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bleachbleachbleach · 2 years

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Please, I would like to see your bingo card for the greatest adjutant, Abarai Renji.

@whipplefilter:

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They are soooooo cool looking: Self explanatory. Renji just looks cool, whether he’s a skrunkly little howler monkey or flashing the most ludicrous drip that could only ever look good on him, or when he’s covered in blood, or sleeping in a warehouse in the middle of a blood war. Best-dressed in all of Soul Society, and also Karakura, and Hueco Mundo, and Hell.

They’re deeper than they seem: Like the Ukitake and Kyouraku one, I waffled on whether to choose this one or not, because I think Renji is exactly as deep as the text suggests he is. There is plenty of depth right there on the page. But I think about how Renji might come across to general audiences who don’t have weird Tumblr hyperfixation illnesses of the brain—like, what impression my mom would come away with if she were to watch random episodes of Bleach on TV—and that version of Renji is a less interesting Renji, if perhaps an easy one to end up with.

A bit ago I ended up on a Reddit thread (after Googling "when was the Quincy genocide?"—as one does) that was a bunch of people complaining about how… useless??? Renji???? was???? (Well, they were complaining about both Renji and Hitsugaya, but this post is about Renji.) I mean, I disagree, but I was fascinated by what the thread’s frames of reference were, and what assumptions they were built on. It was a very different world from the one that floats around in my head. It had a lot to do with kill counts and win/lose ratios. I don’t say this because I don’t care about the fighting element of Bleach (I like the fighting quite a bit). But I also feel like if you don’t die, and no one else dies, then that counts as a win for a shinigami. They’re fighting monsters, not participating in some kind of sports tournament. XP Even irrespective of that, though, Renji is easily one of the most capable and dependable out of all of these fuckers, both because he has a giant bone snake AND because he’s "deeper than he seems." Aggressive and quick-acting, yes, but also kind of a planner? He clearly thinks about all of these things a lot. He thinks a lot about both bone snake things and about things in general. And he has about 80% of all the interpersonal skills in the entire Gotei. He has character depth and roster depth.

Didn’t Get Enough Screen Time: Okay Renji probably got a lot of screen time, but I feel like we could have done with more, right? Always more. He is in my Top 5 Favorite Characters, which obviously means I’m completely unbiased when it comes to how much Renji I think should exist. Where’s my filler episode about Renji instituting the 6th Division Caper Chart, where’s the futsal episode (don’t you dare @ me, Episode 132), and idk, I would have loved to have seen him have more interesting things to do in the Hueco Mundo arc. That was a great arc for Rukia, Orihime, and Ichigo, but I don’t really remember what anyone else got to do (minus Byakuya, but I attach that to Rukia). I mean, Renji looked good in a travel cloak, so there’s that. But if that arc lacked for something it was probably in excellent and plentiful Renji content, I guess? For comparison, please bear in mind exactly how many chapters we spent on that ELEPHANT ARRANCAR GUY.

I want to carry them in a handbag like a tiny dog: FORTY YEARS.

@ippoddity

They are So Cool Looking/If They Were Real I Would be Afraid/Why Do They Look Like That: We all know Renji looks cool. 90% of the time, he’s the one bringing the swag. He looks awesome, and honestly I think he knows it. At the same time, you have to admit he looks terrifying. He is 6’2”, built like a brick wall, has flaming red hair, and intimidating tattoos. He also works as the equivalent of a Soul Society cop. If I were to just meet this guy on the street, I’d be afraid. This also brings up the age old question — why does he look like that. What’s with the tattoos that he is so proud of, but also very sensitive about? I’ve seen lots of head canons about Renji’s tattoos and I think they’re all very fun to consider. (But also lol consider that maybe the tattoos are something that happens every time Renji gets drunk. It’s like a series of low inhibition decisions are just being displayed for the world to see, but deep down he never would’ve gotten them if some part of him didn’t also think they were awesome.)

They’re Deeper Than They Seem: I’m a bit conflicted on this, because I don’t necessarily think Renji is any deeper than he is presented in the series. Which is not to say he doesn’t have plenty of depth. But I also think this because I have spent a long long long time thinking about Renji and picking apart his every appearance, and I don’t think most people have spent quite so much time doing so. During my first brush with Bleach, Renji was one of my favorite characters, but it was because he looked cool and acted flashy and beat people up. He has a freakin awesome zanpakuto that’s a skeleton snake! It wasn’t until this time around that I began to appreciate Renji for his thoughtfulness, leadership skills, and friendship. I’ve mentioned this before, but one of my favorite Renji moments is when he has the group do an old-fashioned team chant in Hueco Mundo. It’s so defining for how conceive of him, and why I think there’s a lot more to him than initially meets the eye.

They’re Like a Blorbo/They Didn’t Get Enough Screen Time: Look, I love Renji. He’s definitely in my Top 5 Characters. I might even go so far as to say Top 3? I spend a lot of my idle time thinking about him just because. And we have plenty of Renji screen time, but I could always do with more. Like, I would love to see more about how he spent his time in 11th. Or, as whipplefilter said FUTSAL EPISODE.

Free Space: I’d love to learn more about his relationship with Byakuya. Because at the time story starts, Renji has been Byakuya’s vice captain for what, a month? And even by the end of the series, it’s barely been a couple of years. In the shinigami scheme of things, that is a relatively new relationship (consider how long Yamamoto and Sasakibe were working together). I’ve seen quite a lot of fic that touches on how Renji’s presence influences Byakuya, but how much does Byakuya influence Renji? Certainly Byakuya has influenced Renji quite a bit from afar (in fact Byakuya was a major contributor in Renji’s life trajectory for 40yrs), but that was more Renji’s conception of Byakuya. Now that Renji works with real flesh-and-blood Byakuya, what’s changed?

They Work Better as Part of a Dynamic: Don’t get me wrong, I think Renji stands his own perfectly well as an individual agent. To be honest, his fighting style and zanpakutou type don’t really lend themselves all that well to group fighting. BUT, I love Renji in a team. Hueco Mundo Team Chant. Renji’s futsal team. I really love the Ishida & Renji vs Szayelaporro fight because of the teamwork involved. These two barely know each other, but they make it work (largely because of Renji, I think). Now imagine what Renji and Byakuya could look like 5-10yrs down the line. I still think Hitsugaya and Matsumoto are Captain/Vice-Captain Teamwork #goals, but I’d love to imagine a future where Byakuya and Renji have conceived of some kind of Senbonzakura/Zabimaru bone-snake/cherry blossom tornado or something.

#please know we tried so hard to keep these short #there was trying to be had #it didn't work out so well #abarai renji #ask games #bingo card meme #no brain just bleach

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huevobuevo · 2 years

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Okai so apparently splatoon 3 is grippin my dopamine deprived brain with the strength of a blue collar middle age irish immigrant on his last 30 minute cigarette/lunch break SO i made some splatoon aus with. Essentialy every single piece of media i could think of.

If you’re interested good fucking luck

A SPACE ODYSSEY because why not

Set in Alterna where instead of Grizzco the regular squid government (??) sends down a small team to investigate the crater. Same thing as in the original ASO story where they’re aware of Alterna’s existence but they hide it from David & Frank honestly they dont know much about it either LMAOOOO‼️ theyre hopin to uncover old human technology to make better Machines i Guess‼️‼️‼️ Hal & Sal are either gonna be Hologram AI’s that were created by a human scientist to watch over Alterna OR sea cucumbers. The Sea Cucumber Route would be where Hal was sent by the squid government™️ to look over the Discovery team (as usual). The hologram route is cooler but also i REALLY like the idea of David, just a regular octoling, falling inlove with Hal, a sea cucumber, a littler guy, a silly goofy, a teensy eepsy, etc. etc. THERES ALSO another version where Hal & Sal are the first android Idols created by Dr Chandra to develop a NEW kinda Funk And Groove or whatevas!!!! They’re both octoling-robots and im still figurin out their style of music but uh ya :]]]]]

THE STANLEY PARABLE

Mainly im just. Inlove with the idea of The Narrator being like a giant Zapfish (maybe THE Great Zapfish) and it all kinda goes to his head. He’s an Idol with his style of music being similar to that of Damp Socks (jazz but make the time signature insane). His producer is Employee 432/Settings Person whose either a jellyfish or sea cucumber (kinda leanin towards jellyfish since theyre the main ones behind the Idol’s development teams but we need more sea cucumbers imo <33 ). Stanley is an inkling who, in his youth, was a part of a professional turf war team. His main weapon was OBVIOUSLY the trislosher. As he got older he retired from turf wars and got just a regular ol office job- until he found himself stuck in recon. The Stanley Parable & Ultra Deluxe is basically The Narrator trying to figure out the perfect game mode & map just intime for the new splatfest while Stanley tries to escape this hell of a map. Im thinking of their backstory. Like maybe Stanley being a part of the Squidbeak Splatoon and the Narrator being the zapfish you save?? But idk if that’ll stick since ill either have to make them both children or Stanley/Agent Three would’ve applied as an adult.

RESIDENT EVIL

the one that makes me insane. Its sorta following an alternative path where Umbrella is a company that helps sponsor and host Turf Wars, and after Team Order wins the final Splatfest for Splatoon 2 Umbrella uses this as ignition to take over the Splatlands. So now we have a dystopian hella swag alterna-like city that’s closed off from the splatlands where shits just fucked. ANEYWAYS im still thinkin bout the idols but i moght be stupid and just makem the Weskers

PORTAL

This is Octo-Expansion but spicy. Gods the VIBES between Kamabo Co. & Aperture Science is SOOO 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞‼️‼️‼️‼️ ya same thing applies, GLaDOS is a giant AI whose blendin up fish people BUT THIS TIME her main goal isnt to goop up the world. Unlike Tartar she LOVES to just sit in her little autistic corner and torture people, so she mainly uses the goop from failed test subjects to go up to the surface and kidnap folks-one of them being an Octoling called Chell, who was on her way to the surface after hearing the Calamari Inkantation. Instead of the Squidbeak Splatoon & Off The Hook accompanying her, she has the help of the train conductor Wheatley (yes hes going to be a hermit crab.) & a trio of musicians who are trying to reach the surface as well. The band consists of Hook (Rick; a salmonling) Line (Fact Core; an octoling) & Sinker (Space Core; an inkling)! GLaDOS takes the form of a long robotic eel using material from the testing stations- her weakpoints in the final battle are actually those god forsaken green crates! Good luck with that buddy! Of course near the end Wheatley betrays you as usual, still workin on the kinks for the main storyline + cave johnson’s whole deal. Once you escape however Hook Line & Sinker will become the new idols for the Splatlands/Inkopolis! They become a fan favorites quickly, their choice of music being a mix of hyperpop & breakcore with an astronomy theme <333 ALSO the other cores are sanitized octolings/inklings/salmonlings that were dragged down into Aperture Labs

LITTLE NIGHTMARES

JIPPEEE!!! Here an inkling & octoling (Six & Mono) are lost in an underwater city after accidentally boarding the Deep Sea Metro. Its kind of a mix of Octo Expansion & Little Nightmares 2 where they both have to complete various challenges created by the two idols of the city- that being The Lady & Thin Man. Their style of music is similar to Deep Cut but im imagining more bass ??? Like?? Im thinkin of GHOST’s Solaria / Aura vibes, yakno??

