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just a random thought but I feel like there's a difference between how I view my disabilities, like I feel like I actually suffer from my social anxiety but my ADHD is more like an asshole roommate that I've been dealing with since before I can remember
that’s understandable. certain things have more of a day-to-day impact than others.
Happy birthday!!
Thank you so much kurage14 >.<
Zoro, Law, Smoker, and Mihawk kissing headcanons?
Mod Miny:
Zoro:
- Probably the most enthusiastic of this bunch, though that’s probably not saying much given my tame headcanons.
- He likes for his partner to take control of the kiss whenever possible, unless they’ve issued him some kind of a challenge.
- Teeth are generally a no-no for him, but tongue is almost always a must if they are making out.
- Favorite place to kiss his partner is the side of their head.
Law:
- When he’s affectionate, he likes to kiss his partner very slowly as is pretty tame compared to other characters that I could think of.f
- That being said, when he’s in the mood, he’s very much a take-charge and passionate type of kisser.
- Likes to nip has his partner’s lower lip.
- Favorite place to kiss his partner is either the forehead or the back of the neck (right along their spine)
Smoker:
- Generally not into a whole lot of PDA, so kissing is pretty rare for him.
- He actually very much prefers chaste kisses, and will more often than not kiss the corner of his partner’s mouth rather than directly.
- Favorite place to kiss his partner is right under their jaw.
Mihawk:
- Like Smoker, I don’t see him kissing his partner directly on the lips very often.
- Likes to kiss his partner on the hand, especially fingertips
Mod Opossum:
Zoro:
-He likes kissing, more than the other three on the list.
-He can get a little aggressive about it, which will further fire him up.
Law:
-Is into kissing in private.
-Slow, no tongue or teeth because that makes more mess.
Smoker:
-It’s infrequent and always surprising when it happens. He’s pretty chaste, especially when he’s in public. Maybe even stiff.
-Prefers the forehead kiss.
Mihawk:
-A great romantic, he’d start at the hands and move to the feet.
-He take his sweet damn time too.
That adhd feel when you bring a stimming toy to school and everyone wants to play with it like ummm bro I know it looks cool but can you stop please? I kind of need that. Honesty I've had to stop bringing them because of that (and I occasionally loose them) so I've resorted to wearing long chain necklaces
at least u look ~~*~stylish~*~~ amirite
I am seeing surprisingly little of the hot cop on this blog so what better way to add to this small collection than with some Amon angst when his s/o reveals to him that they're the ghoul he's been chasing after this entire time ψ(｀∇´)ψ
Heyo just thought of more hot cop angst where Amon is trying (and failing) to not fall for the ghoul he’s investigating
~I managed to combine the two! Hope you don’t mind. It got a little long, I had way too much fun writing this~
Amon wiped his forehead with his shirtsleeve, drenching the fabric in sweat as the sun beat down on him. Why was it whenever he had guard duty outside, the weather decided to make his world a living hell? Usually Amon loved his cop uniform, how it fit snugly and caused people to stare when he walked by, but right now the suffocating fabric was a sweaty prison, and all he wanted to do was go into the air-conditioned office and savor the cold breeze.
Alas, he had to stand guard outside the CCG instead of waste time in the police force division of the building. Fuck, he thought as the air seemed to heat up another hundred degrees as he stood, trying not to look too bored.
This was all because of Raven, the SS rated ghoul that made Amon’s life hell. He hadn’t met them, but it was because of Raven that hours of unpaid overtime were doled out, security was at an all-time high, and moral was generally… shitty.
Amon’s moral was certainly shitty, and he was ready to throttle Raven the moment he saw them. All he wanted was to be at home with his s/o, cuddled together and eating take-out from the dingy little restaurant next to their apartment. For Raven to take that away from him... that was the real crime.
There was nothing Amon wanted to protect more than his s/o. The thought of Raven, running wild, a threat to all humans, especially a threat to his s/o... it just made his blood boil. If he saw Raven, even heard the name, he swore to God-
The blare of an alarm on his phone jolted Amon out of his angry stupor.
“Code Red, Code Red, Raven spotted two point five miles away from CCG, all forces ready for combat, I repeat, Code Red, Code Red, Raven spotted two point-”
It was as if the gods had answered his prayers right then and there, Amon thought. Amon checked his holster, glad to feel the reassuring coldness of his Q Gun.
