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A place to relax
#osomatsu-san#osomatsu san#ichimatsu#karamatsu#iromatsu#18!ichimatsu#18!karamatsu#yanagita#piedraws#comic#finally finished this#it was one panel away from completion for almost two months oof#unsatisfied with a lot of it but oh well!#finished not perfect#and I do like how some of it turned out#gave up on my plans of formatting it into actual pages#“short comic” I said. well. it's a oneshot#just a random idea I had#hope you like it :)
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Fanfic Recommendations: Writers
I thought of making this kind of list for a while now, since in my notes I save writers when I like most/all their fics (instead of saving each work individually)
This list is going to be very long, I'm gonna try to add to each writer a little description of the type of work they usually write.
Should leave this as a disclaimer for all my fic rec posts, but always look at the tags and CW on each fic before reading!
As always, if a link doesn't work, you're welcome to reach out!
[This list will include both SFW and NSFW writers, since a lot of them do both]
thirteenbullets - Writer of Anytime You Need Me, basically the ultimate hurt/comfort series. [fun fact, part 6 was the first fic I read in this fandom, and I partially blame how good it was for how fast I got obsessed with cod lol]
mothbeast - Writer of Pattern Breaker, one of the more well known fics for ghostsoap (for a good reason!). Love their other fics as well [some are NSFW]
glaciers (Hayfever_Street) - Non AU fics, where they put ghost and soap and various situations for angst! [some NSFW]
Red_Clegane - non AU and AU fics, some of the best non-military AUs I've read. All of their fics share a similar taste, but they're all equally good, so if you like that style you'll enjoy most of them [some NSFW]
sauceboss_yahoo - AUs with supernatural elements, and non-military AUs. Some a/b/o if that's your style [which obviously means there's some NSFW]
yourvaliants - AO3 account of valiants on Tumblr, I'll expand more when I get to Tumblr users, but this is just their place to post NSFW comics since Tumblr doesn't allow that.
wayfaredsoldier - non-military AUs, AUs with supernatural elements, and in canon universe [some NSFW]
MildLimerence - If you want smut with good plot, this is the writer for you haha. They have several soulmate AUs and fantasy/supernatural AUs, as well as canon universe [mostly NSFW]
Arodana - supernatural AUs and non-military AUs, very enjoyable long works [some NSFW]
crown_twist - a mix of NSFW and hurt/comfort oneshots, if you're in the mood for something short and good this is the writer for you [some NSFW]
ElizaStyx - mostly oneshots for a variety of pairings, a mix of NSFW and fluff [some NSFW]
Sillililli - Canon and non-military AUs, with just a pinch of NSFW [little NSFW]
Louffox - Canon and non-military AUs, a lot of angst and hurt/comfort. A few longer works and a good amount of oneshots [some NSFW]
kcisbroken [previously artbykc0001] - Historical AUs, sometimes MCD, some non AU oneshots and NSFW [some NSFW]
Hochseeperle - non AUs, angst and hurt/comfort, with NSFW [some NSFW]
eggtimelads - Supernatural AUs, non AUs, oneshots that literally changed my brain chemistry (not clickbait) [some NSFW]
blackbird_flyaway - supernatural and non AUs, recently started a zombie AU (that I just discovered and go read it after finishing this lmao) [Some NSFW]
TheLastTheosaurus - hurt/comfort oneshots. Good ol' reliable [no NSFW]
Nuria123 - absolutely amazing non AU, non-military AUs, and fics so emotional they made me full on sob. A mix of oneshots and longer works [some NSFW]
AvaLoren - non-military, non AU, and a little bit of fantasy, and medieval AUs, mostly oneshots with some longer fics [some NSFW]
WhisperedWords12 - non-military, non AU, and a little bit of fun shifter AU, many oneshots that are mostly NSFW [a lot of NSFW]
Wheezing_Joe - non AU, oneshots with some onehsot series, hurt/comfort and angst galore. Very nice stuff [no NSFW]
coderaven - non-military AUs and non AUs, emotional hurt/comfort, a little supernatural AUs [some NSFW]
oh_ellie - non AUs, hurt/comfort, and a whole lot of smut [mostly NSFW]
headlocket - author of all that's said in the low light. I don't need to say anything else, if you didn't read it yet, you really REALLY should! [little NSFW]
Grangers_apprentice - [note: majority of works locked for users with no AO3 accounts] non-AU, supernatural AUs, some oneshots and some longer works with series. A bit of a/b/o if that's your style [some NSFW]
DarkMoonMaiden - non AU, hurt/comfort and smut. Mostly oneshot, some series [mostly NSFW]
merikai - non AU and non-military AUs, hurt/comfort and angst oneshots [no NSFW]
simcoehole - supernatural but military and non AUs, mostly smut [mostly NSFW]
Epifauna - non AU oneshots, a lot of fluff with some angst [little NSFW]
prettyunhinged - non AU oneshots (some as long as multi chapter works though), angst, fluff and smut [some NSFW]
oshikiri_toru - non-military and non AUs, with some supernatural elements. Very long oneshots with angst and smut. Very underrated writer imo! [some NSFW]
xEclipse - non AU, fluff and smut oneshots that can get very sweet [some NSFW]
unravelledorfrayed - non AU, misunderstanding hurt/comfort (the good kind) [no NSFW]
lkst - very unique AUs, as well as non AUs. A bit of smut and a lot of angst [little NSFW]
now, there are some blogs here that write a lot of little drabbles that are always a treat to read, so I'm also gonna add some of them.
cod-dump - mostly non AU, with the exception of the Teen!Ghost AU.
forestshadow-wolf - AU and non-AU, also has many downloaded fics for you to read (they're a lifesaver when AO3 is down)
valiants - as mentioned above, comic artist and occasional writer, honestly a huge inspiration for me, it terms of storytelling and art style.
ghcstao3 - also has an AO3, wanted to put them here because they post a lot of drabbles here that don't get posted on AO3.
captain-mj - also has an AO3, like ghcst posts a lot of fics here that don't get posted on AO3. Many are NSFW, as a heads-up.
That's all for now, in the future if I make fic recs for longer works, you will probably see some from these writers.
#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod mw2#fic recs#not art#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#i put links for blog bc i didnt want to tag everyone#doing this instead of uni work bc i really dont feel like doing it :DDD
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Harvest Moon
Summary: Short Arthur and f!reader oneshot that takes place well before the events of the game. They reunite after Y/N leaves the gang for a short while after a blowout fight with Arthur. ALSO, I know that this isn't the long one I said I was going to put out, but I'm still not happy with that one & this one feels fine. 'Tis all.
Warnings: not beta-read lol
Word Count: Roughly 2300
As you strode through the desert, shoeless, horseless, and in a tattered purple skirt, you found yourself wishing you’d elected not to rob the burly rich man from the bar. Not only did the man catch you, but he spooked your damn horse, knocked you upside the head a few times, and left you in the middle of nowhere with no shoes, for whatever reason. You were, for lack of a better term, worse for wear. You were considerably thinner than you’d been in a while–a consequence of leaving the place that fed you steadily–and it had aged you slightly, making you appear to be in your 30s, which you had a certain aversion to. Your feet hurt–the desert is not particularly kind to bare feet in the blazing sun–and you limped ever-so-slightly as you walked. This is good, you thought. Maybe people will think I’m crazy and choose not to approach me.
“You know, it would be easier if you had some shoes on, Y/N,” a familiar voice called, and you stopped dead in your tracks. You were tired, no doubt, but you’d never been tired enough to hallucinate the voice of your detested lover. The sound of horse hooves drew closer, and when they stopped, you looked up at the driver slowly, almost comically, and your heart fluttered. You had missed him.
“Mr. Morgan,” you said, doing your utmost to sound cordial. “I’ll have you know that they was taken from me.”
“Seriously? Not Arthur?” He held his hand out, adding, “How the hell did that happen?” He sighed. “Come back to camp and get some damn clothes.”
“I told you I was goin’ off on my own,” you responded, crossing your arms. “I am doin’ just fine out here; makin’ a real name for myself, you know.”
“Yeah, tryin’ to rob the owner of half the shops in town is ‘makin’ a name for yourself’, huh? You seem to be real good at that, then.”
“Quit followin’ me around. I don’t go botherin’ you when you need your space.” Arthur raised an eyebrow. “I told you I’d come back when I was ready, and I ain’t ready.” You spat at the ground with conviction, as if to add some sort of leverage to what you’d said.
“You’re starvin’ damn near to death, Y/N. Come for one night, get some food in you—get some shoes—and you can leave again without a word from me. You just… forgive me, but you look a mess. Let Miss Grimshaw and the girls take care of you.”
“Arthur-”
“I won’t give you no trouble, okay? I got lookout duty tonight, so I won’t be in camp anyway… Abigail asked me to fetch you; do it for her?” Arthur looked down at you with his big blue eyes and a fresh scar on his chin–perhaps from shaving–and you couldn’t say no. Besides, Abigail probably did need a lady friend who wasn’t past menopause or in the midst of puberty to help her with her pregnancy struggles.
Reluctantly, you took Arthur’s hand and allowed him to help you onto his horse, Boadicea. “Don’t think this means I’m stayin’, Arthur Morgan,” you said, making a point not to hold on to his shoulders.
“I’m not expectin’ anything,” he said back, gently steering the two of you back towards camp, which you’d been–though subconsciously–heading for anyway. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed, is all.”
“How thoughtful,” you mused.
“It has been quiet without you, though-”
“Where’d you get that scar? Fightin’ in bars again?” you interrupted, crossing your arms again.
“What?” Arthur’s pitch rose.