ALSO I HAVE SPECIFIC TYPES OF MARINE ANIMALS FOR CERTAIN CHARACTERS JIPPEE!! :3

PORTAL

- Space Core; Caribbean Reef Squid

- Fact Core; Glowing Sucker Octopus

- Rick; Sockeye Salmon

- Chell; Firefly Squid

SPACE ODYSSEY

- Hal9000; either a Blanket Octopus or a Chromodoris Quadricolor Sea Slug

- Sal9000; either a Blanket Octopus or a Blue Velvet Sea Slug

RESIDENT EVIL

- Rebecca Chambers; either a Remora or Nurse Shark

- Billy Coen; Tiger Shark

- Jill Valentine; Color Tip Reef Anemone

- Albert & Alex Wesker; Collosal Squids

- Excella Gionne; Anguilla/European Eel

- Nicholai Ginovaef; Zebra Octopus

- Sherry Birkin; Dumbo Octopus :]

- Alcina Dimitrescu; Vampire Squid (duh)

- Karl Heisenberg; Dogfish

- Donna Beneviento; Bubbletip Anemone

- Angie Beneviento; clownfish HAH

- Mother Miranda & Eveline; Anglerfish

- The Bakers; Rainbow Trout

LITTLE NIGHTMARES

- Raincoat Girl, Six & The Lady; Magnapinna Squid

- Mono & The Thin Man; Blanket Octopus

- Runaway Kid; Blue Ringed Octopus

- The Pretender; Crown Jelly

- Flashlight Girl; Cookie Cutter Shark

- the whole ass baby; ze baby jelly

- The Crackheads; Goblin Shark. what else

- The Teacher; nurse shark

(still researchin different types of sea critters for this au!)

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gojospetd0g · 3 years

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The accidental meet-up

Megumi Fushiguro x reader

Just some wholesome fluff about running into your childhood friend you never talked to since junior high.

“Can you please go to the store for me, y/n?” Asked mom from her office room.

“Sure.” I walked there and popped my head in “What do we need?”

“There’s the list honey, thank you so much.” She handed me the note and smiled at me with a usual tired face.

“You have enough to do mom, and i wanted to get some fresh air anyway.”

“Be careful on your way. Should i call someone to go with you?”

“It’s fine the store is not that far y’know!”

“Just making sure. Then, take care sweetie, hurry before it gets late. There’s some extra money on the fridge, buy something for yourself.”

“Thanks, i’ll be back soon!”

I went back to my room and got ready. Mom was a jujutsu sorcerer back in the day but after an incident in which she experienced a huge loss, she retired. She was a teacher in Tokyo Jujutsu High but now she’s an undercover in there. Looking for curses and informing the school, the heads of the sorceres and things like that. However, she’s considering going back because a certain boy ate a finger of Sukuna’s. She tells me stuff you know, she spills everytime i massage her shoulders or make her coffee to have a break.

In my case, i can’t see curses nor do i hold the power sorcerers have. But it’s fine, mom said it’s better this way. Her stories are fun tho, i wish i could have some connection with this whole thing, my life is really boring this way. Anyways, as i left the house i put my earplugs in, closing off the noises of the outside world. On my way i thought of getting some snacks for later tonight. I was planning on catchcing up with some shows.

After minutes of walking i was getting closer to the store. But i couldn’t believe my eyes, there was someone really familiar going to the same building. I took one earplug out and squinted my eyes. Is that.. If that’s not him i can just pretend i’m having a phone call or sum.

“Megumi?” He looked my way, a suprised expression on his face. He didn’t change one bit; hair messy, face expressionless as always.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same! What happened to your face? The guy who always beat others got beaten up? How is that possible.”

He laughed a little, looking at the ground “Well.. stuff happened.”

“Sure did, oh-“ i looked at his clothes and asked “Are you a jujutsu sorcerer?”

“How do you know about this? Sorry I mean-”

“See you never believed me when i told about my mom beating evil curses!”

“Jesus y/n that was ages ago! How was i supposed to believe that?”

“Hmph, so disrespectful.”

“If your mom is a sorcerer why aren’t you-

“I can’t see shit, i have absolutly nothing to do with this whole thing. Sooo good luck i guess, be strong.”

“That’s...unfortunate.”

“All good.”

“Do you want to catch up? I.. missed you. I guess.”

“Aww, did you really?? I don’t even know why you stopped talking to me suddenly so yeah! I have some things to buy let’s go in ol’ friend!”

Even when we were little we were on good terms with Megumi. He stayed over at our place a lot but i was never at his, we were classmates throughout elementary and junior high school every year and there was nothing more than great friendship. He beat guys up who hurt me in any way, took me out sometimes and overall he was a really good friend. Best friend as you call it. But some days after junior high he stopped answering my calls, texting me back and everything. I was feeling really under the rock at the time, i doubted myself every day: ‘did i do something wrong?’ ‘what happened to him?’ ‘where did he go?’ ‘is he okay?’ Until one day i got a message from an unknown number saying ‘I’m sorry i’ll explain one day-Bedhair’ And i knew it was him. I was never really the type to keep grudges and i moved on since then, deep down waiting for that day. And the day came. Unexpectedly. Accidentally.

“So did you make any friends?” I asked opening the ice cream i just bought. He opened his can on Sprite, nodding.

“I guess you can call them friends. Shit, there are only three first years including me. And we live in a hostel. Kinda fancy tho. My upperclassmate is a literal panda, and the other one is communicating with sushi ingredients. Don’t get me started with our teacher, he took pics of me when i first got beaten up.”

“Bruh, damn. That’s deep.” I laughed and he smiled at that. “Sounds fun.”

“Did you make any friends?”

“Yeah, i have a few. Not as cool as your friends but they’re fun to hang out with too.” He nodded as he sipped on his soda.

“You don’t know how glad i am to see you.”

“Aw, things have been rough or sumthing?”

“Yeah. I don’t know if i’m allowed to tell you this tho.”

“Please, my mom always tells me everything. She even draws me how the curses look sometimes.”

He looked me dead in the eyes then smiled with a sigh. “So i was sent to this school to—“

And he told me. He told me how that ‘idiot’ ate Sukuna’s finger, how he met his other classmate, a full of potential but loud girl, how his said friend died in front of him and how he came back. How the fight went against the other school and other small things that happened in his daily life. He asked about me too. And i told him. I told him everything that i’ve been throught and he didn’t judge me for them being just average teenage things, he was interested in the new game i was playing, the new mangas i’ve been reading, how i started cooking ect. I’ve always loved the way he listened and the way he talked. I felt understood and at peace next to him.

“But i understand why you decided to distance yourself from me. I’m not mad don’t worry.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, mom told me how i could be in serious danger if i was in some kind of relation with anyone in this field. She’s kinda unknown now so i’m okay, but if she goes back to work seriously i might have to move.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay, my rich aunt, swag unle and gay cousin live not that far from here. They’re even closer to my school! I’m prepared bestie.”

“Thank god. I don’t even have to explain then.”

“What is that supposed to mean!”

I pushed him hard but he didn’t even budge.

“Holy-!”

“Know who you’re messing with weakling.”

“If you keep this act up i’m going to leave.”

“Ok sorry.” He laughed and made our knees touch. Back in middle school we’d always connect our knees for no reason so it just felt quite nostalgic.

“I missed you too Megumi.”

“Happy to know that.” He smiled gently.

But as he was about to say something we heard agressive running and a “Fushiguro-kyun!”

A puder pink haired guy and a short brown haired girl clung into him asking “Who is this woman??”

“Have you forgotten the night you toasted to my eyes? Was it all a lie when you said your time with me was the most enjoyable of all? That night, that night!”

They must be the said friends, i just laughed at what they were saying. He really found good people to be around and i’m glad.

Another voice was heard “Could you not touch him so casually please?” A rather handsome man stood a few steps from us. Is he the teacher? “You homewreckers?! Megumi-chan has violin practice with me now.”

“Do you play the violin?” I asked him, not paying attention anymore. I wiped my eyes from the laughing while he just stayed unbothered and done with all of them.

“No i don’t.”

“Let’s go home, Megumi-chan.” Finished his speech the beautiful eyed man.

“Don’t mind them please. Are you done?” He said to all of them, pushing the girl away and punching the guy next to him.

I took my bags and bowed a little “Hi i’m y/n, i’m an old friend. Nice to meet you all.”

“Oh you’re y/n! I’m Itadori Yuuji.” The pink haired guy smiled at me and i tilted my head, averting my eyes to Megumi. But he looked away immediatelly “Fushiguro told me about you.”

“Did he really?? Dang, Megumi.”

“First name phasis huh? I’m Gojou Satoru. Their teacher.” He showed a rather questionable face but it was funny, the girl and i laughed. I looked at her and she turned away with a blush.

“Nobara.. Kugisaki.”

“That’s a cute name it suits you!” Her blush deepened as she flipped her hair, sticking her tounge at Itadori with the lines of ‘they didn’t compliment you but they did me!’

“Gojou-san stop staring at me.” Said Megumi “We’ve known each other since we were little we just bumped into each other.”

Then my phone rang. “It’s mom, i should go. I’ve been out longer than expected.”

“I’ll walk you home.” Suggested Megumi but i declined.

