Just Vibes

She/her Over 20yrs+ I’m pretty awkward || I’m down to talk about anything ||:]

[ryver-styx27]

Half of shipping Bloodymary is just holding Grace and Simon dolls and smushing them together to make them kiss repeatedly while giggling and kicking your feet.

The other half is putting them in the most brutal blender known to man while throwing bricks at everyone who wants to look at it.

[trashfishhh]

butts

[drenched-in-sunlight]

Based on this post  (〃´∀｀)･.｡*･.｡

[rahuratna]

The Transformation of Nanami Kento, Part 9: Side story

As requested by @tsukimefuku , here's a little glance into how Ijichi and Nanami-pom handled the other transformed mascots. Shoutout to Sanrio for the inspiration!

Ijichi had breathed a silent sigh of relief when the rogue curse user had been found. The thought of Nanami having to remain in his transformed body for too much longer had been playing on his mind, even as he attempted to continue with his normal duties. The curse user, who the file had named as Ichimura, was now in captivity, and a team had been dispatched to the daycare facility where the other victims of his transformation had been kept.

Glancing over the file, Ijichi shook his head in slight disbelief. What a strange and, quite frankly, alarming ability. Even though Nanami was that much stronger, he had been rendered weak and vulnerable through the curse user catching him off guard. The fact that Ichimura's victims had all been transformed into cute mascots for the benefit of the children attending the daycare was ... its own can of worms.

Setting the file aside, Ijichi picked up the phone and dialled the number for the requisition department. He had ordered Nanami-pom a few extra sets of clothes, in case the hunt for Ichimura dragged out. There was obviously no longer a need for them. Ichimura had quickly crumbled during interrogation, faced with the slightly unhinged cheeriness of Gojo. He had agreed to undo the transformation on all of his victims, provided he received breaks in-between to recuperate his energy.

"Hello? Yes. Yes, this is Ijichi. I made a request yesterday afternoon for the ... yes. The clothes. Well, we've managed to capture the curse user, so there will no longer be a need for them. You can cancel the order."

There was a slight pause as Ijichi's frown grew.

"What was that? Oh, but ... really, I assure you, there's no need for them any more. No, I'm quite serious. What ... I mean, yes. Yes I agree that the clothes are ... cute, but ... Well, he's going to be transformed back within the next twenty four hours. So really, there's no need ... Wait, what?"

He listened for a minute more, eyebrows rising into his hairline.

"Excuse me? Have I heard you correctly? Ma'am ... absolutely not! I will not ... Yes, I know! I heard you the first time. The clothes are ... sweet and fashionable and nunu, but if you think I'm going to force one of our grade one sorcerers to model clothes for you and take pictures of him while he's in this state ... well you have another think coming!"

Slamming the receiver down, Ijichi huffed out an indignant breath and glared at it.

The nerve of some people!

At that moment, there was a soft knock on the door. Ijichi straightened his suit jacket, hoping that nobody had heard the tail end of that altercation.

"Er ... come in!"

There was a pause, before another soft knock sounded. Dropping his pen, Ijichi immediately noted that the sound was coming from rather low down on the outside of the door, and there was also a soft snuffling that could faintly be heard through the crack of the hinge. Exclaiming softly as he realised who his visitor probably was, Ijichi rose and made his way over to the door, opening it carefully.

Nanami-pom stood outside, alone. He was dressed in his tiny pyjama set, since his suit had been sent for dry-cleaning after the battle in the amusement park. He looked up at Ijichi, soft hazel eyes holding an air of expectancy. Smiling, Ijichi stepped aside, and the soft patter of small paws sounded on the wooden floor of his office as Nanami-pom entered and hopped up onto the sofa.

"Ah, Nanami. Is there something you need?"

Nodding, Nanami-pom pointed with one small paw at the door, then at the clock. Glancing at the time, Ijichi's eyes widened as he realized that the retrieval team would be back at any time.

"Oh, I see! Are they bringing Ichimura's employees here to the managers' offices?"

Receiving another floppy-eared nod, Ijichi hurriedly rose and grabbed a file from the shelf, flipping through to the necessary forms.

"I'd better get these ready then. They'll have some paperwork to do once the transformation has been undone and Ieri checks them over ... Nanami, would you mind helping me communicate with them when they arrive? I'm sure they'll be agitated, and exhausted, with all they've been through. Ah, let me also call Nitta and arrange some food, clothing and toiletries for them ... "

As Ijichi wrapped himself in a growing cloak of preparations, Nanami-pom sat attentively on the couch, following the proceedings. Now and then, he would lift one ear, listening carefully if he thought something was of particular importance. Nitta arrived soon, pushing a large cart piled high with supplies.