“On your chin.”
“Oh, that’s from tryin’ to help John with shaving. Made a fool of myself an’ he won’t let it go.” Arthur gave Boadicea a nice pat on the shoulder and chuckled. “I suppose you have more new scars than I do, huh, Y/N?”
Feeling heat rise to your cheeks and ears, you said, “I don’t intend to speak to you for the remainder of this ride. I have been doing my utmost to avoid you.”
Arthur hummed, laughing a little, and steering Boadicea to the left. “As you wish.”
It made you mad that he thought he could tease you after everything that had transpired. He knew you weren’t ready to come back—if you were you’d have gone back on your own accord—but here he was, playing the role of the hero that he’d worked so desperately to fit into. You knew Arthur though, and you knew that no matter how good he was, he would never be the hero he tried to be. No one was a hero in this life. You were certainly no heroine, and you figured that your shared lack of heroism was what brought the two of you together in the first place; your bad would always outweigh your good, but you could make peace with the meshing morality if there was someone else who understood your plight. Someone who understood the way it felt to be so bad and good at the same time as intimately as Arthur did was hard to come by, so you found yourself flocking to him from the very beginning. It was only a matter of time before the curtain fell back and he saw how haunted you were by your past—by the wicked things that you’d inflicted upon people—and you couldn’t help but run from that. You couldn’t have the one person who understood you know how awful you truly were.
Arthur wondered, as he accompanied you back to camp, if this was really worth it. He knew he missed you—desperately—but he didn’t want to fight anymore. He was sick of spending his days bickering with you, though he found that he missed your presence more than he disliked the arguments. Arguing meant that you were there, at the very least. He couldn’t stand not knowing where you were or whether or not you were safe–it was why he’d wound up this far South from Camp anyway.
He remembered why you’d left. It was his fault, in a way, for trying to convince you to talk about your family. He remembered the way you shoved him, crying for him to leave you the hell alone, telling him that you hated him. He was certain it wasn’t true, that it was a spur-of-the-moment type of thing, but it still ate at him. There was so much he hadn’t told you yet, and he was afraid that he’d never get to tell you if you stayed gone. He tugged slightly on the reins, taking a right turn. He shouldn’t have pushed you, he knew that, but it irked him. He just wished you’d learned how to communicate.
You, despite your best efforts to the contrary, could not bring yourself to commit to hating Arthur. You tried. You gave him your best angry glare, but you felt that it was too weak. You were exhausted anyway, too tired for anger. You decided you’d be angry at him the next day, after you’d slept for a good 18 hours or so. You thought back to the last time you’d seen Arthur. You were so angry with him for trying to get you to talk about your Ma and Pa—that was none of his damn business—but now that you thought back on it, it couldn’t have been too unreasonable. Arthur was not an unreasonable man. He was no hero, but he was a levelheaded person. You could have at least told him about your brother, but you didn’t, for whatever reason, and you felt guilty for that. Still, you had to remain firm in your escape. If you didn’t force the space, you figured, you would never learn to miss him enough to open up to him. Or you’d forget all about him and the whole thing would be over. Either way, you had to remain firm. If you gave up, the throbbing in your left eye would be for nothing. Your weight loss, acceleration of aging, bankruptcy, and lack of clothes would all be for nothing, and you couldn’t have that. It had to be for something.
Being as tired as you were, you found it increasingly difficult to keep from leaning on Arthur. Your eyelids were magnets, and you felt it rude to neglect such a powerful force of nature, allowing yourself to indulge a little by closing them. Soon, you were wrapped around Arthur’s torso, head resting on his shoulder blade, and snoring loudly. He chuckled but didn’t wake you. He loved seeing you, perhaps the fieriest woman he’d ever met, at peace. He sang softly to himself the rest of the way to camp, a smile plastered on his now-scarred face.
When he slowed, you awoke. You never woke up peacefully–it was not in your nature to–and instead found yourself pushing your body off of Boadicea, momentarily scared out of your mind. As you hit the ground, landing rather clumsily on your wrist, you remembered what had happened before and that you had, regrettably, fallen asleep on Arthur, your current sworn enemy. “You okay?” Arthur asked, chuckling slightly.
“I am fine, thank you,” you spat, sitting up. You then flew to your feet, wiping the dirt off of your palms and bottom, and stomped to the center of Camp in pursuit of Abigail.
“Y/N, it’s good to see you back,” Hosea remarked from somewhere or other, but you waved him off. You were on a mission. You were to find Abigail, curse her for sending Arthur after you, and then tell her all about everything that had happened in the almost month that you had been gone.
When you located her–heavily pregnant and lounging in a chair by the fire–you beelined toward her, frowning. “Abigail Roberts,” you angrily exclaimed, pushing through the crowd of men by the fire. “Why did you send Arthur after me?”
Abigail, taken by surprise, looked up at you, brows raised. “Y/N, you’re back!”
“I’m visiting,” you corrected. “And why did you send Arthur after me? I was doin’ just fine on my own, you know.”
Looking you up and down, a smirk spread its way across Abigail’s lips. “Yeah, you look it.”
“Abigail!”
“All I’m sayin’ is that you’ve looked better in your day, okay?” She rubbed her swollen belly as she spoke. “And I didn’t send anyone after you–I figured you’d come when it was your time. You’re like a cat, you know.”
You frowned. “So Arthur made that up?”
“Seein’ as how I got no idea what you’re goin’ on about, I’ll venture to say that it’s a yes,” Abigail responded, leaning back. “Now, will you please fetch John to give me a foot massage?”
You nodded idly, looking around camp. You did not care about wherever John was, for you were far more worried about the location of Arthur, who had seemingly lied to you about his reasoning for picking you up. The sun had begun to set, though, and it made it significantly harder for you to find anyone. This did not stop you, though, and you located Arthur at the Southern outskirt of camp, sitting on a large rock and writing in his journal.
“Arthur Morgan,” you said, finger pointed. “You lied about why you made me come back here.”
Arthur lazily looked up, smirking. “You wouldn’t have come if I didn’t come up with something.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t have-”
“Let me say my bit now, if that’s okay with you.” He folded his journal, tucking it into his satchel. You scoffed, but he started talking before you could make an ass of yourself. “I really missed you, Y/N, more than I’ve missed anyone. I kept goin’ back into that town to make sure you weren’t gettin’ yourself hurt or nothin’, and I hated not bein’ able to just tell you that I missed you. I mean, you were right there, but I couldn’t do it. After that man scared away your horse, I beat him–I mean really beat him–so he couldn’t do anything like that again. And I know I ain’t the best at tellin’ you these things or showin’ that I love you, but-”
“You love me?” You asked, eyes wide. You’d never been told those words before.
“Well, yeah… I guess I never told you, huh?”
Tears spilled onto your cheeks and you found yourself in the same place you’d been a month before–crying, truly vulnerable in front of a man who wanted to know and love you. This time, though, you wouldn’t tuck tail and run. “Arthur, I-”
“You don’t gotta say nothin’, Y/N-”
“No, I just… it’s just… no one’s ever said they love me before,” you mumbled, staring at the ground. “Not even my Mama.”
“Well, I do, Y/N,” Arthur reassured, putting his left hand on your shoulder and wiping a stray tear with the other hand. “And I’m sorry if that scares you away because I know you don’t like lots of emotions or anything, but it’s the truth. I love you.”
You crumpled into Arthur’s embrace, digging your face into his warm, strong chest. You’d missed this–being in his arms–and though you were scared, you were pretty sure that you loved him too. The chip on your shoulder melted. It didn’t matter how long you’d left because you were back and you were, for perhaps the first time in your life, loved, and that was more than you’d ever thought to be imaginable. Sniffling, you nestled closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms around your weakened, starving torso, holding you tight. You couldn’t say it out loud yet, not after the pain you’d endured growing up, but you were at least aware of the fact that you loved Arthur Morgan and you could no longer pretend it wasn’t the truth because he loved you too. He loved you.
You knew you’d be able to tell him soon enough.
You wanted to dance and scream it from the rooftops–Arthur Morgan loved you and he was willing to wait on you to be ready to be with him. He was the first person to openly love you, and nothing else mattered. “Arthur,” you said, looking up at him.
“Hm?”
“Let’s go dance together, real proper, like rich folks do.” You smiled, pulling away. Arthur nodded, letting you lead him to the music at the hub of Camp. Abigail still sat at the center, waiting on her foot massage from John, but seeing the way you and Arthur were together, arm in arm, she decided it was a lost cause. You were smitten. Twitterpated, even. She just wanted her damn feet to feel better.
“John Marston,” she called, tipping her head backwards towards their shared tent. “Come give me a foot massage!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he called back, hurrying to her aid.
Camp was camp again, illuminated brilliantly by a beautiful full moon, and backed with Javier’s soft plucking on his guitar. It was like out of a book, you decided, as you danced and dipped and twirled in Arthur’s arms. It was perfect. Softly, too quiet to hear, you whispered, “I love you too.”
#arthur morgan#rdr2#arthur morgan fic#red dead redemption two#high honor arthur#high honor arthur morgan#rdr2 arthur#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan x reader#idk
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Inspired by @montyuh & @callsign-relic first contact AU oneshots - here’s the first fanfic I’ve written in literal years so uh, it’s a bit rough.
Soaring through the depths of space, far beyond the reach of man traveled a ginormous starship- the Lost Light. Measuring 15 miles long and 10 miles wide it was certainly spacious enough to comfortably accommodate a large crew … and one tiny new resident.
Back on Earth, you had signed up to be part of an expedition to an inhabitable planet far from home. In exchange for food, shelter, and the adventure of a lifetime you eagerly packed your bags and said your goodbyes to loved ones. The trip was supposed to take a few years total give or take. Nothing too strenuous.
