kayy / goomii

I think I'm doing this right?? ♡ 19 ♡ they/she ♡ multi-fandom fanfic author

[goomiiworm]

ᥫ᭡ Hello !!

My name is kayy (or goomii), I'm a multi-fandom fanfic author. All my works will be on my Ao3!!

So far, I have works for Welcome Home and Just Roll With It, but don't be surprised if I post or ramble about other fandoms as well!

I do not write NSFW or reader inserts, nothing against them, just not my thing.

⬐ featured tags / fandoms / masterlist ↴

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♡ Featured Tags ♡

#goomii-rambles : Just me talking about anything

#goomii-writes : All my works; completed, on-going, or abandoned

#goomii-answers : Answering asks

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♡ Fandoms ♡

Welcome Home - 2 works

Just Roll With It (Riptide) - 1 work

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♡ Fanfiction Masterlist ♡

[♥︎] Complete ; [♡] In Progress ; [X] Abandoned/Incomplete

[♥︎] Cuts and Curls - Welcome Home - 2,836 words

[♥︎] Memories With Him - Just Roll With It - 1,343 words

[X] Canvas - Welcome Home - 228 words

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[goomiiworm]

Trying to update my bookmarks (ノ´Д｀)ノ

[doubly-magic]

PSA

EVERYONE BE CAREFUL. ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN PHISHING SITE (first link)

(the link is purple bc i clicked on it to get the link w/o special characters to report to various phising page report places).

the page leads to what appears to be the normal archive page, w/ the popup about the privacy policy & everything, with the url https://xn--iao3-lw4b.ws/media DO NOT LOG IN. THEY ARE HERE TO STEAL YOUR LOGIN CREDENTIALS. LOOK AT URLS BEFORE ENTERING ANY PERSONAL INFO.

STAY SAFE ON THE INTERNET GUYS!!

please reblog to spread this warning!!

[goomiiworm]

I just realized that most (if not all) of my bookmarks on ao3 are found family...

I think that says more about me than it needs too (￢３￢)

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Sooooo... I've been watching one piece lately (if the last 5 months is lately), and I'm predicting some angst from me to a certain stretchy captain.

I love being an angst writer and projecting on the sunshine characters!!

[goomiiworm]

I want to write one of those long BNHA fics,

One where Izuku is a vigilante, a healer, a hacker, or just a very angsty and depressed teenager.

I want dadzawa, erasermic, shindeku, tododeku, mentor all might, mentor Nedzu.

I want the full 2020/2021 fanfic vibe, where Izuku is a blank slate, and I can mold and shape him to my every desire.

Once I get my shit together, I WILL write them all. Mark my words!!

[goomiiworm]

AND DFO!! I can't believe i forgot Dad for One!!

[goomiiworm]

I want to write one of those long BNHA fics,

One where Izuku is a vigilante, a healer, a hacker, or just a very angsty and depressed teenager.

I want dadzawa, erasermic, shindeku, tododeku, mentor all might, mentor Nedzu.

I want the full 2020/2021 fanfic vibe, where Izuku is a blank slate, and I can mold and shape him to my every desire.

Once I get my shit together, I WILL write them all. Mark my words!!

[goomiiworm]

Why does just living have to be so expensive!!

I just was to spend my money on cute clothes, games, manga, and stuffed animals!!

But you're telling me I have to pay bills and insurance and more bills and rent and blah blah blah...

Just let me live bro...

｡ﾟヽ(ﾟ｀Д´ﾟ)ﾉﾟ｡

[goomiiworm]

I love writing random thoughts in drafts and then putting them in my queue and shuffling them around.

Every notification is a surprise. Ah yes, what random thought has tumblr deemed worthy enough to grace the internet with today!!

[goomiiworm]

"Canvas" [Abandoned]

𖧁୧ : Fandom : Welcome Home

𖧁୧ : Genre : Angst (?)

𖧁୧ : Status : Abandoned

𖧁୧ : Word Count : 228

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Sometimes, if you listen carefully, you can hear the sounds of the beyond slipping through.