“It’s okay, i’ll be fine. It was a pleasure to meet you all. Take care of Megumi for me, be safe guys!” I said walking away.

“Tell your mom i said hi.” Said Gojou with a wink which made me shiver and gag, that sounded so wrong. “N-not in that way i just know her!”

With a laugh i answered the phone call. I was a bit far from them already as they went the opposite way as well, then i sighed.

“Thank god i was worried. Everything’s fine honey?”

“Yeah.” My voice came out weaker than expected. I really missed Megumi. And now i do again. “I missed him so much mom.” A tear slid down my face, but my smile never faded.

“I know honey. I know. Hurry home, i’m making cookies. We can talk about it when you arrive.”

“Thanks. I’ll be there soon.” With a sob i put the earplugs in, treasuring todays happening. Who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again.

I woke up and chose wholesome but make it sad at the end :D

Hope you guys enjoyed, have a nice day/night! <3

#megumi x reader #megumi #yuuji #nobara #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #wholesome #imagine #oneshot #short #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #gojou #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #nobara supremacy #gojou satoru

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birdmenmanga · 2 years

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okay please give me a blorbography on these unhinged middle school kids you keep putting on my dash

THANKS FOR SENDING ME AN ASK ABOUT MY UNHINGED MIDDLE SCHOOL KIDS BESTIE <3 <3 <3 genuinely if you did not do it I would have sent myself an ask and just answered it as though it wasn’t me at all

hee hee. I'll do my avian men first because the series is half as long so there aren't as many choices, and I’ll do Kekkaishi down under that lol

Birdmen

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): I hate doubling up on my choices and I want to torment Eishi more than he is my favorite character so I suppose Takayama Sou has to be my blorbo by process of elimination. I do seriously think about this guy all the time. He will really say shit like it’s nothing. “One finds prodigious strength at the scene of a fire...” like he just says that??? unscripted??? he just drops lines like “the secrets to the universe? which one?” and “there’s no way to make everyone happy, right? then why not change the rules of a world like that? from the outside.”???? like holy shit bestie. I think you have some issues!! but by god!! go king give us inscrutable and inexplicable actions!!! Show up in my dreams unprompted or whatever!! go off!!

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): SAGISAWA REI. he is SUCH a scrunkly scrimblo. he keeps wanting to go to the lourve despite the fact they’re trying to decide the fate of birdmen and humanity at large. he has the best taste in women. the inside of his brain is like schrodinger’s cat. both full and empty at the same time. when it’s full it’s filled with rose jam. I think I’m being influenced by bells here, but I do think he is SO charming. he’s like “wow we should make a club!! that’s a normal activity normal people do, right?? I am getting a good grade in enjoying my student life and making friends”. I would love to be besties with him

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): I feel like I could pick anyone not from the bird club and they would qualify as a scrimblo bimblo. I guess if I had to pick ONE I’d pick Jonathan :((((( And I don’t mean Fox, I mean Jonathan specifically. There’s just something so tragic and compelling about his relationship with Jasmine... like good lord. what was going on in his head when Lily was pretending to be Jasmine. was he thinking that he deserved whatever she did to him and that’s why he didn’t tell Fox? on god. shoveling gravel in my mouth.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): Gabriel (NOT Raphael). Look, I know it's kind of a pick from the left field but you can't be a glup shitto if it's not like that!! Gabriel just has excellent vibes idk what to say!! She's lovely and gorgeous and I love her swag!! I was so excited that Milan was getting laid I was like wow!! go besties!! get it!! I was so happy that Gabriel survived the fighter jets and I was really really looking forward to when she woke up again. You don't understand. I YELLED when she jolted awake. And then it turns out that her baby is piloting her comatose body like a mecha now?? That will haunt me for the rest of my life. What the fuck? Rest in peace, Gabriel.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): LOL. TATSUME NAOYUKI LMAOOOO. Yes yes yes I know, I know I say Eishi's the wettest most pathetic guy all the time but truly. he has nothing on Tatsume <3. Eishi could NEVER dream of being kidnapped as a middle-aged professor and confessing to stalking an elementary schooler. He's not unhinged enough to stab himself in the torso on three separate occasions and lay down in the street simulating the circumstances where he ran into Takayama for the first time just to try and get him to show up again. Literally nobody comes close to the pathetic feralness of Associate Professor of Tokyo University and evolutionary biologist Tatsume Naoyuki

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): Do you even have to ask. Karasuma Eishi <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): I would send Robin’s supervisor to superhell, except the problem is that he WANTS to go to superhell, defeating the purpose. My second choice is Wang Guang Feng. idk what it is about that guy but his vibes are just off, big time. I can see why Takayama didn’t choose him.

Kekkaishi

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): uuuaaaHGGHAAAAA SUMIKO SUMIMURA MY BELOVEDDDDD. SHE LITERALLY LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE... She’s trying so hard, and even so she still fails to connect...she spends a decade building her grave where she'll serve penance for the rest of her life... so beloved by everyone around her and still constantly feeling like she’ll never be human enough to be worth loving... good god I’m going to cry. I’m going to lay down on the floor listening to Dante by R Sound Design while I murmur “let my use my monstrous powers for your sake” over and over

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): LOL PROBABLY SEN KAGEMIYA. he is just SO scrunkly!! I could grab him by the scruff and shake him around like a ragdoll!! I want to feed him those jelly cups they make for hercules beetles. he’s soooo hypocritical. he will be like “nope I am a rational guy who makes excellent decisions so I will definitely not go save you nope nope not a chance” and then be like “argh you’re such an idiot! I hate that I have to save you!”. Even tanabe says that he’s the closest thing to a tsundere. truly a scrunkly.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): SOJI HIURA. WHERE IS EVERYONE’S LOVE FOR SOJI. WHY AM I ALONE ON THIS HILL. Soji is literally one of the most guys ever!! He likes chocolate cake because the color is nice!!! He likes mechanical pencils and watching washing machines and writing kanji and he’s also a perfect killing machine who’s learning how emotions work what more could you want??? he TAKES NAPS in the AFTERNOON!!! WHY DOES NOBODY ELSE LOVE HIM LIKE I DO??? I GENUINELY DON’T UNDERSTAND....

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): GOD WHEN SHUUJI SUMIMURA HAS A MOMENT... like you know. most of the time he is just chilling. just saying “ohhh sweetie go take a nap I know you’re tired” “omg I made too much food would you like to take some home” etc. etc. but Sometimes. Sometimes. His overwhelming love for his wife who is off at war all the fucking time comes out and boy. does he shine in those moments. He loves his wife so much. Did I mention that he loves his wife a lot? He’ll throw tea at you if you badmouth her. He is really such a guy. There isn’t a better father in fictional media.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): You know usually I gravitate towards the “otherwise pathetic” aspect of this one but you know what? We’re going with problematic and controversial this time. Kakeru. Absolute girlboss. Oh yeah you made a spell to cause the heat death of the universe because your beloved mentor got killed?? You’re so valid have a nice day. I usually hate characters who are like “HAHAHA I WILL DESTROY YOUR TOWN! VIOLENCE AND DESTRUCTION. AS A TREAT.” but something about Kakeru just hits different. idk she’s fun :3

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): LOL. Yoshimori and Toshimori Sumimura. Yoshimori’s obviously a given since he’s the protagonist and he gets attached to people so easily and he’s so soft and lovable yet so unhinged and reckless. it’s really an awesome combination to violently hurl against a brick wall!!! Now, Toshimori might be a weird one. But in my head I have an AU where he gets kidnapped by Soji and starts hunting mystical sites with Kakeru and Michiru and man... he is going THROUGH it in that one specific scenario and I am loving it. I keep dropping him in the plinko over and over again trying to see whether different things will happen. what a lil guy. what a shame he could be broken

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): Kaguro. Hate that guy. vibes are absolutely rancid. if anyone deserves to get sent to superhell it’s him. he already knows he’s going to superhell he’s just trying to have as much fun as he can before he’s gone. he didn’t deserve to be in Yoshimori’s shinkai. get lost loser

Okay now that I’ve written out my blorbos for both series, some observations: I just really like characters who are one step removed from humanity, huh? I mean my faves are apparently Takayama, Sumiko and Soji. They’re all definitely in the same genre of characters. inscrutable. difficult to communicate with. difficult to control. but still so beloved. still so beloved.

I also see a strong pattern in the characters I wanted to send to superhell LOL. I feel like I simply don’t like evil characters!! I was SO ready for Guang Feng to become an antagonist of some sort, because he’s coded EXACTLY like an asshole guy who Eishi would want to beat up in a fistfight except there’s not a single fistfight he could ever win!! But I understand from the narrative themes that it wasn’t going to happen-- a distinct lack of conflict between birdmen is integral to the plot. Regarding Kaguro... I just don’t know. I just don’t think the Kokuboro arc was very compelling. Byaku, Kaguro, Matsudo... I just didn’t find any of them particularly interesting, and I didn’t get attached to any of them. Kaguro tried really hard to be evil but yoshi’s right. he really has no substance at all. just go to superhell king.

regarding the horse plinko. genuinely if you’re not putting the protag through the horse plinko what are you doing?? writing domestic fluff about them???? couldn’t be me (THIS IS NOT A CRITICISM OF FLUFFY CONTENT. I LOVE READING IT!! I JUST CAN’T MAKE STUFF LIKE THAT. ITS JUST NOT HOW I WORK...)

anyways bestie thank you so much for allowing me to go off about my blorbos <3 <3 <3

#asks #ashe-is-here #birdmen #kekkaishi

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cozyenigma · 3 years

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For You

Not sure how I feel about this one, it took me a While to finish

Pairing- Illinois/ Reader

Word Count- 2,426

Request?- Yes!

Summary- Illinois was lackadaisical with his own safety at the best of times. You knew this. You didn’t know how much worse he got when he had a plan in mind...

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Dangerous to Illinois was more like a suggestion. He'd read the warnings, sure, but then go on his merry way all the same. Adventuring came as easily as breathing. You were torn between being impressed and concerned at the disregard for his own safety.

"Some century old sticks and stones aren't enough to keep me down, darlin'" he'd said once. "Sweet of you to worry though."

Illinois was impossible.

