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4 Traits

Warnings: graphic gore, bad cuts, violence (?), fighting, the traits listed below, cleaning wounds without proper knowledge, unsafe cleaning, let me know if I missed anything!

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4 times Monoma showed his traits..

Perfectionism

Honesty

Determination

Pride

Perfectionism

Today was the day of the sports festival, it had to be good, great. This was the day that he could show how great his class was, not just to the A class but to everybody! He woke up with an excitement, going through his day with a smile, he hadn't even seen Class A yet, he had a feeling that his class were spending their time doing something actually important, like decorating. 

Currently they were setting the flags to go on the side of the building, the multiple colors going well with the cool gray; he picked them out obviously, and was currently telling Pony where to put them, making sure it was perfect. He stared at it for a few seconds before deciding that it was good, before turning around to look at the other side, where Ibara and Jurota were sitting the other string up.

“Wait” he hums, “a little up on the right side, Ibara.” She moves the string up a bit more with her vines before looking back to the self proclaimed class president, looking for clarification. Momoma then nods, “Yeah, that's fine.” The others walk back from the wall and turn off their quirks, intending to help with something else around, since they have quirks that help wonderfully from nature, or as Ibara puts it. “Thank you.” Monoma adds as he turns to walk away, the two smiling and saying ‘You're welcome’ as he walks away.

He walks to the opening of the building and finds Juzo and Tetsutetsu on ladders putting up the lanterns, that Monoma also picked out of course, and they were on the sides of the opening already having put up the one that goes in the middle. He keeps walking and when he gets out in the walk way before the opening, he turns around and puts his hands to his face, tilting his head and says, “Juzo, more to the left,” then after Juzo moves it, “Okay, more down” then that happens two more times before Netio says its fine. 

Juzo gets off the ladder with a ‘Geez’ and Tetsutetsu hears that and says, “You know he doesn't mean anything, He thinks we're great!” with one of his toothy smiles. Yes, the boy knows this, but yes he still thinks he’s a little pushy at things. The metal boy puts his arm around his shoulders, which makes him lean a bit forward, and then directs him to someplace else, leaving the ladders there. 

This keeps happening until the whole set-up is done, and yes his class does get a bit annoyed with it, but it's okay since they love him. Does he still stay up later than usual that night from not knowing it's absolutely perfect for the rest of the days? Yes, and he was still thinking about it the whole day, and kinda stressing about it. But, it's okay because he can fix it tomorrow. Or that's what he tries to tell himself.

Honesty

He was with Class-A, which by itself was just annoying. He was constantly telling them that they were wrong or that his class was better, in his opinion that was all true. They were testing out their new costumes together, since the teachers thought it would be easier. Did Momoma agree with them? Eh, kinda, he can wrap his head around it. Still didn't make it better that he had to be with Class-A. He could get over it with insults and manic laughter though, even better if it made the other class more attracted to his presence. He likes attention. 

They were doing costume tests by fighting and using their quirks on them, and asking each other whether or not their costumes were fine. It was mostly the more quiet people asking if it looked good on them, Monoma not going to say anything about that, but he will be honest when someone asks. He's not going to lie, they asked, they wanted his opinion. It was his opinion, he knows others don't have to care about his opinion, trust me he knows, so he doesn't have a problem with stating it.

So when he was in a group of people who were trying to test out how their new costumes do against certain quirks, and someone brought Jiro into it, he didn't mind telling them how he thought when she asked. She had asked the group of Class-B students and some Class-A students how they thought her costume looked and everyone mostly responded with positive things, a few with some constructive criticism. He had said, “You look like a ripoff Y2K Roblox character.” with the whole looking the outfit up and down. 

Everyone who had heard him turned to look at him, when he looked up from the outfit, mainly from the boots if you had asked, he just saw everyone's faces looking with pure astonishment of what he just said. He stood up straighter and turned a bit, looking at them. He didn’t think he said anything wrong, It's not like what he said mattered. He looks back to Jiro and sees a kind of hurt in his eyes, one that shouldn't be there, and Jiro knows because why should she care? But it still gets to them. 

