Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cobra Kai (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Moon/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz Characters: Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Moon (Cobra Kai) Additional Tags: Angst and Humor, Innuendo Summary:

Hawk knew he should've been giving Moon his full attention.

But he couldn't get his mind off the All-Valley.

Re: wtf is going on with Gojo’s Six Eyes/A list of Gojo’s ridiculous powers

Tbh I had to write this up because I too have trouble keeping up with this man’s massively over-powered abilities lol. Y’all also I’m lowkey shook how many of you haven’t watched jjk and only know the shitposting dumpster fire that is Ru-kun 🤣 amazing

Six Eyes: Okay so in JJK the Six Eyes can see cursed energy in, like, super granular detail, up to great distances, and Gojo can tell a lot about a person from that alone. It’s also the reason he has like, infinite cursed energy, because it can use all the info to regulate his cursed energy to maximum efficiency so his output is almost zero. He’s also impossible to sneak up on (by everyone but Toji lol) because of it, and has some kind of eidetic visual memory? I imagine he just has an eidetic memory to begin with though haha. I honestly just kinda assume it’s like the Byakugan without the weird seeing right through people. In the BNHA verse this basically just means he can ‘see’ people’s quirks all around him, in a radius thats probably like 25m at rest (like has his blindfold on and isn’t actively using it) and up to 1km (.5 miles) in like ‘battle mode’, he’s paying attention doesn’t have a blindfold on etc, and like 5k+ in the ‘oh shit I’ve lost my kid’ panic mode. So from like an AoE standpoint it’s okay, BNHA has heroes with quirks that have a better radius than that, but the level of detail it has is pretty god-tier, like if he’s in a crowd of hundreds of people he can still pinpoint every single quirk and what it is. 

In this universe the Six Eyes can see Plus Alpha Energy, aka Quirk Energy. Gojo can see what a person’s quirk is and more or less how it works. As of the most recent JJK chapters, it was also revealed that the Six Eyes can see souls or something like it? It’s also unclear how much they see beyond just ‘energy’ as Gojo regularly walks around with a blindfold on and doesn’t bump into shit, and inanimate objects don’t have Cursed Energy in JJK canon, so idk how he does that if the Six Eyes only see Cursed Energy. 

They also tire him out to some extent, and can’t be ‘turned off’ like the Sharingan/Byakugan, which is why he normally covers them with a blindfold, sunglasses, or bandages as he did for whatever reason in JJK 0. I headcanon that it’s not debilitating for him to go a long time with them uncovered by any stretch, but it does exhaust him. And since he doesn’t like using his Reverse-Cursed Technique without reason, he’d rather just keep them covered. 

It’s also never stated why tf they’re called the Six Eyes. Why Six??? Whatever there’s a lot that is unexplained in JJK we just gotta roll with it. 

THEY ARE ALSO BEAUTIFUL??? What a vibe Akutami-sensei so glad we’re done with the whole creepy byakugan shit ✨

Limitless Techniques (blue, red, hollow purple): They work the exact same as they do in JJK, manipulating space using the concept of infinity, etc etc. The only real difference is that people can see them in BNHA even if they don’t have cursed energy (I think in JJK technically non-shamans can’t see cursed energy at all?) For readers who haven’t watched JJK, Limitless acts on the atomic level and more or less works like gravity. There’s Blue, which attracts, and Red, which repels. Hollow Purple is when Gojo combines positive infinity and negative infinity and makes a spatial anomaly in a very epic and unsubtle way. We’ve only ever seen Gojo use it as a beam of pure destruction, so we don’t really know much about its actual limitations. Since it’s more or less voiding reality though, I imagine it’s unstoppable and there’s just no way to block it, you either get out of the way or don’t exist anymore lol. In my fic, it’s main limitation is that it’s on the slower time (long activation) isn’t very precise and can’t be stopped once he starts it. 

Infinity: Again, exact same as in JJK. Gojo’s mastery of it + his Six Eyes + his reverse-cursed energy technique means he never has to turn it off ever. He has an impenetrable forcefield around him that theoretically can be activated 24/7. Is it good for him to have it on that long? Probably not because he has to use his reverse-cursed technique to constantly ‘refresh’ his brain and I am of the opinion there is nothing more curative in life than good sleep lol. What does Infinity keep out? Literally everything. Every. Fucking. Thing. Rewatching JJK ep8 is insane this thing even stops sound waves. At any rate in this fic it again stops everything, even quirk energy (or rather, the plus alpha energy waves emitted by quirk energy)  

^ Gojo being op asf in EP 8 stopping Jogo’s attack and his soundwave-attack bug things

Infinity is also automatic. JJK S2 ends with Gojo perfecting Infinity to the point it works without conscious thought on his part, and literally filters ‘dangerous’ things out by calculating their speed/matter/velocity. He can reconfigure what can/can’t pass through his barrier basically instantaneously, and as of JJK S2 was figuring out how to go even further and filter out things at the atomic level,  like parsing out certain molecular structures that are poisonous. Infinity in a nutshell runs like a computer program, or more specifically an if/then statement, and Gojo can program it however he likes. 

An explanation of how Infinity interacts with Quirks/what quirks work on Gojo vs. what quirks don’t can be found here 

Domain Expansion (Infinite Void): Forgot to include this one on the first go around but adding it since he does use this technique in this fic at least once. Domain Expansion in JJK is the ‘pinnacle of Jujutsu Sorcerery’ and in essence it envelops the user and nearby people in a certain radius (not sure what it is exactly but I’m assuming you have to at least see the person to be able to drag them into your domain) into a ‘domain’ controlled by the user. It’s the most OP of all cursed techniques and Gojo isn’t the only sorcerer who can use it, although his is like the most lethal of everyone’s. His is called Infinite Void and its this existential crazy ass world where all the information of the entire universe floods his opponent and basically renders them inert because its too much information for any mortal brain to process. 

Aaaaand the only way to combat it is to lay out an opposing domain, and since no one can do that in bnha it’s unbeatable lol. Gojo doesn’t use it often because it tires him out and it’s also just not useful unless he’s trying to render someone brain dead or other very specific occasions. 

Reverse-Cursed Technique: Using reverse-cursed energy to heal. Idk how this works it confuses me to this day, all I know is that it can heal crazy shit and Gojo used it on himself to bring himself back from the brink of death: spoiler alert, like knifed in the brain kind of ‘brink of death’. So even if someone ever manages to get past Infinity, they’d have to blow him up/cut off his head to have him stay dead lol. As of canon, he hasn’t ever used it on anyone else other than himself - apparently that’s harder to do than self-healing? 

Quirk - Blue Flames: His actual ‘quirk’ that he was born with as Todoroki Touya are his flames, and he basically never uses them on their own in this story. This is the exact same quirk as the OG Dabi, it just doesn’t hurt him because he can use Infinity to create a barrier between himself and his own flames, since I don’t believe they’re ‘emitted’ from inside his body. While he may no longer injure himself using his flames, they still tire him out way more than his cursed techniques (where he has his Six Eyes to precisely ration how much he uses to a negligible amount) just like over-using a quirk would any other quirk-user. 

Quirk + Cursed Energy - Cremation: This is a combo of using his quirk and his cursed techniques. He was already god level from his cursed energy, but cremation makes him like a double god or something 🤣 stupidly overpowered. Insta-death shit. He emits flames using his quirk, draws an imaginary barrier of ‘Infinity’ around a defined perimeter, and uses the pressure of his Limitless Blue (attraction) to condense the flames in that space into, like, supernova levels almost instantaneously. Like this is not fire anymore, this is legit plasma. Basically he’s using heat and pressure to cause nuclear fusion on the atomic level. It seemed very fitting, since his cursed techniques are all atomic based. It achieves the same end state as Hollow Purple using different methods. 

Pros - it doesn’t leave a trail of destruction like Hollow Purple; Gojo can be very granular on what area is effected by the technique; its much faster than Hollow Purple, being almost instantaneous. 

Cons - not as flashy (which would totally be a con for Gojo lol); leaves no trace behind; tires him out since it requires him to use his quirk, which is not refreshed by his reverse-cursed technique or regulated by his Six Eyes. 

Teleportation: had to come back to add this one too lol. This is still pretty unexplained in JJK, so I’m making it up. Mine is based on 2 things - time and proximity. Time as in - the last time Gojo was at the point he wants to teleport to (an hour ago, yesterday, two weeks ago, etc.). Proximity as in - how close the two points he’s traveling to are. To me, Teleportation and Hollow Purple are his two cursed techniques that require the most energy, but teleportation’s energy expenditure depends on the two factors I mentioned above. Like Gojo warping him AND Hawks back to his hotel in Tokyo from Palawan? That would put a noticeable dip in his reserves, even with his Six Eyes. Because it’s a long-ish distance, because it had been at least a few days since he’d last been to his hotel, and the real kicker - because he was teleporting another person, which I imagine to be 100x more taxing than teleporting himself. But him teleporting around the forest in the training camp? That’s nothing to him because the distance was so close. (Although him teleporting Izuku and Kota back to the camp cost him more in energy than erasing Muscular from existence LOL) In my fic he doesn’t need to know the exact destination of where he’s teleporting if he has a ‘lock’ on someone’s quirk and knows their exact GPS coordinates - i.e., how he found Yui. 

Also unrelated to gojo’s powers I bought the Mappa animation keyframe book for JJK and omggg look at it its stunning!! also Gojo 10/10 confirmed wears lipgloss 🤣 Mappa has it outlined and everything!! 

The Adventure's of a Teenager that Somehow Got Hired at One of the World's Biggest Franchises, Fazbear's Entertainment Pizzaplex, as the Daycare's Attendant's Assistant.

Your job?

