#sprints to google
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If you want an idea for a soulmate AU: IiDeku is always a great option with how they met canonly.
I’m screaming at the idea of them in a “first words your soulmate says to you are on your arm” type of Verse so Izuku has gone through life with “In addition, you with the unkempt hair…” etc. written on their arm while Tenya has a whole rambling paragraph that’s all “No of course not. I was just trying to say thank you for something that happened earlier…” and both of them have these massive blocks of text in their arms their whole lives both wondering what exactly would happen when they actually meet their soulmate.
And then it’s the entrance exams and honestly Izuku doesn’t even notice at first that someone said their words because they are too busy being mortified that they’ve been disruptive enough for someone to actually call them out on it and they had been doing so good at trying to keep their hair neater and to stop mumbling once they actually realized what their words meant but the tests were so stressful and they were running their fingers through their hair to focus and Present Mic is right there how could they not geek out just a little. It’s not until Kacchan scoffs and shoves their arm a little too hard that they recognize what the words are and have a little bit of a meltdown thinking that their soulmate hates them.
Tenya in the other hand recognizes Izuku’s speech immediately, how could he not when he is wearing short sleeves and has traced the entire paragraph that takes up so much of his forearm since he was a child? But there’s no time to talk or apologize or anything because then the test is starting and he watches his soul mate fall from the FUCKING SKY and destroy three of their limbs taking out the zero pointer while he just ran.
So neither of them get to talk until they’re waiting for Recovery Girl to arrive and Izuku is crying and in so much pain and Tenya feels off-kilter and so guilty that his only words to his soul mate could have been scolding them for something that was clearly a nervous habit. It ends up with them both apologizing while insisting the other doesn’t have to, a lot of bowing back and forth, and exchanging numbers with Tenya reminding Izuku over and over again what RG told them about making sure their limbs heal right and to get plenty of sleep but don’t forget water.
(And don’t even get me started of the Stain arc like good god these two would unlock next level feral trying to protect their idiot soulmate that keeps throwing themself at a serial killer.)
#brb sprinting to my Google docs because this is perfection okay#iideku my beloved#the elf talks#mha#bnha#izuku midoriya#iida tenya#Soulmate AU#will come up with a more specific tag for this one later but I am screeching#musicfeedsmysoul12#iideku
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sorry there's just something quintessentially rachel smythe in having the fury who punishes infidelity and cheating to have a crush on hades who has done nothing but cheat the jokes write themselves
#anti lo#anti lore olympus#i can only assume it's because mageara refers to ''envy'' or ''jealous'' and rachel did a three second google sprint#but meg my love my light u can do so much better
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Where we left off by kanto 3551 gives me a lot of alex/mc getting together again after mc comes back vibes
I completely misread this ask and thought they were talking about MC coming back and realizing there are thousands of new more pokemons and having a fit.
I couldn't make this up even if I tried.
me, not knowing a single thing about pokemon: yeah haha for sure bro... 🫣
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LOW ON INSPIRATION, OR SIMPLY WANT TO CHALLENGE YOURSELF TO WORK ON SOMETHING OUTSIDE OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE?
Creator sprints are occasional server-exclusive creator events that last 2-3 weeks each, intended to bring creators together to create in a fun & casual environment!
During each sprint, there will be a list of prompts that creators can pick from to build any template(s) around. All kinds of template media are welcome — google docs, codes, PSDs, google sheets, canva graphics, and more! The only rules to the sprint is that the templates were inspired by at least one of the prompts of that sprint.
Work together, combine multiple prompts, combine different media; let your creativity go wild! Leverage on the server channels to get feedback & help on your templates if you want to. At the end of the sprint, everyone is invited to share previews of whatever they've created — even if they're not quite complete yet!
FIRST SPRINT TODAY. + JOIN THE SERVER.
Update: See the creator sprint tag on my blog for reblogs & round-ups of all creator sprints!
