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You should play afk journey it's pretty cute
I've been getting ads for it, the visuals are pretty nice! What's it like though??
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ya girl has like zero luck, my laptop is misbehaving again,,
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ladies I had to stay home from work bc of back pain. is this what adulthood is like
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hi!! im so horrifically in love with your writing for ichiro (almost cried while reading one embarrassingly enough) and i was wondering if you could do Ichiro with a gf that’s a really picky eater? Like picky to the point where she won’t even touch vegetables cause she can’t handle the texture of them
it's not embarrassing to cry!! fics and stuff have made me react the same way more than once, I'm flustered my writing was able to evoke strong emotion like that dfgnmjhgfd. I hope this is okay!!
Ichiro doesn’t pay much mind to the first time he takes you out to dinner and you just push the vegetables around on your plate. He’s been there— something sounds fantastic on the menu, but the moment you’ve taken a bite, you change your mind. He can totally get that.
The second time, though— in the process of making lunch for his brothers, Ichiro had gladly thrown a lunch together for you as well, and he’s humming happily as he steps through the doors of your workplace. He loves surprising you like this, watching your face light up the moment you recognize him. At this point nobody argues when you take an unscheduled break.
“I thought you’d like this one,” Ichiro sounds incredibly proud as you open the carefully-packed bento box; everything inside is colorful and clearly prepared with love. That’s why— despite your smile and cheerful words of thanks— Ichiro notices immediately that you’re avoiding a few things, and he frowns. “Oh, did I guess wrong?”
Listen. Ichiro Yamada is an older brother. You might be embarrassed, or consider yourself inconvenient, but he’s quite literally not bothered at all— he raised Jiro and Saburo by himself, after all, so he’s seen practically everything by now. Ichiro is immediately apologetic that he’d made something you can’t eat, but he’s also equally determined to take care of you anyways.
You’re already a constant presence in the Yamada household, where every meal is a family event; it’s not exactly hard to work your preferences into the rotation, exactly like they’d done with Jiro and his weak spice tolerance. Plus, Ichiro is always looking for an excuse to get you into the kitchen with him anyways— whether you already know how to cook, or need him to teach you the ropes, he just thinks there’s something intimate about spending time in the kitchen together.
Now, while Ichiro is at least incredibly considerate of your tastes— he’ll admit he doesn’t entirely understand how things like sensory issues work, but you can’t control it and he knows that much— he does want to see if your list of safe foods can be expanded even the slightest bit. Food is an experience, after all, and he wants to share that with you. He’s polite about it, but at least once a week he’ll slip a tiny bite of something new onto your plate and expect you to take a bite. It’s fine if you end up not liking it— he also makes sure his own plate has a few things you can eat, so you’re always welcome to stretch out with your fork and snatch a few bites.
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hi!! im so horrifically in love with your writing for ichiro (almost cried while reading one embarrassingly enough) and i was wondering if you could do Ichiro with a gf that’s a really picky eater? Like picky to the point where she won’t even touch vegetables cause she can’t handle the texture of them
it's not embarrassing to cry!! fics and stuff have made me react the same way more than once, I'm flustered my writing was able to evoke strong emotion like that dfgnmjhgfd. I hope this is okay!!
Ichiro doesn’t pay much mind to the first time he takes you out to dinner and you just push the vegetables around on your plate. He’s been there— something sounds fantastic on the menu, but the moment you’ve taken a bite, you change your mind. He can totally get that.
The second time, though— in the process of making lunch for his brothers, Ichiro had gladly thrown a lunch together for you as well, and he’s humming happily as he steps through the doors of your workplace. He loves surprising you like this, watching your face light up the moment you recognize him. At this point nobody argues when you take an unscheduled break.
“I thought you’d like this one,” Ichiro sounds incredibly proud as you open the carefully-packed bento box; everything inside is colorful and clearly prepared with love. That’s why— despite your smile and cheerful words of thanks— Ichiro notices immediately that you’re avoiding a few things, and he frowns. “Oh, did I guess wrong?”
Listen. Ichiro Yamada is an older brother. You might be embarrassed, or consider yourself inconvenient, but he’s quite literally not bothered at all— he raised Jiro and Saburo by himself, after all, so he’s seen practically everything by now. Ichiro is immediately apologetic that he’d made something you can’t eat, but he’s also equally determined to take care of you anyways.
You’re already a constant presence in the Yamada household, where every meal is a family event; it’s not exactly hard to work your preferences into the rotation, exactly like they’d done with Jiro and his weak spice tolerance. Plus, Ichiro is always looking for an excuse to get you into the kitchen with him anyways— whether you already know how to cook, or need him to teach you the ropes, he just thinks there’s something intimate about spending time in the kitchen together.