"Ijichi, I've got the care packages here. If this is their stop point, we'll leave them here in your - "

She stopped short as she caught sight of Nanami-pom, her eyes widening to impossible proportions. Nanami-pom regarded her gravely before hopping down from the sofa and approaching. Nitta appeared to be holding her breath. One small paw extended out to her and she bent hesitantly and took it between her fingers. In his current signature greeting, Nanami-pom placed his little snout within her cupped palm and sniffed slightly. Nitta looked like she was about to hyperventilate, when Ijichi cleared his throat and gave her a warning glance.

"Ahem ... Nitta. The supplies?"

"Eh? Oh! Right. Here, um ... yes."

Nanami-pom suddenly looked alert, one ear raised. Nitta straightened and glanced down the hallway before freezing in place.

"Oh. Oh, wow."

Ijichi joined her the doorway and immediately saw the cause of her exclamation. The retrieval team had brought the employees of the daycare with them ... and boy, was this a sight.

It seemed that Nanami's transformation had been but one possible pathway for the curse to effect a change. Coming slowly down the hallway, some clasped in the arms of the burly security personnel and sorcerers, some riding on their shoulders, some sleeping in small carriers, were a range of living mascots. Ijichi spotted a Cinnamoroll, a Hello Kitty mascot, a rather disoriented looking Keroppi, a shy Melody, a tiny Pochacco and a bright eyed Chococat.

The strange convoy found its way to Ijichi's office, dropping off their cargo and completing the necessary paperwork before the manager was left in his office with Nitta, Nanami-pom and six rather distressed looking transformed humans. He turned to them slowly, ignoring Nitta's quivering form beside him. It was quite evident that the younger assistant was itching to pet a few of them.

"Um ... good day."

Failing to think of anything else, Ijichi fell back on customary politeness.

"I am Ijichi, manager to sorcerer assistants at Jujutsu Tech. So ... I know this must all be a lot for you to absorb. And I understand the kind of ... trauma you must have suffered over the past few days."

At this, the Chococat let out a miserable mewl and the Keroppi croaked loudly.

"Yes, yes. I know. I've dealt with many cases of transformation before ... none quite so ... but that's beside the point. We will see to all of your needs and get you back to normal in no time at all. The culprit who has done this to you has been apprehended and is currently in our custody."

The Hello Kitty mascot hopped slightly up and down in celebration, while the Cinnamoroll looked angry and wrapped its ears around its own neck in imitation of what it would like to do with Ichimura.

Ijichi coughed slightly and waved a hand at the cart of supplies.

"Assistant Nitta will supply you with something to eat while you wait, some clothes, if you wish them, and some other conveniences. And - oh. Nanami, you wish to help too?"

Nanami-pom solemnly stepped forward and nodded, bowing to the other mascots in the office. Their eyes were drawn to him and the chirruping, croaking and other sounds emanating from the small group died down.

Thus far, Nanami had never uttered anything at all in this form. At first, Ijichi had wondered if it was because he was incapable, but Nanami-pom had, on occasion, made small sounds that indicated his silence was more of a conscious choice.

Ijichi soon learned why.

Nanami-pom looked up at Ijichi, and the manager cleared his throat.

"Everyone, this is Nanami. He is one of our grade one sorcerers and was transformed by Ichimura while pursuing him. Nanami was instrumental in capturing Ichimura, and thanks to him, Ichimura is ... incapacitated. Even in this form, Nanami is quite the capable sorcerer, you see. Please refer to him if you need anything further, or some advice on  how to manage your situation while we organize the reversal of your transformation."

The mascots slowly gathered around Nanami-pom, something akin to respect and admiration in their large, shiny eyes. He began to communicate with them, Ijichi and Nitta looking over in surprise as a series of the most adorable barks and yips escaped his snout, his soft, floppy ears lifting and waving first one way, then the next. He gestured with his paws and the other diminutive heads nodded strongly in agreement with him.

As Nanami-pom spoke, the change in the other mascots became more pronounced. Their eyes widened with awe, their small mouths lifted and curved in smiles, and the Hello Kitty was hopping up and down again. Whatever he had said had obviously encouraged them and given them hope.

Eventually, Nanami-pom turned away and looked over at Ijichi, straightening his small pyjama shirt in a very familiar manner and nodding with dignity. Ijichi cleared his throat.

"Thank you very much, Nanami. Um ... I'm not sure what you said to them, but I'm sure it helped."

Nitta received a call on her phone at that moment.

"Hello, Nitta speaking. Ah! Yes, Gojo, he's here. All right. I'll send him through."

She turned to Nanami-pom and lowered her voice slightly.

"Nanami, Gojo wants you in the interrogation room. Ichimura has recovered enough to start with undoing the transformations. He can start with you."

Nanami-pom seemed to consider this for a moment before shaking his head firmly. Nitta looked confused.

"But ... don't you want to turn back immediately?"