To quote Murphy’s Law: “What can go wrong will go wrong”. The company responsible for creating the expedition’s starship had cut corners- lots of them. When the starship jumped into warp drive it shook so violently that your whole body was rattled and smashed into the ceiling of your capsule bed. You were lucky to get away with only severe bruising and a bloody tongue. Exiting the jump left the ship stranded, drifting aimlessly as everyone scrambled in the dark to collect themselves. With several of your more experienced crew-mates dead or injured, you and the few survivors chose to route the ship’s remaining power to fuel the escape pods to try to navigate back to Earth.
After a week of travel (according to your pod’s calendar) you were carefully navigating through an asteroid field when a large shadow fell over you. While you are grateful the giant-ass starship that appeared out of nowhere hadn’t obliterated you and your escape pod, you weren’t expecting to be kidnapped either. By giant alien robots no less! With a language barrier! And no sense of personal space or boundaries! Shit! You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the situation.
Well, you had tried quietly crying about it while wandering down one of the vast halls of the Lost Light, until a blue mechanical horror emerged from an adjacent hallway. To you, Whirl looked like something that had stepped out of a horror movie, with his gangly inhuman build, long neck, and large yellow optic that felt like it drilled right through you.
Whirl barely gives the fleshy creature a cursory glance, noting that it had stopped moving and making those weird noises. He hardly knew what all the fuss was about over such a small, fragile, stinky creature. One misstep and he’d be cleaning gunk out of his foot for several cycles. As he looked away and began ruminating on who he could heckle at Swerve’s a sound made his antennae twitch. It was the pitter-patter of tiny feet running away from him at a frantic yet pathetically slow speed.
Ok, so maybe he could gain some entertainment out of the thing at least. “Hey? Where you goin?” He drawls as he slowly follows after you. It was almost comical how slow he had to walk to not catch up right away. Did you really think those tiny legs could outrun him? “If you don’t pick up the pace I’ll pinch ya!” He leans forward and clacks his pincers menacingly at the empty air behind you.
You were scared shitless. Once Whirl started plodding after you, you contemplated if this was the end. Murdered or eaten by a metal alien monster and all because you wanted to explore beyond earth. ‘I wish I could go back in time and throttle myself’ you seethe as another pinch draws closer. ‘I wish I had never left home. I wish-‘ pre-death regret-thinking is cut to a halt by the appearance of a gap in the wall paneling. In an instant, all thoughts disappear as your body bursts forward with a surge of adrenaline. With a quickness neither of you were expecting, you squeeze yourself into the gap.
You heave a sigh of relief at your successful escape. Your victory is short lived however when Whirl’s optic comes into view and blasts you with what feels like the light of several hundred light bulbs. “Ow! Bastard!” you snarl. Without even thinking you blindly lash out and slap the offending optic. Whirl jerks back in slight surprise, not expecting to feel … whatever that was. Was that an attempt to fight back? Damn, this thing was pathetic. “Oh? Think you’re a tough guy? You’ll need to hit harder than that!” He jams one of his pincers into the gap above your head, trying to wiggle the wall panel open.
As Whirl is focused on the wall panel, you desperately squint around, looking for some means of escape. Thankfully, his loosening of the panel opened another gap on the opposite end. You make a break for it and rush out of the gap, not daring to look back. As you feel a rush of wind and the thrumming of danger (or is that the vibrations of something running?) a shout breaks through the chaos.
“Whirl! What do you think you’re doing!?” Before you can even register what’s happening a smaller, orange mech runs up and scoops you into his hands, holding you in a protective grasp. Though muffled you can still hear what you’re pretty sure is angry robot speak.
Rung rolls his optics at Whirl’s theatrics and sighs. “We’ll discuss this further at your next session. And don’t think this will go unreported- Ah, poor thing, you’re shaking” his attention is drawn back to you. The mech softly coos, gently running a finger along your back in soothing strokes. Truthfully at this point you’re shaking from a mix of adrenaline and relief, not fear. But you lean into Rung’s finger and note how much gentler he is compared to the other bots you’ve met so far. Orange eyebrows bot is now #1 in your book … whatever that means (god your brain is fried. you want a damn nap).
“Are you trying to kill the poor thing? Organics are much more fragile than us Whirl, even enough stress can kill them. Such as being chased by a giant mech! And don’t think I didn’t see you try to grab them!” Rung hardly raises his voice at others, but if Whirl is going to be a threat to the organic, he needs to intervene now.
“Tch! Relax eyebrows, we were just playing around. Y’know, bonding and all that slag. That’s what the captain said we were supposed to do right? Well,” He clicks his pincers. “This is how I bond. Bet we’re already besties! See?” Whirl stretches his neck out to get a closer look at you, but all you do is cower further into the orange mech.
Whirl lets out a dramatic gasp and places one servo over where his spark would be. “Did you see that doc? Rejected! Betrayed! I’m never gonna emotionally recover from this!”
“…It wasn’t that bad” the blue mech grumbles, somewhat affronted by Rung’s scolding and the weird itching at the back of his processor. “Whatever, I’ve got better things to do than hang with you two losers. Like getting drunk!” With that, the blue mech takes off with a cackle, leaving you and Rung in the dust to process everything.
‘I need to find my escape-pod as soon as possible, or else I’m gonna die here’ you morosely conclude.
#transformers#mtmte#mtmte whirl#mtmte rung#first contact au#I am so rusty at writing and it shows#the ghost of 12 year old me possessed current me and wrote this#maccadam
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is blogging still a thing?
short answer? kinda. and you wont believe that tiktok does play a role in it.
its not a 'no' because i cant go disgracing tumblr when i've been using it for almost 11 years.
okay. before we get right into it, a brief introduction to what the hell is blogging.
so, blogging. sounds ancient, doesn't it. well, it did started when we barely knew anything about the world. according to many other websites, has been defined as something that has been posted, where writers (or anyone else for the matter) can share their opinions on certain subject, mediums such as writing, photography or things that could be self-publishing online on a website, like tumblr. most people don't know that posting on your twitter, whatsapp statuses and instagram stories are considered microblogging.
see, the thing is, people think that blogging is dead when platforms like tiktok and instagram are thriving. but actually, said platforms are the reason why blogging is still relevant.
how come tiktok is the reason why blogging is still a thing?
well, when you blog, its basically just you posting about your day, what you eat, what activities did you do and so forth. it can be whatever you want it to be. there are various reasons as to why people are on tiktok. we were there because of covid.
sorry, shouldve put a trigger warning for that.
while most of us signed up to tiktok when ms rona ruined things for us to join trends, share knowledge etc, others would share their similar interests. i remember being on anitiktok, and lord, when i look at the old videos, they were sooo cringey. but hey, at least we've made the most out of it during the lockdown.
other than that, the most notable side of tiktok would be... drum roll please!
booktok.
so, what's the correlation here? how did tumblr and tiktok became the reason why blogging is still alive and breathing? what does booktok has to do with blogging?
booktok. for starters, is when users are to talk (sometimes they recommend) about books, rant about them, shit talk about how awful the story is (even goes as far as side eyeing the authors [*cough* im looking at you, colleen hoover]).
booktok is meant for people who are into reading. i mean, isn't it obvious?
so, yup. okay, not everyone knows that people go to tumblr to read self-published works of fictions. yes, reading a fanfic on someone's tumblr account on this website is still considered looking at someone's blog (and appreciating them like i do, i've been a loyal fan and reader of several authors on this site). people publish their works here is still considered as blogging because blogging can be anything.
tumblr started and has always been a site where people are able to blog whatever they want, in whatever form (text, gifs, arts, etc). as a result, users as able to look (and appreciate by interacting with the posts by liking, commenting and reblogging) at one's works because it also acts as an archive.
blogging can go from posting lifehacks, tips and advices for people to use as aids as well as to guide them so that they can relate, making them form an online presence.
so when i tell you that the reason why people are still blogging (and interacting with the blogs) because of tiktok, i meant it.
okay, so i mightve made a mistake. to clarify, booktok isnt the only reason why people are into blogging. anime fans, tv series fans like supernatural, movie fans, comic fans, animated fans like atsv fans (specifically miguel fans [aka me]) are the reason why people go to tumblr to blog.
(i love brooding older men sm yall hes so sexy)
people from all walks of life, specifically if their background is them being a fan of some type of media, is bound to use tumblr to either write a blog (in forms of fanfics/drabbles/oneshot etc) or to interact with them.
and that, ladies, gents and enbies, is the reason as to why blogging is still a fighting tooth and nail to stay alive. its the reason why people still use tumblr to blog. its the reason why tumblr is the place fans go to, to blog and do whatever they want on this app/site. sure, they go to wattpad or ao3 (hell, maybe even fanfiction.net if that site is still alive), but tumblr is one of the platforms (arguable the easiest one to navigate) to use for blogging and such.
and that concludes my opinion. blogging is still fighting for their life, even in the age of tiktok and whatever theyre doing over there (pretty much its vlogging, you know a video type of blogging)
(my right wrist hurt as we speak and i kinda went beyond the word limit so forgiefe mac or whatever it is they say in old/archaic english to be pardoned)
oh! if they ever would shut down tumblr, i would simply off myself cus what the hell am i gonna do? ಥ_ಥ
reblogs are appreciated!
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Rottmnt oc headcannons
Part three : Skye
I’m continuing on with my rottmnt oc headcannons, I have so far completed Marcy and Sunny’s headcannons.