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fic writing but make it aesthetic
#trying something out w/ this app called milanote#doing my little daily writing sprints for this fic in this pretty doc and then transferring the day's writing into the boring google doc#wip excerpts
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some of the men you put on my dash ... i am so intrigued i want to dissect your brains
#i love my mutuals except when it's premier league and they put names on the dash i have never heard in my life#that make me sprint to my google only to reveal a man that looks like he desperately needs some vitamin c#but sometimes i'm also intrigued in a good way
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not me getting self-conscious writing fanfiction because i've convinced myself that jehovah is spying on me 😭
#coco speaks#ex jw#winter's fruit posting#embarrassing of me#i had to cancel a discord sprint because i was paralysed staring at my google doc lmao#i'm having a great time!#being raised a witness hasn't messed with me at all 🙃
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my beloved video game wife, Haley: hey honey I wanna hold a charity cakewalk. can you bring me a chocolate cake tomorrow morning? I love you thanks 😘
me, sweating, Pierre's closed cause it's Wednesday and I have no sugar: of course baby I love you
#ten frantic google searches later#'oh yeah jojamart exists'#STILL THO#FELT LIKE A DAD HEARING THEIR KID NEEDS A SCIENCE PROJECT FOR TOMORROW AT 8 AT NIGHT#i was running around wondering if i reset the day could i build a mill in time to process my one (1) beet#the poor cashier at jojamart watching a grown woman in a toga and laurel wreath sprint straight to the sugar and then back to the register
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I missed my bus stop twice so I had to get off in the middle of a road surrounded only by the woods, the cold, and a lot of hope
This happened because I didn't want to go back home by foot
#frambles#the way i was sprinting down the road holding my phone in front of me to look at google maps
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People have built agencies off the back of this
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weird to think that i had a one week obsession with pokémon go and now i have a 38 pages long document filled with existential dread, substance abuse and unrequited feelings all pressed into a friends with benefits situation and i refer to it simply as ‘the college au’
#i don’t play pokémon go anymore but it lives on in my google docs 👍#i firmly believe that that’s the only way writing works#like you get inspired by the tiniest most random stuff and you just RUN with it#girl i fucking sprinted#writing#f1 fic
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oh anon this request is so MEAN im FROTHING AT THE MOUTH
#(<- tripped over themselves sprinting to the google doc)#text tag#HhhhhHhh how. am i going to do this in a reasonable amount of words. oh mygdo
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Fearmonger taking the use of my exhaustion perks from me be like:
#dbd#dead by daylight#nea karlsson#spirit dbd#sprint burst#dead hard#balanced landing#why yes i DID make this in google slides#fearmonger
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it's just that there's a few more steps you have to take that other people don't have to take, but they don't see the steps, so they think you should be able to hop from moment to moment, a chickadee.
it isn't getting out of bed. it is the weight, the hook in your chest, the anchor. you have to move the anchor first. you have to silence your alarm, but your phone is in your hand, which means now you have to put the phone down, which is too-hard. you get stuck in there for a while, the white screen, mindlessly scrolling. you don't even like this activity, have tried a few other options but - here you are, and time is passing.
you've googled iron deficiency causes depression and if i drink enough water does it help with mental illness and anxiety but no caffiene within the last two weeks, like how you googled am i gay quiz at 17.
it isn't just calling the doctor back, it's the anxiety, it's these little moths in your lung cavities, furious and fluttering. you need to figure out how to capture your fingers from between their nervous bodies. you are an adult, you can say the words yes hi, i'm calling because i need - but you need to practice first. maybe write it down because what if you misspeak, wouldn't that be embarrassing. write it down, but you need to find a pen first. well, actually, your desk is kind of messy. you should get a new pen. you should get a new organizational system. you should try journaling.
your grades in school were always strange. the way teachers would say things like it feels like you're not trying. you could touch stars in the stuff you cared about. well, sometimes. god be willing. homework average zero. oops! your english teacher's wrinkled brow: i know you know this stuff. what the fuck are you doing?
it isn't the showering, it's the mirror before the shower and the soft horrible pull of your naked physique. you have to avoid eye contact completely or else it'll be 93 minutes later and you'll have picked at your skin until every little pore is bleeding. you have to stand up but standing is tiring and also you should have remembered to buy more soap but you never remember anything. maybe get out of the shower and while it's still running and you're still dripping wet, use your phone to take a note. make a note to get your groceries. let the shower run while you stand half-in half-out and get lost in your phone for a moment. come back out when the water runs cold and now you have to sprint to get ready.
your grandmother's frown. you're just being lazy. protestant work ethics in a house that isn't even protestant. she says she just learned different but she means learned better, doesn't she.
it's not that you can't send the email, it's that your hands have been hurting lately and the desk really is messy and also why the fuck would you even care about this thing? doesn't everyone else feel like they're drowning? hi brendon thanks so much for sending! will review and get back to you shortly. but now you're on the internet, close the tab with tumblr on it. go on, close it. feel the little soft vapor of boredom come up and over your eyeteeth and make everything overwhelming and itchy.
literally all you have to do is put on shoes to go outside. you're literally already dressed, that's the hard part of this whole thing. literally just put the shoes on. just... do it! do it! this shit is easy!
it's literally that easy. just stop taking all those stupid invisible steps. stop following your strange made-up rules. times like this, even you're positive you're faking. you just don't want to bother with the cleaning and the cooking and the being-an-adult.
but then - shouldn't you be able to put these stupid shoes on? nobody's even looking. go on kid. life is out there! just take the leap!
get moving.
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⟁ PLUMMET. ft BOOTHILL.
⠀ — “swoopin’ in to save me again, sugar plum?”
⚠︎ mechanic!reader (but it isn’t really relevant), i saw boothill trailer and ran to google docs, gn reader (ma’am used once at the end) wc 1k.
