#a little ooc
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kunichuu is rlly funny if u imagine atsushi finding about it and
atsushi: kunikida-san....
kunikida: is something wrong atsushi
atsushi: kunikida-san told me i wasn't allowed to interact with akutagawa....
kunikida: well yes-
atsushi: but kunikida-san can go on dates with akutagawa's superior :(
kunikida: ah-
kunikida: well you see
atsushi: :( these r double standards :(
kunikida:
kunikida:
kunikida: wait you want to go on a date with aku-
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"he's never gonna shut up...."
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#touchstarved game#touchstarved ais#ais#touchstarved leander#leander#touchstarved kuras#kuras#text post#a little ooc#i think
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My deepest apologies that I seem to be finding myself regressing a little and I may have to retire early for the night. I shall stay as long as possible but if I stop answering it is likely because I have either fallen asleep or regressed more than intended.
If this is the case then please behave for the other Caregivers and please come down off the roof.
#goodnight post#a little ooc#hazbin hotel agere#age regression rp#agere rp#hazbin hotel age regression#hazbin hotel rp#zestial#zestial rp#roleplay#sfw agere rp
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this has to be one of my favorite sentences i've ever written
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I asked the wizard to turn my brothers into rats for a good sum so as not to kill them. Now they are my pets and feel great. Their nasty character remained the same.
#muse: gray mann#gray mann#blutarch mann#redmond mann#merasmus#tf2#there is enough free space for both of you#good ending?#a little ooc
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☕️ + byakuya <3
welcome back mod celeste! i’ve missed you on my feed, i hope your break has treated you well :)
also congrats on your milestone!! it’s been so amazing to watch you grow, im v proud of you! you deserve all the love <33
have fun with this event! 🍰
Thank you so much for your patience and love! It's so wonderful to return to this blog of mine. Ironically, I'm drinking tea as I post this, haha. Without any further ado, here's your request!
-Mod Celeste
200+ Follower Event: Byakuya + Coffeeshop AU!
-He is a bit of a coffee snob, of course. I firmly believe he'd have visited every café in Japan, and he would DEFINITELY tell you his thoughts on them.
-Even with his vast knowledge on the pleasant drink, he had his regular haunts. Particularly, yours!
-You'd been a barista for a while, just as a part-time job. It was in a busy part of town where visitors of all types came in.
-When Byakuya first visited, you were taken aback? Wasn't he in that magazine's "40 under 40" article last week? Time's Person of the Year??
-He saw your shock and replied in his trademark snark: "Close your gaping mouth, will you? Honestly, the way you people react to people of nobility is unsettling, to say the least."
-He then proceeded to order the most obnoxious drink you'd ever make. But hey, for the best tip of the day? Who cared.
-Surprisingly, he continued to visit fairly often. Ordering a different drink each time, you couldn't figure anything out about this hoity-toity guy. He usually ordered, waited with an impatient expression, and left briskly.
-But as time went on, you began to ask him little questions like "what's the plan today, Mr. CEO?" or "what brings you to our little establishment?" In joking tones.
-He's great at dishing out sarcasm, but not reading it, so he definitely told you all about his new business pitch or his thoughts on your coffee. The fact he answered at all though means you got through to him!
-Eventually, he began to linger. Taking a seat in the corner, reading a complex novel. Was that a glance your way? No, you must be seeing things.
-You couldn't help but find his reserved awkwardness a bit endearing. On a day where you were fetching something from the back and your coworker was at the counter, he'd request "his usual barista, the one with the... cute name tag."
-You'd emerge, weirdly flattered? And playfully ask him "is it really that cute? It's just a plain old name tag,"
-The blonde had never been so caught off guard. "Erm... well, forget about that. I simply needed a way to get you out here," He replied, blush evident across his face.
- "For what?"
- "How would you feel about being my..." He paused, and recollected himself. "My personal barista, of course. The pay and benefits would surely justify the position to you, and--"
-You smiled. "So, is dating the boss against the rules, or is that maybe one of these aforementioned benefits?" A laugh left your lips.