Well, it basically reads

"Keep the Sun and Moon animatronic at bay, don't let them go crazy and cover up things animatronics can't do 👍👍"

And what can they can not do?

This is, a PLATONIC x Reader

(Alright this is some stupid thing I came up with, I read every like a lot of fanfic of these two robots *except for, the, the, the, hundreds, thousands of... The questionable fics that I am very concerned about but like if u read them, you do you 👍* so Y/N here is gender neutral, and personality wise, it combines with mine, my friends, and the general internet, so yeah. Mostly comedy and shitposts, so if u wanna laugh at stupid things or cringe and vibe, enjoy 👍👍 expect typos and wrong grammar in this)

First Meetings-

'Damn...' You thought to yourself. 'I am, working. I AM WORKING. At a job... I FEEL LIKE AN ADULT NOW.'

This has gotta be one of the most exciting bus rides you've ever gotten, along with school field trips, seeing your friends and for vacations.

Sure, you were very very nervous and you have been screaming into your pillow every night this week. Once you step into that Pizzaplex you low-key always wanted to visit but didn't have time plus all of your friends are in different countries, you didn't have the chance to visit, you're going to be adulting by yourself for the very first time.

So, you're exited. And that's okay since you already listed every single bad thing that might happen before you went to sleep last night.

Like, Karens. Oh you're so gonna beat their asses, IF, if, you're going to meet one. Getting lost, you're kinda, bad with directions but after maybe a week you would get to know where every single bathroom stall there is in that damn massive Plex.

And lots lots more.

All of your friends were screaming and cheering you on and hyping you up in the discord server you all created when you were starting highschool. It was great.

The bus stopped, and that would be a 20 minute walk to the pizza Plex.

It was around 6 AM, you're expected at 8 AM.. sheeesssshhhh. I mean I can't blame ya I would be totally super early on my first job as well, and that would give you more time to explore the place!

Pulling out that fancy fancy badge, card? You're just gonna call it a badge to make it sound a bit professional. It opened the staff door right beside the main entrance, and woah. This place is damn huge.

You almost screamed when a, uhh, staff bot? Yeah staff bot, when a staff bot zoomed passed you, mopping the floor.

Then BLA BLA BLA you go the management then BLA BLA

You thought to yourself, I'm bored I wanna do my job already!

"Why are you here so early, kid?" A mechanical voice was heard towards your right when you walked out of the management office.

And oh my gosh it's Roxy. The Roxy, the Roxy you see online and Tumblr, who everyone loves and adores.

Oh my gosh.

"The place doesn't even open at 8 AM, employees are required to be here at 7 and it's, 6. And you look a bit, young to be working, and people only above 18 can work."

"Does a week after turning 18 count?" You ask, with the sweet sweet innocent you have in your eyes.

Roxy, amused, gave you a look, then laughed.

Holy shit, you made one of them laughed.

"I like your energy, kid, now run along. Familiarize yourself with the place._ Roxy then proceeded to walk away, slaying.

"Oh okay, I will! bye bye." You said, before running into the opposite direction of the daycare, checking your map, and running into the right direction.

Now now, there are two ways to go to the daycare. One, the long way, two, you just go up the escalator and a big entrance to the daycare is right there.

Now, you use your big brain, and made a big decision by yourself.

If you take the long way, you will have lesser time to get to know your future work mate, BUT BUT, you get to explore the plex more.

But, if you take the escalator, you won't be able to explore the work place, discovering and learning more about its history within the company and possibly meet new people.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

You take the escalator lmao.

It's a good thing because

"Wait bro I get into the daycare with a slide??" You said to no one as you look at the tube slide entrance.

You look left and right, and to the big ass golden statue of your future work mate, work mates? There's two of them, Sun and Moon, huh.

There's no other entrance.... But you must keep your adult dignity- eh who cares

You climbed into the slide and slid off, making a weak woooohhhh sound and with an oof, fall into a ballpit.

Holy hell a ballpit, you haven't been to one in a while.

You quickly text ur group of friends in a discord server about this, but stopped when you quickly heard a cheer, that wasn't yours.

You look up onto what seemed to be a balcony, to see your work mate!! It was Sun!! Now he's jumping down to the ballpit that you're in, completely disappeared.

You wait for a while for him to pop up, but nothing.

"Wait, YO!" You struggled to move in the ballpit, trying to get to the part where your work mate had fallen. "DUDE BRO. YOU OKAY?

Silence.

"Aw hell naw I did not get my work mate killed on my first da- AH WHAT THE FA-"

"LAAAAAAANGGGGGuageee!!!" A perky sing song voice shouted from underneath your picked you up. Holy hell you felt like a some child again.

"Language! My new friend! Holy guacamole! Are you the new hire!! You must be our new assistant!!" He puts you down, helping you stand on the floor. "It's so good to have someone with us, human as well! Children aren't so use to a big ol' clunk of metal taking care of them, but they get better after a while! It's wonderful to have some sort of human figure with them!"

Sun, was very, energetic. Always moving about and all. Damn, spare the energy for the poor please, need that for them school studies 👍

"Yes I'm the new hire guy!! I'm (your first name and last name because professional lmao) but just call me Y/N."

"I'm Sundrop! Friends call me Sun! And we're going to the bestest of friends forever and ever!" His head spun around. "We have around 45 minutes until the children arrive, but some come in early! So we got to get all tidy!"

Immediately agreeing and running off to do your task, you SWEEP SWEEP SWEEP the floor, or vacuum, and mopped it.

Then soon, the little gremlims are out of the play. But it was a piece of cake since even though you always claimed you hated children, you somehow, deep down, you would kick many asses to keep their butts safe.

After a few hours, it was almost closing time and your supposed shift to end, but management has requested a last minute take over for about 4 hours, which was okie dokey since ya didnt mind, it was a Friday after all, so no classes.

However, Sun was not okay.

"YO SUN!!" You called over when you were done putting all of the plastic balls into the ballpit.

Sun immediately looked over to your direction.

"Management called and I need to stay for 4 hours more after this! I feel so important now!" You pump a fist dramatically, as if this was the best thing that has ever happened in your life.

Sun looked distraught.

"But, but! You might get tired!"

"I stayed up until 4 AM to finish a group project that none of my group mates helped with, I'm experienced!"

"A group project?- Nevermind of that but, your parents-!"

"They trust me since I'm a mighty adult now!"

"Well, dear, you are still a growing teen at heart. Don't forget the 'teen' at 18!"

"Wellllll, you're right.."

Sun felt relieved.

"But I'mma still stay, I'll just get some more arts and crafts supplies!"

"Wha- wait wait!-"

"Be back in like, 30 minutes!"

You pushed the door open and it closes by itself.

Sun stood there like a dumbass. He sighed, idk how tho.

"Moon, please don't scare them away. They're still a kid.. hey, I know that laugh. Seriously! Don't scare them they aren't like the security guards- oh now I know you're not listening."

..

After a while, you pushed the door open with your foot, but was surprised when you were met with darkness.

"Bruh." You try to adjust your eyes into the darkness, it was oddly silent.

"Eyo Sun? Bestie?" You called out for him, and no reply.

Annoyed and worried, you decided to keep on calling out for him, by shouting every single nickname you know in internet slang history.

"Sun? Sunny? Mr Sun Sun Mr Golden Sun? Broski?"

You checked into on the tubeslides. Nothing.

"Bestie are you thereeee?" Your voice echoed, nothin.

"Bruh, my work mate disappeared, rip."

You went towards the security desk that glowed in the dark.

"SUNNN! I'mma just, uhh, I'mma just put the stuff on the desk!" You do as you say. "I got them glitter, some of them are in rainbow colored! I got cool stickers, very cute. Some googly eyes, heh, always wanted those."

Then you went silent when you heard bells jingle behind you.

"Ah! Sun! Why are you so quie-"

"Little children like you, must be in bed now"

A scary figure with red eyes looked down upon you.

"AH WHAT THE HELL- AHHHH!" You automatically punched the thing and skipped away.

The thing fell down and grunted, making a pained noise, somehow. Do robots even feel pain? Idk man.

You got your phone out of your pocket and pointed the flashlight at the thing, it's Moon, from the statue. One of your work mates.

Panic and guilt flooded over you.

"Oh my gosh x6 IM SO SORRY SORRY!" You cried out as you knelt beside the Moon guy. "BRO BRO DUDE IM SO SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT SORRY IT WAS INSTINCT I DIDN'T KNOW I COULD PUNCH THAT HARD IM SORRY!!"

Your hands clasped together and hesitantly tried to get Moon up.

In Moon's mind, he didn't even felt any pain, he was just, a tad bit shock how much bravery this, child has. An adult child.

"You..."

You went silent.

"Should be in bed now." The Moon guy said.

You checked your phone. It was 10:30 PM.

"It's just 10:30 PM though."

Moon blinked. "What do you mean by that, it is clearly past your bed time."

"But I don't have a bedtime! I sleep at like, 12 AM at best!"

"Naughty naughty..."

Moon stood up, holy shit you just realize how tall he was.

Before Moon was able to speak, you speak.

"Bruh, why are you so SOOO tall! Spare some height for the short please, thank you!" You told him, standing up.

Moon sighed, robotically. "If only you have sleep a little more, you would be as tall as us by now. But you are not, the earlier the better.."

"Well even if I sleep now, my boss wouldn't be happy. And I'm not sure if I'm allowed to sleep bro"

Moon grumbled, clearly, he is working with someone who still is a child at heart. So he thought of an idea.

"How about this." You gasp in amazement as Moon slowly flew up into the ceiling, disappearing into the darkness.

"Since I still have to patrol the area, let's play a little game.."

