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Tryin 2 explain bfg pin arc in 2 panels ^_^ guys have u heard of aus. Guys have u heard of this. Aus. For the people. Wow. i tried 2 upload this n tumblr said it failed it BETTER not upload twice otherwise.*whips out a hammer* yknow.
"The Prime Minister is dead."
Summary: Canon Divergence of Mabini did not die of Cholera. But instead he went to war with Aguinaldo when he didn't resigned as the Prime Minister. However, when they got on Northern Luzon on Isabela with the Americans in pursuit. As General del Pilar went to Tirad Pass and was defeated years ago. Aguinaldo's main camp in Palanan was ambushed with dozens of Americans troops. And then their own soldiers betrayed Aguinaldo by trying to apprehend them. While Mabini is inside the camp trying to calm the situation, he was sniped by one of the American soldier and shot him through the chest. (asdkjasgd Correct me if I'm wrong asghdhjasgd I haven't read the entire history about the Malolos Republic-) But this was a bit of my thoughts of wonder if Mabini went with Aguinaldo till he was captured. Resulting the biggest tragedy in those times with Mabini.
a pearl for your thoughts
angst/fluff ：college au , fem!reader implied , one-sided love , reader has low confidence and is really shy in the beginning
an ： i got tired in the end so this is gonna have multiple parts. this was originally written with the title amaryllis (a flower that represents one sided love I KNOW IM SUCHA GEEK) but i changed it last minute and I don’t have the energy to remove the underlying plant/flower theme
. . . 🎬 🌷 I 🌷 II 🌷 III
it was 2:09 am and there you were , sitting comfortably in your little rolly chair with a pen and paper and hundreds of unfinished and rejected drafts in your plastic trash bin.
usually at this time , you would be doing some sort of homework or writing paragraphs for school and such. tonight, you were certainly writing paragraphs. but for more.. personal reasons. you spent the past hour and a half trying to compose the perfect love letter for him. gojo satoru.
when you and satoru first met , it was the midst of summer. the humidity was probably messing with your head because at first sight , you had thought he wasn't real. i mean, he couldn't have been. he was the human embodiment of beauty. his azure gaze set on yours as your friend introduced him to you and you unintentionally confessed your “love” for him on spot. in reality , it was just your head thinking that you recognizing his beauty as instant love and just slipped out. as embarrassing as it was to have everyone hear your supposed to be inner thoughts come out of your mouth, you can't help but me grateful for that moment because that's when your friendship had begun to sprout.
summer is rough , but arguably the best part about it is that it's perfect beach weather. one of your classmates , juniper , had arranged a beach day and invited everyone in all of her classes , including you. this was one of the first ever events that you had been invited to that wasn't a family thing and you were super excited. you happily accepted this hangout invitation and went to the mall to get a new bathing suit.
bathing suit shopping was harder than you thought it would be. the stock followed the fashion trends and bikinis are totally in. the large collection of bikinis was overwhelming ( especially how revealing they were ) , but you had managed to find a modest white bikini with pink flowers printed nicely on the top and bottom.
the sun shined down upon the beautiful sandy beach and you had finally made it to the beach. you were glad you took this day to have a little beach day. you definitely needed it. you took out your towel and set it near juniper's towel , as she was really the only person you knew , even if it was just from one little interaction. "oh my gosh !!!!" a voice squealed behind you. "y/n !!! 'm so glad you could make it!!! i didn't think you'd come since you're such a loner , but i'm so glad you did." she smiled brightly. only she could be that backhanded while genuinely trying to be nice. "you need anything ? like sunscreen ... or water .. oh , and we have this new really coo-" she paused , distracted and dazed by something , or rather someone behind you. you awkwardly smiled at her ans took a glance behind you , and there he was. there stood the tall , white-haired man that you'd been dreaming about.
she dragged you over to the umbrella everyone was sharing and introduced you to her friends. "heyy !!!! guys , guys , guys! ya know that cute , quiet girl with h/c hair that i invited ?? meet y/n!" you greeted them all awkwardly with a small 'hey' or 'hi' and were returned with the same energy. you didn’t know anybody and you weren't very experienced with getting social with people so you couldn't hold a conversation very well either. however , when you went to greet another one of her friends , one specific word came to mind.
angelic.
gojo satoru was the embodiment of beauty , with charming facial features , distinctive blue eyes the color of the sky , along with a toned body , he was gorgeous. ethereal. you could already tell you would fall in love with him , hell , you already were.
but somehow , these thoughts got past your brain and instead came out of your mouth , heavily flattering the man before you .
and that was how you met your soon - to - be love of your life .