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Wally’s humming echoed through Home as he dipped his brush into the white paint. The sound of the bristles scratching across the stitched canvas accompanied his song as he spun the brush along the painting. He tilted his head side to side as he kicked his feet, occasionally hitting against the wooden legs of the stool he was sitting on.

Wally squinted his eyes as he carefully moved the brush along a layer of dried paint. Home never turned the lights on that morning, leaving the room with only the small slivers of light creeping into the room from under the doorway and behind the curtains. When Wally asked Home, Home gave a quick creak from down the hall and said nothing else. Wally followed the sound into the living room, where his easel was already set up for him. Wally trusted Home, so if Home wanted him to paint, he would paint.

Finally, with a few final touches, Wally dropped his brush into a small cup of muddy, paint filled water that sat on the small table beside him. A few other brushes of different sizes also soaked in the murky water.

Wally stopped humming as he rose from his stool in front of his canvas and took a few steps back. His shoes tapped along Home’s dark, wooden floor and echoed through the dark, hollow hallways.

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Found this in my google docs; I started it forever ago, took a break, and forgot where I was going with it. I still like it tho so... eh.

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I need people to stop asking me if I'm cold while I'm running the drive-thru.

"Oh, sweetie, aren't you cold in that window?"

YES, JANET, I AM!! But YOU want fried chicken at 10 am while it's below freezing outside. So, I guess I'm stuck here.

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I got a tamagotchi for Christmas, and I'm realizing that going to work tomorrow will be... challenging :')

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Conclusion: I am very irresponsible and should not be trusted.

It has died twice (T^T)

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Tbh, I always wanted to do minecraft roleplays when I was younger...

Maybe one day (-ω-｡)

[goomiiworm]

"Cuts and Curls"

𖧁୧ : Fandom : Welcome Home

𖧁୧ : Genre : Hurt/Comfort

𖧁୧ : Category : Gen

𖧁୧ : Word Count : 2,836

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Julie loved her hair. She loved styling it in fun, silly ways, or having Wally style it during one of their many sleepovers. Everyone in the neighborhood knew how much she loved her hair, and everyone in the neighborhood knew she would never cut it off.

Until she had to.

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"It was the early hours of the morning. The sun was just starting to rise over the forest, lighting up the small neighborhood beyond the trees. All the neighbors were at varying stages of starting their day. Some were already awake and starting their day, some were still in the process of getting themselves ready, and some were still curled up, comfortably, in their bed.

Julie sat on a stool in front of a large, pink vanity. She hummed quietly as she carefully brushed each knot from her long, golden hair. She smiled at her reflection as she wondered what hairstyle would suit her today. Ponytails, braids, curls; to her, the options were endless. She finally decided on pigtails with two bright, red bows to go with her dress. Just as she pulled the rose-colored ribbons from her drawer, the sound of knocking echoed through the house."

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[goomiiworm]

I got a tamagotchi for Christmas, and I'm realizing that going to work tomorrow will be... challenging :')

[goomiiworm]

"Memories With Him"

𖧁୧ : Fandom : Just Roll With It (Riptide)

𖧁୧ : Rating : Teen+

𖧁୧ : Category : Gen

𖧁୧ : Main Tags : Gillion Tidestrider-Centric, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Confort, Angst with a Happy Ending

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Gillion stays up late one night and reflects on his memories of Finn. Feelings bubble over, he talks with Jay, and he lets his feeling out in a (mostly) harmless way.

[I think Gil and Jay’s friendship is underrated and wanted to do something about it.]

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"Gillion sat, uncomfortably, on the wooden floor of the sleeping quarters. The splintered wood poked into his knees, but he didn’t want to risk moving. It’s a miracle he was able to move from his barrel without waking anyone. He lost count on the number of times the creaky floorboards have given him away before. He rested his head on top of his arms as they laid on the rim of the porcelain tub. It felt impossible for him to move his eyes away from the body that laid motionless inside the tub, his grandfather, Finn. It seemed wrong for the man Gil remembered being so expressive and jolly to now be so expressionless. It was hard for Gillion to convince himself this was the same man he knew so long ago. His eyes burned as he tried to fight back the tears he knew were coming."

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works