BOOM CLIFFHANGER BECAUSE IM EVIL HEHEHEHEHE

Just tell me, especially in ask blog thing if u want more, I don't go chomp chomp dw

Kinktober ~ Day Six

Incest | Camwhore | Knifeplay

400 words

18+ only

Kurt Kunkle

Smut, Crack Fic, Shitpost

Tags: masturbation; public masturbation; crack fic; cyberbullying; explicit language; bad memes; harambe mention; unfunny usernames; video porn; live chat

"Hey guys! Kurt here, back again with another video!"

Jordan851 omg he's back

asssssmathic no way thats him

ulolio fake

IckySticky fake

"Today I'm going to be doing something a little bit different for you guys..."

gamegal 🎣🎣🎣🎣

local_pinto_bean fake

GoneGorl didn't see that coming

ratfucker69 woah there

IckySticky praying nothing else comes off

beanie666 please let this be another shirtless samurai display

"...what do you think? You want Kurt to take care of you?"

local_pinto_bean nice nips tho

destiels_dog we stan a skinny king

GoneGorl uh what did he say

GabbaGhoul take care of deez nuts

ulolio this has taken a turn

"Ten subs and I'll keep going."

BurgerKum wtf is happening

🔷 asssssmathic subscribed to kurtsworld96

🔷 beanie666 subscribed to kurtsworld96

asssssmathic gotta see where this goes

zingzingzingba wtfffffff

🔷 sqagm subscribed to kurtsworld96

🔷 John Quimm subscribed to kurtsworld96

🔷 destiels_dog subscribed to kurtsworld96

"Keep em coming, guys"

gamergal omfg why why why

🔷 clowntown_usa subscribed to kurtsworld96

IckySticky make it stop omg

MemeTeamSix dicks out for harambe

🔷 kurtsgurl96 subscribed to kurtsworld96

ratfucker69 this boys really bout to jack it on stream for 10 subs

BurgerKum if the underwear come off im out

🔷 wibblebibble subscribed to kurtsworld96

" 'This boys really bout to jack it on camera for 10 subs'... Haha... I dunno guys, you wanna see that? Maybe for... 15?"

local_pinto_bean legit tho hes kinda hot

🔷 ratfucker69 subscribed to kurtsworld96

🔷 local_pinto_bean subscribed to kurtsworld96

ulolio why are you all thirsty for this greasy bean boy?!?

BurgerKum hoo doggy there it is

sqagm 🥵🥵🥵🥵

GoneGorl jfc

GabbaGhoul nice schlong bro

asssssmathic is it wrong im getting hard???

"5 subs to go, don't let me down now you guys!"

🔷 haganator66 subscribed to kurtsworld96

🔷 zongo1337 subscribed to kurtsworld96

justagaydog so uh heard a guy was beating his meat live on stream and uh

zingzingzingba i cant look away

🔷 dracomilfoy subscribed to kurtsworld96

justagaydog i guess i shouldnt be surprised

🔷 lanadelrage subscribed to kurtsworld96

yartzzzzzzzzz 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

GoneGorl nah im out

🔷 GusFringIsMyDad subscribed to kurtsworld96

"Okay, you asked for it!"

beanie666 surely this is a bit

royaldankofscotland daddy 💦🥵

DavidAsselhoff WHAT THE FUCK

GabbaGhoul power move

MemeTeamSix that wrist action tho

"Yeah... ungh... Y...you like that?? Mmmph... okay guys, if we hit 25 subs I'll... Mmmmmmphfffuck..... I'll finish, okay? J-just 10 more subs, we can--"

THIS STREAM HAS BEEN REMOVED BY LIVEFLY.COM

zee if you want to sh*tpost (literally and figuratively sorry i'll take my joke and leave) you can! if you want to post nothing but that 24/7 then good for you (wait does tumblr still have post limit) good for me too cause idk i love your brain honestly.

if you got nothing to post that's okay too! whatever works for you...

but can i ask what is a shit post in your drafts that you'll be willing to share now? (i have like 78 drafts (cause i delete them after a bit) all random rambling or sh*tposts lmao)

i mean to be fair, i already don't post anything so i've already got that one down HAHAHHA but yea i've honestly been shitposting more on twitter bc i have less followers there and i feel?? less intimidated versus doing it here where there is a Large Number of People who could potentially see my shitposts but yeah :D i think i will be posting my shitposts here (including my shit-related stories) more often!!

and yeah i've shared a few shitposts a couple days ago, and i gotta say... i have like 500 drafts and i'd say they're like 60% nonsense, 20% old fic drafts, and 20% actual shitposts so i'll share like... this snippet of a discontinued fwb shitpost au that never saw the light of day enjoy (it's kinda nsfw but yea... it's dumb)

(basic plot is that yoongi and y/n are childhood best friends turned fwbs but!! add a large heaping spoonful of mutual pining and miscommunication and you get this >:D anyway this is the scene near the end where y/n is trying to confess but yoongi is mad bc he has a dick rash from too much sex lol)

“Yoongi, are you awake?”

The man in question lets out a soft grumble, his eyes still clenched shut even when he responds. “Wish I wasn’t. Why? If you’re gonna ask me if we can fuck, I’m going to strangle you.”

You squawk indignantly, pinching his underarm fat in retaliation. “Hey! I don’t always ask for sex.”

Yoongi snorts. “Well, say that to the rash on my fucking dick. Which, by the way, is entirely the reason I can’t sleep right now.”

You roll your eyes. “Stop overreacting, you big baby.”

At your taunt, Yoongi’s eyes shoot open. “What the fuck?!” he growls, shoving your shoulder. “You saw how it looked like! It looked like a squirrel nibbled on my cock like it was a fucking churro."

You level him with deadpan stare. "What do you mean? It already looked like that before the dick rash happened."

Not deigning your with a response, Yoongi shifts an inch away from you, turning over with a loud huff. "Go back to sleep, Y/N."

"Yoongi, come back," you whine, shaking him by the shoulders. "This is actually really important. I think I've had an epiphany."

"Really? I didn't think that could happen. Aren't you required to, like, have a functioning neural system for that?" Yoongi drones, voice dripping with exhaustion. You honestly feel kind of bad for annoying him when he clearly just wants to go to bed, but you needed to talk to him before your caffeine-induced confidence ebbs away.

"Yoongi, please. I'm not kidding."

Yoongi yawns, snuggling deeper into his blanket. "So am I. We can talk when it's not deadass o' clock, okay? Sweet dreams, Y/N."

There's a beat of silence. You wait to hear if Yoongi's breath to deepen, but it doesn't come. You count to ten in your head slowly, before releasing a sigh filled with so much melancholic emotion that it surely could have landed you an Oscar nomination. Or at the very least, it gave you Yoongi's attention.

With a resigned sigh of his own, Yoongi rolls over to face you, his bedhead momentarily blinding him (but not protecting him from the foul stench of your morning breath). He brushes his bangs away and is greeted by the sight of your normally cheerful face scrunched up in worry. “Oh. Are you being serious right now?”

“I’m always serious,” you scoff. “I’m so serious that business majors probably get wet dreams about me.” You pause, thinking. “Or something like that. I don’t actually know what business majors do and I’m too afraid to ask at this point.”

“Y/N, we are literally sleeping on your Dora the Explorer bedsheets that you got for sale at a garage sale two years ago. This is the farthest thing from anything serious."

"Okay, no need to be project your dick rash rage onto Dora and Diego," you huff.

"I DO NOT HAVE DICK RASH RAGE?" he seethes.

"Spoken like a true dick rash rager," you respond calmly, further aggravating him. "Listen, I am trying to be serious here and you're honestly making it very hard right now—"

"Sorry," he says, sounding somewhat genuinely remorseful.

"—which is suboptimal, considering your dick is very much out of commission right now—"

"ALRIGHT ASSHOLE I AM GOING BACK TO SLEEP!" Yoongi threatens to turn over once more, but not before you can sling him back towards you until your noses were just barely touching.

“Yoongi, you know that I value your honesty very much—”

“What the fuck,” Yoongi interrupts. He levels you with an incredulous stare, his eyebrows arching comically. “No? You don’t? You literally tell me to shut up every time I tell you that your shoes are fugly as hell.”

“Those are my Crocs® and I would greatly appreciate it if you would keep your unsolicited opinions to yourself,” you counter. “But this time, I actually need your opinion on something so you’re free to be as brutally honest as you’d like.”

“Ah yes, my favorite pastime... Being a dickhead, but consensually,” Yoongi drawls.

Bakugou Imagines │ With Calm & Indifferent S/O

I thought this dynamic would be hella interesting and fun to write about in a lil piece. I may make it into an entire fic?? Who knows, my ass is literally numb from sitting in one spot through the entirety of typing this - Anyway, enjoy this 2AM shitpost of mine!  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I feel like this GIF would sum up the dynamic perfectly.

Bakugou: Angrily yelling during a porcupine rampage

S/O: Continues sipping their tea and minding their business while riding through their inner turmoil “Do fish get thirsty?” “I wonder what I should have for breakfast tomorrow.” “Do spiders pee? Have I ever sat in spider pee?” “I should really check my mail.”

This initially frustrated Bakugou to no end, he felt as though you were treating him as some insignificant extra. Yet the more he observed you, the more he found himself grossly fascinated by your existence. It seemed as though you were that way with everyone, but why? 

Surely there was more to you than that unreadable persona, right? Did you feel more than you let on? Think more than you spoke?

The more he found himself thinking about you, the more frustrated he became.

Until one day he slammed you against a wall in the hallway, Izuku stumbling upon the scene and debating whether to step in and diffuse the situation, but he was shocked to find that judging by the look on your face, you literally could not give a rats ass about the close proximity with his snarling face inches from yours, staring at him as though he was chatting about the weather.

“Yeah?” You spoke, gazing up at him with typical aloof glaze over your eyes that made him almost short circuit as badly as Denki.