“Monoma?” less of a question, more of a demand of an explanation of why he said that, it came from Setsuna, he looked to face her, un-crossing his arms to extend a hand in the air questionably. 

“What?” He really didn't see what he said that made her feel so emotional. “She asked, I told her.” he paused for a second; looking back to Jiro then to Setsuna “I told her my opinion” hes shrugged and then re-crossed his arms and then walked away, feeling the presence that he wasn't wanted there anymore. That's okay, he thought this would be like middle school anyway, maybe it just took longer.

Everyone started comforting Jiro, they weren't crying or anything, but still were telling her that he just had different thoughts. He walked away and went to another building, deciding to sit by himself since he really didn't want to have to confront another person about that. He didn't mean too. He was just telling the truth.

Determination

Okay, this time. He took a spin to kick at the punching bag again, this time almost falling. It seemed like he was getting worse at this. No, he was definitely getting worse. He was alone in the gym, since it was already dinner time and even if the UA gym is still open people like to eat. He did eat about an hour ago, so he could sneak off here to do some training on his kicks. He wasn't good at kicking and he knew that, though he didn't really know how to get better by himself he was going to try.

Okay, he can do it. He touched Tetsutetsu on his side before he put his arms up to block him with his own quirk, he could do this. The other that had naturally had the quirk, kicked at his legs. Momoma fumbled but didn't fall, gaining back what advantage he could when Tetsu pushed him back to try and make him fall. They were doing balance training or something like that, where they could see how long they could hold off while defended against each other. They were split into groups and he got put with Tetsutetsu as a sort of place for Kirishima. Tetsu kicked at his leg again, this time catching the back of his knee and pulling him down.. Next time.

Okay, this is easy. He was jumping around pipes and in between buildings, he knew how to do this. Or he thought he knew how to do this. The pipes were slippy and Monoma was not prepared for that. He kept falling, and falling, and falling. He was going to have so many bruises.. It's alright, he's a hero, heroes don't care about bruises. But it does hurt. He's pretty sure he sprained his ankle.. As he tries to jump another big gap, he feels his ankle crack. He falls forward, heading straight for the ground. As a split second decision he tucks and rolls, he does land more softly than he would if he would've just fell, and he's proud of himself for the quick thinking. It still hurts.

Okay, it's nothing. He’s fighting Pony, and he has to constantly dodge all of her horns, and if you didn’t know, it takes a lot of energy to jump around and dodge while trying to get close. Especially when it's the end of the day and he's tired. He only got a few hours of sleep last night since he was up doing english work, and he's so exhausted. You can only put him through so much before he's done, and even if he thinks he isn't done his body is. As the horns are still coming at him, he feels one slice his leg and when he moves toward the right he feels one go by there too. He is panting, and his vision is getting blurry, he's dizzy and his class can tell. He’s falling, oh he's falling.. He hits the ground falling backwards and a little to the right. He might've hit his head on the ground, all he for sure knows is that his vision is black and that Vlad King is calling the fight.

Pride

He didn't need help. He never needed help. He was a grown person that could help himself. Even if he had no real knowledge on it… He was fixing where he got cut up earlier. It was pretty bad, it was 5 inches long; but it didn't really have any depth to it. It wouldn't be too bad to fix if he had any idea of what he was doing, but no. he doesn't. It was the start of the year and they weren't taught this yet, and he couldn't be bothered looking it up because it hurt and he didn't even know if that stuff would be true or not. He has to settle with what basic knowledge he knows about cleaning, wrapping, and all that stuff with wounds because he's not going to ask for help, because he hates even the idea of that.

In reality, yes he knows he sucks at this, and yes, he knows he should get help, and yes he still won't. He doesn't even know if he could walk right now, since it's his shin that got cut. It burns though, and as soon as he pours the rubbing alcohol on it he grips at the counter in left hand as tight as he possibly could, it does hurt his hand a bit but not more than the alcohol on his cut. He has a rag in his mouth too so he could be quiet, and good thing because he almost screams, it muffles the sound a bit making it a lot less louder than it would've been. He would have woken up someone if it wasn't there. 

