I just found out about cc x cc fan fictions I’m so used to cc x reader stop it
TikTok has to be one of the most draining fucking cesspools of the most fucking sensitive people in fandom spaces that whatever god has to offer.
I get cancelled and rightfully so because I was absolutely shitty back then.
And why do people get mad that I’m doing a lot better and currently seeing my psychiatrist about my narcissistic tendencies.
Why are people on TikTok MOSTLY FANDOM SPACES so anti-hey I’m getting better to improve my shitty behavior.
Like I just wasted 5 years of my life on TikTok being around awful people who didn’t encourage me to get help and didn’t see anything wrong with my actions. Now I’m literally trying to repair 5 years of being an insufferable little shit.
For all my Shigaraki x Junko fans please flood her with asks I am so insanely bored
I like to think that Junko likes to dress up Shigaraki’s dogs in little outfits. She was originally a cat person and surprisingly never seen a corgi before in person.
Literally I’m picturing her going like this when Mon-Chan prances up to her in a princess outfit
NO YALL HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS!!!!!
GYARU HIMIKO TOGA
THOSE WHO KNOW FUCKING KNOW
Junko’s mother language is Korean.
She knows enough Japanese to get her by. She knows enough Japanese to know what to do in missions n stuff of the sort.
Her main issue is casual conversations and slang.
Cause when she hears toga and twice talking she often just stands there like
Junko, probably:
"dabi without his scars" "shigaraki without his skin condition" "todoroki without his scar" okay you can just say you hate skin that isnt perfect and go. no one likes you
RIP Tomura Shigaraki you would’ve loved starting every sentence with “chat,”
I’m gonna fucking have a breakdown /pos
this man has never met an alien he couldn’t parent
“I-I can turn things into dry ice from the inside out.” She says. Junko nods at Yumiko’s advice.
She looks up at Shigaraki.
“By then, I can just put enough force on them it’ll shatter then and then they will dissipate into the air.” She says.
“Do… you want me to demonstrate?” She asks innocently.
Dabi had already had a rough day. He sighed softly as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
He dipped in a nearby alleyway that was close to the base that was out of sight enough so he could have a ‘smoke break’.
Then, he heard crying- familiar crying.
He stopped and stared behind the trash can curiously.
It was his friend, moreso customer.
He had known that she had an awful case of PTSD. He was one of the only ones to know about her past actions and what she did. She stopped and looked up at him, it appeared she was chewing on her own hand.
She quickly hid her hand in her pocket just to hide it.
“Junko-chan.. What the hell was that?”
No response, just staring.
He pointed to his own ears, which prompted Junko to turn on her hearing aids.
“What..” She spat.
“What were you doing just now, with your hand?” He asked.
“Nothing! Bore off!” She said, obviously not in the right state of mind.
He glared, and then suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck.
“You better be lucky you’re like a little sister to me.” He then started to drag her like a cat at the back of her own jacket.
“Where are you taking me?” She whimpered, saying through sobs.
“Just to meet some friends of my own.” Dabi responded.
He then made it to the bar, knocking, staring at the little peephole in the doorframe. He then got on his phone and texted Yumiko.
‘Hey. I’m at the door. Brought a friend.’
“This is humiliating”. She covered her face. “Just let me have a fucking breakdown in peace.”
He sighed, slightly crouching to her level.
“If I let you do that you were gonna chew your hand off. And I need you to get me food in exchange for my fucking weed. Besides, I like your cooking.” He then held the back of her jacket again.
“You’re like a fucking rat, Junko-chan.” He chuckled to himself.