“The hell do you mean YEAH? Why you always looking at me with that damn face, don’t I scare you?”

Bakugou was used to people cowering in fear or becoming prickly with edge from his volatile nature, tip toeing around him in hopes he wouldn’t blow a gasket, so why the hell weren’t they? He was inches from your face and towering over you in the corner of an empty hallway, yet you didn’t even bat an eye. Was he that unintimidating? THAT insignificant to the point you didn’t even register his presence? Was he--

“No, you don’t. Why would you? You have a temper, but you mean well.”

Bakugou stood there stunned, scanning your face for a hint of expression along the deadpan painting your features. 

“Plus, you’re cute, even when you’re in a fit of rage like a toddler.”

Bakugou could have sworn he choked on his own saliva in that moment, cheeks burning ablaze as he tries to register what had come out of your mouth. Hold on... toddler?!

“The HELL DID YOU SAY TO ME?”

“Look Bakugou I gotta go, I have assignments to do. Join me if you want, I’ll be in the library. You usually study alone, right?”

He tsk’s and kicks his feet idly against the ground, just how much attention did you pay toward him? The thought of it left a disgustingly giddy feeling in his chest that he attempted to shove into the sand.

“...fine.” He mutters, sauntering alongside like a petulant child, unable to get the word out of his brain.

...Cute. She thinks I’m cute.

2 months pass by and you notice Bakugou becoming increasingly more docile in your presence, what was once a heated and one sided clash, arose a peaceful atmosphere in it’s place. Where normally he’d be in a fit of rage, Bakugou was acting far more tamed, dare I say rational, and unusually quiet whenever he was around you.

The other 1-A classmates suspected it has something to do with you, also becoming aware at how he seems to hover around you after class until you were ready to walk back to the dorms together, hell he even started to mumble a “Good morning” In the dormitory kitchen to you.

You didn’t mind Bakugou’s company, you enjoyed it even.  And the feeling seemed to be mutual.

It was as though you balanced one another out. Bakugou encouraged you to be more passionate and fiery with your opinions and feelings, which everyone began to pick up on at your recent abnormally out-spoken nature. 

And you encouraged Bakugou to reign in his temper, seeing things from a point of view that he wouldn’t even normally give a second glance to, teaching him to think before he makes decisions and the consequences of such.

One thing that you both had in common was your blunt honesty and disdain for sugar-coating, it meant that while Bakugou is normally a pain in the ass to talk to, let alone understand emotionally, you did with relative ease. You didn’t see the point in lying about how you felt toward something or someone, and this effect benefited you two greatly.

Bakugou gradually became more accepting of his feelings, thanks to you.

After around 5 months of this dynamic gradually bringing out the best in each other, Bakugou finally decided to acknowledge the one feeling he couldn’t seem to accept.

It happened when you were in the common room chatting to Todoroki, and Bakugou just happened to pass by after his training session toward the showers. He paused for a moment, observing you and smiling idly to himself like an idiot. 

However, something didn’t sit quite right.

No, not right at all.

Todoroki was WAY too close for comfort. 

It made Bakugou seethe with rage, reeling it in at the reminder of you and your example. 

Gritting his teeth, he observed your interaction with you two being none the wiser. 

What Bakugou didn’t expect was for Todoroki to lean forward, hand extended as though he was about to cup your cheek.

That was it.

Bakugou marched over and barked at the pair of you, demanding what it was all about.

Secretly he had always felt jealous of you and Todoroki. While you spent most of your time in his company, he had always felt that maybe Todoroki was better company for you instead, since his personality was much similar to yours in comparison. As if he felt inferior.

Whipping your head around to face him, he noticed the specks of chocolate cake dusting the outskirts of your lips haphazardly, lowering his eyes down to the now cleaned plate. Looking up and glaring daggers at Todoroki, he also clocks the napkin folded neatly into his hand. The gears turning in his head finally clicking as he looks well and truly embarrassed for misreading the situation. Tutting to himself and wordlessly stomping toward his room.

10 minutes pass of him slumped onto the crumpled bed covers feeling like a total fool. A single question running rampant in his mind that he simply can’t ignore.

Why did he react that way back there? Surely it’s none of his business, right?

Bakugou dwells, then dwells some more. Until once again, the dots finally connect.

He wasn’t in love with you, was he?

Surely not.

There was no way-

Knock knock.

He hauls himself up and grumbles, moping toward the door and swinging it open.

The sight nearly sends his knees buckling then and there.

You were stood, wide-eyed and flooding full of concern, head cocked to the side in a manner of question. Only Bakugou saw this level of expression from you, and it made him feel special. You were his.

Wait what.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was even, but you couldn’t help faltering at the end.

“Yeah.” Bakugou rubbed the back of his head in annoyance.

“...Well, No. But that doesn’t matter dumbass.”

“It matters to me.” You stand your ground, folding your arms in protest and narrowing your eyes in a refusal to break contact. 

So damn stubborn. He thought, grinning internally.

“Fine, come in.” He mutters, extending his arm out toward his room as you nonchalantly walk inside.

“I was going to anyway.” You state, Bakugou scoffing at your ‘matter of fact’ tone, it was something he couldn’t get enough of.

Stop.

You plop yourself down on the edge of his bed in a lackadaisical fashion, patting the seat beside you, coaxing him to sit.

He complies, parking himself beside you but finds his body beginning to sweat from the minuscule proximity between you two.

Since when the hell was he ever bothered by that?

Keep it together, Katsuki.

It felt as though the entire world as he knew it was crumbling beneath his feet. 

But little did he know, you felt the exact same way, thoroughly shaken with the level of anxiety and anticipation that flooded your body at the realisation your shoulders were brushing.

Since when did he have this effect on you?

“So, mind telling me what that was about?” Surprisingly, you were able to retain a level of composure, though Bakugou now looked well and truly distraught, not that he would admit it, not over his dead body.

Bakugou stayed silent for a moment, before shifting himself to meet your gaze, something shining in his eyes that you couldn’t quite pinpoint, his body language suggested he was fighting some serious conflict right now. About what? You didn’t know.

You stared at each other once again, either of you in total refusal to look the other way. The air was hot, thick, and dense - it sent the nerves in your body standing on alert, but not for the reason it should.

What you didn’t expect was for him to press his palm against the comforter, leaning forward with that same glint of battle in his eyes.

“You know I’m not good with words, right?”

“You’ve improved a lot Bakug--”

“Katsuki.”

“What?” You stare at him dumbfounded, as though he had sprouted horns and learned to fly, which wouldn’t be far fetched in this society in all honesty. 

“I said call me Katsuki.” He huffed, biting the inner corner of his mouth in an act of unknown self restraint. No one called him Katsuki except his parents.

“...Katsuki.” The name rolled off your tongue like music to his ears, and it was in that moment Katsuki knew he couldn’t control himself anymore.

Using his extended palm to push you down on to the bed, your lips connect before you could even utter a yelp, his hand snaking round to the back of your head in offer of gentle support. Despite the aggression in his kiss and expressions he wore moments earlier, his touch was surprisingly gentle.

He parts away before you can even register the current events sprung on you seconds earlier, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you as proof that you did in fact just kiss.

Your heart flutters and thuds rapidly against your rib cage, cheeks flushed and mind whirring with questions. But before you can get a single one out he speaks again.

“I’m gonna take a leaf from your book this time.” Bakugou states, his tone now firm and serious

“I love you, so fucking much that it hurt me to see you so close to him. Your mine-- I mean I want you to be mine. I know we aren’t even technically friends yet but--

Before he can finish you cut him off with an equally impassioned kiss, threading your fingers through his spiked and dishevelled locks, earning a low grunt of approval, pulling away as reluctantly as he had.

“I love you too Katsuki... I- uh... I want you to be mine too.”

“Wow, now look who’s the one finding it hard to communicate.”

“Shut up you dork.” Punching his arm playfully, he bears the shit-eating grin you’d grown accustomed to loving, pulling him in for another kiss as if it would be your last, intending to prolong this moment as long as possible. “You really are cute.”

Who knew such opposites would attract?

What got you into ace attorney

Okay, so, this story is both semi-long and fairly stupid, but it’s still what happened.

Way back when in, like, 2016 I think, I was SUPER into Undertale. A large part of this was because of a blog I found that regularly posted Undertale art and comics, @zarla-s (who is really great at what she does and deserves all the praise in the world, btw!), namely her Handplates series (read for maximum skelebros angst, like, damn, she takes no prisoners). Anyways, one day she posted some AA art, and I kinda knew what it was? I had seen it mentioned on YouTube a few times, but never really thought about it much. But then Zarla posted something (I believe it had to do with her Frozen/AA crossover fic, which is good, but very... out there), and I was like woah, what’s THAT?\

So I checked her AA tag (she’s got some good stuff (most of it about Farewell, My Turnabout), but my ships nowadays don’t really overlap with hers) and thought to myself, I’ve gotta play this! So I bought the original trilogy for the DS and got up to partway through 2-4, when I just... stopped. I don’t remember why, but I’m pretty sure I just got burnt out or was having trouble with the case.

Cut to February of 2020. I’m still following her, and she posts something else about the AA/Frozen fic. I think to myself, hey, I read that back in the day, it was pretty good, let’s see what’s happened since. I got hooked again, bought the original trilogy on the Switch, and actually beat it all this time. It took, like, a month and a half, because I was exploring more AA stuff on Tumblr and was plowing through so I could meet Klavier in AJ, because I love my son. 

Five months later, and I’m running a fairly-successful (which, WHAT, how do this many people care about my shitposts?) blog and fully part of the fandom. I’ve entered Ace Attorney hell and I’m not turning back. 

Thanks for the ask!