Sometimes he'd even ham it up a bit, just to be a bastard. He'd duck at the last possible second to avoid a spear sailing over his head. He'd pinwheel his arms and act like he was about to fall off a shaky bridge. One memorable time he'd even let go while climbing a craggy rock wall. You remembered crying out. A broken leg would've been a good outcome if he fell from that height. Then Illinois shot you that same smirk and kept on climbing like it was nothing.

You'd have throttled him ages ago if you hadn't already gone and caught feelings.

"C'mon, it's fine."

No, at this rate you were still gonna throttle him. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"No, this is way too dangerous, even for you. We're lucky to have made it out the first time. I don't know why you're so insistent on this."

Illinois put his hands on his hips. "When did a little bit of danger ever stop you, hmm? It'll be easy. I'll just walk in, walk out. Done and done. I get the treasure and you get to watch the professional at work."

The cavalier tone only made you grit your teeth. "We almost died Illinois! Not in the usual whoo that was exhilarating way either! You can't avoid a cave-in like you can a trap!"

The cavern you two had been exploring wasn't too far off the beaten path. Rumors had been floating around that it was home to a forgotten pirate treasure hoard. Illinois had gotten excited almost immediately. He'd been regaling you with old tales of pirates who'd been in the area when you heard it. A deep, ominous rumbling. It had been all around you; you had felt the vibrations through your feet.

The next instant Illinois was shoving you. Your back was already sore from hitting the ground, Illinois using his body to try and shield yours. Illinois' luck seemed to win out though. The floor had collapsed in a deafening roar, the entire passageway caving in just barely ahead of you. You didn't relax until you were out again.

"But I did," Illinois argued now. "Look, I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing darlin'."

"That's not what I'm worried about." You glanced back towards the cave entrance. The sun barely touched the dark inside. "All it takes is one time."

For a moment, Illinois looked you over, searching your expression. Then he heaved a sigh.

"Okay, alright, fine. We'll... think of something else."

Despite his obvious disappointment you practically slumped over in relief. Traps you could deal with. The thought of an entire cave system collapsing on top of you?

"C'mon," Illinois grabbed his pack, tossing you your own.

Your relief was short lived though. The ride back into town was awkward and quiet. Radio was spotty at best out here so you drove in silence. You kept stealing glances at Illinois. The whole day he was talking up this adventure, wondering aloud what you would find down there. You couldn't remember the time he drove without saying anything at all.

"Sorry," you broke the silence. Illinois glanced over, confused. "About the cave, I mean."

Illinois huffed, shaking his head as he turned to follow the dirt road. "Not your fault."

"Well, I know you were excited about it."

Another glance. "Eh," he shrugged a shoulder. "There's always another adventure. You can't expect everything to work out all the time."

You hummed, watching his fingers tap against the steering wheel. The area had more to offer than just treasure. Maybe you could find something the two of you could do instead with the time you still had left. By the time you got back to the hotel though, you hadn't thought of much. Most of what you passed in the city amounted to tourist traps.

"Why don't you rest up, I'm gonna go grab some things," Illinois said, not even stepping into the room.

"Right now?" You turned, bag still in hand. "I can come along if you want-"

"Just gonna get some supplies," his fingers were drumming against the door frame. "Clear my head a bit."

Alone, he meant. You gave him a tired smile, trying not to think into it too much.

"Don't get into trouble."

The trademark smirk almost compared to his usual ones. "Trouble's part of the package deal, darlin'. I'll be back before you know it."

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone in the hotel room. You sighed. Two or three days left in this city. Not enough time to plan much else or try to find a safer route to the pirate trove. Illinois wasn't much of a tourist but you could find something.

You went through the motions. Ditched your bag and jacket, cleaned up a bit, tended to your scrapes and cuts. By the time you could actually rest over an hour had passed. It wasn't that unusual for Illinois but something in your gut churned.

The sun had started to set already. When you peaked out the window you could see the parking lot cast in oranges and pinks. The truck was gone.

Okay. You figured he probably took a drive. Maybe. The anxious pit in your stomach only deepened as you took out your phone. Illinois' number was at the top. It rang once, twice, three times. You hung up in the middle of his cheesy voicemail message.

You cursed, calling again. He better not have. He wouldn't have, right? That damn cave was a death trap!

Even though you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, time continued to crawl by. One hour turned to two, bordering on three. Your bag was already packed and you were on the phone again. Hopefully you could manage to get another car. It'd take you way too long to try and hoof it. If only he'd pick up the phone! You were sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing your eyes as you waited for the call to go through when the door opened.

Illinois looked like hell.

His hat was gone, hair covered in dust and grime. A cut on his forehead had dribbled a red trail down his face. What your eyes landed on though was his arm. Half the sleeve was gone, wrapped up in a makeshift bandage. He held it close to himself as he opened the door with the other.

"Oh my god," you muttered, phone forgotten as you surged forward.

Illinois barely had time to get a word out before you were pulling him inside. Just grabbing him left a thin layer of dust on your hands. He let you lead him to the bed, sitting down.

"What the hell happened?" You hesitated, stopping just short of touching his arm. "Illinois-"

Despite doing his best to hide it, you could still see the obvious pain he was in. The grin on his face was strained. "Told you that trouble came along with me, didn't I?"

"You went looking for it, you idiot, did you go back to the cave? Did you drive back here like this?" Gently you reached for his hand only for Illinois to stop you with the other.

"Yes and yes," he answered, casual still despite the situation. "Cave-ins run in pairs, apparently."

"You- you-!" You pulled back, taking a breath. When that didn't work you started to pace, Illinois tracking your movements. "You could've been killed! Illinois I thought you agreed not to go back in there? I didn't even know where you were, what if you had gotten trapped in there?"

"I didn't."

"That's not the point!" You stopped in front of him, breathing hard. "You're lucky you just broke your arm. Do you think you're invincible, is that it?"

Illinois sighed, trying to get more comfortable and wincing. "No. Look, I know you're upset-"

"Upset doesn't even begin to cover it."

"I know you're upset," Illinois repeated, good hand up, placating, "but I don't get into situations I don't think I can handle. I made it back. Can't get rid of me that easily."

The teasing did not help. You didn't bother responding. Illinois watched as you shoved your phone into your pocket and grabbed your bag. He blinked up at you as you walked back over to him, hand outstretched.

"Give me the keys," your voice was flat, leaving no room for argument.

"Worried I'm gonna run off again?"

"No, you ass, I'm going to drive you to a hospital because your arm is broken. Keys. Now."

Instead of that, Illinois reached up and grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. "Hey, c'mon. This is what I do, sweetheart. I get hurt all the time. It's not a big deal."

You yanked your hand out of his. "I don't know how to get this through your thick skull, Illinois, but I care if you get hurt. This is a big deal to me! Why did you do this?"

For a tense moment, Illinois didn't answer. He wasn't even looking at you, eyes set squarely on the floor. Maybe it was the injuries or just the absence of his hat but he looked so far removed from the adventurer you knew then.

"Would you believe me if I said it was for you?"

Oh, that was it.

Your scoff got his attention. "You are such a bastard about these things. You want to get a reaction out of me? Okay, fine! I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?! You scared the hell out of me because I thought you weren't coming back!"

Ignoring the stinging in your eyes, ignoring how your hands were so tightly clenched your knuckles burned, you glared poison down at Illinois. The adventurer had frozen. Opened his mouth only to close it again.

"You love me?"

The breathless words didn't do much to quell your anger. You rubbed at your eyes, looking away.

"Yeah, guess I fell for you like everyone else does, huh?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch movement. Illinois had reached behind him and was fumbling around with his bag. From the grimace on his face you guessed it wasn't a comfortable position.

"Illinois-"

"Hang on," he interrupted, finally pulling something out. It caught the light as Illinois held it out to you. In his hand was a thin square of gold and it took you a moment to even recognize that it was a compass. A very old one at that.

"You were right," Illinois said, "not really worth it. Most of the time the treasure pirates took were trade goods. Cloth, cotton, sugar, that kind of thing. Nothing that'd survive the whole buried treasure treatment. Found lots but most of it was just rotten. I'm guessing whoever put it all there planned to come back at some point and never made it."

Carefully, you took the compass out of his hand. It fit neatly in your palm. The compass was mounted into a small gold square, the glass cloudy from time. What you could see through it was dark and yellowed. The needle didn't move. Around the compass were hints of a design. What was surely once intricate work was practically worn completely off by now. When you looked up again, Illinois was studying your face.

"That was the only thing that survived." He leaned back on the mattress, looking as exhausted as he probably felt for the first time. "Guess even your favorite adventurer gets a dud every now and then, huh?"

You ran your fingers across the back of the compass. Swallowed and said, "So when you said it was for me…?"

"I was going to save it for your birthday. Or a better occasion than this anyways. Wanted to make it special." Illinois waved a careless hand. "Of course I thought it would be a bit more impressive than what I found. You deserve more than a tarnished old compass."

The whole reason he went back in there was to get you something. You weren't sure how to feel about that. The anger was still there, of course, but now you just shook your head and pocketed the compass.

"I'm keeping it."

"What?" Illinois lets you help him to his feet, luckily standing steady.

"You're going to get that arm set and I'm keeping the compass," you reached into his back pocket, snagging the keys despite his protests. "Then I'm going to yell at you some more because you're an idiot."

Illinois let out a short, surprised laugh. "You can't bully me, I'm injured!"

"That's exactly why I'm going to bully you."

Carefully, mindful not to jostle his arm, you wrap him up in a side hug. Illinois stiffened. Good arm pinned, he had no other option than to stare down at you. He said your name uncertainly. A question. You took a breath.

"We're going to talk about this later but," you held him a little tighter, "next time you don't have to make it special."

"Next time?"

You nodded. "It'll be perfect no matter what you do. Well, maybe without the broken bones."

When you pulled away, the usual smirk you'd come to expect wasn't there. Instead Illinois was giving you a soft smile. A little tight at the edges with pain but there all the same.

"Well, guess I could take that under advisement."

"Advisement," you rolled your eyes, taking him by the hand and leading him to the door. "Sure."

The new few hours were spent in the hospital. Illinois ended up with a cast, a few stitches, and a new story to tell. He didn't seem that put out by the experience, especially since he caught sight of you messing with the compass in the waiting room. You got payback by drawing on his cast.

In the end that "special moment" wasn't all that special. Illinois didn't even wait for the cast to come off, though he did complain about it plenty. Turned out kissing him in the middle of a rant was very effective.

