Doodle dump :)
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Doodle dump :)
Yuji Itadori
you were wearing one of yuji's hoodies, cuddling with him in his apartment as the both of you stayed up watching scary movies for halloween. it had become something the two of you always did once the time rolled around - binging holiday-focused movies. he'd get the movies, you'd get the snacks, and the two of you would binge movies together until you both succumbed to a comforting sleep, enveloped in each other's tired, yet warm embrace.
half-way through a random 80s slasher, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier by the second, your achy arms finding solace around your boyfriends midriff. he turned his head from the screen towards you, only to find your cheek pressed against his chest as you faced the screen, your eyes began to flutter shut. your face was adorable to him, the way your cheek was pressed against him made your mouth into a funny shape, a small grin painting his features. he raked his fingers through your locks, tilting his head slightly while taking in your sleeping state. how you wrapped your arms around him so tightly yet barely even conscious, how big and baggy his hoodie was on you, how fragile and peaceful you looked in his embrace. the movie was paid no mind to as yuji too, started to drift off. with one hand, his fingers laced through your hair, the other gently caressing your soft cheek, playfully pinching before letting his muscles relax and resting with his love.
pink hearts divider by @bunnysrph
lace divider by @benkeibear
go check them out! <3
not my tweet or my fic (and there’s a good chance of this comment being a bot) but yeah, don’t do this. sure, some writers wouldn’t mind having fanfics (or direct continuation) of their fanfics written by someone else. some may even be thrilled and happy. but the fandom etiquette is that if you want to write a fanfic or a continuation of someone’s fanfic, YOU POLITELY ASK THE WRITER FOR THEIR PERMISSION. not their readers.
also 5 months isn’t long at all. 5 months is 5 minutes when it comes to fanfics. I’ve waited years for my favorite fics to get updated (one of my favorite fanfics was updated by the author after 13 years) and I’ve never said anything to them about “it’s been ___ years, I don’t think it will get updated anymore”. because another fandom / fanfic etiquette is that fanfic writers write for free in their free time, they don’t owe you anything. maybe they will update one day. maybe they won’t. if you want your favorite fic to get updated, you comment something like “this is good!! I’m excited for what happens next” and maybe your positive comment will motivate the author to update. but you don’t say “it’s been ___ months or years”. fanfics writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re just kind enough to let you read their works for free. stop being rude and entitled to fanfic writers.
Cigarette cake
sometimes you guys yurify a couple and suddenly theyre all cutesy and innocent and perfectly loving. wrong. those girls better be making out nasty style and stabbing each other and being ugly and weird and irascible just like their male counterparts. in fact. even MORE so. they should be NASTIER and BLOODIER and CRAZIER!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Tumblr Algorithm is Killing FanFiction Creativity and Visibility
^The readers are too
1. The "Rich Get Richer" Cycle
Tumblr’s "For You" feed prioritize posts that already have high engagement. This creates a Domino Effect: popular writers are pushed to the top while newer, talented writers stay buried. Because readers only see mainstream tropes and the same repetitive characterizations, they assume that’s all that exists. This fuels the exact discourse I’m tired of hearing—people complaining about a "lack of variety" when they’re simply not being shown the full picture.
2. The Death of the "Recent/Latest" Tab
Tumblr used to be purely chronological, but now it’s trying to mimic the "infinite scroll" of Instagram or TikTok.
The Glitchy Gatekeeper: The "Latest" tab is often broken or hidden, meaning smaller writers rely 100% on reblogs to be seen.
The Social Tax: If you aren’t part of the popular clique, your work stays buried. Without reblogs from big creators, your stories never leave your dashboard. This turns writing into a social competition where visibility depends on who you know rather than what you write, making the community feel like an exclusive club instead of a creative space. The algorithm doesn't help you; only other people can, and people are often picky about who they "endorse" with a reblog.
3. "Just Use the Tags"—Except Tags are Broken
To tie in with the last point: Tumblr has changed. As @umber-cinders noted, tags used to be the go-to search option. Now, the search engine prioritizes keywords within the post or specific "top" results. If you aren't using the exact SEO-friendly words the algorithm wants, your story stays invisible.
4. Tumblr Was Never Built for Fanfiction
Unlike AO3 (Archive of Our Own), which functions as a library, Tumblr is a micro-blogging site.