🌷 🌷 🌷
the water was perfect tempature for swimming. you dipped your foot in the water and then your leg and next thing you know , you're already shoulder deep. you're bored and everyone else was having a great time over at the umbrellas so you decided to look for shells to quell your bordem. ever since you were about 5 years old , you've always loved collecting shiny items such as keys , jewels , tin foil , coins and occasionally shells.
after a couple hundred seashells later , you find a clam and 5 seconds later , you find yourself desperately trying to pry it open , in hopes of finding a pearl.
unfortunately , due to your lack of muscle strength , the clam remained shut , unwilling to open up to the world. (sound familiar ?)
a shadow appeared above you , as well as a water droplet that fell on your nose. “y/n was it ?” a sultry voice said. you looked up at the source of the voice and low and behold it’s “gojo satoru. you can call me satoru. don’t think we’ve met before ,” he smirks. “besides you confessing your undying love for me earlier.” your cheeks turned red as you’re reminded of how you publicly embarrassed yourself in front of the whole graduating class of 2023.
“yes , you’re right , it’s y/n” you politely reply. “sorry for that , by the way. i didn’t mean to say that.” you smile awkwardly. “no reason to apologize ! and don’t worry about it , i get it all the time darling.” he cockily stated. “need a hand ?” you looked back down at your hands , still holding the clam. you had long forgotten about this calm , as you were enamored by his unique lavender scent. after all , smelling good is one of the best ways to instantly be more attractive.
“actually , yeah. i could use a hand.” you passed the shut clam to gojo and without a sweat , he opens it. inside is a pearl. a pink pearl to symbolize love.
autumn had arrrived. it was a few months into this friendship , you couldn't help but notice these small things he did for you that he didn't used to before , such as opening the door for you , playfully teasing you about small compliments and such. he had gotten more comfortable with you , and of course , so had you. he had given you support as a friend and had helped you gain some confidence and a crush from his compliments and unnecessary affection. you didn't think much of your newly developed crush yet , because although you two were good friends, you were miles away from him in social status , in beauty , in... everything , really. painful it was to have a crush on someone who could never like you back , he was still your friend and that would suffice for you. plus, you should get over this silly crush in a week or two, right ?
wrong. in the next month , your feelings seemed to grow even stronger than before. he had plucked the delicate petals of your heart just right and made you fall for him unknowingly. you were like putty in his hands , easily swayed by his flirtatious persona and handsome looks. he was the definition of beautiful and he knew it. you would never admit it to his face but , he was the most attractive person you'd ever seen. and it definitely didn’t help that people often mistook you for a couple.
you didn't even remember it yourself but today was your birthday and surprisingly enough , gojo had put on the sweetest ( figuratively and literally ) and most minimal birthday party ever, just the way you liked it. he got in by using the extra key underneath the doormat and sneakily set everything up.
when you got home , your 'best friend' was awaiting you near a bountifully filled dessert table, decorated with lavender scented candles (gojo’s signature scent) and soft pink chocolate pearls adorning the tiny cupcakes. your cheeks stain with shades of red and pink as you excitedly smile , in thought of how much effort gojo had put into trying to make your birthday a special day.
you and gojo went on to grow even closer. by september , he had become apart of your daily life at this point. every single day he showered you in love and affection and everyday, you fell twice as hard as the last. at this point , your so-called 'crush' had developed into something more and somewhere deep underneath your barricaded heart, you knew it.
first love was not something you had ever experienced until you met him. he constantly watered your starved heart and unknowingly blossomed something inside of you.
🌷 🌷 🌷
part two is in the making xx 💋 !
Ruptured.
Gojo x reader
Warnings: cheating. alcohol. Major character death. Self harm. Blood. Not proofread. Tiny bit of nfsw too ig.
Overview: gojo realising how much he loved you too late.
Again and again and again. He has done this so many times that you couldn't cry anymore, couldn't feel anything anymore. You were like a hollow shell being used for his pleasure.
He said he loved you tho, he did.... didn't he? Oh yes, he did. He loved you so much that every night he'd spend fucking a girl while you waited for him, worried out of your mind.
"I'm the strongest" was all he said when you tried to explain all the worries bundled up in your chest. The sly smile. The smell of bright perfumes, the lipstic stains around his clothes, hickeys on his chest, scratches covering his upper body. It was enough to prove he wasn't fighting curses while you stayed up all the nights waiting for him.