#Illinois x Reader #Illinois the adventurer #Illinois ahwm #writersofmark #youtuber ego #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #My writing

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dietraumerei · 3 years

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Femslash February 10: Fast

AO3 Collection | Thank you to @ineffable-wives-central for the prompt list!

In which Aziraphale tries to go fast, in her own way. And in which Crowley is the most obnoxiously lovable cheerleader in the world.

Part of my Bike Girls series. A human AU, in which they are Disaster Lesbians who love each other very, very much and are complete disasters. Rated G.

cw: offscreen character injury

“You go too fast for me, Crowley!” Aziraphale called, pedalling as hard as she could.

Crowley slowed up immediately, dropping back so that she and Aziraphale could ride side-by-side. “Shit, I'm sorry.”

“It's fine,” Aziraphale puffed. “Sorry about your fat bird of a girlfriend.”

“Oi. Stop. Pull over here,” Crowley said immediately, and she looked...not mad, not exactly. Not like Gabrielle used to look. But upset.

They turned into the entrance to a farm, a little gravel inlet, and Crowley took her helmet off, still straddling her bike, and hung it on a handlebar before holding her arms out. “C'mere. I love you. Yeah, well, I'm sweaty and gross too, we have that in common. Angel, love. Don't...you never, ever have to apologise to me. I love your body, and I love your you.”

“Um, sorry,” Aziraphale said, wishing desperately that being held in Crowley's wiry arms wasn't unbelievably comforting. “I don't...know why I say those things.”

“Because you've been trained to say them, is my guess.” Crowley rubbed her back. “Listen to me, you never apologise for being mine. I cannot believe I get a gift like you. This is really important to me, okay? You being able to cycle fast isn't important. Not even a little bit.” She smiled and drew back, and kissed Aziraphale. “Also, being quite frank, it's that antique of a bike that's slowing you down,” she teased.

“I love my bike!”

Crowley laughed. “So do I – what else would I be able to tease you about so much?”

Aziraphale blinked at her. “Have you...met me? No, I mean, of course you won't tease me about serious stuff, I know that. But my deep and abiding love for Antiques Roadshow is fair game.”

Crowley laughed even harder. “Yeah, but the bike is an easy one. Not that I don't love it too – I adore this sturdy old thing, it brought us together.”

“Technically, a poorly-maintained road did,” Aziraphale said, just to be a shit, and she got a kiss for it. “I take my earlier words back, but also can you go a little slower, please?”

“Of course. I'm sorry, dove. You set the pace from here on,” Crowley promised.

Aziraphale smiled shyly. “And when we get back – can we talk about buying me a lighter bike? I won't give this one up, but it might nice to...to try something else.”

“All that and I get to be a gearhead? Yes, please!” Crowley laughed and kissed her one more time. “I love you. Wrist okay?”

“Crowley, it's been six months!” Aziraphale was giggling though, as they set off – and she set the pace. “Of course it's fine. Your foot all right?” she teased, and Crowley grinned.

“Fair enough.” She patted Aziraphale on the back as they returned to tackling the hill, and then enjoying the descent on the other side.

One Year Later

It had been the best surprise. Okay, it wasn't much of a race, but it was, technically, a race and Aziraphale had entered without telling her girlfriend until she realised she both needed to start training and also kind of needed a ride to the starting line.

In hindsight, she should have never told Crowley, for Crowley was literally the most obnoxious supporter ever in the history of all time. She cooked special meals and gave Aziraphale massages and went on training rides and cheered and bought swag and was basically operating at a level that would make a Le Tour cyclist blush, let alone a middle-aged woman who was doing the riding equivalent of a turkey trot 5k. She was sort of glad she'd decided this would be her first and last race; Crowley was adorable but also deeply, deeply embarrassing.

Still, it was the day of the race and Aziraphale was as ready as she could be, finally getting away from her girlfriend (who would be cheering from the sidelines in what was admittedly a rather cute little cheerleader fancy dress outfit because of course) to find her place on the starting...well, corral. She nodded hello to a few women she knew from group rides, and tried not to be too nervous. It was for fun; she wasn't planning to win anything, just to prove she could do it. She was on her new, lighter bike, and she could get pretty fast on it...

They'd studied the route beforehand and even cycled it once or twice, so Aziraphale knew exactly what was coming, where the hills were, where the flats and the turns and things were. She was...fine. Not the fastest, but not the slowest, and she was happy in the middle of the pack, doing quite well, she thought, for her age and fitness. She was proud, that was it. She was proud of herself!

Besides, she could always make up time at the end – the race ended with a long descent to the finishing line, and she was good at those, tucking herself down and going. Aziraphale never loved fast descents, but she'd promised herself she would do everything right this time, while promising Crowley that of course she'd be careful and safe and all that.

Just once, just the once – she wanted to go fast for her girl.

Everything was just as she'd planned as she started the descent, tucking low and careful of her spot in the pack, picking up speed now, everyone ready for the end – and she saw the woman in front of her go down, far too fast to stop, and had only enough time to think bugger.

One day later

“She's pretty banged up,” Crowley said. “But she'll be fine. The break in her wrist is really clean, no surgery or anything. Same for the one in her foot. And she just needed a few stitches.”

“Oof. Same wrist as last time?” Newt asked sympathetically.

“Nope, other one,” Crowley said. “Actually, I'd better get four croissants, she really loves 'em. But yeah, it wasn't fun for anyone. My disaster girl, she's the only one with fractures.”

“Oh no, unlucky,” Newt said. “Poor lass. Anathema said if I saw you to make sure she knows she can take as much time off from work as she needs?”

“Promise,” Crowley said. “I'm making her rest. I'm so proud of her,” she gloated. “She was going so fast, I really think she'd've won it, although she swears I'm mad to say such things. But you should've seen her! Really, really impressive cycling.”

“I'm sorry I missed it,” New said, and added an extra cake when Crowley was getting her wallet and not looking. “Right, there's your pastries, a large coffee and a large honey lavender latte with whip cream.”

“Bless you,” Crowley said, paying and collecting her booty for the short walk to Aziraphale's flat, where her girlfriend had better be resting in bed and ready for treats. If not, at least Crowley knew where the fuzzy restraints were.

#good omens #ineffable femslash february #ineffable wives #my fic

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beamsmom · 3 years

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Fics I've written for sunakomo week 🌻 it's completed you can find em here

Day 1

Prompt: "it's nice to meet you"

Suna's POV

A denim jacket over the shaggy sweatshirt that has life-changing lines imprinted on it, no gender just swag, that's what it reads, the broken amends of the crucified ripped jeans that my parents hate, I proudly wear those and I pick up my skate, glancing one last time in the mirror.

"Uhh, how am I still single? "

Yeah, my very first thought.

I swirl around to some beats, throwing some TikTok dance steps. I open my window and slip down my skate in between my arms, trying to step out numb on my toes keeping it quiet as much as I can and my one foot trip on the roof and my body rolls down through the slanted wood and hugs the holy mother earth echoing a thudding sound while my limbs pain me down.

I shouldn't be outside at this hour, wait what time is it again ?, gazing up at the sky I reckon the moon's position.

"It's 2 or 3 AM"

I embark on finding my skate and my eyes catch a scene that hurts me more than my back.

Some dog is chugging on my skate. It isn't some normal dog, it's the most beautiful creature, a pitbull. That thing has the aura of some ragious God dog. I step forward and horror rapidly runs throughout my spin.

What a great day. I spread my lips wider ready to start a fight with the dog's owner. I swivel my head on either side scavenging them. I'm not really a ragious person but I'm off beat now and then and that's now and then is too often.

I kneel and give the damned dog an astounding smile. " You aren't eating my skate, give me my skate, please" and the dog growls right at my face, rendering its sharp fangs, daring me to open my mouth again. I waved both hands in the air, accepting my defeat.

Okay, somehow it appears mad, his eyes are red bloodshot and he leers ragious and that thing engraved its fangs deeper on my plain Rick and Morty mimed board.

Ouch ouch ouch

Enough with playing the nice guy, I'm gonna have to do what has to be done. I hold the other side of the skate and force it towards me.

Why the hell is this small shit so strong? Why isn't his owner around??

"Give me my skate," I yell and it barks at me.

"See dog-" it barks again but this time it's louder.

"See, SIR, I'm already sneaking out, if you're barking, gonna wake my parents up, I'm going to be grounded for a couple of months and we don't want that, do we ?"

"Give me my skate, you piece of sh-t, wait, once your owner gonna be here, they'll pay for your deeds, f-ckface"

I hear someone from the back. I cocks my head in their direction. It's bland and dark. I can't see anything but a stepping silhouette and his voice sounds ethereal.

Why am I getting carried away, I have to yell at them?

"I'm so sorry," he says, bowing down.

A boy who is probably of my age, he's wearing a tee which goes as yes I'm wearing a meme and white sweatpants. Adorable.

"Wait-, you didn't give me a chance to be mad at you" I pour, crossing my hands at my chest.

"What?" he obliviously stares at me through his lashes.

"I mean, nothing" I choke up on my own words, and all of sudden my heart beats fast and it's about to come out of my mouth. His face, his damned face. I never thought it could be possible to feel this physical attraction to someone. Wait are we gay panicking over a stranger, yess most definitely we are.

He hesitantly pierces his lips together and our eyes meet and I have always been competitive in everything, so I have no intention of breaking it. He twitches the corner of his mouth and walks towards me. He leans down, plucking the other side of the skate from my hand.

"Ponny, please baby take this out of your mouth, see I can't do this in the middle of a night, please, you're causing trouble to them"

The dog finally let go of the skate and oh god and the condition of it. I can cry a river just right there. He pats his dog and puts back his leash.

He is too sweet, if it were my pet I probably would've yelled and snatched the thing away without even thinking.

"Hey I'm so sorry, ponny can get hard sometimes. She's just too much to deal with, I'm so sorry, I'll pay for your skate" his eyes are apologetic. He appeared genuinely upset about my skate.

"No it's fine, I can fix it" I try to soothe him. Although I respectfully su-k at comforting people, it's the effort that counts. So bare with me.

"For real ?" He beams at me and I see sprinkles and stars in his eyes and oh man he's the human version of a golden retriever.

~~a part of me want to pat his head so bad~~

"Yeah, I just have to change the board and repaint it" I replied, picking up my broken board.