TMA 164 liveblog dump

Spoilers under the cut!

WELL THAT SURE ISN'T A FOREBODING NAME I almost gotta laugh at how terribly these themes lined up, RIP rusty quill

"Beaujester Real" returns for the patreon thanks slfkjsdf still a legend

oh I hate this! I hate this!

oh I’m getting that hefty Brexit commentary through the metaphor BUT ITS NOT EVEN A METAPHOR ANYMORE

holy xenophobia batman

“they dress in blue and red and white, sometimes splashed with crimson red” convenient this works for both our countries   god I thought this would hit hardest on plague level but nope the real horror is MAGA/Brexit all along

KEJDJJFJDNFIFIND MARTINS MIDDLE NAME OH GOD THAT “YOU THINK MARTIN IS MY REAL NAME” SHITPOST WAS RIGHT IM HOWLING

(also east asian martin hc GO GO)

JON STOPPING HIS OMNISCIENCE DEMONSTRATION TO RANT IN BETRAYAL I’M CRYING I LOVE THEM

“I believed you! That’s ridiculous, I thought; that’s not a real name, but you wouldn’t LIE to me—“ I CANT STOP LAUGHINF STOP THIS EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH AFTER WORST STATEMENT

Basira is alive and moving!! looking for Daisy!! DAISY IS OUT THERE!!!!!!!!

“Daisy, I’m sorry—“   ;A;  “She thinks she’s going to kill Daisy, like she promised, but she’s conflicted”  ;;A;;  ;;A;; this isn’t emotional whiplash this is emotional blender

I’m genuinely surprised bc I thought of all of them, Basira would be the most likely to be trapped in something, I AM SO RELIEVED

can’t see melanie or georgie!! the fic theories are right!! the fear immunity!!

Jon having the Panipticon’s power is both sexy and horrifying in implications

“we are something between a pilgrim and a moth”  MOTH JON MOTH JON MOTH JON!!!!!

ANNABELLE CANE WAS CALLING MARTIN I KNEW IT WAS THE WEB I KNEW IT WAS THE FUCKING WEB I’m glad they didn’t keep us in suspense for that one long

all those “Martin’s been web all along” theories just got demolished, he couldn’t have refused to pick up a call from her if he was on their side, but I doubt that will stop the theories

I bet the reason why jon can’t see annabelle is the same reason he can’t think about the web lighter

I am literally shaking from now cute jon and martin are, martin’s little “ah!” when jon admits he guessed something rather than Knowing it

“I’m starting to get a bit self conscious, being your post-apocalyptic google~” THE WAY HE SAYS THIS IS SO CUTE SO FUCKING CUTE CUTE JON NATION CUTE JON IS THE TRUTH

also I love Jon hinting that he wants to stop soon and martin agreeing and asking for one more, like I love that even for not Hard Boundaries they feel comfortable saying when they’re wearing down on something and know the other will respect it

MARTIN GOING SOFT SO FAST WHEN JON HURTS HIMSELF WITH THE KNOWING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

oh boy oh boy I can’t wait to post screenshots of the times Jon rushed to calm Martin down with  “hey, hey, hey, it’s okay—“ next to screenshots of martin’s “hey, hey, it’s okay, we’ll go slow for a while”

I can just picture Martin curling around Jon and tucking Jon’s head under his chin as he says this Jon muttering his weak little “alright” into Martin’s chest bblvlbllrbrbrlrbrbrlrbrr

yesssss Jon calling out the Distortion pretending to be Helen Herself as a lie I KNEW IT AND WILL INCLUDE THIS IN MY ESSAY

BRLGKRJGHLRKFBRKR “THE HAPPY COUPLE” oh my god I remember when we were fantasizing about how “more explicit relationship” would happen in s5 and “what if a villain taunts them about how cute they are together” was one THIS SEASON REALLY IS GIVING US EVERYTHING

helen: I always knew you crazy kids would make it work ^_____^ martin, warily: thanks. THIS IS REAL DIALOGUE?? THIS IS REAL????????   

also it is just like the Distortion to actively sabotage Jon’s attempt to save Martin and laugh at him in his desperation, only to turn around and act chummy like a gossipy old friend placing bets on their relationship 

HERE IT COMES HERE COMES OTHER PEOPLE BLAMING JON FOR THE APOCALYPSE RAGE TIME RAGE TIME fandom better not pull any bullshit

but of course the Distortion would try to paralyze Jon with mind games and guilt and make sure he doesn’t undo the fun new world 

Martin I’m sorry but you suggesting Helen might be able to help is the lowest brain cell thing you’ve ever said. She literally just smelled the world loudly and called it a wonderland. 

Martin, to the beating heart of the apocalypse: Jon honey darling don’t be rude Martin, to the manifestation of a fear power exulting in a dead world: Excuse me what you just said is rude to me 

Martin: So...no shortcuts then. Understood. I’m not leaving you on your own. Helen: *gasp* Such devotion! BGNBBTBRHGLGJKTLGKTBGBBEHGBGBTBBTBFB ARE YOU KIDDINGNGNG NGNG MEEEE 

I don’t trust her at all but can we PLEASE have helen trail along behind them the whole journey commenting on all their cute couple moments?? frodo and sam need a gollum after all 

“Such devotion! You really don’t deserve it. But you know that already!” Jon.... ;;A;;  ;;A;; god helen really is out to crush the humanity out of him with despair so he gives it up, going right for the jugular of not deserving Martin’s love 

“Just taking a moment to look. You two are such an adorable couple!” jonny: I spent the whole hiatus creating this sign titled “Martin and Jon are in love and a couple and it’s wonderful” I hope you enjoy being beaten over the head with it ^_^ 

Jon, venomously: I am NOT nor have I EVER BEEN adorable!! Martin: Okay, first of all, not true. JFJFJFJJFJDNDFJJFJF MARTIN THINKS JON IS ADORABLE MARTIN IS PRESIDENT OF CUTE JON NATION AND HE’S RIGHT not about helen (wtf martin) BUT ABOUT CUTE JON?? correct as FUCK  

Jon, adorably: I’m not CUTE I’m DEADLY   

someone PLEASE sound clip jon denying that he’s adorable there are tears in my eyes I love him so much I’m going full cat parent 

I am so glad Mir introduced me to the phrase “cute aggression” because I got it bad and it is suffocating I gotta go punch a WALL is that why helen is running around killing people?? cause of too much cute aggression over jonmartin???  

Houses aren’t the only things in need of fixing

(this went from a 1am shitpost to an actual fic. This was not the story I meant to write this week, but it is the one we need, apparently.)

Paris is everything they ever wanted. It is an absolute dream.

But it is not home.

With the passing months, she feels the pang, even as she strolls along the Seine and sips her coffee at their favourite cafés and walks her daughter hand-in-hand to school every morning and exchanges polite Comment allez-vous aujourd’hui Ziva? / Bien merci, et vous? with the other parents on her way out the door.

It was inevitable, then, that she and Tony find themselves packing up their beloved French pied-à-terre once summer rolls around, and crossing the Atlantic once again, for good, to return to their home, their actual home, in DC.

They are every bit the HGTV cliché as they begin house-hunting in the city, until they finally settle on a brownstone with just enough of a backyard to seem like a novelty to Parisian-apartment-raised Tali, but tall enough hedges for Ziva to feel safe. 

(Part of her craves the anonymity of living in the middle of a chaotic city. The other part of her wants to move to a farmhouse in the middle of the country where their only neighbours are miles away and they can remain forever cocooned. These thoughts she knows she must temper every day.)

The townhouse is close enough to the bustle for all of them to get their walkable-city fix after living abroad for so long, but gives them just that much more breathing room to relax into their new surroundings.

It just fits.

One day, just after they move in, every room still covered in boxes, Gibbs stops by to check in. (He's determined to make a better effort of this. So is she.)

"Nice place you got here."

"Thanks. We fell in love with the neighbourhood as soon as we found it. The houses have so much character. Tali’s new school is great.” 

He's looking up at the crown mouldings, faint cracks visible in patches.

"Bit of a fixer-upper."

She notices his stare.

"Oh, yes, that. The inspection said the bones were good, mostly, but it needed a little ABC."

He squints for a second, but then he realizes what she meant and chuckles.

She doesn't know what is so funny, but she's long since learned to press on.

"A lot of it is just cosmetic. But we do have some projects on our hands. The kitchen has not been touched since the eighties, but is functional for the moment. The bathroom upstairs is a gut job. And Tony wants to refinish the basement to turn it into his dream home theatre." She rolls her eyes at that last point, but her lips turn upward in a familiar smile. "We are going to look for contractors once we settle in."

He gives the moulding another glance before they move on to work and friends and milestones. (They do this now. Again.)

The following Saturday, Gibbs shows up at their house at 8am, coffee in one hand, and toolbox in the other. To say Ziva is confused when she answers the door is an understatement, her puzzled expression asking the question for her. He sidesteps around her as he pushes through the entrance, past the staircase, heading left towards the living room. 

"You're better off getting some of this stuff out of the way first. Otherwise you're just gonna have to pack everything back up when you start renovating."

"What are you talking about?"

"The mouldings are a quick fix. Just gotta patch 'em up and repaint. The bathroom, it's a pain, but it's small, and once we tear it all down, I should be able to get that redone pretty quickly. The kitchen is a bigger job, we might need to get someone in for that one. The basement shouldn't be too hard, if DiNozzo helps to take down the old drywall and insulate it so he doesn't complain about freezing when he's watching those Super Galactic Revenger movies."

Tali, still clad in her pajamas, abandons her cartoons and comes to greet them, curious about the commotion, and about the older man her parents both seem to know so well, even though he is a stranger to her.

“Hey, Tali, wanna give me a hand? You can help me bring some of this stuff in from my truck.”

