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#idk Im cringe but Im free and all that
mintypsii · 7 months
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watched usopp's little arc with defeating sugar and wow it took A LOT for him to turn back after running away to fight them again. but then later he finds out that she's awake and thinks about how he'll lose his memories of Luffy if he doesn't take care of her again, and IMMEDIATELY makes up his mind to shoot her from SO FAR AWAY?
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I didnt. Dndads hiveswap au be upon ye
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skunkes · 5 months
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ok posting it here bc im not sure if its going to stay in the doodle page
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nadjasnandor · 2 years
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— Crush, Ada Limón
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dottie-stims · 2 months
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Agent 4 id pack one .. two .. three .. divider
because nobody else was brave enough to. i am cringe but i am free very self indulgent so its just what vibes i get from 4 personally
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NAMES - daisy, tuna, beau, bonnie, goldie, teddi/teddy, julie, penny, marigold, mari, copper, crumb, buddy, lola, juno, bruno, kipper, millie, snickerdoodle, pip, cheddar, flynn, jupiter, nettle, owen, pluto, manta, bay
NON THEMED - hy / hym / hys / hymself - shy / hyr / hyrs /hyrself - ae / aer / aers / aerself
NOUNSELF - 4 / 4s / 4self - four / fours / fourself - splat / splats / splatself - snap / snaps / snapself - pop / pops / popself - crackle / crackles / crackleself - click / clicks / clickself - mar / mars / marself - fin / fins / finself - boo / boos / booself - daze / dazes / dazeself - sun / suns / sunself - glaze / glazes / glazeself - sea / seas / seaself - light / lights / lightself - ray / rays / rayself - leap / leaps / leapself - pitter / patter /pitters / patters / pitterself [or patterself]
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echosian · 8 months
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i am trying to free myself from semi artblock so i tried to draw them kind of with human ish faces
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cheswirls · 28 days
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looking @ old fic i started when i was 14/15 is so funny bc im realizing once again why i never mark fics as abandoned even if its been literal years since i've touched them. specifically i was checking docs for stuff i started and either did or didn't post to ffn.
and its like. nothing is bad??? like i can see where my outside-the-box ideal of fic writing comes from. not just fics but writing in general, i'm p sure. even if it's a total cliche plot setup, there are details on each that rly make it stand out like oh yeahhhhhh i did have this great idea once upon a time.
funny too bc was it executed well in prose??? no absolutely not i wrote like shit when i was 15. would i revive an idea one day and revise it to be less cliche or cringy while still keeping the stand-out elements??? yea maybe. i might. everything i'm currently working on that i started from 2021 up to now still holds my supreme interest, but like i'm not gonna say never.
esp since i write fic first and foremost for my own need and specifically what i like to read, it makes it impossible to consider an idea i've thought extensively about "not worth writing anymore". anyway not making this too long i jus found everything interesting to consider
#writing#this fic i pulled up from JUNE 2014 crazy was the old chosenshi au i was trying to write for a friend#i dont ship blue/silver and never will and thats prolly why i never finished it#but i do still like!! the idea of rocket!blue raised w silver and breaking free of tr while running the hoenn branch#no idea how i remembered bc it wasnt in the plot pts on the doc but she was gonna get sent to the battle frontier#to nab jirachi and have encounters w frontier brains and change her mind at the end of it all#hell i could go back and not make it ship fic at all - have silver be a little one-sided obsessed or#even jus like.. attached to blue as a rivalry like as a way to show her up at every turn#another fic around the same time was the old pokespe hs au where i changed all the dexholder's names for some reason#i have no idea where i was in reading spe bc i put lyra in for some reason and had the sinnoh trio even tho i never read past v2 of dp#idk if it was more gameverse or what but its so funny looking @ the ship list n seeing i had gold paired w black#bc i had manga!ss and manga!ferriswheel so was it rly speverse or was i projecting????#actually i think black was supposed to die and gold was gonna go thru this whole thing abt grieving#looking at the ship list so funny bc i never shipped gold/crys or entourageshi#and clearly i did not know the superiority of pmshi if i threw lyra in jus for silver#god but i do love (most!) of the alt names i gave them#would absolutely fuck up the ship list if i ever redid it tho#also have perfectworld tho im sure i have the most recent rewrite on pen and paper somewhere#that one i also gave up bc the idea i had for flare!sycamore was cringe along with#every time i went back to work on it enough time passed that i thought my writing sucked#i rewrote that damn thing so many times but oooooooo i still love the idea#as long as i changed the cringe parts to smth better i could still rock w most of these#that fic rly had everything... psychic!korrina. leaf/serena. sycamore hacking the secret to mega evo. lys/syc that ends in failure#bc of the ending line i will never forget > only in a perfect world could you and i be together. destined and doomed from the start#im rambling n im boutta run outta tags gimme a sec
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pa-pa-plasma · 9 months
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saltynsassy31 · 1 year
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Yeah, I'm not sure the public is ready to witness this disaster of a character
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yall need to make sure i dont fuck up my last yr at uni bc i need to graduate with like allegedly first class honours but i'll really take just graduating ok thanks!