"I can help you with that," he sings.

"Um, honestly you don't have to go through all that because of me"

"No, no it's fine"

"Well, we can meet at my house after school, I guess"

"Yeah sure," he enunciates.

"You know I used to have a pet as well" for the first time, I tried to hold a conversation with someone. So I thought it'd be great to tell him a story about my pet hamster.

"Yeah?" he replied, exhibiting a smile.

"His name was hamster"

"You name your hamster, hamster," he asks and I nod in response, cause the choice I had was to either call him the rock or the hamster, I chose the one I liked the most.

"Well it was better than calling him the rock"

He laughs and I catch myself staring. He is intriguing.

"I'm Komori motoya" he offers a handshake.

I take his all small fingers under my hand's embrace, "I'm suna rintaoru"

"It's nice to meet you, rin-san"

"It's nice meeting you too"

"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow ?"

"Yeah you will"

"Night komo"

"Good night"

I turn back and crash into someone," watch out moron" if I've known the words that are going to slip out of my mouth are my last words I would have chosen them more wisely. My mum is standing there, exhibiting no emotions, "rin". Oh god.

"Hii mum, what are you doing outside at this hour," I say, trying to break the awkwardness creeping up in the environment. All of a sudden I can sense the humidity in the air, my shirt clings to tacitly on me.

"You're grounded for a month," she warns.

"Yes ma'am, wait it's like I can't go out but someone can come in, right ?"

"Well, I guess"

"Sure"

She quirks a brow towards me, " have you found someone? I mean finding out romantically since you've never asked that question and I'm speaking from my experience of grounding you several times"

"Perhaps, that's something is for the future"

"Don't get hurt, okay ?"

"Don't play the nice mom after grounding me for a month"

She shakes her head and gestures to me to get back inside.

The end

#suna rintarou #hq komori #komori fluff #suna hcs #sunakomo #anime #fiction #fluff prompts #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #romance prompts #novel #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu atsumu #ao3feed #read on ao3 #fanfic #inarizaki

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daisychvins · 3 years

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｡･ﾟﾟ･ — introduction.

introducing ... violet’s demise ! aka grayson aka her big brother she’s been wiring money to stay away in europe <33333

name: grayson swag money jeon age: 22 turning 23 (don’t ask me about his sign that’s for liza to figure out someday <3) gender: cis male; he/him hometown: baltimore, maryland sexuality: bisexual & biromantic

listen i was feeling rlly committed to completing his stats but i’m already over it so don’t ask dont tell xx anYWAYS let’s get on to the juicy stuff hehe

i tend to ramble a lot so this intro is gonna be probably a mixture of paragraphs and bullet points and everything in between but let’s start simple. also i rlly wanna emphasize a massive DRUGS TW bc his character largely revolves around his interest in and addiction to drugs

blackmails

grayson is claiming that he's been in a rehab program for the last year and is now completely sober and reformed when he really was just using the money to party and travel throughout europe.

without his parents paying to support him now, he's had to start dealing to make ends meet and keep up appearances. it’s mostly coke, but he dabbles in harder substances depending on what his connections can get him.

grayson dabbles with calligraphy and was notorious for forging excuse notes and parent signatures all throughout high school and even now sells forgeries for a quick buck. the most notable of these was xavi’s letter of recommendation that helped him get into yale.

background

grayson is violet’s older brother!!1 yes, that’s right, THE big brother who’s been out of the country getting LIT (and by lit i mean he’s been traveling europe on a series of solo trips w his parents’ money and doin lots of recreational drugs)

i haven’t fully fleshed out the dynamic he has w his parents but just know it’s ,, bad ASDHFJNK basically the jeons treated their children like accessories and expected them to be their little trophies and grayson just was not having that as a kid!!! so he acted out a lot and obviously got himself into a pretty bad scene (thank u goosie) and is basically the bane of his parents existence at this point <3 yet they still try to appease him to keep him under control but that’s for the family task to work out hehehehe

despite hating his parents, he adores both of his siblings. before the drug use started, he was always a big nurturer and would have done anything for either of them......now he wouldn’t be caught dead praising violet but he loves her in secret from afar HSJDFKG

yeah basically he met goose when he was around 15 i think????? and got introduced to drugs around 16 or 17 i wanna say and by the time he graduated high school he was just....a much different person than the soft big brother he used to be. his parents sent him off to europe pretty much as soon as he turned 18 under the guise of going to school internationally, but grayson obviously knew the truth and understood that he was being sent away so he wouldn’t be his parents problem anymore.

he basically spent the last four years galavanting europe and just....trying to enjoy it???? but it’s hard to enjoy an extended vacation when u have no family or friends on ur side anymore </3 he basically used the money to stay in hostels and worked odd jobs here and there to stay afloat and keep supplied w the...special goods....but yeah lots of drugs, alcohol, sex, and recklessness but he DID learn a couple languages??? or at least enough to get through some pretty basic conversations in most european countries so <3 guess it’s all okay then!!!!

anyways idk what else to put here that u won’t just find out in the family task so uhhhhhh idk lmk if u need anything else i guess

present/personality

so now grayson is just vibing at yale obviously ummm he actually got super into writing after high school, especially poetry. he used to carry journals full of just random prose about his addiction and his deepest thoughts, as well as probably some lighter stuff about his love escapades or maybe goose idk...basically he used poetry as an outlet and it allowed him to really ground himself and find his place in the world even if it didnt include who he thought it would SO with that being said, grayson got into yale due to a poetry competition he was a part of. he saw some big fancy competition being advertised and on a whim decided to submit some poem about his struggles with addiction and losing his family (a v raw piece that he didn’t expect to ever see the light of day) and he actually ended up winning! it caught yale’s attention and they invited him to apply and, knowing how much it would probably disturb his little sister, grayson very smugly applied and was pretty stoked to see he got in

because that poem gained such publicity, it was assumed that he was a survivor of addiction and was writing from a sober perspective. he didn’t want to correct anyone, so he just went with it and has basically crafted this story about his massive success and has become an advocate for addiction treatment and rehabilitation. of course, none of the companies that sponsor him or the events that host him as a motivational speaker know that he’s snorting lines in the bathroom beforehand or dealing to half the elites, but that’s between grayson, god, and the blackmailer !

basically grayson showed back up because of violet’s blackmail being exposed. he was off in europe, unable to defend himself, and with a massive vendetta against his family so he decided what better way to reenter society than by publicly outing himself as a martyr <3333 his plan is basically to bash the family name to fulfill whatever angsty coming of age arc he has in store for him to make up for the pain of being sent away .... really angsty yeah </3 rip grayson

anyways yeah he’s a total fake. he’s been using his status as a martyr to his advantage a lot, the best example being his recruitment into the elites. he guilted them into accepting him by discussing the PR benefits of recruiting a member that struggles with addiction and how supporting addiction treatment and second chances would be such a good look for them. like he basically threatened to publicly expose them for denying him due to his troubled past and accuse them of being exclusionary so they said boop ! ur in. now the elites are proud advocates for second chances <3333

i would describe grayson as fearless, overconfident, infamous due to his condition being exposed recently, a little gloomy, he’s kind of just got this chip on his shoulder and feels like he has something to prove....he’s gotta be better than his parents, gotta stick it to them and to violet and to everyone who doubts him. he’s a grumpy guy with a massive vendetta and a need for some kind of justice. he just doesn’t know what that is yet. despite all of the bad, however, he’s genuinely a pretty good guy. he’s really goofy and a genuine person, pretty friendly with literally everyone until they give him a reason not to be. basically, unless you are a member of the jeon family he probably likes you or is at least cordial to you (unless we plot differently ofc but u know). he’s just a big lovable dummy with some sweet drug connects and a knack for poetry. he also knows calligraphy but that’s beside the point .

idk if this is enough to describe him but yeah if u have any questions just let me know hehe

this is probably gonna make things hard but considering violet was just exposed i think that he’s pretty new to yale ???? like probably just transferred in/started this spring semester rather than being here for the entire year/a prolonged amount of time so most of our plots will likely have to be newer/center on him first showing up OR we can establish their connections from pre-europe which is also fine w me....idk i didnt rlly think this timeline through so let’s just plot and see what happens aghbfjnd anyways i included some connection ideas to help us all just in case

wanted connections

i’d say he’s the honorary dealer of the elites aghbdfjn so literally anyone who needs a plug could be a potential connection. we can obviously tweak this and customize it to each character <3

maybe someone who met grayson in europe. they could have travelled together for an extended period of time or even just a brief encounter. he was over there for four years, so the possibilities are endless.

building off the last one, this same connection could work with a romantic interest. maybe they were romantically involved for a time in europe and fell out of touch or maybe grayson/your muse just left in the middle of the night and they never saw each other again until now and maybe there’s some unresolved feelings/one-sided longing or need for closure. it could also be that they just hooked up whenever this person was in the area and that was that, no strings attached.

maybe someone who genuinely believes that grayson is actually sober and really admires his strength and idk maybe they’re struggling w their own issues and seek advice from him or maybe they just make it harder for him to actually do his thing bc they’re constantly around and it’s not like they can catch him strung out and acting up

someone in the literature department or with a background in english or writing. someone he could read poetry to, or share his favorite lines with. someone who’s taken the same professors and can tell him who to watch out for or what to expect. idk i just want him to have someone to share his passions with. maybe a little crush is forming? maybe they’re just friends who share a love of fiction? idk i’m open to literally anything

he’s sort of a motivational speaker now bc he advocates for rehabilitation resources and stuff so like maybe ur muse saw him give a presentation or participate in some kind of seminar and they called bullshit on him after the show bc they were like,,, bro i literally saw u partying w max and avery last weekend what the fuck are u on about and now they could potentially hold that blackmail over his head hehe......

exes plots are always fun we love angst in this house

fuck it let’s bring another family member BHJFNGKM no but grayson rlly is a nurturing guy and like....definitely develops unhealthy attachments to cope w his loss of family so he’d love all the sibling-like bonds he can get to kinda numb the pain of “””””losing””””” violet

if none of these interest you i’m literally so down for anything pls just let me know and i’m happy to brainstorm always <333333

thank u for reading this....smooch .

#anyways this is just under 1900 words whoops #stream of consciousness wins again #intro #literally dont even have my tags sorted yet dont talk to me .