After the burning calms down, he looks down to see it cleaning the wound, so that's good. Even though there's still blood pouring down his leg; he’s got this. He wont die from something like this. Well, actually you could die from something like this. He's not going to think about that though, because he won’t. He knows what he's doing. Once all the bubbling stopped, he began wiping it with a rag, making sure that most of the blood is off, even though there is still some trailing down his leg, he probably should’ve stopped the bleeding first.. Too late for that.

He grabs the bandages that he has to reach for, making the wound move and causing more pain and more blood. When did stuff like this become so annoying?? He winces as he gets them in his hand and pulls back, he can tell that he's getting fuzzier. That's really not good. Just has to make it until he wraps the bandages around it, that's what he tells himself. He knows it'll be bad if he passes out. He knew that he was already low on energy to deal with this because he got it near the end of training, he hasn't showered or anything obviously, and he really does not want anyone to see him like this.

He manages to wrap them around his leg and closes them off before he can tell his vision is going black, he doesn't try to stand, does not try to yell, does not try to call for help. He lets himself fade off into the black, and yes that was a bad idea. But better than anyone else seeing him like this.

Credits to @/strangergraphics for the dividers

hope it was good :P!

I deleted the old one so I can post the finished first chapter :) (I still have more editing to do but I need my friend to read it for approval)

Jojo school au

Bruabba & Fugio  (ProRis???) gus y not??

Gio: 15 Fugo:15 Naranica: 16 Trish:16 Mista:18 Bruno & Abba: 25

Rest of teachers: 23-42

(gio is an transfer student from japan last year)

Trish moved to Napoli in late June, about a week after the school year ended and lives with her uncle Doppio after her father was stabbed to death by a homeless man on drugs. Doppio is a bit strange, but overall welcoming. This house just so happens to be next to Naranica’s house (and Abbachio’s +bruno, because Narancia’s mother died and his father didn't want him)

Abbacchio is the English teacher. He has a select few favorite students (cough cough NARANCIA cough cough) he’s like a grumpy grouch but he does care.

Bruno would teach social studies (because they are the best teachers. He gives the least amount of homework and actually makes the lessons fun.

People suspect something homosexual going on with Bruno and Abbacchio (they are right. They are married but literally only Trish and Narancia knows about it)

EXPLANATION!: Bruno and Abbacchio are the type of teachers that don't really go into their personal lives at school that much. Narancia & Trish think that its a kind of secret (it really isn't, like they can be seen going home in the same car) so they never tell anyone.

Fugo and Giorno got together last year after a painfully long year of pining for each other 

Narancia treats trish like the sister hes never had and vice versa

Mista is a senior and watches over the rest of the gang, he drives everyone else places.

La Squadra timeeeee

RisPro: Ris is 38 and pro is 35 (they met 7 years ago :[) )

Risotto is the student guidance counselor

Prosciutto is the librarian/music teacher 

Melo-Ghia: ghia:17 melo:18

The rest of them have no ships :) (no sorbet and gelato)

All of them are teachers except for Melone, Ghia, and pesci.

Illuso is a lunch lady (so is Formaggio but instead he hates kids and likes weed

                         TRISH POV

It was a new school year, in a beautiful fall, the leaves of the trees were orange in Napoli and there was a slight chill in the air. The typical friend group of Fugo, Giornio, Mista, Narancia, and Trish (She's a new student, they met her in august) sauntered to their school, they were about a quarter way there.

Fugo and Giorno are hand in hand, (much to the cringing of their peers) as they started going out during the summer. Narancia and Mista were talking nonsense, blabbering about some sport. Trish wasn’t paying attention, still mad at Narancia for his pestilance earlier on the day. Simply because he is a boy doesn’t mean he is above dressing up, right?