Marcy’s —> https://www.tumblr.com/little-mouse-gardens/734298414127382528/rottmnt-oc-head-cannons-so-im-gonna-be-doing-hcs
Sunny’s —> https://www.tumblr.com/little-mouse-gardens/736082157867532288/little-mouse
And now I have completed Skye’s, which should leave me with Angie’s headcanons to finish! Then I can finally start finishing and posting oneshots >:3
- Skye was named after her aunt on her mothers side
- Skye takes incredible care of her skin, because she can be acne prone with certain products. No one will ever know the secrets to her skincare routine, all except for Leonardo who practically begged her to spill the beans.
- can’t stand the smell of nail polish remover, literally had to cover her nose while she paints and removes nail polish because the smell makes her wanna gag
- may or may not have taught leo to paint designs on his nails. Him and her Defiantly match when they can
- tries her best to help leonardo with his insomnia. Tea, music, making him laugh until he’s tried or just cuddling him (his personal favorite) until he gets tired enough to fall asleep
- didn’t even shed a tear when she got her nose and ear piercings. To a point her and her sister’s mother thought something was wrong. Turns out she was just screaming internally-
- Parkour is her specialty. Roof hopping is just an average Tuesday night for her.
- Takes great care of her hair, prefers to keep it short but she will occasionally grow it out long
- she has a few skateboards that she’s collected. Customizes all of them with different themes, paints, stickers
- the one she uses the most is a skateboard that matches in design and color to Leo’s (they have each others names painted on it-)
- frequents a lot of local cafes and pizza restaurants. She Became hueso’s favorite customer because she helped make sure leo didn’t cause too much trouble.
- likes singing, playing guitar, keyboard and drums. Has a secret notebook of songs she wrote
- when she’s older, she gets dozens of butterfly and bat themed tattoos across her back and arms
- Public displays of affection between her and leo and quite common and encouraged by each other. Either constantly holding hands, hugging, giving piggy back rides ect.
- she can speak, English, Spanish and Portuguese. She tries to teach leo Spanish and Portuguese. They also Occasionally talk to one another in Spanish.
- has a spot in her room for leo to come over and hang out, it’s a hammock area over by the window though most of the time he’s cuddling up to her while playing video games, reading comics ect. He likes to brag about it, and she just playfully rolls her eyes.
- loves insects all except for roaches. moths and butterflies are her favorite
- loves bats as well. Has a little miniature butterfly garden-like set up in her window so she could watch the bats come in
- Carries some type of water bottle on her, wether it be for herself, her sisters or the turtles. Has a bunch of stickers on said water bottle.
- banned leo from accessing the mini fridge in her room because he stole all the pizza bites out of it while she was taking a nap (he made up for it with ice cream)
- has her own space in the lair close to Leo’s whenever she comes over. She has a little tent with pillows and a mini tv she brought over to play games. Most of the time you’ll catch her just skateboarding around the lair, or sprawled out on a blanket pile with leo reading comics.
- Second place for queen of the fairy lights (she and so many in her room the electric bills are sobbing-)
- Leo definitely knows her hair routine and yes, he loves to help out. (He loves how soft her curls are) Draws little shapes with the products on her curls (she loves this goober enough not to gently thwack him with a towel for wasting her hair products)
- spraypainting is something she occasionally tries out, usually goes up to a random rooftop or vacant area where no one is gonna care before testing it out.
- leo does the face taps to her a lot. after she figured out what exactly that meant (girl was hella confused as to why he was doing that out of the blue) she started doing it to him back. And now it’s just a random thing they do when they see each other or whenever they want to (this turtle literally becomes a churring smug mess over her it’s embarrassing-)
- most of her clothes probably come from hot topic or small businesses
- always Carries her favorite snacks in her bag, gently bats Leo’s hands away when he tries to steal any of the pizza bites she bought (he tries to snatch them out of her hand when she is literally is about to eat it like boi you tryna die?-)
- Skye has a very small scar on her right eyebrow from when she fell off a horse as a kid. Claims it as her battle scar and feels it makes her look a little badass.
- Skilled in archery, volleyball and surfing. Mainly on the volleyball team and do surfing and archery as hobbies. Used to be on the archery club at her school but she didn’t like the overly competitive and overly strict rules placed on her shoulders so she quit the club
- her favorite two drinks are blueberry boba tea and mango milkshake. Got hooked on blueberry boba tea after Marcy and Angie dragged her to a boba shop to try some of the new drinks
- Has watched law and order enough to know the intro message word by word
- Competes in a local underground skateboarding competition, usually ends up in second place or first place most of the time
- Hangs out at the local roller skating rink or arcade when she’s not hanging out the turtles or her sisters
- Learned to paint her nails from her sister sunny. Mostly paints them green, blue or black in various hues and adds little designs on them to match her clothing
- Collects a lot of funky and unique jewelry (fuzzy worm earrings, cute clay rings, silver skull ear studs, a choker with a dangly atlas moth charm)
- loves to make beaded charm bracelets and rings. She has a whole collection and miniature drawer of bracelets and rings she made. Made her and leo a matching bracelet and ring set (he teases her over the rings being an early proposal before they confessed)
- Her and Angie are adopted (Skye was adopted when she was one year old around the same age as marcy, and Angie was adopted a year after she was) it doesn’t really bother her much nor does she or Angie think about it much
- Her favorite food to make is homemade pastel or homemade pizza (specifically cheese, Hawaiian or St. Louis)
- Hates the smell of broccoli when it’s cooking or steaming. Leo tried to make broccoli casserole as a prank to bring to Skye, and she stepped one foot into the lairs kitchen before immediately turning around and walking away. It physically makes her ill and the smell is one of her weaknesses
- makes the most random out of pocket comments when she’s sleepy. Like “where are penguins knees? Like are they doing squats the whole time” or “you think mothman has access to the internet?” And not forgetting “i wonder if I could ever use your shell as a boogie board leo?” Someone get this girl down for a nap-
- her and Leonardo have random movie nights or game nights either at the lair or at her and her sisters apartment both before they started dating and after they started dating/he confessed
- Her and Leo’s first date was at senor heuso’s pizza restaurant and afterwards they just sat on a rooftop to stargaze and watch some old lou jitsu movies
- Loves stargazing. Sitting on the roof or the fire escape with some blankets and her switch/ds. She’ll curl up in a makeshift hammock and just observe the stars she can see through the city lights. Her favorite place to stargaze is her grandparents farm, since there is little light pollution.
- Fav spot on her grandparents farm is this old house that was built in the 1600s, she made it into a makeshift clubhouse when she was little so it holds a lot of memories for her.
- She’s trying to learn how to cook better and in turn teaching leo how to cook (because this boi needs some guidance because the kitchen equipment cannot be replaced again)
- Trying to control her yokai abilities by training with the turtles. It’s kind of confusing for her since human form but having in human abilities kind of throws the brain for a loop, but she’s slowly getting there.
- After the kraang incident, Skye will just randomly come over to the lair or leo will come over to her and her sister’s apartment so she and him can just be in each others presence. Cuddles, video games, random talks or going on walks around the city. Just to know the other one is there and that they’re okay.
- always has an extra pair of headphones on her. Made different playlists for herself, family and friends
- she also has a whole collection of video games, from her favorites to vintage games she just wanted to collect, on another shelf in her room.
- has played in a few video game competitions here and there, though she’s just tries them out for fun.
- has a whole shelf of books she genuinely likes to read and re-read. Frequents the library more often than most people think
- Her and leo like to practice a lot of skating tricks together. It has become a competition at this point, and yes they both have folders on their phones labeled “top ten leo fails” or “top ten Skye fails” just for giggles
- got a lifetime pass to a spa in the hidden city from her mother (shhhh-don’t question how she got it, it’s a secret)
- Uses humor as a coping mechanism sometimes
- A lot of her and Leo’s dates are mostly just random places they feel like going to that night if they don’t want to have a home date. However they’re still meaningful to them. Just spending time together having fun and being happy matters enough to them
- Fav scent is coconut creamcicle or vanilla sea salt
- the one place she wants to visit is her grandmothers old home in Costa Rica
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt oc#rise oc#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise leo#rise leonardo#rottmnt headcanons#oc x cannon#oc headcanons#writing
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hi! i want to start reading the flashfam, what are some good comics to start? :)
So a while back, I made a reading list for the Flashfam that made the rounds on tumblr, but I’ve since made a few changes in order to make it less overwhelming to read. With that being said, here is my newly edited guide to everything you might need to know about these comics!
SECTION ONE - FIRST AND FOREMOST: WHAT SHOULD I ACTUALLY READ?
The Flash (1987)
This series is where the bulk of the Flash Mythos resides. The Flash (1987) features some of the most memorable arcs of the franchise, with a cast of well-beloved characters making frequent appearances and a mishmash of different writers working on it over the years. The main focus is on Wally West—the Third Flash—and is packed with all of the action, romance, and epic friendship that you would expect from a superhero title.
Due to both its length and varying degrees of quality, I'll be going over the exact contents of this book in later sections of this guide. For now, just know that this is the book I recommend you start out with. I promise that it lives up to the hype.
The Flash 80-Page Giant
The Flash 80-Page Giant is an anthology of short stories, ranging anywhere from the golden days of Barry Allen’s Flash to the far-off and distant future of the 31st century. Generally speaking, this oneshot is a consice look at these characters and their motivations, and is very good at simplifying their personalities. However, it’s sort of a mixed bag on whether the story is good, bad, or simply outdated, but I can guarentee that where it is good, it’s great.