Now, while Ichiro is at least incredibly considerate of your tastes— he’ll admit he doesn’t entirely understand how things like sensory issues work, but you can’t control it and he knows that much— he does want to see if your list of safe foods can be expanded even the slightest bit. Food is an experience, after all, and he wants to share that with you. He’s polite about it, but at least once a week he’ll slip a tiny bite of something new onto your plate and expect you to take a bite. It’s fine if you end up not liking it— he also makes sure his own plate has a few things you can eat, so you’re always welcome to stretch out with your fork and snatch a few bites.
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alright ladies I have gotten the crystal clear signal that it is time to leave my job and I am. confused and terrified
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I stared at the eclipse with my eyeballs rip lmaooo
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damn. can y'all believe today is this blog's fourth anniversary?
I know I've gotten pretty slow over the past years, so I really appreciate everyone sticking around; I do still love getting to see your requests and write things that I would never think of on my own. It really makes me happy to see you guys enjoy everything! And I love getting to talk to y'all about whatever too!
I've mentioned several times, my previous writing blog didn't even make it a full year, although that was almost entirely due to irl factors. I'm not a future-planning type, so when I created this blog, I was just kinda hoping it'd last longer than the previous attempt. As long as y'all are still here, I have no plans of going anywhere either!
especially doing my writing on a place like tumblr, which has absolutely changed over the years, I've always tried to keep myself fairly separate from my content. Nowadays I try not to flood y'all with posts about my thoughts or daily life, because I figure. People aren't here for me, they're here for the anime characters. I can get that. But I was thinking, since I don't have an event planned or anything, maybe I can just give y'all something I never gave to my first writing blog. Give you my main blog if you want it? If you want to see me the person instead of just me the writer? So I'll put that at the end of the post for anyone who's interested.
anyways. enough Thinking Thoughts for the night dfghgfd. happy anniversary, and thank you for being here with me!
disclaimer: this blog is the only place I use the name Jo, because I created this blog while still hiding from my father. since I've reclaimed my original url, on my main blog I use a different name. Feel free to continue calling me Jo! That's the name I use here, so I don't mind you using it there as well!
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man I've been tryna finish personal fics too and none of my drafts will turn into anything 😭
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GIRL THESE ARE SO GOOD I'M ASDFHJHGFDFGHGFD
if I can get my lazyass around to actually working on one of these projects I will definitely keep you in mind for the art if you don't miind sdghnjhgfd
man. I wanna learn ren'py bc I wanna make visual novels. but also I'm nottttt an artist so I can't do my own work. but I would be too embarrassed to pay someone!! 😭
#replies#also gonna use#suggestive#just in case#I don't mind but I know sometimes people are scrolling where others can see their screen LMAO
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👀👀👀 I'm listening
man. I wanna learn ren'py bc I wanna make visual novels. but also I'm nottttt an artist so I can't do my own work. but I would be too embarrassed to pay someone!! 😭
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and an unforeseen alliance was formed that day
man. I wanna learn ren'py bc I wanna make visual novels. but also I'm nottttt an artist so I can't do my own work. but I would be too embarrassed to pay someone!! 😭
#replies#LMAO#I need to get my ass to work on actually planning things out before reaching out to artists#but I'll keep that in mind 👀
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man. I wanna learn ren'py bc I wanna make visual novels. but also I'm nottttt an artist so I can't do my own work. but I would be too embarrassed to pay someone!! 😭
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I'M AT WORK SO I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING READY FOR POST BUT HAPPY TREY DAY!!!!!
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I'm struggling with like. deciding if I want to look for a new job or not. so I might revamp my ko-fi soon just in case
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iN HONor of your trip to Build-A-Bear the other week, may I pls request some HCs for an person who takes either Astral or Number 96 there? And gets them their own friend ;v;?
(no pref on who, just whomever of the floaty boys you think would have funnier reactions lmao)
this turned into a thing of its own so I hope this is okay!!
It’s not uncommon for you to drag the aliens along without explaining yourself; Dark Mist has learned not to ask many questions anymore, so Astral asks enough for the both of them. You would think that he’d be better at narrowing down possible locations by now. “The grocery store?” He floats alongside you, studying your face as you respond to each question; Dark Mist just scoffs and shoots every guess down before you can with an “Obviously that’s wrong!”
Eventually you arrive at the mall, and no matter how many times you bring them both here, they light up like children— even 96 can’t hide the curiosity or excitement on his face as he flies past other people, trying his best to swipe food off tables in the food court and scowling as his hands phase through everything. Astral has given up trying to keep the other one on a metaphorical leash, but you do catch him rolling his eyes as he stays by your side.