The small yellow-furred form turned back to the other mascots, who were still gathered around him. He raised a paw, pointing firmly at each of them, before gesturing to himself.

"You ... you want them all to go before you have your turn?"

Another nod. The shy Melody and the tiny Pochacco were looking at him with teary eyes, while the Cinnamoroll put aside its angry posture long enough to place a comforting paw on Nanami-pom's head.

Ijichi straightened and nodded firmly.

"All right. So be it. Nanami, I think you should go to meet with Gojo. We'll let him know your decision and get started with reversing these transformations as soon as possible."

If only Ijichi had realised that it would come to this.

Ichimura turned out to use up a great deal more cursed energy reversing the transformations than effecting them in the first place. He needed extended breaks between each of the employees who visited him. It didn't help that they had to see him in order for the effect to occur.

The Cinnamoroll had been reversed into a burly security guard who had promptly attempted to give Ichimura another beating. Ijichi had managed to hold him off, but had decided to keep a closer watch in future.

The remaining hours were spent seeing to the other mascots sequestered in his office. It seemed that being turned into these forms also changed certain aspects of their personality. Things that were far less noticeable in the stoic Nanami-pom (who, despite his equanimity, obviously enjoyed riding around on people and had a mischievous streak where a certain white-haired sorcerer was concerned) were very evident in his mascot counterparts.

The Keroppi seemed to enjoy playfully hiding Ijichi's stationery and having it show up in unexpected places. The Hello Kitty was constantly giving the rest of the mascots hugs, and Ijichi certainly wasn't exempt. He'd had to gently pry her off his leg more than once so he could get up to go to the photocopier.

The small Pochacco turned out to have a huge appetite, and it had stolen and devoured Ijichi's lunch along with most of the snacks he kept in his cupboard, turning to face him eventually with a guilty expression and a mouth smeared with strawberry jam. And on top of all of this, there was the Chococat who kept camouflaging into the furniture and sending Ijichi into a panic when he couldn't find him.

The shy Melody seemed very taken with Nanami-pom. It kept borrowing Ijichi's pen and scrawling out malformed pictures of him. In all the pictures, he was holding her hand. Upon looking at them, rosy red patches would appear on her white-furred cheeks and she would hurriedly crumple the page, only to start up on a new drawing almost immediately.

In time, the office slowly emptied of its strange little occupants, as each of them was collected to be taken to Ichimura. As each regained their human form, they were shown to Ieiri's examination room for a quick medical and then to the neighbouring offices for completion of their paperwork. Most of the employees hurried back to their homes and families after their ordeal, but all of them left behind some form of communication, asking for their thanks to be conveyed to Nanami-pom.

He had, apparently, reminded them of the rights of the worker, their entitlement to suitable working conditions, and employment that they genuinely enjoyed. He had also given a scathing review of emotionally abusive employers, which the daycare workers had heartily agreed upon. Each of them had vowed to seek out more fulfilling employment in the future.

Many months later, Nanami received a letter in the mail at Jujutsu Tech. He's just returned from a mission and was sipping some coffee in the staff lounge when Nitta delivered it to him. When he'd queried about who it was from, she'd mentioned one of the daycare employees who'd probably wanted to thank him for his help and encouraging words.

Bemused, Nanami had opened the letter, only to find a scrawled drawing of the shy Melody holding hands with him, with a red blob above them that appeared to be a heart shape. Below it were the words:

Thank you, my magical hero.

P.S. There will never be a Pompompurin as cute as you!

Nanami carefully folded the letter and placed it in an inner pocket, thanking his lucky stars that Gojo hadn't been in the room when he'd opened it. 

[pilley-w]

Nah, don't worry about it

[blgblue]

inspired by leave no trace by @etexcrucior :)

[r-girl]

[yardsards]

but i stay silly! *←said in the most world-weary voice you ever did hear*

[fizzlepop-frog]

“but I stay silly!”

[sensiblereblogifposts]

Reblog you stay silly

[weaselle]

on it boss

[janeaustensgirlfriend]

I’m a huge fan of @cosmicdraghon and their art, so when I saw commissions were open I had to get one of my favourite scenes from my AO3 fanfic, ‘if you want a lover’, drawn! And hoooollyy crap, did cosmicdragon deliver and more 🤩

I’d never commissioned art before, but the whole process was so easy and cosmicdragon was so kind and professional throughout the whole process. I’ve literally been staring at the comic all day, it’s just so beautiful! 💖

Please go and support their amazing work and, if you’d like to read ‘iywal’, I would be so grateful! (For those wondering, this is Chapter 26 - we love a slow burn in this house 😉)

[eggdrawsthings]

The Nikto called the kid a “fledgling Jedi”, saying Din had no idea what he could “do”. The Armorer also called the Jedi “sorcerers” and though Din doesn’t know anything about sorcery, he does know there’s something magical about the kid’s hugs. Something powerful. They have the power to erase bad dreams and painful conversations. They have the power to heal hurts and pains and age-old loneliness. They have the power to make Din laugh like he is now.  If that isn’t magic, Din doesn’t know what else is.