The Life Story of the Flash
Written from the perspective of Iris West, The Life Story of the Flash is a memoir chronicling the life and times of her husband, Barry Allen, starting from his very early childhood all the way up to his tragic death. This comic heavily features the romance between Iris and Barry, but even if that’s something that doesn’t interest you, it remains a great (and emotional) recap over the most important Silver Age arcs in Flash comics. Honestly, if you end up reading anything on this list, it should be this comic—it’s just that good.
SECTION TWO - THE FLASH (1987); DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT STYLES
Let’s talk about The Flash (1987). Over the course of its almost two decade run, there has been five main writers, each with their own spin on the series. Below, I’ll be summarizing the direction that they took the comic, and hopefully, allowing you to get a sense on whether or not their runs are for you. Though, please be aware that this section is clouded with personal bias and should be taken with a grain of salt.
Mike Baron (#1-14)
Here’s a recommendation: do not read this book chronologically. Although Mike Baron succeeds in whittling down the bare bones of Wally’s character, reading these beginning chapters is an acquired taste, and terrible for anyone just starting out. If the wonky writing won’t tune you off, then Wally’s brattish and self-interested portrayal will.
To best describe this run, it’s a little bit like being repeatedly hit over the head by a whack-a-mole. Baron has an almost perverse interest with capitalism and luxury, but is incapable of writing any deep commentary about it. His writing really only succeeds in solidifying Wally as a childish, reckless individual with no real clue of who he is, or who he wants to be. Save this run for last, if you read Baron’s work at all.
William Messner-Lobes (#15-61)
There is a noticeable jump of improvement as you start reading Messner-Lobes’ run, with the story developing coherency, recurring characters, and an actual plotline. But as you flip through issue after issue, you sort of get the sense that the writer himself wasn’t quite sure which way the plot was turning, or what he even wanted to do with the story. The writing can be clunky and unnecessarily anectdotal, not to mention difficult to read at times, but ultimately rewarding for those who stuck it out all the way to the end.
Like his predecessor, Messner-Lobes’ frequently ties his conflicts together with socioeconomic status, albeit to much greater effect. Furthermore, characters like Linda Park and Hartley Rathaway are cemented into the mythos, and it is this run that rewrote Wally from a naive, often unsympathetic braggadocio, to a commendable, well-loved superhero. I consider this run to be the defining backbone of Wally’s character and essential to understanding who he is, but in the end, it is not necessary for you to read if you decide you can’t stomach the writing.
Mark Waid (#0, 62-129, 142-159, 162, 231-236)
Waid is the most commended writer for this series, and for good reason. Under his direction, the characters became lifelike, with genuine conflict and evocative descriptions securing his run as a timeless classic. Here is where the majority of the recurring lore and characters make their appearances, most famously with the introductions of both the Speedforce and Bart Allen. This is a must-read.
Despite the massive web of characters Waid juggles, you never get the sense that any relationship is forced, be it romantic, platonic, or familial. Waid is truly fantastic at navigating interactions between these characters, in such a way that you can genuinely believe that they love each other. Perhaps my only relevant criticism of this run is how, near the end of it, the quality dips in terms of progressively more cliche and nonsensical plots. However, it’s nothing unbearable.
Mark Millar + Grant Morrison (#130-141)
Millar and Morrison focus was on the more mystical aspects of a speedster’s abilities. Although this is a relatively short run, this era is known for its otherwordly, visionary concepts, with the writing maintaining an almost childlike reverence for the unexplainable and the overwhelming. It’s absolutely worth reading and, like Waid, introduces some of the more important recurring lore into the mythos.
Yet in spite of my praise for it, this run can come off as detached, especially since most Flash comics are known for street-level crime rather than the pseudo-spirituality that these writers seem to delight in. In general, it’s obsessed with making you feel, for better or for worse. But with that being said, I have no true complaints about this run and would recommend it to anyone even remotely interested.
Geoff Johns (#164-225)
I’ll admit it: I’m biased. Geoff Johns’ work on the Flash degraded the quality of writing to an almost laughable degree, and while there are some rare few sections of his writing that can be held to the standard of the previous two runs, the majority of his work is completely disingenuous to the characters, their motivations, and their relationships with one another. I can definitely understand why it endears itself to readers, but personally, it was incredibly aggravating to read through. My advice would be to try out the first ten issues or so and see how you like it: if you enjoy it, good for you, but if you don’t, you shouldn’t expect the story to get any better.
Johns’ main focus is on crime. Where before, writers focused on character development, Johns’ is nigh fanatical with his need to cram in overly dramatic fight sequences and dastardly villain schemes into every plot, and characters fall to the wayside because of it. This has the added effect of converting the Rogues—previously lawless if inoffensive criminals—into callous outlaws scrubbed clean of any previous personality. Similarly, Wally is now largely detached from his friends and family, and made into an isolationary force whose main recurring relationship seems to be the Keystone City police force. Joy.
SECTION THREE - THE FLASH (1987); OKAY, BUT WHICH ARCS EXACTLY?
Now, this is a lot of issues to get through. Maybe you just want to read a few arcs and dip your toes in before deciding to go any further. In that case, here are my three favorite arcs from The Flash (1987)—sorted chronologically—and a brief synopsis of each.
Born to Run (#62-65)
Born to Run is a four-part flashback to the very early days of Wally’s superhero career. As Kid Flash, Wally recounts his time at Barry’s side, the tumultuous relationship he has with his immediate family, and the dangerous consequences his powers have on his body. This is Waid’s first arc of the series and truly, one of the most iconic.
The Return of Barry Allen (#74-79)
My all time favorite, The Return of Barry Allen is a tense, action-packed story that is exactly as the title suggests: the return of Barry Allen. This arc fully cements Wally’s growth into the Flash, dealing with his lingering grief of his Uncle’s death, his feelings of inadequacy from taking up the cowl, and the conquering of both. Is it any wonder that it’s a classic?
The Human Race (#136-138)
To save the world, Wally must win a galaxy-spanning race. The odds are against him, Earth is a second away from combusting, and most baffling of all, Wally’s long-forgotten imaginary friend is the being he’s competing against. This is a compelling story of hope, awe, and the human condition, and absolutely worth suspending your disbelief for.
SECTION FOUR - THE CONCLUSION AND WHAT TO READ NEXT
This is not the end all, be all, to Flash comics. There’s plently I didn’t mention for the sake of simplification, some of which I personally adore, and many more that just require context that a beginner won’t have. So if you’ve read what you wanted and you’re looking for more, here is a short list of Pre-52 comics worth your attention:
Impulse (1995)
The Flash Secret Files (1997) #1
Green Lantern / Flash: Faster Friends + Flash / Green Lantern: Faster Friends
Speed Force
Flash & Green Lantern: The Brave and the Bold
All Flash
You may have noticed that I haven’t included anything post Flashpoint on this list. That’s because both 52 and Rebirth have large swathes of writing that are largely disappointing to read, so I can’t just point you in a direction and tell you to have fun. If you want a separate list for them, I’m more than happy to do so, and if you have any questions or even just an observation about these comics, feel free to send me an ask!
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The Morning Endeavors of the Immortal
Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist
POV: Third
Ship: Loki/Amora
Type: Fluff
Wordcount: 358
TW: None
Synopsis: Loki and Amora morning fluff ^^
A/N: You don't need to know anything about Amora really, you could read either the comics/book to know who she is- or just view her as a new character.
Day 2 of AU-gust: "Immortal"
Also my first time writing Enchantricks, since I haven't even finished reading everything she's in... but here's this anyways. :)
The fates had granted the couple many wonderful times together, but they had also had their fair share of foul moments in their lives.
For example, there was that time when they were younger where they had shattered the Godseye Mirror, which they had snuck into Odin’s vault to see. That certainly wasn’t their proudest moment, especially after Odin found out.
But the pair managed, continuing to be best friends, and at some point they developed into something more.
Since they both were practically immortal, they had been together for centuries. Sure, they had their fights, as did any couple, but they always managed to rebound and make up.
“Loki…” Amora groaned, rolling over on the bed as she pulled the blanket over her head. Loki stood in front of the window, gazing out at the flowers Amora had planted around their place in the Plains of Ida.
“What is it, my love?” Loki asked, turning to Amora on the bed. “Close the curtains, it’s too bright in here.” She said, clearly still half-asleep.
Loki chuckled, watching as Amora readjusted herself under the blankets. “Life is far too short for us to waste it away by sleeping.” He teased, and Amora lifted up one of her hands to flip him off.
“We’re literally thousands of years old, so I think I deserve to sleep for another few hours.” Amora said, not getting up.
Loki sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I made breakfast.” He said, and Amora lifted the blanket to reveal her head, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “What did you make?” She asked, and Loki smiled. “Vafler*, with all your favorite toppings.”
Amora shot up from the bed with a grin, pushing her messy hair out of her face. “Well then, you should’ve just started with that!” She said, standing up and stretching a bit before racing to the kitchen, leaving Loki to follow.
Upon seeing one of her favorite foods, she spun around and gave Loki a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, love.” She said, and Loki rustled her bedhead with his fingers. “Your welcome, my dear.”
*Basically Norwegian waffles
#amora the enchantress#Amora#Loki#Loki oneshot#Loki/Amora#Enchantricks#loki fluff#Enchantricks fluff#fanfic#loki fanfic#marvel#loki friggason#loki laufeyson#where mischief lies
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MUDDLED /kny; renmitsu (p)
・❥・platonic ship . friendship . modern au . fluff . humour . oneshot . short . crackfic . scatterpatter's incorrect quotes . mild language
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"Hey Kyo, you busy right now?" Mitsuri asked, popping her head in the room to see her best buddy reading his favourite comic book upside down.
Weird.