And then, finally, you lead them through the entrance to the shop you’ve been looking for— Build-a-Bear. The store’s setup hardly ever changes; the walls by the door are lined with unstuffed plushies, although a few are stuffed and dressed and on display. Immediately, Number 96 crossed his arms, scoffing; he’s deeply out of place, a living shadow floating amidst bright splashes of color. He’ll complain, of course— “what’s the point of so much time and money spent on such dull things?”
Of course, hovering near the plushies, Astral has a long and vaguely complicated answer. “Humans have a propensity to develop attachments for inanimate objects,” he points out, trying to scoop up a toy with fur as blue as he is. “It stands to reason that contributing to the creation of a stuffed toy—”
“Enough,” you sigh. At this point you’re so used to their presence, you almost forget to lower your voice; you’re the only one here who can see them, after all, and more than once you’ve been caught ‘talking to yourself’ in public. You glance over your shoulder and fix them both with a pointed stare. “I just want a nice trip to the mall— you two are going to get along for at least two hours. Now, c’mere and help me pick.”
Astral is more than excited to help put together a stuffed animal; even though he’s not usually capable of touch, it’s thrilling to have something that belongs to him, especially knowing you’re the one putting thought into it for him. The shelves are lined with all sorts of animal options— bears of all colors, naturally; the iconic axolotls you’ve seen online; a handful of Sanrio characters that rotate with the seasons. Unsurprisingly, he’s incredibly indecisive, drawn to practically everything in the store. He eventually decides on one of the alien bears, and you can’t say you’re surprised.
Also unsurprisingly, 96 doesn’t feel like cooperating. He turns his face away every time you hold up one of the plushies for his opinion, and there’s only so much you can do before you start to draw attention— but then you grab what turns out to be a dinosaur, of all things. A pterodactyl. And Dark Mist’s eyes light up in an expression you’ve never seen on his normally-sour face. When you grin at his obvious excitement, he scowls and turns away again. You saw that tiny grin, no matter how much he tries to deny it.
When you bring the two toys over to the big stuffing machine, Dark Mist is absolutely cringing at the little heart-warming ritual. Rub the fabric heart on your forehead, warm it in your hands, hold it to your own heart and make a wish— be grateful nobody else can see or hear him, because he’s gagging. For his part, Astral will have a lot of questions about it later— at the moment, though, he’s busy phasing through the glass of the stuffing machine and watching the fluff tumble around him.
After the two toys are stuffed and sewn shut— you’d made a point to make a loud, goofy wish as you’d warmed the heart for Dark Mist’s dinosaur, and he’d made an ugly face back at you— you start wandering through the displays of clothing for the stuffed animals. Your two boys hover close behind you, although Astral is clearly so excited that you’re almost convinced you can feel him vibrating at a different frequency than usual. Still, he does his best to remain respectful and not let his energy overtake him. “—you can choose whatever you want, y’know,” You keep your voice quiet, but Astral flickers to life anyways, immediately diving towards a bright pair of high-tops for his bear alien. Number 96 stays staunchly at your side, arms crossed, face fixed in a deep scowl. You’ll have to get through to him some other way.
You follow after Astral as he point out clothes; he does have a vague understanding of human money, so you find him debating between three shirts because he doesn’t want to empty your wallet. Wandering away on your own, you pick over the other end of the tiny clothing racks; not many things here are dinosaur-shaped, so you can’t blame Dark Mist for his lack of enthusiasm. You grab something random off the shelf and hold it up for him. “This one buttons up,” you point out, “so you could get it over the lil guy’s big head.”
96’s scowl deepens. “My dinosaur isn’t some kind of dweeb,” he hisses, swatting at the toy shirt in your hands. You just snicker at him. “Show me what you’d rather he wear, then. Or I’m putting him in the worst outfit I can find.”
Dark Mist knows he’s being goaded. Astral knows he’s being goaded. You know he’s being goaded. But you win the stare-down anyways— grumbling under his breath, Number 96 reluctantly waves in the direction of a different shirt, and then maybe a few accessories. You’ll have to take whatever you can get with him.
At the end of the day, once you and your aliens and your empty wallet are home, Astral is very open about enjoying his new stuffed animal. “What’re you gonna name it?” your question is casual, but he takes it seriously, staring into the bearlien’s large eyes. “I shall need time to deliberate,” he admits eventually. “I do not believe I’ve ever had such a large responsibility before.”
“It’s a toy, dimwit,” Dark Mist hisses from his spot above the couch. “It doesn’t even need a name. It doesn’t mean anything.” Despite that, he refuses to move away from where his bright blue pterodactyl is nestled among pillows in front of the television. You fix him with a flat stare. “In that case, I’ll keep yours, since you don’t seem to want him.”
The aura that permanently surrounds Dark Mist flushes an unusual shade of pink for him, but he holds your gaze with just as much determination. “Don’t you dare—!”
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