“Oh no you don’t leave yet.”
Amon jumped from surprise, then turned around to face the cloaked figure behind him. He hadn’t seen this person ever before, but their bird mask made their alias obvious.
“Raven.”
They laughed, “Oh, sweetie, if only you could see my face right now.”
“I don’t need to see it to know that my job is to kill you right here and now.”
There was silence, and then Raven spoke again, their voice lower and more serious.
“Listen, I sent a decoy to drag everyone else away so I could talk to you, yes, you. Don’t feel special, I know your little sweetheart and they wanted me to talk to you.”
Amon did a double take. “What?”
“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe you can’t see my face.” Raven yanked off their mask, revealing a more streamlined black face covering that hid all but their eyes. Amon’s gaze lingered on their lips, confused as to why they were acting so casually around him, a cop.
Raven closed the gap between the two, clearly enjoying teasing Amon, who was motionless from the shock. This is not how he expected Raven to be. Raven was supposed to be evil and murderous, not this laughing person who was - dare he say it - flirting with him?
“Anyways, I’m rolling my eyes.” Raven was about to continue their sentence, but the wail of alarms in the distance threw them off guard. “Shit! That’s my cue to leave.”
They darted away, but then quickly raced back and pecked Amon on the cheek.
“Catch you later, Mr. Hot Cop.” Amon was frozen, and could only stare as they disappeared into the distance.
-----
It was three in the morning and Amon still hadn’t slept. His s/o hadn’t come home, his mind was full of Raven, and he felt like utter shit.
He had seen the ghoul three more times since their first meeting, each as confusing as the last. Why were they the exact opposite of what he expected? Why did they seem so familiar?
He knew the feel of those lips anywhere. That had to be... no it couldn’t. It made no sense. He had seen them eat in front of him... or had he? His s/o was always on a diet, and all they ever ordered was coffee when they went out to eat. Those late night disappearances, flaky excuses... it made sense... but.... why would his s/o be Raven?
Amon threw the pillow across the room. It hit the wall with a thunk, and crashed into the picture frame of his s/o, knocking it down and shattering the glass.
“Shit!” He raced to see what damage he had caused. As he started to pick up the shards of glass, paying no mind to the sting as his palm sliced into shreds, Amon’s body collapsed.
He wept, the tears mingling with his blood and forming ribbons of pain and sorrow that trailed down his arms and pooled onto the floor. The thought of his s/o being Raven was a stab to his heart, wrenching all of what he thought to be true out of his brain and ripping it into shreds in front of his eyes.
But, even after all this.... he still loved them. He loved them so much that he wanted to scream, to scream out his sorrow and anguish and close his eyes and never see the light of day again, to feel something, anything, besides this confusion that clouded his mind.
Amon fell on his side, his sobs slowing down and his mind clearing. All he could do was wait until the next time he saw Raven, and then... confront them. What would happen, happen. Good or bad, he had to know the truth.
-----
Three days passed. No sign of Raven, and no sign of his s/o.
Amon had barely moved. Work was all forgotten. Food not an issue. Amon was a husk of who he was before, a statue sitting by the front door, waiting for a sign, any sign, that his s/o was okay.
A knock at the door. A spark of hope, for the first time in what seemed like forever.
Amon jumped up.
He opens it.
Another cop.
Raven is dead.
They need Amon to come in for questioning about the ghoul’s alias in daily life.
Then,
Blackness.
kurage14 replied to your post “Another question. Is having super shaky hands attributed to...”
Actually I've found that one of the side effects of taking Conserta is jitteryness
Of course; Concerta is a stimulant medication, and that's a thing that it does. But the question was whether shaky hands is attributable to ADHD, not to the medication. Shaky hands may come with anxiety (another reason stimulants can cause shaky hands), but they aren't part and parcel with ADHD. :)
-J
Can I just say that you have officially broken me. I saw your “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Tadashi fic a couple days ago and scrolled past it because I'm in denial like most of the fandom but I came across it again today and figured, hey it's dead week I might as well damage my mental state even more before finals, and now I'm crying. Thank you for your beautiful yet highly emotionally damaging writing.
omg im sorry
if that broke you, then i think you'd hate the TadashixReaderxHiro story i have that's based off of that text post. lol