She always knew he was a bit eccentric but his recent behaviour makes her think if he's high on something.
"Nope! You wanted to talk?"
"Well yeah. Actually I wanted to show you a picture from last night that really upset me," Mitsuri said, not looking at the fiery haired man as she took a place next to him and unlocked her phone with a clean swipe.
"Okay but before that let me tell you something- in my defense Uzui bet me fifty cents I couldn't drink all that shampoo!"
"Yeah that's not what I wanted to sa- wait a damn minute-"
Mitsuri harshly grabbed Kyojuro by his shoulders, dug her freshly painted nails in his skin to form small crescents and screamed in his face with her voice cracking,
"you drANK ALL THE SHAmpoo?!!"
"Yes! Can you believe it?! That old bastard challenged me. Did he really think I wouldn't accept, huh? But I did and I won!" Kyojuro proclaimed and giggled like a little toddler who'd been given his most treasured toy.
"How are you still alive?!"
"You should be asking how I'm not dead...yet-"
"KYOJURO!"
And Mitsuri woke up with a start, realizing all that she'd just witnessed was a terrible nightmare.
Her sleep deprived mind just liked fucking with her.
Kyojuro wouldn't be so stupid enough to do that, right?
But if you were Mitsuri though, Kyojuro's best buddy, you wouldn't be so sure.
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#mitsuri kanroji#rengoku kyojuro#renmitsu#platonic#best friends#source: scatterpatter's incorrect quotes generator
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Does anyone have recommendation for Hollow Knight fic(s) that's heartwarming/just a little happier? It doesn't need to be very fluffy, just.... a little happier. Fics featuring Little Ghost, Pure Vessel, Quirrel, or the Nailmasters are preferable, but I don't mind other characters too - hard not to get attached with the characters in this game, really
Thank you in advance!
AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT, here are some fic recs of my own:
One-shot:
Forgiving What is Faultless (by bluebellbygones) - My absolute favorite. I cried. THK recovering with Hornet looking after them, while the both of them are also mourning for Ghost. THK meets PK, or what remains of him, and they get some kind of closure, and did I say I cried?
To know, if nothing else (by Machine_Finch) - PK finding out that THK is not pure before the sealing. The ending has a twist, and the atmosphere is excellent.
On the subject of idols (by Aspidiske) - Lurien, Ogrim. It’s a fancomic, not a fanfic, but such thoughtful look into the nature of the two characters’ loyalty. The author also has a tumblr by the name @/asp1diske-art and they upload their HK comics here. Their HK comics capture the melancholy of the game really well – and punch the readers’ guts really well too.
Hope Floats (by SwoodMaxProductions) - Quirrel & Ghost fluff. Ghost being a floaty and saved Quirrel. Fluffy and made of feels.
Missing Person (by FollowerofMercy) - Quirrel & Ghost. Ghost being a creepy but adorable kid who employs the help of the Mantis Lords to find their friend. Adorable, but mostly hilarious.
Confessions whispered in the dead of night (by ruthlesslistener) - Lurien/PK. Drunk Lurien, protective territorial PK. This makes me soft.
To be another (by snowmints) - The siblings. Quoted from the tags: “Featured: THK learning to enjoy things; also featured: Ghost’s persistently affectionate nature.”
Notches by the Door (by Payasita) - Post-ending, where both Ghost and THK live and they stay at Dirtmouth with Hornet. Grimmchild is there too and becomes the fourth sibling. This fic feels very bittersweet somehow, and there’s an undertone of loneliness (or sadness) even though the story is happy.
“i’d live for you” and that’s hard to do (by YunaTuna) - Quirrel & Ghost, Quirrel & THK. What goes on in Quirrel’s head in the fight with Uumuu and at the Blue Lake, and what happens after. This fic made me scream for various reasons throughout the whole reading. It is a roller coaster of emotion and it hurt and heal me simultaneously.
Talk (by Syntax) - A short, cute oneshot taking place post-game. Ghost asks THK things, including why a certain beetle wouldn’t talk to them anymore. The sibling dynamic is wonderful, excellently shown by my favorite part:
“The larger vessel brought a claw to their cracked mask, massaging the spot above their eyes as if they had come to a painful conclusion. Ghost watched them, enraptured. So wise, their sibling. They wondered what the Hollow Knight might say.
White-Saviour, the Hollow Knight said eventually. They sounded more tired than usual.”
Multi-chaptered:
Mellow in Softness (by UnregisteredCookie) - On-going. PK woke up in the ancient basin, climbed his way up, met and got roasted by Herrah, then met and got affection from Ghost.
A Lost Light (by elil) - Complete. PK got captured by a God Tamer, and the series of (mostly unfortunate) events that took him back to Hallownest. The other fics in the series are also delightful.
Tales from the White Palace (by Sitasita) - On-going. Oneshots from Sitasita’s Will Terribly universe. Excellent writing, wonderful world building and characterization, and saying the stories are entertaining is an understatement.
The light without whom I cannot see (by Eloidyrm) - Complete. PK/White Lady. A fic about their first meeting up till their marriage. Very sweet, and White Lady is a real delight: wise and witty and never passed up the chance to tease PK.
Sins of the Father (by Nike (weirdpianist), Nike was never the nice one (weirdpianist), ReverseInverse) - Complete. Shade Lord Ghost took PK back in time with them, and he gets the chance to be a better father. Featuring baby vessels and Ghost being a child in an eldritch god body.
Changing Perspective (by Brackets_002) - The Pale King got attached to his children and threw the Vessel plan out the window. It’s multi-chaptered and still on-going, but there’s so much fluff in the available chapters and it’s so, so sweet how the babies respond to their parents and vice versa. Also, if you’re not sold yet, I hope Ghost being called “the bean” would do the trick.
Broken Open Revealing Hollowness and Vibrance (by JaxxCapta) - Complete. Hornet taking care of THK after the fight with Radiance while dealing with grief and trying to be everywhere and taking care of two kingdoms at once. I haven’t finished reading this, but the writing is really good and the worldbuilding(?) feels solid, and I hurt for Hornet. Baby girl needs rest, probably for the next ten years.
I am learning again to live with scars (hoping this time you’ll walk it with me) (by resha04 aka me, lol) - Canon-divergence brought about by time travel, where the Pale King stopped the Vessel Project halfway through and raised the vessels as his children. All is relatively well, as well as it can be with the infection spreading, but the formerly Pure Vessel struggled with living as a child - a person - would.
#hollow knight fics#hollow knight fic rec#i know this game makes it kinda hard to write happy fics#but one cannot choose their needs#im writing one but i need food while its being written
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Kiss You Again
Viv Vision x Riri Williams (vivheart)
Author’s Notes: RAHHHHHHHH let viv vision be a black woman in the MCU (This oneshot has elements from the comics and MCU. There is also a bit of my personal headcannons!)
Vivian sat in her room with a familiar loneliness in the air. This desolate atmosphere was known to Viv, It was there when her brother died, when her mother took her own life, but the most recent was when she knew that her friend, Riri Williams didn't reciprocate her feelings when they first kissed. She knew that this outcome was possible, but not why it hurt her so much. It probably hurt her so terribly due to there being no closure between the two girls.
Maybe if they worked this out, just maybe she’d be able to look Riri in the eyes again. She knew the immense longing she felt for Riri wasn’t going to go away anytime soon, but she knew it wasn’t healthy to hold on to this for so long. But it was better to bottle her emotions up instead of letting them get out of wack every time she was around her teammate. She went over to her bed to lay down and at least to try and recollect her thoughts and possibly silence them.
She began to let her mind wander, rushing through the the other things she could possibly doing at the moment, but instead her mind kept bringing up Riri. She could only think of the other girl’s muscles, her hair which intricately down to the back of her head, and her eyes. Vivian loved looking into Riri’s eyes especially if Riri was working on something, She adored how beautiful Riri looked when her eyebrows knit together when she was stuck on something.
Viv noticed that her daydreaming had been cut short due to her dog, Sparky phasing through the door, almost leading someone to her. The person that had been following sparky had been none other than, Riri Williams. Viv quickly sat up at the sound of her teammate addressing Sparky as she walked in.
“Hey, Viv.”
“Hello Riri.” Said Viv trying to keep her composure.
“You missed the team meeting. You good?” said Riri sounding worried.
“I’m fine.” said Vivian, clearly lying through her teeth.
“Viv. Don’t lie to me.” Said Riri who had already made her way sit at the foot of the bed.
Viv feared if she told Riri that she desperately wanted to kiss her again it wouldn’t go well. Maybe Riri would quit the Champions for good this time. Plus Vivian had two others girls she knew that were practically begging to get with her, but she didn’t want them she wanted the one in front of her.
“You can say I’ve been somewhat stressed recently.” Said the synthezoid while she fidgeted with her thumbs. Riri had moved her hand to hold Viv’s as if trying to calm her down. Viv felt the warmth of her friend’s hand to look up at her to see she was wearing a tank top. Vivian’s eyes gazed along Riri’s muscles, taking in the sight. Vivian inferred that Riri had been upgrading her suit
“Wanna talk about it?”
Viv gently nodded her head trying to build up the courage to practically pour her heart out to Riri. She shakily exhaled tryin to find the right words.
“I really missed you.”
“Viv.. I missed you too.”
“No, I really missed you. I missed your sly comebacks, I missed how sarcastically you would dismiss me. I missed how you and Kamala would but heads the make up seconds later. I missed watching you work on your suit. I missed training with you, but most of all I missed seeing you smile. I like you Riri Williams. I always will.”
‘Viv.” Said the college student, clearly flustered. “I don’t know what to say.”