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Part 2

Erik unparked his Honda for this so they wouldn't have to ride the bus on their classy date. His car wasn't fancy and it had a small ding but unlike many college students, at least he had one. He had a half tank of gas and had to spray the car with borrowed febreeze since his boy Geo was the last to use it and he'd had a smokeout with some girl on campus, getting his thang sucked. Erik could still smell hints of it though he could tell Geo made an effort.

He cleaned and aired the car and went on. By the time he finished practice, read the chapter assigned from chem, re-showered, rubbed himself with cocoa butter, touched up his mustache with the clippers, and dressed like Brit requested it was time to pic her up.

Erik stood straight in a houndstooth fitted suit showing off his narrow waist, long legs, and broad shoulders. The crisp white button up left open at the neck showed off his signature gold necklace and his smooth brown skin stretched over bone and muscle. He liked it that way. Adjusting his lapels gently, he spun back to face his roommate.

"Thrifting," he muttered answering the unspoken question as he put on his better watch to complete the look.

"Wooo," his roommate Chris frowned, face scrunched from the fire of the suit.. "Pass that to me when you done," he gushed rubbing his own ashy arms as if he had chills. "I need a suit.. Yeah.. I'm a get on my grown man," he sighed as if he planned to go out and buy one immediately.

"Get one," Erik advised.

"I know you ain't going on no date. You taking bitches to spend money now?"

Erik spritzed himself very lightly with his official SpiceBomb cologne, the one he wore to entice and impress. The subtleness would have his date coming in real close to smell him.

"Maneuvers, Chris. You wouldn't understand," he scoffed walking out with a different swag. A grown man swag. He applied a little Dollar Tree chapstick to his notoriously bigass lips midwalk hoping they'd get a lot of use. He also kept a pack of gum with his wallet for his breath. "Brittany," he spoke saying her full name when she picked up the phone. He was outside, leaning against his car with one ankle crossed over the other, his loafer game clean. These were the loafers he wore to interviews.

"I'm coming," she said and he heard her moving around before she remembered to hang up. His eyes remained on where she'd exit from her dorm and when she appeared, he could automatically tell it was her on the stairs before she got out of the building. He looked down briefly, a small smile coming on his face. He felt like he was headed to prom again. She looked damn good and when she emerged she was obviously checking him out too.

She'd re-done her hair in wavy curls and she wore a fitted yellow dress, shoulders and chest exposed and well moisturized. For the first time, he noticed she had a bigass tattoo on her shoulder going into her arm and his interest was peeked. He loved women with tattoos, especially sleeves. It was sexy. She was winning him over already. Enough for him to at least be interested in her story.. or the story behind the tattoo. He had a tat on the back of his neck himself, an initial and a date. Her shoes were a perfect match to her dress color-wise. He was impressed. He hated when big girls dressed sloppy and old-fashioned with too much useless fabric. She looked her age and luscious like a BBW chocolate cake. He ain't mind the rolls.

"What," she mouthed referring to the look on his face as she approached.

"I'm tryna be a gentleman," he smiled, forced, with a subtle shrug giving her the gist of his thoughts before he walked around the car to open the passenger side to guide her in, closing the door.

"Where are you taking me," she smiled at his profile as he drove through city traffic past busses and through narrow lanes. He noticed she really ain't bring not a thing. She was determined not to pay, not even a toll.

The first place he took her was to an upscale art gallery, very bougie, where he walked around and stared thoughtfully at art pieces beside her, faking an interest. It required him to read the informative blurbs and make bullshit guesses about the artists' intent and meaning as he listened to Brit go on and on with her theories. She wished twice that she could take a canvas home to her dormroom, hinting around but Erik didn't have $3,000 to spend just as he knew she didn't or she'd have put the damn thing on layaway. He'd done well though, she was obviously enjoying herself.

"What do you think these colors represent when they transition that way, from blues to black and then red," she wondered aloud taken by a series of abstract paintings. He did not care.

"Well, the red could be rebirth after the blue sadness and the black in the middle is the death, so the artist has been through something impactful and considers themselves in a period of change," he guessed pulling it from his ass.

"I think you're right," she paused thoughtfully. She stood there another minute as he pretended to analyze next to her until they'd seen it all.

"Oh.. look at the time," he paused looking at his watch when the alotted museum time he'd set in his mind, was up. In true gentlemanly fashion, he escorted her to dinner on a harbor cruise where they floated down the harbor to the sound of live jazz. Classy as fuck, especially for a college boy. He used his best etiquette with polite conversation and she ate it all up, saying multiple times how 'nice' and 'beautifoo' it all was. She even called him "such a gentleman." He knew he'd hit a home run. There was even dessert.

"You enjoy yourself?" He knew the answer but still asked on the way back to campus. She was still smiling and talking about the boat. She had a nice smile.

"Yeah, you?" He felt her look in his direction and he smirked.

"Yeah, I had a good time.. Didn't expect you to dance."

"Had to, I was feeling that sax."

"That's why I had to get up and join you, couldn't leave you up there alone," he teased leading to more jokes and banter. His mind kept going to her tattoo, the thing he was most interested in and he looked for his in to ask about it, finding it when she shimmied her shoulder and raised her arm to the song on the radio. "So, what's your tattoo," he asked. "What's it mean?"

"It's a compass for my mom pointing and a rose and then then it says Always in my mind, Forever in my heart with her name over here," she points to a word in large script. Charmayne. "She died three years ago, cancer."

He nodded and when they reached a light, he turned to show his tattoo briefly before readjusting in his seat and focusing on the road. "M.F. for my nigga Major. He got shot my junior year in high school, he was a senior bout to graduate when some niggas killed him over drugs. He's the reason I'm in school now."

"Guess we got more in common that we thought."

"Yeah, bad shit..."

"Good shit too," she pointed out. If you count being greek and in school then she's right.

When they reached the campus their conversation began to slow, halting when he parked the car. She knew what time it was, he hoped he wouldn't have to spell it out.

"...Come on up," she said opening her own door to get out. He followed her inside the building and into her space where he saw her roommate sleep on the common room futon. Brit held a finger in front of her mouth as she continued to her room. "She knew you were coming. I asked her to give us some space."

"Aight." He looked around the bedroom space, "I don't need space right now... Why you all the way over there?" He faced the door she was still standing at and she closed it stepping forward slowly with measured steps as he watched her turtle-like movements. She looked nervous all of a sudden. "...You good?"

"Yeah, take your clothes off," she directed. Easy. He stripped quickly standing there in his black briefs, gold necklace, and watch only.

"Your turn," he gestured before stretching his arms. She was pausing too long for it to sit right with him, but if he asked her one more time if she was okay, she'd probably use it as an excuse to get him out and he hadn't done all that work just to strip to his draws and leave. He decided to be patient. "Take it off, girl," he encouraged swinging his arms. "It's just me and you." She laughed a little but it seemed more like nerves. As she started to try to remove the dress, she paused again like she wasn't sure.

"Let me get your zipper," he offered moving behind her to unzip the dress. He hesitated before deciding to unhook her bra while he was back there. She held her titties like they'd spill if she didn't and he had to wonder why she was suddenly so conservative. "Are you a virgin?" He knew it was a dumb question. Engine RED with the tattoos a virgin? He could laugh.

"Don't tell anyone we know," she whispered and his back went stiff. This had to be a joke.

"I'm being Punk'd right now," he laughed dryly, turning back to his clothes and back. "Please tell me you joking right now..." He waited as she stood there with a guilty expression and in that moment he was so let down. His BBW hot girl fantasy had died just that fast. Engine RED was a fraud, wasn't nothing fiery about her. She couldn't fuck like a bad bitch she just knew how to dance, that was it. Sighing, he slid his hands down his face. She'd gotten him..

"Chill out," she waved putting his thought on pause. "What I'm tryna say is I'm a virgin, but I am still down to do what we planned. You just gotta be patient and help me a bit," she gestured and he stared blankly wondering if it was worth it it to break her in. It was, he determined. Afterall, he was a que. If he couldn't turn her out then who the hell could? Not a kappa. Not a theta. He couldn't let another que do it either because he'd already opened her up to he receptive. He wouldn't let them take his credit. His ego and reputation was tied to this now that he'd gone so far for her.

"Brit. I'm a keep it 100, you know what I'm about," he warned seeing that she understood without him having to say too much. She knew what it was.

"Look, I'm tired of being a damn virgin, I'm ready.. and you can leave after," she retorted taking off her heels.

"I probably will," he scoffed honestly. It wasn't personal. "If you really serious, take off the dress and if you got spanks you might as well take them off too," he instructed hopping onto the twin bed and resting with his hands behind his head. He felt like he was too tall for the bed, his feet hung off. "Come on," he rushed and when she finally finished stripping, she climbed onto the creaking bed over him, her body against his getting him hard. She avoided his lips and he assessed it was on purpose because he certainly hadn't moved. "What, you don't wanna kiss me," he mused.

"I'm not gonna kiss you," she shifted her weight, "That means more to me so I don't wanna kiss you," she explained. She made a fair point.. however.. he loved to kiss. His lips could kill and she needed to experience them, it was crucial. He had to kiss her.

"You on any form of birth control?"

"Yeah, but still use a condom because like you said I don't know you that well."

That offended him, but he could understand.

"I ain't got nothing, but sure."

"Hey, I gotta protect me! If I don't, who will?"

His eyes rolled. She was right.. again. He couldn't even be mad. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and rolled, pulling her and pushing his weight over so that her back was on the bed and he was lying on top. Now that he had her exactly where he wanted her, it was time to show her exactly why he had so many bodies in his count.

#erik killmonger x oc #killmonger smut #killmonger #erik x oc #original

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hobotalesaus · 4 years

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Episode 3: A Hesitating Pulse Is Good Company

I still remember the first time I came to Melbourne; I was about 18. Everything was foreign and weird and busy and sunny. ‘People are strange, when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly, when you're alone.’ I ended up in Collingwood, another planet to me back then. I found solace in a corner pub. The porch light was on and it was the closest thing to home as I could find.