Surely she’s never had a brother before, she wasn’t sure how this whole “sibling” thing works. But alas, did he have to refuse trying on clothes for her? They were the same size and all (much to her dismay, but I digress)

She hears her name called out from behind, my my my, it’s the one and only Pesci! They had met at the movies and had become good friends. He asks her what girls like, he has a girl in his class that he wants to impress and Trish is the only other girl he knows (It’s sad, truly). 

“What?” Trish remarked, tilting her head slightly. She couldn't hear over those bumbling idiots (Mista and Naranica) in front of her.

“I said, what kind of gifts do girls like?” Pesci said, raising his voice

“How am I supposed to know?” She retorted back, she was irritable this morning “Go ask Ghiaccio or something…” She grumbled, dismissing him. (Giacchio worked at the movies, the two never really clicked but she knew Pesci was friends with him)

With a sigh, Pesci walked back defeatedly, he was just gonna skip school today then.

Later on, the group arrived at their school, and despite having to go to school and all, her mood was starting to get better. They all waved goodbye as they left for their classes, Fugo and Giorno give each other a kiss before parting.

“Bleh” is all Trish can think before walking off to class.

She sat in the back of the class after having to introduce herself. Her geology teacher, Mr.Secco, look at her as if to judge her out fit, not like he could say anything himself. Compared to her jacket, crop-top, and highwaisted jeans, his outfit looked hideous, with his ground colored turtleneck, dark blue pants, and his ugly orange glasses. The only thing good about him was his hair. 

Anyway, she doodles on her palm as he meanders along about things Trish deems meaningless. She blanks out for the rest of this class until the next teacher comes in.

Trish gets bored and tired quickly, fiddling with her studded earrings, getting to know the people she sat next to (she’s very sociable), she even takes 2 naps.

Were schools in Napoli this boring?

She heads to lunch, looking as if she took a tumbleweed crayon to the face (she didn’t have time to do her makeup this morning and her eyebags r showing 😔)

She scanned the room for her friends, she only saw Fugo and Narancia, what means that either the others are skipping or they got in trouble. She was inclined to believe the latter. But most importantly, why is Fugo here but Giorno isn’t? (Those two are glued by the hip and sometimes, it scares Trish)

She ignored it for now, not wanting to get into Fugo’s business and just sat next to her “brother”.

He starts talking about whatever, Trish doesn’t remember nor care enough to recall what it was. Well she wasn’t paying attention until she heard Giornos name.

“Wait can you repeat that!?” She demanded, it wasn’t really a question. Fugo still sulks, not touching his food. This prompts Trish to grab a grape while Narancia is talking.

“GioGio brought a frog into math so he’s getting detention!” Narancia whines, this means he can’t pester Giorno about homework. Fugo refuses to help him, for his mental heath and for Narancia physical.

A sigh of relief leaves Trish, she thought Fugo and Gio broke up! That would be a hell storm for the entire friend group and a pain in the ass to deal with.

…

“Anything worth gossiping about?” Trish sighed out resting her head on her palm

“Mr.Nero and Mr.P were caught kissing today” Fugo says, giving her the same attitude.

Trish stood up quickly and slammed her palms on the table, startling the tired albino “Holy shit! Wait whattt! You’ve know about that and DIDN’T tell me?!?!” She snaps at Fugo, he had gossip and yet he was just letting her rot away without knowing. That should be a crime!

…

A bunch of people were staring as the room hushed. Trish cleared her throat and sat back down, her face coated in embarrassment. She quietly and quickly apologized and the room went back to its former state. 

Narancia bursts out laughing once the sound is back, Trish shoots him a glare. His annoyingly innocent laugh was enough to trick some adults, but not her. 

“You better expect a beating when we get home” She warns, Narancia stops, not wanting to be hit by a slipper again.

Eventually, it was time for them to head back to class. She sits near the front this time, Mr.Abbacchio will be here soon and he would want Trish to sit up front. 

He enters the room with a “I don’t wanna be here, fuck you all” expression, aka his resting face. Trish lets her bubblegum pink hair (A color around FF5C8A 😋) out of her ponytail, letting it fall to her shoulders. The hair covers up the earbuds in her ear, they were a birthday gift from Mista (the only one she used often).