-Congratulations: you have just won Byakuya Togami's heart.
Edit: I just noticed Tumblr messed up the formatting of the post!! Oh my goodness. Reposting to adjust the order of paragraphs, CORRECTLY this time. The whole last part of it made no sense before... how in the world did that happen? -post-production Mod Celeste
#danganronpa#danganronpa headcanons#danganronpa x reader#byakuya togami x reader#byakuya togami#coffeeshop au#🍰 anon#a little ooc#i had too much fun with this#I've never had tumblr mess up my formatting before! yikes
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Assigning dumb phrases/things I say or had to say to the Chain
Warriors: "new rule, never trust how you feel about your life past 9pm"
Twilight: "i miss my babygirl" *is referring to a male animal*
Time: "all around are familiar eggmans, worn out eggmans worn out eggma-a-ans bright and IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN OH MY GOD-"
Four: "on my 13th reason.. slash j i swear"
Legend: "I am way to young for this amount of joint pain"
Legend (alternate): *was just asked if we sold lawnmowers* "... this is a cheese store.."
Sky: "i miss my wife tails"
Wind: "maybe i am an alcoholic"/"maybe i do have the alcoholic gene" *is underage and hasn't touched alcohol*
Hyrule: "i think i forgot how to sleep.."
Wild: "HUH?" *can't hear for shit/brain didn't process fast enough*
#linked universe#lu headcanons#shitpost#a little ooc#i quote a decent amount of snapcube sonic fandubs#sky is talking about sun btw#ngl i think i got echolalia or some shit#maybe its just vocal stims#idk man my head hurts i need to go to sleep#moon emissary thoughts
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don't care where you are, we're just getting started
It couldn’t be her. But it couldn’t be anyone else, either. Kalinda set down the gun, opened the door quickly.
Lana/Kalinda. general audiences. ao3.
There was, of course, a new city. There always had been. There was a new city, a new apartment, and a new job. Kalinda Chakra lived in a five floor walkup studio in the Castro. No new friends, yet. Who knew if there would be. A law firm, again, a smaller one, a startup. Lots of free reign. She liked the partners fine, and the pay was adequate, even for San Francisco. She couldn’t complain, really. It was all fine. She took up jogging, despite the hills.
Occasionally—as she watched the sun set over the ocean from her west-facing window, or as she bit into a sandwich on sourdough, or cursed herself for forgetting a jacket on a chilly spring day—she would find herself missing something. What, she couldn’t quite say.
Kalinda was not in the habit of answering her doorbell, except when expecting a package, but she did usually peer through the peephole just in case. It was late evening, Tuesday. A long, eventful day at work. She hadn’t found anywhere she liked to drink yet, so her plans were tequila on her couch and shitty TV. She slipped her gun into her hand off the side table by the door. She held her eye up to see who it was.
Was that?
It couldn’t be her. But it couldn’t be anyone else, either. Kalinda set down the gun, opened the door quickly.
“What the hell?” she said.
“Hi,” said Lana Delaney, standing there at her door in San Francisco. Kalinda had the urge to shut it in her face. A certain fondness bubbled up in her chest, though, what was left of the last time she’d seen her. It was her fault that Lana had lost her job, she knew this. The leak—there was the leak. But, there was Cary too. Kalinda had been furious at him, he should’ve known better (that she wasn’t his girlfriend, that it was wildly inappropriate to out someone the way he did). Lana hadn’t been happy. And yet, she hadn’t blamed Kalinda. There had just been her on her couch with a fallen face and a glass of wine, her hand in Kalinda’s, an admission that she was growing tired of the bureau. Then, a few tears. Kalinda kissed them away, knowing she didn’t have much longer to do so. Knowing she had to disappear without a trace. She thought she hadn’t left a trace, anyway.
