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crossposting on ao3 as @kunikuma
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so i finally moved ONE fic to ao3 and that was so TEDIOUS. IDK IF IVE GOT THAT DAWG IN ME TO DO MORE.
anyway, im taking up space on ur dash to talk about my current cosplay. i am currently making a vash cosplay from trigun stampede for a con in may! yippie. im waiting for a response from the organization, but im looking to enter a competition this time. idk how many of u even know what show im talkin about rn
cosplay pics utc. one is a PROP gun so u know. dont open if you dont want someone to see ig? idk. all i do is show it off and then shut it closed.
ok so hereās the hot news off the press. tldr my brother pissed me off real bad the other day bc he basically said cosplays that arent mostly armor are basically easy. to which i went dead silent bc mf does not even know how to SEW. SO WHERES THIS COMING FROM HUH??? MF?
anyway, other than the black shirt and pants and pattern files, i will be making things myself āļøāļø and i would like to enter so i can at least rub it in his face i even entered. ive added resin and leds to the arm and the sound of the prop gun slamming shut makes my heart soar. i just really like crafting guys.
prosthetic arm pattern was made by the super talented iwoodcosplay. gun stl files were made by the talented arcanafabrications on etsy. the gun is a prop. my 3d printer is now broken kms lmao
please ignore my messy room. this is not a tidy hobby
ISSA PROP. ISSAAAA PROP. tumblr do not ban me.
anyway, back to staring at the blank word doc bc yall are owed a scara fic or sumnā
to all the moots who sent kind words or anyone who even acknowledged that life update post, tysm! you are all kind people ā¤ļø i hope youre all doing well in 2024. if not, i hope it all looks up for you in the coming months. dont be a stranger!
this month marks one year since i started uploading fics on tumblr. i cant remember the exact date, but thats neat. happy anniversary to everyone whos been around for this long!
hi! just sending this quick note to apologize for not reading the mdni warnings before following. I shall be leaving now, have a wonderful day! ^^
hihi! i appreciate your honesty about it! i realize i might need to clarify/update my navi about this (my fault).
for new fellas here: the mdni stuff is definitely just the smut content on this blog, not for my entire tumblr since i post a mix along with silly random things. and i like silly interactions with everyone.
i believe i label every fics with ācwā aka ācontent warningā, along with the š emoji on the masterlists so it is clear what youre about to read.
so if youre here for sfw fics, feel free to stick around ā¤ļø. regardless, i think you did a good job respecting my mdni warnings! that is very nice to know.
kuma kuma kuma!!! happy valentineās day, this is my love letter to you!! youāre such a sweet and cool moot, ill always cherish the memories of us trying to pull wrio and me absolutely failing š i love every single one of ur themes and works, youāre so incredibly talented and hairworking i canāt believe weāre moots!! your Humor is unmatched it goes crazy, donāt forget i love u so much and ill always be here for u!!
xoxo lily
lily you are too cute omfg lmao. pls the wrio pulls bringing us together is too real. i have notifs on for you so i sometimes see snippets of your life updates. i gotta catch up on the lily loreā¦
hello all! this is a life update post if youve been curious where ive been. less funsies from me, more seriousies than usual. if medical things dont suit your fancy, please scroll on and just know i will be ease back into tumblr āØ
last warning! this is about medical things.
over a year ago, my mom informed me that she had reached stage five kidney disease for her autoimmune disease. it didnt really bother me at the time because it was justā¦ āwell, what could i do to even help in this situation?ā but i started getting a little more bothered nearing the end of 2023.
in december 2023, we found out my dad actually was a match for a transplant. life was getting crazy. mid february of this year was transplant day, but before this point, i was very out of it and not in the mood for writing cute little fics. that random one i dropped in december/january(?) was a sudden and off-thing.
to keep it short, my parents are on the road to recovery and i feel myself relaxing each day. i was their caretaker during this time. during this lull, i stepped away from genshin to enjoy new things (jjk and trigun). id like to hop back into it, but when i am in the mood. i am currently crafting a new cosplay to maybe enter a competition with for the first time. ill yap about this on a separate post.
ty for reading! for anyone who sent me mail during this period, i will get back to you. thanks for your patience everyone ā¤ļø
you have no idea how much i love ur writing is so good im not exaggerating
the theme is so cute too my gosh
omg ok my heart is so full. tysm!! i wont lie that i second guess myself all of the time, so comments like these make me go gaga. i hope you have a wonderful day and come back around when i have new things to post ā¤ļø
Bingo! Let it be known that all my fics are unbetaād and extremely self-indulgent.