Assuming it was her Walkman, Narancia’s old one from years back, she hit play on the music. She was fully expecting Cyndi Lauper and the Spice Girls. She was then greeted by “Uh, that felt good Does it baby? Yeah, rub my back for me Where do you want-“ She nearly screamed. Narancia what the fuck! She looked down at the Walkman and saw the Doggystyle CD in there. She grunts annoyed as she removes her earbuds, Abbacchio’s hoarse voice filling her ears instead.

The day was long and tiresome (you could say she’s had a “Hard Days Night”), she had walked home with Narancia, not bothering to wait for Giorno in detention like Mista and Fugo. Once at her house, she had laid in her bed. She heard a knock on the bedroom door. 

“Come in..” She tiredly announced.

Doppio walked into the room with a cup of tea. Trish smiled wearily as he set it on her night stand. Seeing the mood she was in, he hadn’t said anything. He only kissed her forehead, like her father used to, and left. Trish drank some of the tea, it scalded her throat and she decided to wait for it to cool down a bit.

She walks to the window facing Narancia’s house. It was getting dark out so it was easier to tell he was still up. She picked up a large flashlight from under her windowsill (for communication purposes) and shone it at his window. She had put a hot pink film over the flashlight so now it shone pink. He opened his curtains and she turned out the light.

“WHAT!” He shouted so she can hear him

“ASK MR.BUCCIARATI IF I CAN COME OVER! ALSO DONT YOU DARE ASK MR. ABBACCHIO, HES GONNA SAY NO!” She yelled back. 

Narancia closed his curtains as she waited at her window. About 5 minutes later, she saw a silhouette at the window, Narancia peaked his head out the window again and yelled “SORRY, WE CAN’T RIGHT NOW, THEY SAID THEY ARE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!”.

With a groan of disappointment, she closes her window, shuts her curtains, and sits on her bed, waiting for the day to be over.

idk if I’m gonna try to get an ao3 account but I enjoyed writing this, feedback is appreciated :))))

EDIT: I meant tumbleweed as an adjective, not a noun 😔

First Meeting Treat - A Boboiboy AU

Warning: Possibly OOC

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After getting over the sudden shock of his soccer ball actually being some kind of high tech sphere from outer space, Boboiboy was granted the power of the elements. Ochobot says they're very powerful and has many abilities can utilize.

That's what Ochobot said, but he finds it hard to believe, because such power came in the form of little orbs. There's 3 of them, each with a different color and symbol on their forehead, and can fit in his palm. They have these white eyes that seem to convey so much emotion, and when Boboiboy looks into them, he sees... fear?

Boboiboy's not sure how he will use their power, maybe he can try using it like one of those magicians he sees on TV, but then what will he use it for? Ah, maybe he can have them help do chores, that would help a lot!

But for now, he has the little orbs on the kitchen table, as they stare at one another, unmoving. Last Boboiboy checked the elementals could move around on their own just fine. Maybe they need some encouragement? What could he do to help?

The boy racked his mind for anything, then he remembered how his dad always used food to coax Mechabot into doing something. Oh that's right! The fastest way to the heart is through the stomach! Maybe they're just hungry.

He left the chair and went to the fridge, looking for anything that can be eaten, he has chosen lots of varieties, see what the little orbs will like.

Ochobot watches him from the side, curious at the boy's actions.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to see what they eat, they're probably hungry"

"Um, they don't need to eat you know?"

Still, Ochobot was ignored, so he watched as his new master try to feed the elementals. So far, all failed attempts.

"Hey Ochobot? What do powers eat?"

"Um, energy perhaps?"

Which led to him giving the orbs batteries, but only the little red orb was interested, so it's only 1/3 success

Boboiboy has ran out of ideas, and is currently slumped down on the table. Maybe he should just go back to bed and think about this tomorrow.

Seeing Boboiboy so down, Ochobot can't help but feel bad. Afterall, he's Boboiboy's Powersphere, and yet could hardly do anything to help him right now. If only he didn't get kicked...