And then he'd come back. Hold you up in his arms after a fresh bath. Kiss you, tickle you, love you like he wasn't going behind you every night. "I love you" he lied so beautifully that you had no choice but to stay.
You were weak, pathetic, your friends would send you pictures of him kissing other girls in the clubs and you would simply refuse to believe it was him. As if you didn't remember his beautiful white hair, his face proportions, his clothes, his everything like the back of your hand.
"i love you" he'd pant as he pushed himself inside you deeper making you cry. Your hands clenched the sheets like your life depended on it. He rutted inside you praising you, telling you how beautiful you were, how you felt so good against him, how much he loved you.
You couldn't hold the tears back, you didn't know if it was from the way your body shuddered against him in pleasure or because of the stinging pain filling your chest as the images your friends sent you flashed inside Your brain.
Unrequited (George Weasley)
Word Count: 1.0k
Summary: Song fic for Pink in the Night by Mitski.
A/N: Sad reader and unrequited love. No reader pronouns used. No happy ending. No Angelina slander!!
I glow pink in the night in my room I’ve been blossoming alone over you
Sitting cross-legged on your bed, you held another letter from your best friend, George, in your hands. The soft light from the candle on your bedside table illuminated the parchment just enough to make out the scratchy writing.
The bond between you and George was indescribable. When the two of you were together, nothing else seemed to matter. When you were apart, his laughter would echo in your head and you would find yourself thinking about him even in the most mundane moments of the day. You knew he didn’t share your infatuation, but you were alright with that. Being near him in a platonic way was enough for you.
You had met the twins in your first year after you had caught them pulling a prank on Professor Snape. Instead of calling attention to their antics, you created a distraction and allowed them to get away undetected. They immediately warmed up to you and you spent the entirety of your years at Hogwarts with the troublemaking redheads.
*plops this down in front of you and scampers away*
the truth about narnia
when you think about the pevensie's, your first thoughts might be about how lucky they were to have experienced such an adventure and escape the harsh realities of our world. maybe you thought about how much you wished to swap places with them and enter a world full of magic and wonder, of nymphs and dryads, of fauns and centaurs.
unfortunately, this is only one minuscule part of the pevensie's adventure in narnia, the rest is not as pleasant.
more often than not, narnia was a world full of terror and murder, of manipulators and liars, of witches and beasts.
we've romanticized the idea of getting thrown into a world different than ours that we've completely forgotten that no matter how perfect someplace may seem, it's only that; it seems perfect.
the pevensie siblings were only children when they were forced to face a war head on. they had just left their original home to escape one war but it seems as though narnia had other plans.
lucy was 8 years old when she received a dagger and a cordial that would heal even those with the most gruesome of injuries, implying that the horrifying sight of death and violence was in the near future.
edmund was 10 years old when he was captured and manipulated by the evil, cold hearted witch. for a while he was sure that he would be responsible for the deaths of his siblings, and that their blood would be on his hands.
susan was 12 years old when she was handed a bow and a quiver full of arrows, with the expectation that she would kill in the name of this new country she and her siblings happened to stumble upon.
peter was 13 years old when he was handed a sword and a shield and was forced to lead an entire army to victory, the weight of an unfamiliar and broken country's legacy heavy on his young shoulders.
the pevensie siblings were only children when large titles and crowns far too heavy for their heads were shoved upon them, when they were forced to rule over a strange, new environment.
eventually as the years passed, their memories of england started to trickle from their minds as they slowly became accustomed to the ways and traditions of their new home. soon, england became like a fragment of a dream that you vaguely remember having, but can't for the life of you remember exactly what said dream had been about.
even though narnia became more of a home to them throughout their 15 year reign than england ever had or ever will be, their life in narnia was never easy, nor was it as peaceful as everyone deemed it to have been.
they experienced festivals, feasts, friendships, excitement and love as much as they experienced wars, battles, violence, betrayals and deaths. some argue that the latter even more.
the pevensie siblings were only 8, 10, 12, and 13 years old when they encountered their first brush with death. it continued up until the day they fell back through the wardrobe to england and into the old professor's house in the country.
while at first glance, narnia may seem like the perfect and beautiful place to live out the rest of your days, don't let its appearance fool you too much.
if you look closely enough, you'll see that the once friendly looking fauns have daggers in their eyes, and the once majestic looking field of wildflowers has blood seeping through its roots instead of water.
the once regal and wise looking monarchs have a more sinister side, revealed only underneath the cloak of darkness and shadows, and the once kind hearted looking lion has sharper teeth than you ever imagined was possible.