No Real Search: Trying to find a specific niche—like a Black Reader story with a specific personality—can be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even if you use the right tags, the search function is awful.
The Interaction Trap: On AO3, you search for tags; on Tumblr, you follow personalities. This shifts the focus from the story to the creator. Have you noticed how bigger creators rarely support smaller writers? They often only reblog their mutuals, creating a closed loop that keeps outsiders out.
No "Slow Burn" Discovery: On AO3, a story from 2015 can still get hits today because people search by specific tags. On Tumblr, once a post is a week old, it is effectively "dead" unless someone happens to reblog it again.
The Bottom Line: Tumblr's algorithm doesn't care about quality or diversity—it cares about momentum.
5. "Visibility" and Status Symbols
People treat notes like a status symbol rather than a measure of quality. When people complain that "all Black reader fics are the same," they are admitting they only follow the most popular accounts and haven't put in the work to find smaller creators. They blame writers for a "lack of diversity," but the blame actually lies with the algorithm and lazy consumption habits. If you aren't reblogging, commenting, or digging past the "Top" feed, you are part of the problem.
On Tumblr, a like is just a private bookmark, but a reblog is an act of community support. Writers rely entirely on their readers to act as the distribution system. When you like a post without reblogging it, you are essentially telling the writer, "I enjoyed this, but I don’t want anyone else to see it." Reblogging is the only way to break through the 'cliques' and the broken search tags to help smaller, more diverse creators find an audience. If you want to see more stories that feature Black women with substance, or characters that don't fit a single mold, you have to be the one to push those stories onto other people's dashboards. Visibility isn't a gift the algorithm gives us; it's something we have to build for each other.
Support your writers. Find different platforms. And most importantly: Write.
Dividers by @uzmacchiato
fushiguro megumi x reader ╱ you want to love a boy the way you love the ocean… excuse any mistakes please
it was quite silly, really. stupid even. the ocean is so beautiful, so much of it unknown to the humankind, so much to learn and explore, so much more to love. there wasn’t anything you loved more than the chill water that felt like heaven, called the ocean.
well until you met megumi. you didn’t think it was possible for you to love anything—much less someone— more than you adore the ocean. but then he waltzed in like he belonged in your heart, like it was meant to long for him. he’s kind to you, he makes you laugh, he always brings you a flower when the two of you meet up, he holds you hand and it fits yours perfectly, and he keeps you warm when shivers of cold penetrate your skin.
he sat at the beach with you, toes in the sand, bodies pressed side to side against another, and your head on his shoulder, even when you know he’s not particularly in favour of public displays. but here at the beach, by the ocean, your sweet dear ocean you’ve loved since you were a mare infant, he let you lean on him, he let you love him outside of walls and closed windows.
you would sit here before him, alone with your thoughts, your emotions, or more so lack of understanding of them, and your unrestrained containment of the sorrows you burdened. you held everything in because you were expected to behave when all you wanted was to be understood like the ocean did.
you never thought you would grow to love him as much as he loved you, but you told yourself that you would try. because he deserved that much. but in the end you came to love him so much you never thought that love like this existed. meeting megumi was like finding a part of your soul you had lost, it sunk to the bottom of the ocean far out of reach. maybe that’s why you loved it so much, why you spent hours everyday sitting in the sand like it was the arms of a lover that wouldn’t let go. because it was here where you were destined to meet him, here where you were meant to find yourself.
“i love you…” quiet words fell breathlessly from your lips, a cool breeze on your face and the sounds of waves fell in sync with his light breaths.
you heard the small gasp in the rhythmic pattern of his respir, but was quickly masked by his words, “…i love you too…”
❝ JJK CHARACTERS WHEN YOU..
╰┈➤ always have food on you (as in even in the middle of battle..) (๑˃ᴗ˂)🍫و ❞
✧. - short - fluff - OOC!! ⩩♥︎₊˚
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⋆.ೃ࿔* Out Of Breath ~ yuij
≈ 654 words masterlist!
“I can’t breathe, Yuji,” you choked out with a laugh. He was dead weight, his entire torso sprawled over yours like a heavy blanket, crushing the oxygen right out of your lungs.
“Too bad,” he mumbled into your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. He nuzzled deeper, seeking out your warmth. “You’re so comfyyyy. And you smell like that strawberry lotion. I’m never leaving now. I’m attaching myself to you for life like a parasite. You’re stuck.”