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@marleysfinest @oxygenbefore1775 @pisspope @wyvernslovecake @honeybleed @moonspirit @lokiheart135 @hjemne and anyone else who would like to take part āØ
not genshin but i started watching trigun (2023) bc i always thought vash looked so cute. i watched a lil bit of the original when i was a kid, but my godā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ vash isā¦ā¦. so babygirl. i was throwing that term around too loosely before. ive never seen a man that so Pookie.
content | fluff, strangers to lovers kind of trope š¤š» (maybe making a part two?)
cw | cursing
a/n | uhhhhh, I wanna learn skateboardingā
Thank you for 111 followers <3
Just finished up this one, thank you for 142 followers and thank you for readingā¼ļø
a/c | @/HAMUKAERU666 on X (twt)
"Shit..." the indigo haired skater mumbled under his breath, while inspecting his knee. He just fell down while practicing a new trick on his skateboard, scraping his knee in the process. It's not like it was overly painful nor was it bleeding much. It's just 'fucking annoying', he thought.
He sighed and slowly stood up, careful not to put too much pressure on his wounded leg. Trudging over to the empty bench and letting his weight fall upon the old planks. It was late at night, dark with the only source of light being the yellowed light from the skatepark's lamppost.
Letting out another sigh, he leaned back against the bench and looked up at the starless night. "What a great sight to behold." he whispered quietly in a sarcastic tone, almost mockingly. He relaxed in his seat with nothing to really think about, before looking at his phone. It was midnight.
"Owā not again!" he suddenly heard a voice cry out and a sound of what seemed like a skateboard crashing. He sat upright to look around and search for the source of the sound.
At this time around, almost no one was outside at this small skatepark. Skaters usually went to bigger ones, but Kunikuzushi wanted to be alone, which is why he always practiced here late at night. He didn't expect anyone else to be here as well this time around.
As soon as he spotted another person sitting on the concrete with a flipped-over skateboard next to them, he knew what had happened. They must have fallen off. Then he watched them stand up and dusting themselves off, before getting their skateboard to try again. Although they weren't good at what they were doing... not at all.
"What are you doing?" his sharp voice cut through the quiet night, successfully gathering your attention. You almost fell off again at his sudden intrusion. "I am trying to learn how to skateboardā"
"You're doing it wrong." he cut you off right then and there. He didn't sound nice at all, you thought, staring at him silently. You inspected his appearance with furrowed eyebrows, before spotting his injury. And as the benevolent person you are, you had to help him.
You got your backpack from the other side of the skatepark and quickly walked over to him. "You're injured." you remarked, putting your skateboard down beside him.
"Oh wow, I didn't notice at allā what are you trying to do?" he asked you, raising his eyebrow at you as you rummaged through your bag. Then you pulled out a disinfectant, bandaids and q-tips. "You can't just leave it like that, you might get an infection."
He silently watched you infused the q-tip with disinfectant, before looking at him with a sheepish smile. "This will sting... a lot." you warned him, before cleaning his wound. He hissed rather loudly through the process, the burn stinging quite a lot. But he knew that it would be better to clean his injury, not wanting to risk an infection, so he didn't protest.
"This will need bandages..." you thought out loud, rummaging through your bag again and getting everything you needed. Bandages, scissors and safety pins. "You need to straighten your leg." you say, gently pushing his leg up on the bench, before wrapping the bandages over his injury. He just silently complied, watching you do your magic. As soon as you finished, you secured the bandaged with safety pins, before putting your things back into your bag.
"Why do you have all this?" he asked you absentmindedly, inspecting his wrapped up knee. You did a pretty decent job. It wasn't too tight, but also not too loose and it felt comfortable.
"Uh... well, I just started learning how to skateboard and beginners... are prone to mistakes. And injuries..." you whisper the last part quietly, too embarrassed to admit how many times you've actually fell and injured yourself.
The indigo haired boy looked at you, before smirking a bit tauntingly. "I could see that. Your stance was off and you don't have any balance. You kept waving your arms around like a fool." he criticised you as an already advanced skater.
"You sound like my math teacher..." you grumble. Then you stood up and turned to him, a brilliant idea popping into your head. "How about you teach me? You're good at skateboarding, right? I helped you with your injury, so how about you repay me by helping me?"
"I didn't ask for your help though. I don't have time to waste on a beginner." he remarked, paying your words no mind and looking back up at the starless sky. "I'm sure you weren't any better when you first started out." you frowned, sitting down beside him and poking his shoulder. "C'mon! Help me out a little, please?"
You kept bothering him for a few minutes, before giving up and standing back up to practice a bit by yourself. He just watched you carefully as you failed over and over again, trying to not fall off the board. It was honestly getting painful just to watch.