Living in the big smoke isn't for everyone, but certain people just fucking thrive. Jay is one of those people. Totally sober in the spot he lives, figuratively speaking. When I first met the bloke, he showed me through his place in his moccasins (yeah I remember mate) and pointed out different pieces of art, memorabilia, just stuff. The stuff that we fill our spaces with because we love looking at it and it's a puzzle of what makes us, ‘us’. This was the shit that he loves and you could see it straight away. Outside, there was this faint buzz of the city, with a heartbeat and tyre noise and the smell of god knows what. Maybe a police siren or some shit. It reminded me of a song, with the line "A hesitating pulse is good company". If I was to sum up Collingwood, especially in that house on that day, it would be with that line. "A hesitating pulse is good company".

Firstly, Jay is a bloody good bloke. My old man would always tell me the best way to approach somebody is like this: If you think you're a good fella, I do too, until you prove me wrong. Something tells me that Jay hasn't proven anyone wrong.

Knowing this about him, we approached Jay recently about doing a story and he was more than happy to go with it, which actually sort of posed a problem; he's got so many fucking things on the go, and is equally good at all of them, that we were hard pressed to make room for it all. But we'll give it a red hot crack anyway.

Born in the early 90s, Jay spent most of his time as a young fella riding BMX like most of us did. Outside til dark, jumping kerbs, ruining your shoes by putting them in between the forks and the front tyre. Yeah we all did it. "How do you keep ruining your shoes so quickly??" the words rang out across the house and you knew you were about to get whooped. Street Sharks on the telly, poster of Matt Hoffman on the bedroom wall. How good was that? Then the natural transition (as if that isn't the best fucking pun I've ever heard) to skateboarding. "The first skate video I ever saw was a FLIP SORRY part. That got me so pumped up to go skate, the whole soundtrack and attitude was surreal! Skateboarding basically consumed my life from then all the way up til now," he says, and yeah, it fucking shows. "I tell you what, I had a few Margera decks growing up. But Geoff Rowley stood out for me, and still influences me for sure, even to this day."

There's always been this weird connection between skating and motorcycles; we're not talking your $40,000 BMW touring bike or your Hyabusa. We're talking about Triumphs, Harleys, chopped up Honda's. Making noise and pissing people off. Literally giving the finger to anyone who gives you that greasy look. "I got into motorcycles when I was about 21 or 22, after a trip to the US. All I'd ever wanted to do was go to the U.S and skate all the spots I'd seen in the videos. I had organized with a friend from Geroa (check a map) to head over; his old lady owned a condo in Oceanside, Cali. They were kind enough to invite me over to stay."

“We're talking about Triumphs, Harleys, chopped up Honda's. Making noise and pissing people off. Literally giving the finger to anyone who gives you that greasy look”

"I took some photos of that chopper on this 35mm Minolta 201 I got for $30 on eBay.”

"So there we are at a skate park in California, and a mate of Ray's rolled up on this bad-ass cone Shovel chopper that he built himself. I didn't grow up around parents or a cool uncle who rode motorcycles, so when I was confronted with this dirty, leaky machine, I was fascinated. No foot pegs, looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the 80s. We were in the car on highway, watching him haul ass, weaving in and out of lanes, skateboard strapped to the sissy bar. That was it for me" he says, and you know that you had the same moment at some point in your life where you went "Yep, that's what I'm all about". He continues, "I took some photos of that chopper on this 35mm Minolta 201 I got for $30 on eBay. Turned out the mechanism to eject the film was broken so I lost it all. Still have the memories though. I came home to Australia and maybe a month later I went and bought a 2016 Sporty 48; because what the fuck do I know about building old motorcycles?" But who the fuck cares what it is right, as long as it's not a street bike.

This leads us into another jack of all trades moment with Jay; photography. "Sometimes when I'm feeling frisky, I whip out the old Nikon D700. I take 6 photos or maybe 30, and sometimes 1 will come out good. I'm not a photographer, I just take photos sometimes.", which is pretty much enough to sum it up. "I'm stoked with a whole bunch of photos I've taken, and that's all that fuckin' matters." Too right bloke.

"Sometimes when I'm feeling frisky, I whip out the old Nikon D700. I take 6 photos or maybe 30, and sometimes 1 will come out good. I'm not a photographer, I just take photos sometimes."

"Sometimes I paint, sometimes I get angsty sitting there for long periods of time trying to figure out colour blending and all the rest. I did the Knucklehead painting and that's pretty much where that ends." I was actually lucky enough to grab said Knucklehead painting, which takes pride of place in my lounge room. It's a wicked, dusty, rusty painting that tells you that the motor is as old as sin. Just how we like it. "I can't draw to save my life, but I spent what felt like 3 months working on it here and there." That led us to a pretty significant point in the story, with what I guess I'm trying to capture with these interviews. "Expressing yourself is a great way to be heard; you can tell a story through an action, a photo, a drawing..whatever. And without self expression, the world is a pretty boring place."

“I was actually lucky enough to grab said Knucklehead painting, which takes pride of place in my lounge room”

So, as far as the nitty gritty, I think a lot of us have seen Jay's scoot by now. That 48 Sporty we mentioned earlier was written off "trying to pull a wheelie leaving work", which is a pretty standard outcome I reckon. So the white beast is a 72 Sporty, which was stripped down and and built back up by David at Primal Garage, with some work being done by Sean at Bar-None Moto. He cut the rear fender struts, and had some solid bar machined up to look like suspension, but it is actually hard-tailed. He also lifted the tank a little, modified the seat pan that Sean made, fit a new rear fender so it tucked nicely around the tire. He also freshened up the bike by re-painting the tins pearl white, with champagne stripes fading to silver. He also chucked the Leviathan cross on the tank at my request. He finished it all off with a set of bad ass up sweeps! Sean smashed out new bars, sissybar, license plate/ brake light bracket, and gave Dave a good start on the king/queen seat pan. Now I have a sweet ass looking bike that I’ve barely ridden this year. Covid has been a struggle", he says, and those of you in Victoria can attest to the fact that this year has been a total write off. Not being able to get out, hit some pubs, roll the swag out beside the bike and sleep in the dirt; that's our lockdown. "I’ve gone damn near everywhere on that bike, I love it to bits!"

“He cut the rear fender struts, and had some solid bar machined up to look like suspension, but it is actually hard-tailed.”

There aren’t too many ways to describe riding a motorcycle to somebody who hasn't done it. And there's a difference again between riding in total comfort, heated grips, perfect riding position, had vitamins this morning, has a go-pro strapped to his head, has every supply under the sun in his bags, middle aged dentist on a touring bike. I'm talking about being stripped down of all fancy equipment, burning your legs, can't hear anything, welts on your face, hot, cold, numb fingers, sore arse, no fuel left, phone is dead, you're still 50kms from where you think the camp spot is but you know what? You could keep riding for another 1000kms because fuck me, this is what it's about.

“..total comfort, heated grips, perfect riding position, had vitamins this morning, has a go-pro strapped to his head, has every supply under the sun in his bags, middle aged dentist on a touring bike.”

The smell of a campfire, the taste of a bug on your teeth, the spine shattering crack from a pothole on your hardtail, losing your house keys somewhere in the last 2 days riding, unpeeling yourself from the bike and finally being able to stretch your hips as the locals stare. "Passing out in the dirt, waking up in the rain. Skateboarding was my first love, but riding motorcycles is one big adventure, and the best one I've been on in years." says Jay, as I think we all for a moment realize that from now on, whenever anyone asks "Hey, lets skip town for a night on the bikes", you're going to say yes regardless, for fear of never being able to do it again.

"Passing out in the dirt, waking up in the rain. Skateboarding was my first love, but riding motorcycles is one big adventure, and the best one I've been on in years."

If our readers are anything like us, and I think they are, living in the city is doable if there's an escape in between the chaos. "Pre-Covid, my girlfriend (Asti) and our dog (Luna) and I would head up into the mountains every other weekend. Find a cool spot to park and just walk around for awhile, explore. We could let Luna off lead and she loved it. I like shooting photos in the forest. Nature is the best".

"Camping holds a special place in my heart. I love the smell of a campfire, endless banter between mates, NO RECEPTION. Not showering for awhile is also a guilty pleasure. We've all had our fair share of wet-wipe showers". I'll be honest, as long as there's water near by, that's good enough for me. Winter or not. Which reminds me, little tip for painting the town brown in the bush; dig two little holes for your heels, stick a log or the shovel in the ground, hang onto it and lean back. Opens up the bowels. (You'll thank me I reckon).

’’We've all had our fair share of wet-wipe showers"

Everyone has a favorite camping story. I think as time has gone on, they don’t stand out as much as they used to, they're all great. Even when you ended up broken down in the rain, lost, hungry, hungover. Still better than a night in the city if you ask me.

"My favorite camp spot was something not easily forgotten. My girlfriend and I tripped out to Wilson’s Promontory one weekend. We paid to spend the night in the camp site which was basically a grass car park with no fires allowed and we decided that it just wouldn’t fly with us. We packed a couple of backpacks with the tent, sleeping mat, sleeping bags etc. We hiked a trail for an hour or so, scouting a suitable place to set up shop along the way. We eventually decided to veer off the trail, and head down through the shrub toward the ocean. We ended up finding the most insane spot! On top of a cliff, a nice flat piece of land on some moss covered rocks. Looking over the ocean. We were even graced with a sunset, right over the water, directly in front of us. Romantic as fuck, it was amazing. Golden hour blew us away. Not a single person in sight, but us. We got a little fire going and just marveled at what we found and where we were. That was the best camp spot for sure. If it were possible to accompany that with motorcycles, shit. I could have died right there and then."

‘’Even when you ended up broken down in the rain, lost, hungry, hungover. Still better than a night in the city if you ask me’’

“We packed a couple of backpacks with the tent, sleeping mat, sleeping bags etc. We hiked a trail for an hour or so, scouting a suitable place to set up shop along the way.”

I reckon that's a pretty good image to leave this story on. I think there's something special about people who can find solace in nothing, in no-one, just being content with what's happening at that moment in time. A sunset, setting off a car alarm with your pipes, burning away from a servo with a full tank of fuel. The big picture is made up of a million little pictures.

We always ask people what their life motto is; what they stand by. Jay gave us this. "Do more of what makes you happy. Whatever it is.”

Thanks bloke, it's been a time and a half. First beer is on me once the wall comes down.

"Do more of what makes you happy. Whatever it is."

All photos by Jay except for top photo by Sean (Bar-None Moto).

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