“How?” said Kalinda with her arms crossed. She wasn’t exactly angry. She was, under the confusion and the slight panic (if Lana had found her, who else could?), glad to see her.
“I have my ways,” said Lana. Kalinda would have to get specifics later. “Did you think I wouldn’t come looking for you?”
“I,” Kalinda began (she didn’t, no).
(She would’ve looked for Lana).
“Are you going to let me in?” Lana asked with her eyebrow raised. She glanced at the apartment over Kalinda’s head. That raspy tone that Kalinda liked so much filled her voice.
“Yes,” said Kalinda. She stepped aside and let her in. She closed the door and suddenly couldn’t resist kissing her. She hadn’t wanted to miss her. She wasn’t aware she did. Yet, a rush of emotion hit her. The familiar taste of Lana’s favorite lip balm, the familiar swell of Lana’s breasts a little above her own.
When she finally broke the kiss, smiling, Lana smiling too, her eyes dark and her lips pink, she asked again: “How?”
“I put a tracker in a pair of your boots.” She pouted, like she always did when she was joking.
“Am I in danger?” said Kalinda.
“I was careful,” said Lana. “There’s always danger, though. You’re careful, too. I know you are.” Lana confirmed for herself. “You’d talked about San Francisco before. A friend at the bureau had heard about a new, really good investigator at Phillips/Olivet. I tried a few other apartments before this one.” She was slightly bashful. “I missed you, Kalinda. You were worth the search.”
“I missed you too,” said Kalinda.
“I think,” Lana said, turning her head to the side, then back, “I think we might have something special.”
“Yeah,” Kalinda said back and squeezed her hand. She kissed her again, sweet, simple.
“Do you like it here?”
“A lot of the time.”
Kalinda led her to the couch and poured her tequila. Lana laughed a little, it was so classically her. They didn’t talk for a minute. Kalinda had to tell her.
“Lana,” she said, “I had to leave because I wouldn’t put you in danger. Bishop would’ve killed me over, over you.” She was quiet. She had never intended to tell Lana this.
“How so?” asked Lana.
“He wanted me to put a tracker in your wallet. He would’ve killed you, Lana.” A sober, scared, then relieved expression came over Lana’s face. “I couldn’t, I couldn’t let him do that.”
“So, you risked your life for mine?”
“I did.”
“Oh, Kalinda,” Lana said. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Thank you.”
“I take you seriously,” Kalinda echoed one of their last conversations. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
“I would’ve knocked on every door in this city.”
“If you had disappeared?” said Kalinda, “I would’ve found you, too.” She closed the remaining distance between them, resting against Lana’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry you had to,” said Lana.
“I’m okay,” said Kalinda, “I really am. Work is good, the city is good. I’m good.”
“I had no doubt you would be. But you left everything behind. That’s hard.”
“I’ve done it before,” Kalinda smiled softly.
“I know,” said Lana, leaving it at that. It was quiet for a while.
“I love you,” said Kalinda, the words coming out easier than anything. She knew she did the moment she snapped that card in half.
Lana held her tighter. “I love you, too.” It was quiet again.
“So, I’m staying at the Martin, it’s just a couple blocks away.”
“You’re staying with me,” said Kalinda.
“Okay,” said Lana. “I’m really, really glad I found you.”
“Me too,” said Kalinda, and she was.
#the good wife#the good wife fanfiction#tgw#lana delaney#kalidna sharma#kalinda in loooooove#a little ooc#dw abt it
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Tbh I think 2022 was THE YEAR for puppetry fans
The lost Wicked Witch episode of Sesame Street was dropped on the lost media Reddit randomly
Big and Small became a meme (Uh oh you found the toothpaste)
Dhmis got new episodes that are airing on television (in the uk but still)
And bear in the big blue house is finally coming to Disney +
Just massive Ws all around
#a little ooc#dhmis#seasame street#bear in the big blue house#big and small#uh oh you found the toothpaste#creative speaks
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AHHHHHHHHHHH
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She misses her sabers. Maker she misses them.