The girl doesn’t need to be told twice. She makes a beeline out the open door, barefoot and all frenetic energy, excited at being given a task in this strange affair.

Ziva tries to call out to Tali to come back and put her shoes on, except she doesn’t even know what is happening herself.

“Gibbs, you cannot be serious. I would not dream of asking you to... renovate our home,” she manages to finally stammer out, unsure of what she could possibly say.

“You didn’t ask. I’m offering.”

“Gibbs,” she softens, touched at the gesture but overwhelmed at the magnitude of it, “it is too much work. And you already have a full-time job.”

“Yeah, and I bet I could still get it done faster than some of those bozos out there who do this for a living. At least you’ll know it’ll get done right. Besides, I’ll have help.” He flashes a conspiratorial grin to Tali, who has by now returned with a bucket of paint brushes, and she giggles in response, instantly in favour of whatever is going on here. (Maybe leaving everything she knew and coming here wasn’t so bad after all.)

Ziva presses her lips together, words failing her, but that doesn’t matter, because her mentor is a man of few words himself. He meets her gaze and he nods at her, silently pleading with her to let him do this for her, for them. To let him take care of them. 

“Old houses like this, they’re beautiful. They’ve got stories to tell. But they got scars that need to heal too, only they can’t do it on their own. So that’s where we come in, fixing what needs to be fixed and bringing them back to their former glory, better than ever for their next chapter. New memories.”

She understands him completely.

“Thank you.”

It hardly seems sufficient. Yet it is everything.

He smiles at her, one of those ones that makes his eyes crinkle and give her a glimpse of the boyish charm she knew he must have possessed before he lost his way. (Like she had, she supposes.)

“We’re gonna do these mouldings first to get them out of the way. After that I’m gonna take measurements in the bathroom so we can figure out what we’re dealing with, and take it from there.” 

He returns the next day with even more coffee, and a child-sized belt with miniature tools for Tali, along with rough sketches of their plan for the bathroom.

And this is how, over the course of the following months, Gibbs becomes a fixture in their home, quickly earning the respect of his pint-sized apprentice who spends hours at a time observing him work, even in silence. 

(For anyone who has met the youngest DiNozzo, they know keeping her quiet is perhaps the biggest feat of them all.) 

Together on their upturned crates, they sit and work and sip on their juice boxes (the harder stuff will have to wait), as the house becomes a home.

For all of them.

What are some of your favorite lines you've written for your fics? (Also I'm sorry things aren't going well right now. Sending love 💜)

right its time to go diggin im using this as an excuse to reread everything because i cant think of any lines off the top of my head even though i know theres a shitton

premptively putting a cut here because this will probably end up long as shit and you know what fuck yea to that because fuck yea to being proud of what youve made

SO

hallelujah, first thing i posted:

If those bastards want to make her part of their shitty musical, then she’s going to make it difficult. Or at least inconvenient.

The hive is not inconvenienced in the slightest.’

- idk if this is as funny as i think it is but i find it funny

"Nobody dies with dignity, Emma. There's no honour in the thing, however you dress it up."

- wrote that to sound creepy and now i cant decide whether i actually think its true

But he’s holding her like she’s his salvation, as if it’s his life hanging in the balance.

- salvation is just a good word tbh

It’s hopeless, but she refuses to be killed by a game of fucking ‘got your nose’.

purgatory, intended to be a shitpost but now i unironically think of it as the best thing ive ever written

After a few years (or maybe seconds, it’s not clear) / it takes a moment (or maybe it doesn’t, who knows?) / An undocumentable amount of time passes. /  They might have slipped into an uneasy silence lasting millenia - or milliseconds - if it wasn’t for the jolly tune that suddenly fills the air. / for minutes or years or millenia or maybe even eons / After a brief, indescribably long nap / But the incomprehensible amount of time seems somehow shorter this time.

- 2 in one of fucking with the concept of time and hinting at an unreliable narrator, hell yea. its about the weird atmosphere, baybeeeee

“Does one day of trying the hardest we could outweigh years of not trying at all?” Emma wonders aloud. Paul squeezes her hand.

“I damn hope so.”

He doesn’t ask if she believes in Hell.

- even without context i like this line but in context it really helped set the sombre tone so i could do a full 180 at the end of the chapter

Emma wonders whether they’ve been sent to musical hell for failing to stop the musical apocalypse

- love the implication that there is a hell dedicated to annoying people via musical theatre

“You said- you told her you’d never be in a musical?”

“Yes.”

“And then you died performing a musical number?”

“I- yeah, I did.”

“Brilliant! Now, that is stupid!”

- probably my best characterisation of death, sounds like something that would be said in a stupid deaths bit, i can hear it in his voice

teachers pet

“It’s only blatant if people know about it. So in actual fact this is secret favouritism.”

- hidgens gives absolutely 0 shits about the ethics of the situation good for him

“And if that is kidnapping, well, consider yourself kidnapped.”

- once again ethics simply do not matter

“Oh, where is your sense of adventure? Are you not curious about the results of washing baked beans?”

- this line hants me when im trying to make stew or just have some fucking beans on toast because I am curious about the results of washing baked beans

“Well, if it isn’t, and we both die, then I’ll be quite disappointed. We did spend all evening on this, after all.”

- priorities

finishing what we started, actually originally a scrapped ending idea for igtlt that i liked too much to abandon entirely

“How many bullets?” He eventually asks.

“Enough.”

- they just know what theyve got to do

Only thing left to say is a big ol’ fuck you to… God, everyone else in the fucking world. Oh, and God. Fuck you God, you prick.

- gotta love them tto refs

wildfire, almost 20,000 words of angst that im going to read through because fuck it why not

She doesn't understand the order, at least not yet; a dog doesn't understand the first time she's called to heel. But that can change. Though, from the bared teeth of this dog, the trader guesses it may take a while.

- this is actually something i really like doing in narration, calling a character something in dialogue or comparison and then directly calling them it in the narration

He understands; she doesn't want to show weakness to someone who could exploit her, doesn't want to show gratitude to someone she hates. But the tribeswoman is tired and scared and hurt, and it's obvious. She's broken, at least for today.

The loneliness, however, refuses to wane. It settles in her chest like a physical need, a craving for closeness.

- got inspiration for this description by thinking about hugging my partner while i was stuck in lockdown

"You can say that again," the older woman mutters, shaking her head. "God-fuckin'-damnit, Lauren, why d'you never think about the implications?"

Jemilla turns to her with a questioning look. "Who's Lauren?"

"She-" Molag begins to explain, then pauses. She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. "I don't even know."

- crossover jokes hell yea

He’s tolerable, she’s decided, at least relatively so, but not trustworthy. If she could truly trust him then he wouldn’t be involved in all this. If she could trust him, she wouldn’t know him.

The thinly-veiled threat in his grin

She stares up at the man, shaking, whimpering, pleading. Wordlessly begging for him to stop.

- gotta love reaching the breaking point

She probably looks insane, bruised and bloody and laughing quietly to herself in a cage. She doesn’t care. They can think she’s insane, just as long as they don’t think they broke her.

laughing as they rediscover half-forgotten days spent as children let loose in a world that seemed so huge and yet so small at the same time

“You know, kids like Zazzalil - scrawny little things born as Autumn died - they’re not supposed to see Spring.”

- i will see any character without a detailed fleshed-out backstory and say ‘is anyone going to make headcannons about that’ and then not wait for an answer

Maybe the pain will shock her out of her head.

im going to live twice

It feels more like a bag of broken crockery than a human.

- this was the only time ive ever had to describe something really gory and decided to make it as uncomfy as possible

she notices with a concerning level of non-concern

Paul Matthews is gone, boy. And if I catch you using a dead man’s name again, well.

- its about the ✨forced disconnect✨

It stares at him, and for a moment he sees the young man that Benny used to be, silently pleading for the agent to tell him he'll be okay.

"In my defence, that was the Colonel's idea.” The man raises his hands in surrender. “I wanted to call you Lauren. I was outvoted.”

- i will take literally any chance to make a 4th wall joke and that is a threat

“I’ll see what can be done,” he assures it, knowing full well that nothing will be.

- xander doesnt flat out abuse emma in the way mcnamara and shaffer do but hes still cruel in subtler ways

“No chance of being hurt?”

Xander nods. “No chance of you being hurt.”

-  ✨foreshadowing ✨

If only he was free, free to just get up and go find Blue and tell her - actually tell her, out loud, with words - that she’s going to be okay. If only he could say that and have it be the truth.

She holds onto that piano. Right now, as she kneels crying into the tabletop, it's all she has.

- ‘sir thats my emotional support near-complete stranger’

smoke and feathers

Irony can be a cruel, twisted bitch.

- probably the best opener ive written

There’s a sort of pathetic irony in the fact that she slipped on a stone while wading across a shallow stream and broke her neck.

The stars move across the sky, and she still doesn’t know why.

- sounds poetic and all while also being a fuck you to the chorn twist because i hate it

It seems like every time she looks away the moon goes from waxing to waning and back again, time marching onwards in one unending night, swallowing one unending forest.

Even with her limited view of the person’s face, Zazzalil can see the softness in their expression. She’s hit with a pang of longing for Jemilla.

They share those tender looks that make Zazzalil long for home.

