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Hi guys, I apologize for being gone for so long. I’ve had so much stress the past couple months and it’s really only gotten worse. I’m really struggling to pay my bills and I am unable to work anymore and I’m not really sure what to do.. 

I started a Gofundme page in hopes to get a bit of relief in my current situation. I would never normally do this but my monthly bills just went up and I can’t pay them on my own;; 

If anyone could spare change or even just share this around it would mean the world to me <3 thank you.

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Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014. Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.

I’d consider sitting at 5, 8, and 12; they're all pretty chill, and I like pretty much all of them. A much as I love Kokichi, and Byakuya; Fuyuhiko and Kokichi would no DOUBT fight like children and Byakuya would probably just sit there and give them dirty looks.

and 7 would just be a disaster. Nagito’s love/hate for Junko would probably lead to them physically fighting while Miu laughs at them and makes dirty jokes. 

I saw this on Reddit for the danganronpa fans

I would probably sit at 2, 5 or 16

Stay away from 7

What do you pick?

Nagito cuddling headcanons

~Post type: Headcanons~

Author’s Note: My computer has been acting up lately, and we’re moving soon so apologies if my posts get shorter or I go on a short hiatus for a bit. Please enjoy!

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At first he wants to cuddle you, but he’s afraid that you wouldn’t want him touching you, or that you didn’t like him anymore.

So he slept facing you, with about a foot of space between the two of you.

But when you convince him that you do actually want to cuddle, he will be pressed, as tightly as he can, against you

He might even put his feet underneath yours, because they’re cold

Or he’d have you lay on top of him, as another ‘blanket’

No matter how you two lay, he always wants your hand in his, if possible. Just to remind him that you’re there

And so he can feel if you’ve woken up, depending on the position.

He wants to be able to protect you in case anything happens, so he tries to lay closest to the door, “in case someone breaks in”.

However, that usually means that he’s the little spoon. 

He enjoys feeling protected and loved by you though, so that’s not an issue for him, as long as you’re okay with it

If you move a lot, he’ll hug you tightly, and try to soothe you back to peaceful sleep.

And he’d know if you moved, because he’s a very light sleeper.

He usually wakes up before you do, or tries to, so he can make you breakfast.

But while you eat, he sits beside you, with his head on your shoulder; to make up for the cuddles he ‘missed out on’ while he was cooking.

During the day, if you two have down time, he’d suggest cuddling on the couch while watching something, or listening to music.

Hiraeth (Seven x MC)

Hello! So…this is my first Mystic Messenger fanfic and the first part of my word series, which is basically just where I find an unusual word and make a fanfic out of it. Easy as pie! If you like what you read, feel free to send a request.

Right, on to the fanfic! Enjoy!

WARNINGS:

Contains spoilers for Seven’s route and Secret Endings

Strong language

References to child abuse (only hints, nothing explicit)

NOTES:

Slightly angsty with poofs of fluff :3

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We do, in fact, have a snow day so I'm going to work on those requests in a little bit!

We might have a snow day tomorrow and if we do, then I promise I'll work on the requests in my inbox <3

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

!!! Feel free to suggest any with any characters!

(Mystic Messenger preferably)

soft prompts for couples who aren’t together yet

hugs that last a little longer than they should

immediately looking at the other after telling/doing something funny in hope to see their smile

making playlists and mood boards for the other

trying to learn about the others interests

continuously denying others who think they are together

“no we are not together!! … at least not yet…”

finding similar fictional characters who shares the other one’s MBTI and enneagram type

trying to know little things about them by observing

always giving the utmost attention to the other if they are in a crowd

associating random things with them

getting matching key rings

hanging out together often

Hey love! Could I request some headcanons of Makoto and Hajime with an autistic s/o?

Totally cool if you’re uncomfortable with writing, I just thought it never hurts to ask! :3

Of course, lovely!

I want to look into it at least a little before starting though, so I can make sure not to misrepresent or just overall say something incorrect, hope you dont mind the bit of extra wait time for that :)

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒: I haven't written in so long, and I haven't written for Dabi/Touya before, so he might be completely OOC. Sorry!! This also took me 2 and a half hours, starting at 2 in the morning, so apologies for any typos!

𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: That's So True by Gracie Abrams. And thanks to @rueclfer for letting me bounce the idea off them!

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Touya Todoroki, ex reader.

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You really aren’t a nosy person. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true, but you usually aren’t so nosy as to keep watch over the guests in each apartment, making excuses for a reason to leave your own apartment every thirty seconds, just to see when, or if, they leave.

You can’t help yourself when it comes to their apartment, though. The one you’ve spent countless hours in, even considering it a home away from home, despite the fact that your actual home was only about five feet away.

But it hasn’t been your second home for a while now. You know the tenants haven’t changed. The decor is the same. But you can’t bring yourself to stay longer than ten minutes. Not when he’s home.