The yellow sphere decides to try setting his priorities straight with a bit of thinking. The sphere glanced around until his eyes landed on a can of cocoa. Cocoa has lots of energy, and it could be used to activate a Powersphere like him, so maybe...

"Boboiboy, try giving them some cocoa!" Ochobot suggests in a lightbulb moment. If it works on a machine then it should work on the powers too.

Ochobot managed to grab Boboiboy's attention. Hearing the idea, the boy gets up and grabbed a can of cocoa. He figured it wouldn't be pleasant to eat a spoonful of cocoa, so he made a basic hot cocoa drink with it and placed it on the table.

The sweet smell of cocoa seems to have grabbed the blue orb's attention, it made it's way towards the cup, and to his amazement, floated up to the cup. Only then he realized that they're little orbs and probably won't be able to drink without accidentally dunking themselves in. So he pours it out on a plate instead.

Like before, the blue orb went first. The sudden recoil made Boboiboy worry about the drink being too hot, but then he felt wind flowing around. Wasn't the window closed? How is there wind? Maybe it's the orb's doing? But that doesn't matter now, as the blue orb happily consumed the liquid. The other 2, red and gold, looked at eachother before deciding to go for it, only to discover that the blue one has drank it all.

"There there, I still have plenty, here"

Boboiboy hands out 2 more small plates and refilled the blue orb's plate as well. He watched them, and contrary to before, they look so cute like this.

Boboiboy reaches out to the blue orb, the blue orb thought Boboiboy was going grab him, but all he received was some kind of petting action with one finger. It felt... oddly comfortable. Boboiboy smiles as he sees the orb lean into it. Does this mean he succeeded in earning the blue one's trust? Even so, he's glad they're more comfortable with him now.

The next day, while Boboiboy was outside with the orbs- No, not orbs, Petir, Angin and Tanah, those are the names he decided to call them based on the info Ochobot gave him. It's really basic, he knows, but they don't seem to mind.

As Boboiboy was going about, the square headed green alien appeared once again. Just as Boboiboy was about to receive an attack from him...

"Earth Barrier!"

A wall rises up and blocked the attack, saving Boboiboy. He looked up to see who his savior is, only to find... himself? No, he looks a little different.

The doppelganger turned around

"Are you okay Master?"

"Uh, um, yeah. Who are you?"

Ah, it seems he hurt the other boy's feelings a little bit, but he smiled

"It's fine if you don't recognize me. It's me, Tanah"

T- Tanah?! Wasn't Tanah a little gold orb just a moment ago?

Before Boboiboy could process how this happened though

"Leave this to us Master!" A cheerful voice called, and there was 2 others like him ruthlessly attacking the alien. Just what is going on?

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A 14 year old boy awoke to the sound of chirping birds and the sun shining through. Yep, the boy is none other than Boboiboy himself.

So much has happened, ever since that fateful meeting with Ochobot, with the elementals. It was chaotic, sure, but Boboiboy finds himself fond of those memories somewhat. He has made new friends and he was never alone thanks to the elementals's presence.

And he also has a promise to fulfill too. A promise to them, the elements who are still in sleep.

The day passed by quickly, and Tok Aba suddenly closed up shop a bit earlier than usual... Strange.

He entered the house, there's Tanah washing his hands, and why is Petir bringing his lightning blades?

Because he could ask though, Angin already told him to just go to his room and relax. He was confused, what are they doing?

A little while later, he was finally allowed to come down to the kitchen, there, he saw that Tanah has cooked many dishes and they even made some hot cocoa drinks.

"Eh? Are we having a special occasion?"

"Yeah! We're celebrating the 3 year anniversary of the day we met!"

"Something as simple as that? And you guys remembered?"

"Yes, it was a life changing day for us. Humans celebrate important days no?"

Ah, so that day was that important to them? Indeed, it was life changing for him too. Boboiboy smiles as he pulled them all into a group hug.

He remembers the form the elementals took, he remembers how they were at first. And it all started with a plate of hot cocoa.