Dream Child by @muchadoloo

[monstermonger]

He's worried about stepping on flowers. He loves nature. - (ref)

[to-orrr]

here are some more cats 🍓

[carmahnart]

Hey y’all I have an announcement! My web app that I’ve been working on, Afro Index, is now live! It’s a visual reference library of Black hairstyles, for artist, animators, writers, and anyone who wants to learn more about them!

Check it out at afroindex.org! 💛✨

Afro Index – Black Hairstyle Reference Library

A reference library for Black hairstyles with accurate naming, structured filtering, and curated reference images.

[fandom-trash-goblin]

we've got a life to love living.

[fluffysheeps]

Sea cows 🌊🐄

[n1n4r31v17]

Gotham es una buena madre que sufre por sus hijos

la idea de que gotham esté viva me encanta y aveces solo puedo imaginarme a la ciudad intentando consolar a sus desamparados, perdiendo la esperanza con el tiempo, solo para ver un dia como uno de esos niños vuelve y sin saberlo, le paga su consuelo con creces.

Batman quiere cuidar tanto a Gotham como a su gente y eso a la ciudad le encanta, aunque a la gente no tanto. Batman es brutal, Gotham cree que esta puede no ser la mejor solución, pero lo ayuda, porque está desperada y sufriendo, lo ayuda a pasar desapercibido, moviendo las sombras al ritmo de su querido protector. con el primer robin, gotham siente que batman recupera algo de esperanza en la gente y es un poco menos drastico. con el segundo la situacion fue mejorando otro poco, ese niño había vivido en la peor parte de gotham y con él, el cambio era inminente, hasta que robin cayó, toda gotham sintió esa caida, Batman se asguro de que todos lo sintieran. el tercero fue por gotham, si, pero fué más por el mismo Batman, a Gotham eso le encantó, la llegada fue rapida, casi desesperada, este robin sabía que si no era el, nadie más intentaría calmar al murcielago y con el tiempo nadie más podría, por lo que tanto gotham como los delincuentes agradecieron que llegara. cada robin fue una mejora, hasta que el segundo volvió, claro que todo va mejorando (en especial ahora que cada rincon de gotham esta recibiendo ayuda), pero eso no quita que a gotham le duele como Red Hood sufre con la negativa de su padre a hacer justicia por el, desde que Hood llega a gotham, llueve más seguido, aveces por dolor, a veces por alivio de que su niño esté de vuelta, a veces por la impotencia de no poder hacer justicia por si misma. Pero a pesar de las malas personas que quieren causar caos, sabe que de ahora en adelante va a haber alguien que la quiera sanar, gotham hace siglos que no se sentía tan cuidada y le encanta que sus hijos quieran hacerle tanto bien como ella a ellos.

[dazednerd]

Mi encanta como lo describiste! Realmente se siente que Gotham y su gente esta conectada!

[astraaureus]

Welp. Google's AI horseshit has arrived. And I'm not complying. They can pry my ID out of my cold dead hands. I will simply go elsewhere. Remember folks, DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR IDs. Do not comply. Resist, fight it, use other browsers or sources beyond youtube and google controlled services. Call them. Email them. Make noise. Fight back.

[mocrlbmutwwwptth]

I've been using Google as my main mail service since 2006, and every single account or service I've ever signed up for was made with that address. For a long time I thought it'd be impossible to divorce myself from Google.

It took less than 5 minutes to switch to a ProtonMail account, less than 2 hours to download and/or offload every byte of data from my Google account, and less than 3 days to change every single account or service I've ever signed up for to the new address.

As of today, the only single one I have that's still tied to it is YouTube. It's the only thing I'd lose access to if I deleted my Google acount entirely.

They really, really want you to believe that it's a hassle to switch to a different email system. But it's not. Most websites and/or services allow you to change the email address associated with it.

I've been using Google for almost 2 decades and it only took a few days to move everything. It's not a painful sacrifice; it's an easy change that, frankly, has absolutely been worth it.

[twilight-deviant]

Proton Shoutout

You can and should switch to a free, encrypted Proton email account. You also get all of the below perks. For free. There is no trick. It is paid for by the people with paying plans. I am one of them. The (completely functional) free tier is there to entice you into getting a paid account with even more perks. (It worked on me.) But there's no penalty or pressure for staying with the free account.

Also get your stuff off the google drive and put it on Proton's drive. It is encrypted. Only you with your password can access it. Not even Proton can see what you put in there.

[tzikeh]

Switch everything away from Google. It's easy and it's important. Read above, click the link for Proton, download your gmail and switch.