Viv attempted to pull away from Riri, which ended up being unsuccessful.
Silence began to fill the room as both of them were scared to speak, afraid of saying something stupid.
“Can I kiss you again, please?’ blurted out Viv without thinking.
Riri began to smile, her hand rose up to hold Vivian’s face. Vivian had almost melted into Riri’s hand which was surprisingly soft from working with a bunch of machinery earlier.
“Yeah. Now c'mere Ma.”
Viv nodded at the other girl’s adamant request. Leaning in unison with the girl she adored. Their lips pressed together with a tender yet charismatic need for more. Viv’s free hand slid up Riri's shirt to graze her fingers along her abs.
“Damn, your hand is cold.” said Riri, her confidence faltering for only a second.
Viv threw her head back slightly giggling at the situation.
“Wait, when did you start liking me?” Viv questioned.
“Well y’know when you gave me that cupcake?” Said Riri disclosing her romantic feelings she had for her friend.
“That was months ago!” Said Viv bringing her hands up to cove her own face.
Yeah I know. I was nervous that you lot feelings for me.” Uttered out the MIT student clearly embarrassed.
Vivian tenderly brushed her thumb across Riri’s bottom lip.
“I think we should keep doing this. I like kissing you.” said Viv utterly in awe. Riri smiled placing soft, small kisses along Vivian's cheeks.
“I like kissing you too Viv.” said, Riri with an affectionate expression on her face.
Viv laid back down onto her bed motioning Riri to join her. Riri laid next to her while running her hands through Vivian’s hair. Her eyes alternating to look at Viv’s eyes and her lips.
“So, Do you wanna go out?” Suggested Riri.
“On a date?” Asked Viv with sure excitement in her voice.
“Yes, a date” said Riri sighing with absolute admiration.
“Of course I will.”
The girls moved closer to embrace each other, their legs crossed over each other’s. Viv began to place soft kisses along Riri’s forehead as the rest of the world seemed to fade away. Vivian was finally with the girl she loved, and effortlessly enjoying every damn second of it.
End Notes: sparky best wingman
Hope y'all enjoyed! And remember stan vivheart - Wool☆
#marvelschampions#vivheart#viv vision#riri williams#ironheart#marvel fic#mcu fics#romance fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic#shipping
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can u do a marshapple oneshot ?? :0
I'll try. Remember I like writing things short (no size joke intended...or is there?), I'll see what I can do. Marshy will be a humanoid alien in this (considering that they are alien in canon).
Note: since there's continuity errors ab LA being illiterate (he used to read comics! They did him so dirty 😔) I hc that he has prescription glasses that look like sunglasses.
"Whooof, its done." Little Apple was finally done re-labling his monster truck, from "midget" to "little". Even after he was called the correct label, LA's vehicle still had it written on. It was bothering him for a good while.
But now, after lots of spray paint (and spelling mistakes), he was finished..and exhausted. Little Apple let out a long sigh and leaped into his truck (he's been training to jump really high for personal reasons), hitting the floor of it with an "oof!". After grabbing his sunglasses (actually prescription glasses), LA sat in the driver's seat, pulled out a comic book and leftover burrito, and...something was missi-
"Little Apple! Hiii~!" A small voice squeaked from outside, Marshy. They climbed into the truck (Noone know how they did) and crawled next to their companion. "What are you reading?" They asked. "Aquaman!" Little Apple replied, taking a bite outta his burrito, not taking his eyes of the page, not even when he felt a certain squishy body pressed into his side. Marshmellow then snuggled in even closer, "You look tired, did Orange come by?" They asked.
LA gave a chuckle, "No, he's making another gaming video. Another "Grimace shake" one." He then gave a silent Thank Boedigheimer for keeping Orange busy enough to leave Little A alone today. "Jus renamed my monster truck and it took a while, is all." Took another bite of his burrito. Marshy squeaked "I saw," then paused and wore a guilty expression as if they were to blame, "you...spelled "Little" wrong.".
Little A choked on his burrito, "WHAT?!" He turned to Marshmellow in disbelief, "again?! Whats it say?". They replied "It says "Lit Le"." The guilt turned to their trademark radiant smile "Oh! But- I think that's better!". LA calmed down a bit, "Y'think so? It does sound cooler..".
"Yeah! It has a sort of flare, like when you put rainbow sprinkles on cupcakes!"
Little Apple let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, "well anyways, it took a while and I'm exhausted." He looked at his best friend with a smile, Thanking Dane once again. This time, for giving him such a sweet and loving partner.
"Wanna join me?" Little A said, watching their face somehow light up even more. "Sure!"
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Not perfect, rushed. But fun to make! Hope you enjoy!
#annoying orange#asks#anon#marshapple#oneshot#human au or sm#u know what i mean lol#tw little person slur mentioned. only once tho#little a#Marshmellow#tw rushed oneshot
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In one of the chapters of 'Melody of Second Changes', you said no touchy with your OCs. Does this mean we can't write Oneshots or draw (well, attempt to) them?
fanart is welcomed as long as it's SFW! So are short fanart comics based on something that happened in the story. However written content like oneshots and stories make me uncomfortable unless they are from a mutual I know very well, so do not use my ocs to write stuff please and thank you. ^^;
If you draw one of my ocs however, feel free to tag me so I can come admire it!
#SE asks#anon asks#Secret Engima Rambles#fanart is welcome#fics using my ocs are not#thank you for asking tho!
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Hi. I’m back into Tomb Raider after 4+ months away. And do I have yet another WIP Fanfic in the works:
As you know, I love to kidnap my video game women. Including one certain Lara Croft. 2013 gets too much hate for it (even if they sorta went overboard first 20 mins with Torture Lara Croft Simulator 2013), but Lara eventually toughens up enough to save her friends and destroy the curse that is Yamatai and it’s Sun Queen.
When I finally played 2013 last year, some bad plot and aged/broken at times gameplay aside…it’s a brilliant and unique game that begins the road to this new Lara Croft being A SURVIVOR who still wants to honor her father, but in the right way.
In particular did I really love her surrogate father-daughter relationship with Conrad Roth, a English Royal Marine turned sailor and freelance treasure hunter. Roth was her dad’s best friend and bodyguard, promising to look after Lara upon Richard’s death. He’s watched Lara grow up into a young woman who’s too set for adventure. But his Endurance Expedition and it’s unfortunate marooning will not only test their relationship, but their bonds with the rest of the crew as well.
In essence, Conrad Roth is Lara Croft’s counter to Victor “Goddamn” Sullivan and his relationship with Nathan Drake.
With all of that said, let’s get to the fic setup: this is a planned Tomb Raider 2013 Fix It/AU. As usual with most of my fics, expect “Damsel Whump” a tad more often or two than even 2013 showed. Aka more Lara Croft and you guessed it: She WILL be properly BOUND AND GAGGED (likely too alongside her best friend Samantha Nishimura in THAT SCENE included).
But it’s not just damsel whump I want to feature: I want to do what 2013 unfortunately failed to do beyond certain dialogue and a very few select moments (unfortunates over half of Lara’s development in the Survivor Trilogy is via her Survivor comics set before and in-between 2013/Rise+Rise/Shadow) and that is CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. I want to tell more about Lara and Roth’s bond as well as the rest of the gang, including Lara’s best friendship Sam and how she is always doing her best even in the face of danger to boost Lara’s fragile confidence up.
Btw I will go ahead and spoil one plot point in which I want to do: I want Roth to LIVE PAST 2013 and INTO RISE. Granted, thanks to the events of my current WIP (crossover with Uncharted post-Lost Legacy featuring Sam Drake and Chloe Frazer), Roth will still perish. But I feel like he deserves more time to shine before his eventual demise in Lara’s arms.
And I will give one more major plot point I want to develop: Lara’s other mentor in 2013 is Dr. James Whitman, an American archeologist who to not say too much…doesn’t have the most outgoing or caring personality. How does he get to this point and will his and Lara’s bond ever be repaired? Find out already in this opening chapter!
With all that said and done, here’s Chapter 1 of Tied Up Tomb Raider 2013: Bondage of the Sun Queen! Chapter 1 alone contains creepy behavior including non consensual touching and oogling, kidnapping, non consensual bondage, and implied rape. But expect in future chapters the strong language, violence with blood, gore, and featuring of major character deaths through the fic to come along with of course more non con (won’t do explicit rape compared to many of my darkest stuff here, but for those fans of my darkest stuff: I’ll likely do some oneshot stuff or even short chapter AUs of Lara, Sam, and maybe even Joslin Reyes having their way with 😈)!
Oh and PS, hope you enjoy the manips down below too in addition to our opening chapter. PPS, now I’m wanting to write a weird out of left field crossover between Tomb Raider 2013 and Grand Theft Auto down the line. Read the captions and you’ll tell the potential plot bunny. 😏
#tomb raider#tomb raider 2013#lara croft#conrad roth#samantha nishimura#james whitman#damsel#bound and gagged damsel#kidnap whump#damsel in distress#fix it fic#manipulation#grand theft auto#crossover plot bunny
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Not just in drawing as a scene
I'd love to see it in alternative short stories about that fic, that's up to you. For example, in one episode, Erwin said that he wanted to marry MC, maybe we can see a oneshot or fic they got married 👀 I just wanna say your fanfic is awesome when I first discovered it it was summer time I would look forward to each episode and reread the previous episode until I could wait for the next episode I would replay the scenarios in my mind at work it was a good time. You have the best Erwin fics I've read, I'm looking forward to your future fics like your other fics.
oh my god so you’ve been here since my rotten p*gedust era??? i—🥹🏃♂️❤️🫠❤️🔥
and you’re speaking about the bonus, i see! i actually have a number of bonus chapters about dusk in the brightest — mostly revolving around slice of life (since they deserve it after getting piled w/ angst) OR the parallel activating at random moments that leads to reader’s breakdown (but it gets resolved™️ idk).
i remember someone saying they want to see levi & hange banter at the bonus so im taking that into consideration as well (if u have particular requests aside from that *married* life & more fluff, don’t hesitate to reach me out ^^). AND if you’re interested, this is what i have made in the bonus so far :D i think i’ll just finish this then turn some scenes into a comic (or whatever fits the narrative)
“You have the best Erwin fics I’ve read” HUESKSJSKJSJHSKEK HELPPPPP????? i sure as hell know i can never be the best in that field (and my self esteem would never let me think so) but let me wail over this comment nonetheless
i really can’t register the fact that people who were here since my early tumblr era (wherein 1 heart notif already has me on whiplash) could still see what i’m doing right now :’) it really means a lot to me and i’d like to shower u with love!!