You rolled your eyes, hands already moving on muscle memory, threading through those soft pink strands. The second your nails grazed his scalp, you felt the tension leave him in one long, shuddering exhale that vibrated against your skin. This was the nightly ritual. He would find his way to you, seeking the only place where he didn't have to be a protector or a vessel, where he could just be a boy.
“I love you so much,” he whispered. The playful edge had bled out of his voice, replaced by a raw honesty that made your chest ache. He shifted, sliding down just enough until his ear was pressed firmly over your heart.
Hey Deku!
Oh-! H-Hey Kacchan! What do you want?
Did you eat my special Bakugo Brownies?
Oh! Yeah I did Kacchan, why?
YOU DAMN NERD! Those brownies have Bakugos Special Baku-Sauce in them!
A-And what's the sauces Kacchan?
I can't continue with this
ill continue ive been doing this shit for forever
*bakugou looks away, guilt and lust raging in his crimson fiery orbs*
"sometimes.. the alpha just has to release his damned emotions, deku!!!!!"
*he growls, face and ears blushed red*
*deku stutters, blinking back tears*
"o-oh kacchan, you mean I, deku, got to eat your special bakugou brownies? w- w- wow!! this has to go in my notebook!!"
*he hurriedly writes down 'kacchans sperm mixed with brownies... same properties as nitroglycerin like sweat?'*
"WAIT DEKU!!! THOSE SPECIAL BAKUGOU BROWNIES HAD.. HAD MY SWEAT IN THEM!!"
*bakugou roars with rage*
"i-it's okay kacchan.. ill die forever happy like this..."
[deku explodes. bakugou howls with anger, cursing himself for not labeling the brownies]
helping hands . sukuna x reader : sukuna hates physical touch but he tries for you
sukuna wasn't one for affection. touch simply made his skin crawl. unfortunately, your love language was physical touch. the first few weeks of dating sukuna was the hardest. every touch you'd have to apologize for. it was hard for you.
you wanted to hold his hand or cuddle with him when you watched a movie.
you liked sukuna enough to get used to it. you used words or small gifts to show him your love and he was grateful you weren't too pushy about touch.
you were in the kitchen getting a cup of tea to drink. your tummy was hurting and tea always helped calm it down.
sukuna knew your stomach was hurting. he knew the routine you'd take. drink warm tea and put a heating pad till the pain went away.
sukuna also knew his hands were warm.
he sat on the couch listening to you warm up so water for your tea. he was debating going and helping you out. touch just wasn't something he liked but he wanted to help you. you were in pain and if he could help, he wanted to.
he got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen. your back was turned towards him and he allowed himself to think about this a little longer.
he was about to touch you.
he watched you hunch over the counter and hold your tummy while the water warmed up and he made his final decision.
he approached you and slipped his hands under your shirt. he pressed them onto your tummy, warming your skin with his hands.
he felt you freeze for a second before melting against him. he was tense. he wasn't used to this and he definitely didn't like it but he wanted to do it for you.
he hesitantly started to move his thumb gently over your skin. hoping to soothe the pain in your stomach.
you didn't say anything. you didn't even move. you were afraid one wrong move and he'd pull away.
sukuna stayed close though. evenutally hiding his face in your neck. he held you when you made your tea and followed you to your bedroom. he layed next to you, keeping his hand on your tummy.
sukuna hated physical touch, but he'd try for you.
No no I get it. Someone’s tastes in fiction don’t reflect their beliefs. But also why is it that you get so angry about seeing aromantic and asexual characters in media. Let’s unpack that.
Yeah I know. “Just let people have fun!” But why aren’t aromantic and asexual characters fun. Why is it only fun when they’re in allo relationships. Why aren’t their other relationships fun enough for you. Do you think that maybe that might say something about you.
This is to inform you that I didn’t die young.
Jim Harrison, Barking
"but what if people think I'm cringe?" just be yourself
there's a secret about myself that even i don't know yet blooming inside my chest and one day it will claw it's way out whether i have a say in it or not
bedrotting with bf!megumi ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
you’re underneath the covers with your boyfriend in his bed, wrapped in megumi’s warm embrace.
the feeling of sturdy arms around your waist grounds you. the side of your head is pressed against his chest, serving as a warm pillow. it’s cozy and warm underneath the blanket, where your legs are all tangled together with his.
you’re both scrolling away on your phones, subdued audios coming from your respective devices.