Other than being her preferred weapon they were just so much more intimidating than your run-of-the-mill hand blaster. There was something powerful about the hum of a lightsaber igniting. Something powerful about the green plasma reflecting in your opponents eyes.
Her DC 17 just isn't the same.
This is the second bounty hunter this week. He's caught her just after her shift at the shop. She's still dressed in filthy oil-stained coveralls. There's force knows what caked into the lines of her hands but she doesn't bother trying to wash them in the equally filthy tap water in a public bathroom on Coruscant. So she picks her greasy burger up with greasy hands and eats it on her way through the walkways.
He's been tailing her for a couple of blocks now. She's passed up her normal train platform and started leading him closer to the less populated platforms between the air rail station and the speeder platforms.
He's caught on. She can tell by the way he removes his gun from his hip holster and clenched it in his fist.
She observes from the inside of her exceptionally reflective safety shades. Never needing to turn her head or glance behind her when she can see behind herself in her periphery.
She finishes the burger in one large bite and drops the paper in the closest waste receptacle before turning around to confront her would be attacker.
There aren't many people loitering around the area and they begin to file out quickly when the bounty hunter immediately raises his blaster and points it at her.
He's standing maybe ten feet away. Hand gripping his blaster tightly. There's a tension in his jaw and moisture on his brow that tells her he's nervous. Not many bounty hunters want to take on jedi. Ex or otherwise.
Ahsoka's blaster is still strapped to her thigh. She considers briefly the pros and cons of reaching for it but ultimately decides she doesn't need it.
When she only stands there staring for too long the man loses his already fraying patience. "Well jedi, you gonna make a move?"
His accent is rough. Deffinitly outer rim. There's the distinctive warping of the basic syllables that makes her think huttese is his first language. His clothes are rough too. But mostly loose and warm fabrics. No durasteel plates or even padded flight gear. He was no well-standing professional. Just another thug.
She raises a brow at him. "I don't know. Are you?"
His jaw tightens further and the slightest tremor passes through the hand gripping his weapon. He quickly recenters his aim and pops a shot off at her.
Ahsoka expertly dodges the shot, though her arms feel awkward and out of place in the movement without any sabers to weild. She isn't sure what to do with them.
The man snarls as she contemplates the holes in her skill set and he begins firing several shots her way.
She moves twirling past the first shot, ducking under the second and plainly side-stepping the last. She also manages to close the distance between them in these moves. Only a couple of feet from him now.
He aims for her chest but she takes ahold of the threads of the force and jerks his arm to the side. His muscles strain against the unnatural twisting and yanking. His fingers almost dislocate as she uses the force to rip them from the grip of his blaster.
The puppet strings are abruptly released before he can get his feet back under him so he collapses to his knees.
The weapons in her hands then. Leveled at his face.
"Give me the tracking fob." Is all she demands.
Not 'whose put a hit on me' not 'who are you working for' or 'how much is the bounty now?'. She already knows all of that. Knows it's the separatist that want her. Knows exactly what information they want out of her. She can even guess at the bounty based on the appearance of the man in front of her.
He's not exactly great at what he does. Clearly. But the reward was too good to pass up.
"You won't blast me, jedi" He sneers.
Ahsoka shrugs, the barrel of the weapon briefly bobbing from between his eyes up to his hairline with the motion. His eyes can't help but fallow.
"Didn't you hear? I'm not a jedi anymore."
He attempts a shakey scoff.
"You probably not even touched a blaster before. Jedi ain't allowed to-"
He's cut off as Ahsoka moves the weapon to the side and fires. The shot hits the floor a foot begind him. The plasma doesn't touch him but the heat is enough to burn his ear red and singe a few hairs on the way past.
Before he can dwell too much on the pain, she presses the still hot barrel back to his forehead. The skin really does burn then. Feels like someone pressing a lot death stick to his face.
"Fob." She demands calmly as he gasps and jerks back.