#this is another “saying thanks isnt enough i need to smooch the reader” episode of rie#sorry for word dumping (not sorry)#i think this is the shortest i can get to express what im feeling rn#and it’s still not enoughdkskdks#rie answers
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BANDAID; LEE DONGHYUCK
troublemaker!lee donghyuck x reader
the continuation of exception, wherein Lee Donghyuck asked you out the help of his friend's suggestion.
genre: fluff, non-idol au, highschool au, slight crack, short fic
warnings: haechan lmao just kidding, ONLY SLIGHTLY PROOFREAD IM SO SORRY
words: 1.6k+
tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @jeonqquk @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @i-aecrysture @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as @gu-nil
dedicated to: @gu-nil and the anon who was wondering if im considering to make a part two of my supposed oneshot haechan fic! i did this for the both of you<3
a/n: i highly recommend reading exception first before this fic!
"Wait wait wait— Hold on, dude. What?" Mark said confused, his brows furrowed and his lips slightly gaping at his friend's declaration.
"I think I like her!" "No wait I don't 'think' I like her, I actually like her." "I LEGIT DO I SWEAR—" Donghyuck grabbed the older boy by his shoulders and started shaking him back and forth. "I am not doubting you just stOP SHAKING ME, HYUCK." And with that, Donghyuck did stop, his hands were still on Mark's shoulders and the two boys were just looking at eachother. It was like one of those scenes in an anime or in a cartoon where the animation suddenly turns into a very basic version of the original one, accompanied by a long awkward silence in a comical sense.
"How did you even come to that conclusion?" He asked the choco ball in front of him (yes that choco ball is Donghyuck). "Because I can't annoy her. I can't get her to be mad at me if you get what I mean. Unlike the others she's just chill. She's just... She's too much of an angel." He answered, his voice was gradually softening.
"And every time I had to make it up to her after the many failed attempts I did in the past, I'm surprised that I know her favorite snack are choco pies and her favorite beverage is the raspberry iced tea you can get at the vending machine for a song." He uttered. "That she tends to clasp her hands together when she's shy or nervous and that she has the habit of swinging her feet when sitting down and it's adorable, by the way—" Donghyuck continued, eventually listing every detail he didn't realize he knew about you. His words just slipped out if his lips effortlessly, there is no deception in them; they were true. Mark smiled at the sight of this Donghyuck. It was different from the chaotic one he always sees. One look at the boy's face and you'll already know that he means it when he said he likes you. "So... Are you gonna do something about that or what?"
That made Donghyuck think. The boy touched his chin using his thumb and his index finger as he squinted his eyes. When the realization hit him hard like a baseball bat yesterday, he still hasn't think of what will he do. "Should I ask her out?" He asked. "Well, yeah sure I guess you can do that. Just walk up to her and ask if she wants to grab coffee with you or something." Mark told Donghyuck. "That's sounds too boring. Why would I ask her to grab coffee with me when I can take her to an amusement park or something." Donghyuck complained. "It was only an example—" "You suck at giving examples then." The older boy looked into the distance, gazing at a nonexistent camera as if he was in the office for a moment before returning his eyes on Donghyuck. "Just go and do it, alright?" He said before patting the top of the younger boy's head.
Since first period he can't get you out of his mind, preoccupied by daydreams on how should he approach you. He had no problems on approaching you before but now that he has this feeling for you, it suddenly sent anxiety to every nerve of his body. This was the first time he ever felt like this. It was a foreign experience.
When his fourth class was dismissed, he happened to walk by the classroom of your section. He slowed down— sneakily taking a peek inside and he saw you looking outside the window. Donghyuck stopped, ending up standing in front one of the classroom's doors with his hands inside the pocket of his mustard yellow hoodie. The feeling of someone's eyes on you made you look straight at the door as if you already had an idea where your tingles are sensing it. Donghyuck was frozen, embarrassed that he was caught staring but when you waved your hand in a small manner, his frozen state melted down. He took one hand out of his pocket and waved back. The loud ringing of the school's bell interrupted the small moment. He didn't want to leave yet, but he knows he should as another (and the last) class is about to start. Since when did he ever care about attending class? He never did of course, but he enjoys the feeling of daydreaming in a period of time where he should be focusing on something else; it's not like he minds if he got scolded about it. The boy flashed a small smile before leaving and a grin crept its way onto your lips.
It amazed you that he becomes this completely different person when it comes to you; he wasn't this "asshole" everyone labelled him as. Usually, he was snarky around everyone; bossy sometimes as well. He likes messing around. He likes creating ruckus whether it be with a certain person or the entirety of the world. You received a lot of warnings in your first day that he liked to cause trouble; annoying people was his sole purpose in this world as they would put it. Well yeah sure maybe he did mess up your notes once, spilled paint on your uniform that took weeks to remove and tried to blame you for the small explosion that happened in the science lab, but you weren't mad. Your classmates were confused why you weren't mad. Donghyuck was confused why you weren't mad. You were taking everything well and maybe it's because you found him cute despite his efforts of trying to have this badass image.
The hoodies he wears have bears embroidered in them, the pencil he uses had those cute prints that are usually found in children's pencils, and his phone case was painted by his younger sibling. Even if you wanted to be angry, you don't think you can. Not when he looks like he came straight from those "soft boy moodboards". Not to mention, he was like a clingy child to his friends. All you see is a boy who is trying to enjoy his youth as much as he can (though that does not excuse his "asshole" behaviour with others).
Even though your friends are weirded out by your logic, you're just too ashamed to share to them that you have a crush on, apparently, the school's number one pain in the ass.
Suddenly you remembered that you haven't actually expressed your gratitude to the boy who gave a bandaid with bears on them and you thought that maybe now is your time to make it up to him after all the snacks and drinks he bought you out of guilt. Time was ticking and the teacher at the front was busy teaching as you took noted down important information. Seconds became minutes but the both of them just passed by. The next thing you were doing was gathering the courage to walk up to him. How do I say thank you? Why am I nervous I'm just going to say thank you. You told yourself while you were walking through the busy hall filled with students rushing to leave the school grounds, a bag of chips and a can of coffee in your hands.
As if yesterday repeated itself, the collision of two bodies made a moderately strong impact. Unlike what happened last time, both didn't end up thrown on the ground. It just caught the two people off guard. "Hey watch it—" Donghyuck shut his mouth immediately when he recognized the person to be you; the switch for his attitude seemingly turned off. "(Y/N)! God we really need to stop meeting like this. Are you alright?" He chuckled slightly before asking you with concern in his voice. "I'm fine. Don't worry, Hyuckie." You assured. Hyuckie??? The boy felt his soul escaping his body for a moment just to jump around and panic over the nickname. For a good amount of time, the two of you were just standing there. No one had the intention of walking away or saying goodbye because both people had something else to say.
"Do you want to grab coffee with me?—"
"Do you remember the bandaid?—"
The both of you were staring at eachother with a shocked expression as you both spoke at the exact same time. At this point, the hall was almost empty and it was just you and Donghyuck left in the middle of it. You were flustered, you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and Donghyuck can feel the same thing. Not because you asked if he remembers the bandaid he gave you yesterday, but because he can't believe he actually blurted those words out of his mouth. For the mean time, the atmospheric was awkward, not until you gave him an answer.
"I'd love to." You replied shyly. Donghyuck's eyes widened, "REALLY? I mean uhm... really?" He asked with giddiness. "Yes really." You chuckled.
"Can you uh hold on for a second?" "Yeah sure, Hyuck."
Donghyuck proceeded to run all over the hall, doing jumps every once in a while. He was like a child that had too much energy and it made you laugh. He stopped in front of you and cleared his throat, an uncontrollable smile plastered on his face. "So what about the bandaid?"
"I just wanted to say thank you and I also want to give you this as well." You said as you handed the bag of chips and the can of coffee to the boy. "Oh it's no biggie, you didn't have to get me these. But thank you as well." Donghyuck smiled and it made your heart skip a beat.
"Let's go to a nearby cafe tomorrow after school?"
"That sounds great, Hyuckie."
"Alright I'll see you then."
He couldn't stop smiling like an idiot even after you left, leaving Mark with a lot of keyboard smashed text messages from the boy.
#ficscafe#kflixnet#neoturtles#ankathia#koffeenet#nct#nct u#nct dream#nct 127#nct 2021#neo culture technology#nct fanfic#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct u fluff#nct u imagines#nct dream fluff#nct dream imagines#nct 127 fluff#nct 127 imagines#nct haechan#nct 127 haechan#nct dream haechan#lee haechan#lee donghyuck#nct haechan fluff#haechan fanfic#haechan scenarios#haechan fluff#haechan
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