“you comfy?” your spiky-haired boyfriend gently mumbles.
“mhm…” you hum back in response.
there’s faint fabric rustling noises as megumi shuffles around to wrap an arm tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. a comfortable silence enveloping you two.
the soft rhythm of his heartbeat lulls you to drowsiness like a lullaby. you bury your phone somewhere in the opulence of blanket.
you tilt your head to catch a glimpse of your man, all chiseled jaw, long lashes with a pair of the dreamiest dark blue eyes. his name rolls off your tongue like a delicate melody. “gumi…”
he hums back in response, eyes glued to his phone. “yeah, sweetheart?”
“i wanna take a nap…”
megumi mutters back flatly, “sleep then, baby. no one’s stopping you.”
your lips press together in a pout as you protest, “but you have to take a nap with me, gumi!”
“in a bit, baby.”
your hand gently pushes his phone down until it hits the bed with a soft thud!
you snuggle impossibly closer to your boyfriend, wearing a triumphant smile. “it’s naptime.”
soon, you feel both arms wrap around your waist. megumi buries his face into your hair, taking a soft inhale of your shampoo. he mumbles so softly against the crown of your head, you almost didn’t hear it, “so demanding…”
nonetheless, your man holds you like you’re an angel that heaven let slip through just for him, like you were meant to be kept safe in his hands.
but megumi would rather die than utter that into existence.
you’re comforted by surrounded by the musky, clean scent that is so megumi, all warm and cozy. soon enough, the both of you drift off to dreamland in each other’s warm embrace, breathing in sync.
after an hour, your eyes flutter open, awakened by your nap. you rub away the sleep from your eyes before glancing at megumi only to find him gazing down at you all along.
his hand reaches up to affectionately brush strands of your hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin. megumi watches your face as he whispers softly, “did you sleep okay?”
a small smile blooms on your face. “mhm…”
“good,” he mutters, his lips ghosting the top of your head, you could have sworn he pressed a delicate kiss to your scalp.
a soothing quiet blankets the two of you as you draw shapes on his chest and he holds you tight, breathing you in.
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“gumi?” you say sweetly.
“yeah, baby?”
“if we took a dna test and found out we were related, would you still date me?”
you could feel your boyfriend holding back a sigh at your strange hypotheticals that you love to ask him. he thinks you conjured those up for the sole purpose of mentally tormenting him.
“baby… now, in what world would this ever be a realistic possibility?”
“just answer, gumi!”
you could practically see the gears turn in megumi’s head before he announces flatly, “i’m not answering that.”
“but gumi—!” you whine, your hand grabbing at his.
he cuts you off by shushing you gently, cradling your delicate hand and pressing a brief yet loving kiss to your palm. his bulky arms wrapped around you tighter in an affectionate attempt to get you to pipe down as he reaches towards the nightstand to get his phone.
you take it as a queue to pick up your phone as well, your hand grabbing at the blankets to find the device.
once you found it, both of you settle into another half an hour scrolling away on your respective devices. 
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occasionally, you see a romantic video and show it to him with an excited “gumi, look!”. and he sees a cute video that reminds him of you and wordlessly tilts his screen for you to watch.
the sky has turned dark by the time you were exhausted from hours of bed rotting and doomscrolling.
you place your phone back down on his bed, snuggling into him once more like a cuddle bug.
you hear a soft thud! as he places his phone on his nightstand.
he keeps one arm around your waist, his other hand intertwines with yours.
megumi gently asks, “tired, sweetheart?”
you nod with a tired pout. “mhm…”
“sleep, baby. i got you.” he softly reassures you.
even after you close your pretty eyes and your breathing evens out, your boyfriend’s navy blue eyes never leave your face.
he watches you slipping to slumber in his arms as if committing each facial feature, each area of your face, the warmth of you against him to memory.
and just like that, the world dimmed just enough to make room for you, his pretty angel that heaven personally entrusted him to love and keep safe.
loving you came before everything even as he slips into slumber with you in his arms.
from the desk of ©blushbunnyyy. 𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ creds to @cursed-carmine for bow divider!!