Touya Todoroki, your ex-boyfriend. You dated for three years and know nearly everything about each other, but even though you both swore you’d make it through thick and thin together, it didn’t work out the way you’d hoped. Life never seemed to.

You knew you’d never be able to replace him, but you also knew you were tying each other down. It was for the better this way… It’d sting, but you could manage alone for a while.

Apparently, you were the only one who felt that way, though.

You hadn’t meant to be nosy; you just happened to be taking out your garbage at the same time the woman entered Touya’s apartment. Sure, he shared the place with Keigo, but you hadn’t seen the winged man all day, and no sensible person would invite someone over when they weren’t even home. Which must mean one thing.

Touya’s moved on. Found a new girl to replace you, just like that. You can’t deny she’s pretty, but the fact that he could move on after being with you for three years stung a little. More than a little. It hurt like hell.

But it wasn’t your place to care anymore. It wasn’t like he was cheating. He’s a ‘free bird’ as Keigo liked to joke. You didn’t find it funny.

You didn’t recognize the girl. She wasn’t anyone you’d seen with the League, and she certainly wasn’t Touya’s sister. You’d met Fuyumi before, and as far as you knew, she was the only Todoroki daughter. Besides, they don’t even look alike.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had no more excuses to roam the halls, and anyway, it wasn’t like you couldn’t talk to your neighbors about guests, right?

As you marched across the hall, you almost felt bad for the earful Touya was in for. Almost. He deserved it for this little stunt.

Just as you raise your fist to bang on the door and demand he come out and talk to you like a man, the door swings open. The fiery drive from mere seconds before is extinguished with the sound of the creaking hinges, leaving you feeling off-kilter. Unfortunately for you, there’s no task to suddenly rush off to complete or explain your sudden presence right outside his door.

He leans against the doorframe lazily, as he always does when people leave the apartment, as if he wants to make sure they know their stay is over, and not to try and reenter.

As the girl makes her way down the hall, you decide now’s actually the best time to return to your own apartment, no lecture necessary. She’s gone now, there’s no problem if he wants to have friends…

“Y’need something?” He asks, staying put against the doorframe, despite the visitor being long gone by this point.

You can’t just ignore him. He’s only being polite, after all. And besides, it’s not like you’re angry at him.

Actually. Yeah, you are still a little angry with him.

You spin around to face him again, taking in his lazy posture, the raised eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest. The way he still somehow towers over you, even when he’s slouching—

Focus.

“Uh,” You say, plastering a friendly smile on your lips. What are you even doing?

“Uh?” He echoes teasingly, clearly finding amusement in your position, caught red-handed standing outside his door like that.

“You had a guest.”

You can’t think of anything better to say, and you mentally kick yourself for pointing out the obvious. Why are you so awkward anyway? It’s just Touya.

He snorts at that, nodding slowly.

“Clearly.” His tone is sarcastic, but not exactly rude. Still, he’s not taking you seriously.

“And? Is she any good?” You suddenly feel less squirmy. He needs to understand. Needs to take this seriously.

His eyebrows fly up, and for a moment, he’s got nothing to say.

“I mean, how long have you known her? You’re obviously comfortable enough to invite her over. And she’s okay with the fact that you sometimes cry after sex? Or did that suddenly change since we broke up?”

You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, just that you need to get it all out. Your mouth is working faster than your brain, and you don’t even consider the fact that you actually have no idea what kind of relationship they may or may not have.

“I mean, she’s pretty, yeah, but that can’t be all there is, right? Is she, like, super emotionally deep? Or maybe she doesn’t take anything seriously; maybe that’s how she’s better-”

By this point, Touya’s overcome his shock, simply looking at you with an amused smirk, head tilted slightly as if looking down at a puppy making noises for something it can’t communicate, try as it might.

“You done?” He asks simply, giving you a moment to collect yourself and calm the thoughts whirling around your brain at one million miles per second.

Considering his question, you realize that you’ve already talked at him long enough and haven’t even given him a chance to answer a single one of your accusations. Your shoulders slump slightly as you give a nod.

“As flattering as it is that you think I could find someone that quick, she wasn’t here for me. She was here for the bird.” He offers his reassurance with a chuckle and a smirk you know isn’t meant to charm, but it somehow does anyway.

“I thought Keigo wasn’t home,” You defend, losing all of your previous steam.

“He wasn’t, earlier. He’s conked out on the couch right now, but I assure you he’s very much here.” Touya straightens up, taking a step to the side, no longer blocking your view into the apartment. Just as Touya had said, Keigo is sprawled out across their couch in the living room.

You suddenly feel so stupid. All of these baseless accusations thrown around, and the only thing it proved was that you clearly still weren’t over him. And now you’d made it clear as day to him, too. Getting jealous over an assumption. What an idiot.

“You know I don’t invite people into my home, Sweets,” Touya interrupts your internal berating, and you’re so hung up on the familiar, almost bittersweet nickname dripping off his tongue like the sweetest honey that you almost miss the next words out of his mouth.

“No one but you.”