He shoves a hand into his pocket and yanks the blinking metal device out. Then practically flings it at her.
She lifts her free hand and the fob changes direction mid-air and smacks into her palm. She slips it into her own pocket then finally relaxes her aim on his face.
One hand deftly pulls the catch for the ammo and the other retrieves the gas canister as it falls from the blaster. And for good measure, she steals the firing pin as well. Those pieces also get stashed in her pocket as the half-assembled blaster falls to the platform.
Holo recorders have started to appear and Ahsoka doesn't especislly want to end up on the holonews again. Especially not while covered in filth and standing over a man with a barrel burn on his face.
She turns on her heel and marches to the edge of the platform. There's no making it home without being followed now, not without taking a short cut. She steps off and falls through the speeder lanes for one story, two stories, three stories. Before slowing her descent with the assistance of a passing freighter and calmly steps onto a platform on her level. Ready to melt back into the crowd.
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She wasn't lucky enough to avoid the news. Though she rarely is. A pedestrian had caught wind of the impending confrontation and started recording before the bounty hunter had even pulled his blaster.
The recording wasn't prime hour news. But it did make the holoman a pretty credit.
And it did manage to make it off planet. All the way to the midrim where the Resolute received their usual holo news update.
Men of all ranks watched their ex-commander outmaneuver the low level bounty hunter. Her pilfered blaster remaining untouched in its holster.
They studied with footage with sharp eyes. Commenting on the lack of fluidity in her arm movements. The calm confidence in her grip. Many grinned and hooted at the single shot she fired. Admiring the practices movement, the expertly calculated distance of the bolt from the target, and the cold way she pressed the burning metal to the scumbags face.
Her bounty had increased in the last week. From ten thousand credits to thirty. The general had been keeping track if it. Which meant Rex had been keeping track of it. Which meant torrent had been keeping track of it. They'd all been sweating under the stress of knowing Ahsoka was out there all alone, being hunted.
They clung to the scraps of news they gleaned from transmissions. Whether they were interviews or blurry paparazzi photos. Or on the rare occasion something like this. Proof that she was handling herself just fine.
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@holding-hands-and-hearts
#Ahsoka Tano#ASOI au snipet#clone wars#sw tcw#501st legion#thought this was a little too cod and mean for Ahsoka#a little ooc#but honestly#let my bitch be a badass#its what she deserves
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“Are you serious?”
Her voice startled him, and for a second his blood ran cold. He turned, expected an angry expression, or at least a disgusted one. But instead her face was curious, if still a tad disapproving.
“Don’t tell.”
It was all he could manage to say, even though he hated himself for being such a wimp after being caught doing something admittedly terrible. He could only imagine how he would feel if Robin had been the one to find him. Ugh, just thinking about it could make him shiver...
“I won’t,” there was something in the lilt of her voice that let him know there was a follow up.
She came to sit down next to him, feet swinging over the ledge of Titans tower roof, eyeing the white roll of paper and tobacco between his fingers.
“But, why?”
He shrugged, “‘Cuz why not?”
“Those things will kill you, you know.”
The taste of irony is so heavy it makes her bite down on her tongue, because she thinks that out of all the things they’ve experienced, this was probably one of the most normal. Secretly smoking on the rooftop? It was probably the most teenaged thing she’d ever seen him do and it felt, ...nice. It felt nice to feel a shred of anything that wasn’t their day to day heroics. She loved being a hero, of course. Loved saving people. It gave her life purpose. But it came with a high price, and part of that was the expense of their innocence, and the freedom to just be.
His laugh filled the air around them, “Not fast enough.” He raised it to his lips, took a long drag and Raven watched it gently drift off in the light breeze and wisp away until it was no longer.
“I can blow O’s wanna see?”
She smirked, the urge to tease him to strong, “Sure, I’d love to watch you struggle!”
He grinned, “Wanna bet? I’ll prove you wrong right now.”
“I’ll take those odds.”
“What’s you’re wager, Ma’m.”