You on the other hand didn't want to give up, your arms in the air as you try to balance yourself on the shaky board. When you were about to fall off again, you felt gentle hands gripping your hips and guiding you to stabilise yourself. You turned your head to see the pretty stranger holding you while letting out an exasperated sigh. He looked at you like you were some annoying pest, but he prevented you from falling down at least!
"You need to work on your balance first, before actually trying to skateboard." he remarked, fixing your posture. "Bend your knees a little... just like that. And don't hold your arms out like that, you look stupid." he proceeded to help you out since he had 'nothing better to do' and he 'rather not go home right now'.
He took his sweet time explaining the basics and the theory, while telling you what to do and insulting you when you failed to follow his teachings. It took a few tries, before you actually kind of got the hang of it, skating a few meters and turning back around, before getting excited over your small achievement. "I did it!" you cheered happily.
"You barely learned the basics yet..." he remarked, reminding you of the long way you'll have to go before being able to fully skate on your own. "It doesn't matter, I was able to skate a little without falling off completely!" you didn't let his pessimism ruin your moment, skating around him a little while trying to get the feel for the twists and turns of skateboarding. But then you realisedā
"Waitā what time is it?!"
"Huh? 1:09am. Why?"
"Shitā!"
You hurriedly got off the board and went back to the bench to pack up your stuff, praying that your parents wouldn't be too strict about your curfew. "I'll have to go now, but thanks again for teaching me! See you around!"
"Hey, wait upā!" the indigo haired boy called out after you, but you were already out of earshot, running to get back home. He sighs, running his hand through his hair, before turning to get his own skateboard. "Didn't even catch your name." he mumbles under his breath, taking his things as well to leave.
At that moment, the clock ticked 1:11am.
'Maybe he'll get to see you again?' he thinks, maybe even wished, while looking back up at the sky once more.
KUMAAAA JJK BLOG?? RUNS, DASHES, GALLOPS TO GO FOLLOW. will forever be jelly of ur themes SOSOSOSOO PRETTY!! speaking of jjk have u seen that oneā¦ gojoā¦ figurineā¦ videoā¦.. on tiktokā¦ā¦ā¦
AAAAA HI LILY TYSM YIPPIE! also wdym i like your theme so much more?? anyway this isnt a luvbomb competitionā¦
yesā¦ maamā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ i haveā¦ā¦ i feel like the gojo gurlie slander increases each dayā¦. tbf my tiktok fyp is horny as hell for the man but yknow. never thought about painting the man crimson
okay ive said like four times in the past that i wanna revamp my theme here but i clearly havent. queue me making a jjk tumblr and doing it there
I LOVE MAKING THEMESā¼ļøā¼ļø LET ME YAP ABOUT IT!!! anyway, i have confirmed today that it looks like i can only hyperfixate on one, maybe two characters per piece of media. wriothesley got lucky he even got attention from me. wrio duking it out with wanderer in my brain for number 1ā¦ he mightve won but wanderer will always be genshin pookie #1.
hey pookies, if you like jjk and are +18, hmu on @cinnagojoo
idk if im gonna write for jjk yet, but i cannot hold the jjk back anymore, but i do not want to mix content by reblogging on kunikuma. if i wrote, it would have to be for gojo orā¦ ngl idk who else. havent thought about it.
look at how fresh it is!! no theme! just one post (reblogged smut š)!!
synopsis | love changes a person. wanderer is not immune, but heās picking up on that fact
content | fluff
cw | none, but you did get sick at one point
a/n | inspired by that one garfield plush and the fact my own 2017 rilakkuma plushie was flopped over on my bed and he looks rough af. this has been on my mind for like a year!! has a more serious tone compared to my silly lil fics.
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love changes people, whether they realize it or not. for a specific little puppet, love evaded, eluded, and confounded him for five centuries. however, your grating, insistent, and overbearing warmth had enveloped the once-solitary puppet.
there were changes that he was not quite quick to pick up on, but he caught on eventually.
his clothing
the ornate clothing adorning his body was always, always, always pristine. with the methodical way the young-looking man carried himself, never a hair was out of place. heād ensure each layer of his intricate garb was neatly folded in its proper place.
at the end of each week, his attire was washed with much care, leaving it out under the searing sumeru sun for a precise half-hour to get toasty enough to dry inside his home.
never a moment too long, otherwise wrinkles would settle in.Ā
these days, while moving through the bustling streets of the desert city, one could notice the imperfections on the asceticās clothes. considering his perfection prior, these little wrinkles glared at the eyes gazing upon them. atypical, soft wrinkles cast dull shadows across his chest.
once, a gray, wet stain on his white clothes marred the nearly impeccable image of the inazumanās visage.
when you asked about it, pointing out the moist splotch over his heart, the man clicked his tongue and turned his cheek, commenting about a bumbling fool tainting his appearance earlier that morning.