Man do I love writing with music in the background. Makes me feel like Lemony Snicket

I did ittttt

Hello!

My name is PrinceoftheBendedPaw and welcome to my blog!

I have decided to create this blog to interact with other fanfiction writers, readers, and fandom enthusiasts as to help motivate myself as well as others!

I currently have my sole homebase on ye olde Fanfiction.net, but I am in the process of awaiting an invitation to also post on AO3. There appears to be a massive bot and scam problem on writing sites nowadays, which I am trying to overcome the best I can. Other writers have commiserated with me on the subject. Being absent from the fanfiction writing stratosphere for the last number of years only to come into contact with this issue has been jarring, to say the least.

I have written a few fanfiction for primarily Blue Exorcist, but nowadays, my hyperfixation has been Cult of the Lamb.

I'm still figuring out how I want to use this blog, but I'm open to suggestions!

-End of introduction-

Probably gonna make another blog for my fanfiction cuz I’m so tired of only getting the attention of bots 😭

H-hi. Would anyone beta read my fanfic story for me?

Since a new season of Love, Death, and Robots is coming out, just for funsies, I should try to pitch an idea for an episode. Not that Netflix would hear some nobody writer out, but it would be fun to do

HELL YES IT’S HAPPENING! AO3 ACCOUNT HERE WE COME!

We. Need. More. Cult of the Lamb. Fanfics. On. Fanfiction.net. Pleaseeee 👏

Hi! Can the bots that are now plaguing fanfiction.net kindly eff off? You’re really cramping my style and ability to get genuine reviews. Thank youuu

Can’t forget about Alice Walker. Her book The Temple of My Familiar is on my reading list

hello fellow non-Black tumblr users. welcome to my saw trap. if you'd like to leave, please name one (1) Black woman author who is not Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, bell hooks, Octavia Butler, or N.K. Jemisin. bonus points if she's published a book in the last five years.

You know what’s better than drunk texting your ex? Drunk texting a friend who you had a slight crush on in high school

I remember when people used to think Elon Musk was cool because he married Grimes and had an anime profile pic. How wrong you were

You know what, I’m just gonna become hot topic hedgehog. Yeah

Bless the Internet Archive for helping me find media

Hi I’m alive, just sad so I’m trying to diffuse it all with joy. Also check out my cool boots

I know I need to cut my hair when I start getting weird comments from old men

Condemned to not-getting-over-it-syndrome

I relate to the waiting character trope for example Spinel or Narinder. Can’t think of any other examples rn but those two hit hard.

They also got big teary eyes.

My Favorite Things about October

Halloween/ Samhain

Crunchy leaves

Over The Garden Wall

The billowing fog

Spooky TV specials

Gothic decorations

The occasional blood moon

Pumpkin Chai

Whilst wandering through the fog

I find the thin vapors wrap me like a blanket

Shielding me from being seen

And also preventing the sight of others.

Tis not nearly enough to be lost

I find my path with ease

My heart leading me through grief

As my mind impatiently presses on.

When will it end?

Hello fellow tumblrites! Life may not be so bad right now but it sure is stressful. Reminder to please be nice to your baristas, they are trying their best ♥️

Been going through it lately but I’m gonna try to use what little energy I have to keep writing. I have tiny little pieces written out for my liminal space cats. I realized I need to define more of their individual personalities in order to make the story clear that they are a couple. Cuz I do want them to be well rounded characters even if most of their interactions will be based on fluff.

I’m just still figuring stuff out. Life is hard but music will always keep bringing me back it seems. I went to a concert this past weekend and it was one of the best things that has happened to me lately

Things

Are you

Scary

I’m sitting outside in the heat so my tears can evaporate faster

I slandered my loved one while in the midst of shock

It’s too late now, but it’s never too late, it’s never too late, it’s never too late

I’m sorry

I do it for her~

Ahh the conundrum of needing to be more financially secure so you need more hours to work yet you are too mentally unwell to actually attend work and this call out. Also the ceiling caved in the dining room

Alrighty, I’m gonna start my zine which is gonna be a booklet of any rpg maker game