“If you choke doing your little fancy trick, then you have to agree to quit smoking.”
He looked at her consideringly, “Okay. But if I can do it, then you have to smoke with me!”
Her smile dropped, “No way, that’s not an option.”
“Aw, backing out so soon? But you were so sure of yourself.” He pouts and crosses his arms, mimicking her.
He knows this sets her off, and it works instantly, he sees a fire in those usually dreary eyes and soon she is huffing her agreements and they are shaking hands.
He proceeds to make a dramatic spectacle out of inhaling, dragging it out for as long as he can. Raven is then forced to watch as he pursues his lips, pops his jaw slightly, and creates perfect rings floating up toward the stars above them.
“Damn.” Is all she says, but not looking particularly upset about it.
“You better hold up your end on the deal, Rae.”
“I mean I could always tell Robin...”
“No! No, God no. Never mind, you win.”
“I always do.” She held out her hand, stretching her fingers toward it, “But I think I’ll join you anyways.”
He brightens, and Raven can feel the spark of energy inside him.
He hands it to her, slipping it into her fingers gently. He lingers and Raven knows he’s doing it on purpose and he doesn’t care.
She’s smoked once before, just in ceremony, but this was very different. She coughs almost immediately, handing it back to him while he hands her the water bottle on his other side. Even the taste wasn’t familiar. She gulped down water before turning to him, “What is that?”
“It’s a spliff.” His head tilting, “You didn’t know?”
“What’s a spliff?”
He looked like he was trying not to laugh, the lip over his fang twitching. “Oh god, Rae. I should have told you. I’m sorry, I guess I just assumed you knew!”
“Beastboy, what did you just poison me with?”
“It’s weed mixed with tobacco, I rolled it myself.”
“Weed?!”She was dumb struck, “You smuggled marijuana into the Tower! Under Robs nose?”
Beast boy looks like he’s fighting back laughter again, “Shh, don’t be so loud! His birdy senses will tingle.”
“Beastboy!”
“Yeah, so what?” He sighs, somber, “It’s legal here anyways, what’s the big deal?”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “I’m just amazed at your nerve. I am not bold enough to even think about trying anything like that with Robin around.”
“Yeah, that’s why I was so scared when you caught me, for a second I thought it was him and that I would have to fly off this roof and start my new life as the Jolly Green Giant before he could get his hands on me.”
She chuckles and leans to bump him in the shoulder, “Well Robin can’t phase through walls like I can, but he is a sneaky little spy.”
“And don’t I know it.”
She watched as He took another puff, gazing up at the half crescent. Waning, halfway through the cycle.
The new moon is coming.
“Can I try it again?”
He looks surprised, but happily hands it to her.
She goes gently this time, sipping it like a straw and not taking to much. When she exhales it’s smooth, and she only coughs a little.
When she turns to pass it to him, he has a big goofy grin on his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He slides his hand over hers to take it from her, and she raises a questioning eyebrow. She can feel a tingle in her brain and she’s sure that it must be from her second helping.
“You’re just... It’s just nice being up here with you.”
Her face snaps forward and her gaze is locked on the horizon. She desperately wants to pull up her hood. But that would be too obvious. She wonders sometimes if he thinks about how she can feel his emotions rolling off him in waves. His were always crashing over the surface, swallowing him whole from the first day she met him. It’s why she had tried to avoid him for so long. Everything about him was... intense.
“Yeah, it is nice.” She finally agrees.
“We should do this again sometime.”
“Yeah, okay.” She’s not entirely sure if it’s the smoke or the company, but she’s nervous and excited all at once.
#teen titans#beast boy#raven#bbrae#bbrae fanfiction#dc universe#dc comics#oops#a Drabble has appeared out of nowhere#forgive me it’s old and kinda oc but I tried to salvage it#a little ooc#it’s been awhile since I posted#my work#my writing#mine#fanfic#me
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“Sometimes an Edain knocks you up. It happens, okay??”
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