he was referring to you, if that wasnāt quite obvious.
each morning, the man ā yet to adorn his head with his usual crown ā would silently find himself at your side of the small bed, murmuring to you that he was ready to head out for the day.
heād find a warm hand shoot out, clumsily grasping at his, tugging him under the sheets. the puppet would tsk and complain, commenting that you were so useless without him. yet, during this ritual, his head never had his hat and his sandals were still at the door, waiting to be donned.
youād yank him under the warm covers, pressing your warm body against his chilled one. silently, the wanderer would let you enjoy a few more moments of slumber.
on the days you squished your face against his hollowed chest, he wondered if you heard anything beating to lull you asleep.
occasionally, heād feel your drool seep onto his clothes and that moment would be ruined.
regardless if you drooled that day or not, too many minutes would pass and he would need to flee from your iron grip.
heād hurriedly hop out of bed, attach his usual embellishments, and soar out of the door. there was never time to flatten out the newly formed wrinkles on his clothes.
quite frankly, he wasnāt too sure if he cared too much by the method in which those wrinkles were introduced. the drool was a different story.
his skin
similarly, the asceticās skin was flawless. he was not a victim of hormones like humans were. plus, the dry air did little to marr his doll-like exterior.
keywords: was flawless
blemishes did not exist to this puppet. but exhaustion and the side effects did.
on the rare occasion, if one was chatting with him early in the morning about his tasks for the day, someone could see a twinge of darkness flow a centimeter below his lower lashes. puffy.
his eyes were swollen, similar to when a child would cry and their eyes grew tender. when the god of wisdom chose to not peer into the puppetās mind and simply inquire about his mildly haggard appearance, the little puppet clicked his tongue and folded his arms.Ā
the metaphorical heart shone brightly as it caught the afternoon sunās rays as he explained himself to the god.
āthey are ill and needy. i am the only one who can properly care for them, buer. speaking of which, i need to depart early today to watch them.ā
the wanderer knew how to perfectly care for his sick partner best, and staying up each night to watch you enter a semi-restful slumber eased his soul.
any cough or groan of pain in your sleep would shake the creation from his spiraling thoughts, his feet hurrying to your side. any movement under the covers caused his head to snap towards your form.Ā
this felt all too familiar.
he impatiently waited for your health to improve, staying up each night to ensure you rose in the morning. if he was unnerved by a lack of life from you during your rest, heād hesitantly pad to your side and hunch over your chest.
it was never meant to be a lascivious action; the puppet was only looking for a comforting sound he did not own.
under a dimly lit lantern, the novel he engrossed himself with contained nonsensical babbles; with his mind whirring, none of the words on paper formulated a thing.
when you finally wake without a hoarse voice and a newly refreshed skip in your step, the puppetās eyebags seemingly lightened after a week. buer noted this, naturally.
the godās lips were sealed.
his walk
before, when walking through the streets of sumeruās largest city, the wanderer would find himself traversing at a steady pace. if he was busy, he was at a near-scurried swiftness. if he was on a leisurely walk to reflect on his life, he would take on a slow, nearly methodical pace.Ā
the point was this man did not change his canter when out and about. nothing affected the rate at which he strolled through treasures street.
at the start of your companionship, heād let you trail without him, seeing himself like an apathetic dog owner. the wanderer would watch you prance around and allow you to return to him when you were ready.
thanks to your human tendencies to justā¦ get distracted by the most inane things, he was forced to deal with your aimless exploration.
one second you were walking at his side, the next you were sprinting towards a food stall. by the time heād get you by his side again, you would be lagging eight steps back, munching on a snack you had purchased earlier.Ā
humans were so very inconsistent and unpredictable.Ā
he believed if you wanted his company so bad, then youād have to follow his pace.
thatās how the ascetic operated: it was his way or the highway.
however, like a river flowing through a valley, the water runs the vale down, inching itself closer to the heart of the earth over time. likewise, his defenses wore down the more he clung to your side.
now, when youād see something interesting down the street, youād give him the most awestruck face heād ever seen, and youād yank him to follow you. heād stumble at your rough treatment, but his feet would start bounding after you.
if he didnāt, youād release your hold on his hand, and heād hate to have to find you through a crowd.
if youād slow down to fix something on your person, heād find his legs shortening their strides, wordlessly matching your own.Ā
on the rare occasion when your strides were in sync with his, heād accidentally brush his soft hand against yours. when youād grin and intertwine fingers with his, his face felt unbearably hot, but he knew it was not from the sun above.
in the back of his mind, he wondered if other parts of him, deeper parts of him, could change too.
could his chest have a rapid, rhythmic thumping when his cold hand found home in yours?