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deus-ex-mona · 29 days
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Dead of Winter
Word Count: 1,070
Description: a vent piece, simple as that.
TW/CW: *please take the extra second to read this, I never want to trigger anyone* drug use (weed, cocaine); dub-con (it’s mentioned that Dabi and reader sleep together while under the influence, but there’s no details); mentions of physical abuse, emotional abandonment, parental struggles, self hate; mentioned that reader and Dabi have a toxic on/off relationship
A/N: If this helps you, feel free to reblog it. If you hate it, please don’t come at me over it in my ask box. I didn’t write this for entertainment purposes. I wrote it for me. That being said, if you have questions about what I've written, or just need someone to lean on, please reach out. I know the holidays can be rough.
As always, MDNI
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“Don’t fucking touch me, I got it.”
Your words are sharp as they fall off your lips, normally so sweet, normally so careful with the way you speak, weighing each word carefully before you release them.
Dabi’s hand falls from the space between you, never quite reaching you but close enough that the air between you grows heavy with tension following your warning.
There’s no sounds in the cold winter air except for the frantic clicking of a lighter and your cursing under your breath as it consistently fails to light the blunt perched between your teeth.
The air is cold, even for him, and he knows you have to be freezing in your tshirt, snow coating the mountain landscape before you.
Any other time, he’d snap back at you over your tone, tell you to watch your fucking mouth and stop being a brat, but not this time.
He knows you’re hurting. He knows you’re not angry with him, but you are angry with the world itself and he knows that rage all too well. Knows how it burns down everything that stands in its path with its intensity.
Winter is always hard for you. It’s gotten harder every year, and he thought for sure that last year he was gonna lose you.
You’d cut him out, which wouldn’t have worried him so much if you hadn’t cut out everyone else too. He was used to the back and forth between you, had faith that you’d come back to him eventually.
But he hadn’t expected you to fade so fast. He hadn’t expected to see you so empty. Spending sleepless nights lost in alcohol, and when that stopped working, trying drugs you swore you’d never touch, never even consider.
He remembers those moments too well, remembers watching you become increasingly wired from across the room, at a party he never thought you’d enjoy. He remembers the way you’d tug frantically at his clothes when you’d notice him, begging sweetly against his mouth for him to lay you down, remembers the way you’d cut him out again the next day.
If he was honest, he’d admit both of you were too far gone to have stayed away from one another in the first place. Swapping bitter kisses in an empty hallway, the taste of white powder from your gums lingering on his tongue long after you were gone.
He knows you hate yourself for that. Knows that because of it, you look in the mirror and see the person you swore you would never become prominent in your features, a genetic curse in more ways than one.
He feels the same way whenever he sees Endeavor’s eyes glaring back at him in the mirror.
He knows you’re haunted by more than just what you see though, he’s watched you flinch when someone has moved a hand too quickly towards you, watched you take in everything in the room like your life depends on it, watched you catalogue every reaction, every tone thrown in your direction, ready to bare your teeth and fight at a moments notice. There are still some things you won’t speak to him about, things that have cut you deeper than he can imagine, things that have steadily hunted and consumed any peace you manage to find.
It had taken everything in you to pick yourself up after last year, and he’d stood by and waited patiently for that fire to spark in you again, there to prop you up when you needed him until you found your footing again.
But winters are hard. They’re filled with familial expectations, traditions you’ve never been allowed to partake in, absences you can ignore until you can’t, and you pretend like it’s fine, laugh it off like you’ve never been hurt. But he knows it weighs heavy on you. He sees it.
It’s why you’re desperately trying to get high in the middle of a December night in a tshirt of all things, hands trembling. You’re not sleeping nowadays, and while he’s not exactly the picture of stability and health himself, he knows its not good for you to spend so many days awake without sleep.
He’s broken out of his thought by your strangled shout, arm flying back to launch your lighter into the darkness, the snow cushioning its fall and maintaining the silence.
Your shoulders rise and fall heavily, fists clenched at your sides and he doesn’t need to see your face to know there’s a desperate look in your eyes as you fight back tears, fight back the urge to go find something stronger than weed to dull everything, the memory of being so numb heavier on your mind the longer that winter drags on.
He doesn’t say anything still. He knows it wouldn’t help. He knows you’d just feel pitied and ashamed, no matter how many times you’ve pulled him out of this same darkness, refusing to let anyone help you despite the fact that all you ever do is help everyone else.
He’d laugh if it wasn't so sad.
All you’ll allow him to do for now is share in the silence, allow him to lend you his company, and he’d like to think it helps. Keeps you from wandering too far from yourself.
This time, when he reaches for you again, you let him. Let him gently take the blunt and use his quirk to light it, inhaling deeply before he passes it back to you. He can’t help but notice the way your hands shake (more than usual) as you hold it, and he makes a mental note to pay attention to if you’re eating enough.
He still says nothing as he shrugs off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and crowding your back for extra measure, arms warm as they wind tightly around your waist, his cheek resting on your head.
“Thanks.”