The kind of silence only shared between people who can appreciate the simplicity of each other’s presence

aaand thats pretty much all of em. i know when you said ‘some’ you probably meant less than this but i will give a consice answer to a question when pigs fly. i was going to do the double e au too but its past 1 am now and im going to bed. thanks for this ask because whether intentionally or not you just made me read 48,860 words of fic and thats a damn good distraction when things are getting a bit shitty :)

I have finally finished transcribing the XemSai werewolf fic I wrote from when I was 12. It’s not actually finished but I don't plan on doin that. I’m kinda only posting it as a shitpost anyway. So don’t try to critique it. It’s very out of character to the point Xemnas is basically a hyper empathic twink, and I’m not exaggerating that. It’s also not formatted cuz I wanted to keep that genuine historical 12 year old from 2012’s fanfic in a school notebook feel. The only things changed are spelling errors, grammar mistakes, and missing words. Otherwise it’s all directly transported right out of 2012. And trust me, this thing hurts me or than it hurts you. (Thoughts didn't stay in italics during the copy paste from Google Docs and I don't wanna fix it, let alone ever look at this thing again.)

A lone blue beast raced through the forest, crunching leaves and twigs it stepped on as it tried to escape. Suddenly the blue beast was surrounded by five others. They inched closer to it with every passing moment, deep growling emitting from the blue one. With a loud roar the supposed leader, a black and white beast, lunged forward and slashed its claws in an 'x’ on the blue's face. All at once three of the others charged at the defenseless beast. The red one chomped down furiously on the petrified blue's left hind leg. The only female bit hard upon its ear, causing the blue to yelp. A more younger, dark blonde one dug his claws into its backside, the beast finally collapsing. The youngest, still a pup, watched from the sidelines as the leader pawed at the fallen beast. The four trotted away, then the female turned, growling when she noticed the blue's nose twitch. The beast's eyes opened and it lifted his head. It barked at the female, which she responded with a low growl. “I'm sorry.” The barks spoke. “It's too late for apologies, you betrayed us and we did what we had to do to protect the pack.” The female growled. “You go against one of us and you go against all us. You should know that more than any of us, Saix.” The leader barked as he and his followers ran off back to the pack and left the blue all alone to die.

--

“Xemnas! Hurry up!” Vexen yelled. Six boys were running home after school so they could get their work done and hang out together at the park. The only problem… “Xemnas. Do we need to carry you?” Marluxia asked. Xemnas can't run. “No Marly, I can keep running.” Why does my house have to be on the other side of the forest? He was lying on the ground, a leaf stuck in his hair, breathing heavily and trying to regain himself. Zexion crouched down to face Xemnas. “You need to get in shape, Superior.” Zexion taunted, adding his 'go-by name’ that most of them called him. “Oh shut up Zexion. Just leave me here for a little while, I'll catch up later. He requested. They all respected his request and left to their own homes. After several minutes, Xemnas sat up and removed the leaves from his hair. He became silent for a moment, listening to the sounds of nature. He heard the birds chirping, squirrels climbing up trees, leaves falling off their branches, and a quiet whimpering noise from far away. Whimpering? Xemnas stood up and tried to listen carefully to where the noise was coming from. He tried to follow the noise until it became so loud, no one could miss it. He reached towards a bush, the sound of growling startled him and he flinched, taking his hand back. He grabbed part of the bush again and parted the branches to reveal a big, blue, bloody dog. Xemnas gasped and backed up at the sight of the large odd colored canine. The beast had long blue fur that looked like hair a human girl would have. A large bloody wound on its face that resembled an 'x’ was the most prominent feature on the beast. More injuries such as a small portion of his right ear was missing. It was also odd that it had floppy ears with piercings rather than pointed, like Xemnas always saw on wild dogs in the area. Its left hind-leg had a large bite wound that looked like it wouldn't stop bleeding for a long time. Claw marks on his right side stained the fur on it's back with blood. The dog was growling furiously at Xemnas in fear of being hurt anymore than it already had been. “It's okay big fella, I won't hurt you.” Xemnas spoke softly and reached his hand out. The blue canine didn't stop growling but seemed to only be trying to scare Xemnas rather than warn him of getting bitten. Xemnas ignored the attempt at scaring him and took a risk, he gently placed his hand on the beast's head. He waited a moment so that the blue could get used to his hand and accept it. The blue's growling became quieter, knowing that for now he would not be harmed, but still keeping his guard up just incase. Xemnas patted his hand on the blue's head and the growling seemed to abruptly stop all together. “You poor thing you. Who could have done such a terrible thing to a guy like you? You're so cute and fluffy I can't think of any reason someone might want to hurt you. And look at this blood, you must be in severe pain.” The blue whimpered slightly and nudged into Xemnas's touch. He moved his hands to scratch behind its ears. The beast's tail wagged at the fluffy feeling and barked happily. Xemnas jumped slightly at the loud noise the blue made and giggled, lifting its head up. “You need a name big guy.” Xemnas thought aloud. He studied the blue fur a moment, several names ran through his head like X, that's probably not even a name, Fluffy, too girly and over used, Woolfie, he wasn't even sure if the beast was a wolf, and Buddy, too common just like fluffy. Then it hit him. “I'll call you Blu!” He cheered. 'Blu’ turned his head to the side and did a quick little bark as if he was testing out his new name. “So you like the name?” Xemnas asked, getting a tail wag and hand nudge in response. “Glad you like it Blu. I'm-” “Xemnas!” He heard Marluxia calling his name. “Superior, where are you?” Xaldin shouted. “Sorry Blu, I-I gotta go.” Xemnas said. Blu whimpered and let his ears droop. Xemnas got up to leave but Blu pawed at his leg. “I'll come back tomorrow to see you, I promise. Blu.” Xemnas looked down at Blu and patted him on the head. “Superior, is that you?” Luxord asked. Xemnas ran over to his friends and they all walked away from the area. Xemnas turned back to see Blu laying behind the bush, his wounds still bleeding slightly. “Superior, why are you covered in blood?” Lexaeus asked. “Hmm, what? I'm not- oh, this is- uh- it's… not blood. It's, uh red ink. I-I dropped my pen and when I tried to pick it back up, it broke and red ink got everywhere. Why did you think it was blood?” Xemnas lied, that last sentence to be as a distraction. “Yeah Lex, why did you think you think it looked like blood?” Marluxia repeated Xemnas's question. While everyone was pestering Lex, Xemnas took a quick look at himself. His black jacket had blood at the bottom and on the sleeves. His pants also had blood and it even on his hands. “Poor Blu.” Xemnas whispered. Zexion, who had a great sense of smell, abruptly stopped his own Lex pestering and sniffed the air. “It is blood!” He shouted. Everyone stopped where they were, leaving Marluxia, Luxord, and Lexaeus in a rather odd position, and stared at Xemnas. He turned to face the others’ rather terrifying stares. “Superior, what is it that you're not telling us?” Vexen asked. And with that, Xemnas ran all the way to his house with his cat and grandfather waiting. “Why is he acting so weird?” Xaldin asked.