“your bounty has been completed!”
boothill could feel the explosion of the ship, even from the distance he was and against the strong winds from his high speed fall. a rush of heat slapped him in the face, leaving a thorough hunger in his gut temporarily quelled.
“how would you like to land?”
the cyborg kept his hat fastened to his head with his palm against the top, eyes briefly glancing down to the city below he was slowly getting closer to plumetting down into.
“…good question.”
the ground was steadily approaching, even if it was gonna take him a solid second or two to actually reach it. he’d never tested if his body could withstand smacking against concrete from— give or take— six thousand feet in the air, but he had a small hunch today wasn’t the day to try his luck. becoming a blue splat on the pavement wasn’t exactly in the cards of his itinerary.
boothill’s eyes looked left, looked right, fingers twirling the rope on his belt. he doubted it’d do much to really help, but it was a start nonetheless.
he eventually came up with an idea— a totally foolproof idea. loop his rope around one of the street lights when he got close enough, avoid hitting the ground, swing himself back up into the air, and land safe and sound on…wherever the hell he managed to land. hopefully on his feet.
super simple, super easy. lightwork.
and so he eyed the ground, wrapping one end of his rope taught around his right palm, his left getting the momentum of the other end ready in a smooth swinging motion.
“c’mon now boothill,” he muttered to himself, voice thoroughly drowned out by the wind. “ain’t nothin’ but a lil’ repositionin’.”
he kept falling, getting closer,
closer…
closer…
almost there…
boothill readied his hand to swing, but the motion quickly became unnecessary when something— or rather, someone— grabbed his wrist, and he was pulled upward with a shocked ‘muddle—!’ before he could test the success rate of his plan.
the cowboy snapped his head up, hat nearly tipping off his head. he was hung like a ragdoll from his arm, feet dangling down below him as his eyes met his apparent saviours—
of course.
boothill’s sharp teeth slowly shone in a wide grin, loud and scruffy laugh echoing into the still rather open air around him. because who else would it have been besides you, your brows slightly furrowed at him from the safety of your little hoverboard he remembered you tinkering with just a couple days ago.
“well fudge me!” he’d slap his knee if the position allowed. “look who it is— ain’t you a sight for sore eyes!”
boothill reached up for your other hand, you wordlessly met him halfway reaching down, leaving both of your fingers locking around the others wrist.
“swoopin’ in to save me again, sugar plum?”
you shake your head with a sigh, hoverboard beginning a steady descent down. it was a little harder to balance with boothill weighing it down, but nothing you couldn’t handle.
“you’re lucky,” you half scoff. “i’ve got a sixth sense for you being an idiot.”
boothill’s hearty laugh echoed out again, the wind whipping around you leaving his hair tousled and a little tangled.
“ain’t that the fudgin’ truth,” he jostled your hand a little. he doubted he could really get adrenaline rushes anymore, but this was pretty damn close. “reckon i’d be flatter than a darn hotcake if it weren’t for yer timely intervention!”
his feet touching the ground were a welcome stabilisation, though the cyborg made no move to release your hand— instead he actually broke into a quick sprint, barely giving you the time to pick up your board as he tugged you along.
“you got somewhere to be or somethin’?”
you asked, stumbling a bit before you got your footing to keep up. you were just so cute when you pretended to be all sore with him.
“you bet i do— somewhere that ain’t swarmin’ with those sorry IPC shirtbags!”
it was a fair point— a giant explosion in the sky of one of their own ships made quite the beacon for attention.
running with him wasn’t so bad, at least. his grip around your wrist was surprisingly gentle, and the smell of him filled your nose in the wind as you trailed behind. some citrus, maybe cedar, and an unmistakable lingering of those phosphorus tracer bullets he chewed on so often.
you two dipped around a corner, backed against an old brick wall as some heavy footsteps kept running the other way.
“say, remind me to get’cha a drink later,” boothill gave a small tug to your wrist again, bringing you just a little closer. “as a thanks for all them times y’saved my sorry behind.”
boothill smiled when you chuckled rather than shooing his hand away or giving a smart response.
“you’re gonna have quite the tab going.” you carefully repositioned your hand with his, your fingers lacing together rather than him just holding your wrist. boothill’s eyes could have turned into cartoonish hearts.
“tell ya what,” his hand gave yours a squeeze. “i know a place. it ain’t too far from here, won’t have to worry about no one botherin’ us,” it was quite endearing, the way his voice still held that gentle rasp even as it softened. “i start workin’ off that tab, get a night with you, and heck we’re both winnin’ ain’t we?”
you hummed at that. it didn’t sound so bad.
“alright,” you nodded. “but let’s focus on you not having to gun down another dozen IPC workers first.”
it was your turn to pull him along with a swift tug of his wrist, resuming your sprint just in time to avoid some more heavy footsteps heading in your direction.
“you weren’t pullin’ my leg about that sixth sense, were ya sweetheart?” boothill fell into a natural step behind you.
“consider this added to your tab.”
“yes ma’am!”
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