He’s never heard anyone sound so tired when you speak, like you’d shatter with just a single touch, but he holds you tight anyways, let’s his warmth seep through the clothing separating the two of you.
He hopes for just a moment, he’ll be able to make you feel his love. Make you feel that you’re not alone, no matter how badly you try to minimize damage by being so.
And silently, while the smoke from your mouth clouds his view of the stars above you both, he prays that winter ends soon.
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rrogueamendiares · 3 months
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Haunted again by my instagram presence
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sleepychaika · 1 year
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Karkat: Troll this worthless human.
so i decided that since Tumblr doesn't have the option to, like, DM not just pictures and gifs but also any other files, i will not be restrained and post it publicly because let's be honest who else is gonna listen to this. @quatari here it is per your request! contains one (1) full reading of The Johnkat Pesterlog just for the heck of it, some (some) stumbling here and there and one (1) unfortunate Hussie Moment somewhere by the end of the thing which i don't think i'll read out loud ever again, yikes!
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transbee · 7 months
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having did and being online in any capacity is so fucking exhausting because you literally can't go anywhere without seeing the most heinous takes about your existence or validity it's like. can we be normal. can we please be normal and Chill for like two seconds.
#HEADS UP: this accidentally turned into a huge rant/vent feel free to get the hell out el oh el#i try reallly hard not to talk about it too much here because you can. offhandedly mention the mere concept of did or osdd or any#dissociative disorder and its like. people will not shut up about how its not real or how its people being delusional or kids being cringe#like. can we go. two seconds without treating people with mental disorders like a spectacle. please. you dont have to have a ''take'' on it#idk and i also avoid online did communities bc theyre the most exhausting spaces you can ever be in and theres constant fighting about#literally anything and everything. like. maybe i would like to find a space to meet other people with similar experiences to my own.#and we dont get that!! we literally cannot get that. and this goes for a lot of mental health related stuff but like my god#and im very lucky to have other people i know in real life who also have did so i can in some amount have that support system (hah.)#but it is EXHAUSTINGG that people cannot go literally a day without saying something stupid about systems#or i can be following someone for years and unprompted they will saysomething heinous thing about did and hide it behind something like#get a load of how weird and cringey kids are getting online these days.#and CHRISTT thats a whole OTHER issue i REALLY dont wanna talk about because it has its own whole set of nuances but like jeeeesus#is it really so hard for people to grasp that brains when exposed to traumas at a young age will be affected by it in weird ways.#idk man ive been seeing a lot of offhanded disregard for systems recently and it's so normalized and it's starting to get to me i guess#i wish people could just go well this is something i dont understand and dont need to have an opinion on and move on with their lives.#what the hell ever this is all to say having did has impacted my life in a lot of complicated and intricate and hard to explain ways and it#sometimes painful and awful but other times is an incredible experience and ALSO. most IMPORTANTLY !#i should be able to make jokes about BEING FRIENDS with SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG!! in REAL LIFE!!!#and not have to deal with SUICIDE BAIT IN MY INBOXX BECAUSE OF IT!!!#WHATEVERRR !!! RANT OVARRR I HAVE NOODLES TO MAKE AND EAT#.... WITH my friend SHADOW!!!#.txt#and btw this isnt about anyone ik here so dont worry im not upset with any mutuals etc etc and all that.#in fact i love getting the chance to chat about it n it can be fun to teach stuff to people who know how to like...be normal about it LOL#<3
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chatonyant · 1 year
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I am cringe but I am free; woe, pjo oc be upon ye. This is Jun. Last name Bok.
Jun is the child of Poseidon with more of an affinity towards earthquakes than water. However, in general, Jun is not as powerful as the rest of the Big Three children; this is partially because they do not allow themself to be. Earthquakes are a finicky power that requires Jun's tight control, but once they have the control and confidence, they use it as a way to throw opponents off guard and to trap them in cracks that open up the earth. In terms of control over water, Jun does not have any of the raw power needed to summon anything close to a storm. Instead they hone the water they control into something like a blade or more commonly, pressurized into a water gun.
Lore be below cut
Their weapon of choice is celestial bronze knuckles.
Unfortunately for... well. Jun doesn't see this as too unfortunate, but Jun has amnesia. They woke up one day in the middle of butt fuck nowhere and wandered around America for maybe a year or two before stumbling across Camp Half Blood. They were 14 when they woke up, a surprisingly older age for a rogue demigod.
Often quiet and unassuming, people tend to assume they are calm and don't pay too much attention— which is a mistake because they are suddenly fighting a monster with their bare hands (prior to the bronze knuckles)
They have more of a tragic backstory and story arc along with some truly self indulgent godly influence in Jun's story
But honestly? Above all, even with the tragic story and developmental arc of learning to trust oneself,
Jun is a crack oc. Literally their entire purpose is "be fucking hilarious and chaotic".
Are they involved in the first pjo series? ONLY IF ITS FUNNY
Do they change any major plot points? NOT REALLY. ONLY IF ITS FUNNY
They are meant to be put in a jar and shaken before thrown into ???? Setting
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