Ch.2

Before the bell rang Xemnas checked his backpack for the bazillionth time today just to make sure all his supplies were there. He took a couple medical supplies from his grandfather's office to bring to Blu so he can try and he him. Zipping up his bag, the bell rang and everyone left the room to get home. Walking out of the classroom he went right past all his friends and headed straight for the woods to go see Blu. “Hey, Superior! Where ya going?” Luxord called out. “Woods. That's where. Don't wait up, don't follow me. I got some private stuff I need to do.” Xemnas yelled at them in a hurry, too busy to turn around. He walked out of the school zone and entered the woods. Xemnas couldn't quite remember where he was when he found Blu, only that the bush was next to the biggest tree in the woods. Unfortunately, it always felt like the tree was in a different place every time you visit. Xemnas wandered around for quite awhile. He started getting more concerned for Blu and searched every nook and cranny in the woods. “Blu, Blu where are you? Bark if you can hear me!” Xemnas called out, but received no reply. I hope you're okay, Blu. He walked into a rather bright part of the woods where the sky had shown through all day and night. Xemnas looked high into the sky and saw the top of a large tree. He headed towards the tree in a desperate attempt to help Blu. Eventually he stopped and could see the tree a far ways away. “Blu! Are you there Blu?” He yelled. A bush to his right rustled and startled Xemnas. “Blu, is that you?” He asked. “Superior, who's Blu?” Emerging from the bush was Xemnas's closest friend, Xaldin. “Xaldin? Wha-what are you doing here?” Xemnas asked. “Well we all got worried about you so I agreed to follow you and see what you were up to.” Xaldin explained. “You really shouldn't get involved, Xaldin. I'm not even sure of what I'm doing is okay.” Xemnas warned. “What are you doing? Does this have anything to do with what or who Blu is?” Xaldin questioned. “Listen, it's nothing against you or the others but, I just don't want you guys getting involved. I really think it's for the best if you just go home and leave me to my own business.” Xemnas told him, which obviously upset Xaldin. “What could be so private that you can't let us know, not even me, and I've known you longer than all of the others!” At this point, the two friends were getting furious at each other. “If you wanna know so bad then I'll tell you! I saw a wild dog yesterday that was hurt really bad and so today I brought some medical supplies to help him and I didn't want you guys to find out because I knew you would want me to stay away from Blu because he could be dangerous and I don't care about that, I just want to help him because there's something special about Blu, I just know it. I even felt this weird connection with him, like we needed each other somehow!” Xemnas finished his long explanation and breathed heavily from the loud, fast yelling at his friend. Xaldin just stood there for a moment, certainly confused from the speed his friend was talking inm “You… found a wild dog, and it was hurt?” Xemnas, finally collecting his breath, stood upright and cleared his mind. “Yes Xaldin, I found a wild dog and he's hurt. Are you going to tell me to leave it alone and let nature take its course or not tell a soul and help?” Xemnas desperately awaited a response, hoping that his friend wouldn't tell an adult. “Superior,” Xaldin started, “if you really believe you can help the animal, then be my guest. As long as I get to help.” Xemnas ran up to Xaldin and gave him a big hug. “Thank you Xaldin!” He simply patted Xemnas on the back and smiled. “So where is this 'Blu’ at, Superior?” Xaldin asked. “I found him in a bush near The Tree That Never Was.” Xemnas answered, pointing towards the giant oak tree. “Then let's go get him.” Xaldin replied. They both walked for a few minutes towards the tree, which got bigger the closer they got to it. The reason it was named The Tree That Never Was is because long ago the townspeople chopped down the only oak tree in the forest and over night three appeared the way it is, a forty foot tree just popped up overnight. They reached the tree and stopped for a moment. “So where's Blu?” Xaldin asked. “Somewhere around here. Blu shouldn't be that difficult to find. He is blue after all.” At the sound of Blu's name being said so by Xemnas, a low bark was heard nearby. Xemnas ran from the tree and towards the bark. He called Blu's name again and another bark was heard. Xaldin walked near a bush and a loud roar erupted from behind the bush. The roar scared Xaldin to the ground. From behind the bush a big blue dog limped out, its fangs barred and it growled deeply. Blood covered most of the face and back and it couldn't even place its leg on the ground. Xemnas ran in front of Xaldin and guarded him. “Blu calm down, he's my friend, he won't hurt you. I came back just like I promised and I can help you too.” Blu stopped growling and his tail was wagging like a puppy's. “See Xaldin, he's only scared. He's just trying to protect himself.” “Then why isn't he growling at you?” Xaldin asked. “He trusts me and knows I want to help him.” Xemnas replied. He walked over to the dog and scratched behind his ears. “What happened to him?” Xaldin asked. “I'm not really sure, but maybe he was attacked by people, or other wild dogs.” Xemnas answered. He took off his backpack and opened it up to reveal all the medical supplies. “Where did you get that stuff?” Xaldin asked. “I got them from my grandfather's office. He locked himself in his lab again today so I took them for Blu.” Xemnas pulled out some peroxide and poured some on Blu's face wound who flinched and whimpered. “So what are you gonna do with Blu, take him home with you or something?” Xaldin inquired. “You and questions, I swear. But that is something to consider. Maybe I should take him home with me.” Xemnas bandaged up Blu's head and moved to the side to treat the wound on his right. “That's a crazy idea! What if he freaks out and kills your cats or bites your grandfather, or your dad, maybe even your brother if he comes to visit! What if he bites YOU!?” Xaldin freaked out, the worst case scenarios running through his mind. Xemnas, who was unfazed by Xaldin's concern continued to treat Blu by moving onto heal his damaged leg. “Xaldin calm down, Blu isn't a threat to Terra, Vanitas, Grandfather, Dad, Ansem, or me. Blu is too nice. You like cats, right Blu?” Surprisingly, Blu let out a deep bark in response. Unfortunately, they couldn't tell if Blu was agreeing or disagreeing with what Xemnas said. “I still don't completely trust Blu. What are you gonna tell your grandfather, how are you even going to get him to your place if he can barely walk? And you do realize tomorrow's Saturday so you won't be able to see him.” Xaldin informed the other teen. “I know that if Grandfather finds him I'll be in big trouble, but I think I have an idea for a way to get him to my house today without making him walk.” Xemnas moved on to fix Blu’s ear though he couldn't do much since part of it was ripped off. “What are you planning Superior?” Xaldin asked. “Well, you remember that red wagon I had that we would ride down the street in, right?” Xaldin nodded and Xemnas continued. “I'm gonna go home and get the wagon while you stay here and watch Blu.” “What! I don't trust that beast! What if it attacks me, what if he runs away, what if-” “Fine, you go to my house and get the wagon while I stay here and watch Blu. He actually trusts me, unlike you trusting him ya big sissy.” “...I'll watch Blu.” “That's what I thought.” Xemnas walked out of the woods and back to his house. He went in and placed his backpack in his room. He searched in the garage for the wagon and when he couldn't find it, he headed straight to his grandfather's lab. Xemnas knocked on the door which opened by itself. He stepped in and looked around. His cats were in the lab and meowed at each other. The brown cat, Terra, walked towards the back of the room and pawed at a red shelf on the floor. Looking at it, Xemnas realized it was the wagon and his grandfather borrowed it to put some jars full of samples on. Xemnas walked over to the wagon and patted Terra on the head then removed the jars from the wagon. He wheeled it out of the house and down the street to the woods. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and checked it to see that he had a text message from Xaldin. Where are you? At the end of the street I have the wagon. Hurry, I'm kinda scared with this dog next to me watching me text. Hi Blu! jffhgddsl What? I think Blu said hi. He put his phone away and pulled the wagon deeper into the woods until he saw Xaldin and Blu. “There you are. So let's get him on the wagon.” Xaldin said. “Can you get up yourself Blu, or do you need our help?” Xemnas asked. Blu tried to limp his way over to the wagon and he tried to place his front paws up on the wagon but he couldn't jump all the way up. Xaldin pushed Blu up and Xemnas pulled him forward so he was secure in the middle. “Xaldin, you pull the wagon.” Xemnas demanded. “What? Why me?” Xaldin questioned. “Look at you, then look at me, which one of us do you think can pull the wagon better?” Xemnas sarcastically asked. “I'll pull the wagon.” Caldin replied. That's also what I thought. Xemnas and Xaldin walked through the woods with Blu on the wagon. Xaldin pulled the wagon out of the woods and they ended up on dirt road. The two boys walked on to Xemnas's house. Once they reached the driveway Xaldin's phone beeped and checked it. “Sorry Superior, my mom wants me home now.” Xaldin said. “Aw man. I guess I'll see you Monday then.” Xemnas said, sounding disappointed. “I'll see ya later, and you too ya big blue puffball.” Xaldin scratched the top of Blu's head, waved by to Xemnas, and left for his house. I hope he doesn't tell anyone. “Alright Blu, let's get you inside.” Xemnas pulled the wagon in the house which took longer than it would have if Xaldin were pulling it. He closed the door behind him and assumed his grandfather wasn't home from the research facility yet so he left the door unlocked. Xemnas helped Blu down from the wagon and let him lay on the couch. He heard meowing in his grandfather's lab. Xemnas glanced at the clock, four thirty-six, way past the cat's lunch time. “Alright Blu, you stay here while I feed the cats. I'll be right back.” Xemnas told the dog, scratching behind his ear. He went into the pantry and got two bowls full of cat food. He headed to the lab and placed down the two bowls. Terra and Vanitas ran toward the bowls and chowed down. Xemnas watched his cats eat for a moment before getting up and leaving to check on Blu. He left the lab and entered the living room. Something felt odd in the room which made Xemnas feel uneasy. “Blu, are you okay?” He asked. At the sound of the name, a man on the couch where Blu was turned around. He had long blue hair and yellow eyes. His ears were pierced and the tips were pointed like an elf. His face was slightly bandaged and some blood was shown in his face. He was dressed in a long black coat that zipped down to his waist. “Hello Xemnas.” He said. “Who are you?” Xemnas asked, rather nervous. “It's me, Blu.”

Ch.3

“Y-you're not Blu. You can't be, Blu's a dog not a human.” Xemnas stuttered. “Well, actually, Xemnas, I'm not really a dog. I'm more of a wolf dog, half wolf half dog.” The man stated. “I don't know what you're babbling about but I'm calling the police.” Xemnas went to the kitchen and reached for the phone but the man jumped over the couch, ran into Xemnas, and landed on top of him. “Please don't Xemnas. I know it's hard to believe, but you gotta trust me.” Xemnas glanced behind him and saw a rather peculiar seeming object. It was blue and curled up slightly. Looking closer, Xemnas noted that it looked furry. The man caught onto Xemnas looking. He looked behind himself to see what caught his attention. “Oh this? It's my tail. Now you believe me, right?” “What are you?” Xemnas asked. “I already told you, I'm a wolf dog.” “You can't be, you're a human… with a tail. There's no way you can be Blu, let alone any animal in general.” “I know it's hard to believe, but some animals are capable of transformation. Not just into humans, but anything, and for some they aren't very good at transforming so they retain so they retain a trait from their real form. In my case, my tail.” “Why should I trust you?” “I know your name is Xemnas.” The man said. “That's not enough, you could have seen my name anywhere.” Xemnas responded. “...You told me I was cute and fluffy yesterday.” He replied. Xemnas blushed slightly, sure he remembers saying that to Blu, but he never thought he would understand what Xemnas said. “I… I still don't know if I can trust you.” The man sighed disappointingly. He reached up and moved his bangs behind his ears. At a closer look Xemnas could see that the top part of his right ear was missing and the edge was slightly jagged. “...Blu…?” The man reached down and enveloped Xemnas in a big hug. “Oh Xemnas! I knew you'd know it was me!” “Okay, yeah that's good. Now can you let me get off the kitchen floor please.” Blu stood up and helped Xemnas to his feet. “I still don't understand though. Why… how… what are… Why don't you just explain all this to me. Who are you really Blu?” They sat down on the couch and Blu thought of where he should begin. “You see, the world is full of more wonders then the normal human truly sees. What most people see as a… wolf, for example, is actually a wolf but with great abilities. Like many animals, a wolf can transform into anything they please. Wolves who are still learning or just not that good often have trouble transforming into non-living things. They also retain something from their true form, like I said earlier for me it’s my tail. It's a little different for me though. As a wolf dog I only have limited transforming abilities. I'm lucky though 'cause its very rare. Anyone you see could really be an animal. I want to thank you though. You just happened to come along after I started to give up. Because you helped me I regain enough strength to use this form to talk to you. When you left that first day I was afraid you would never come back. You wouldn't believe how happy I was to see you again. I'm so grateful.” Blu hugged Xemnas tightly and placed his head between his neck and shoulder. Xemnas flinched and blushed slightly but placed one hand on Blu's back and the other on the back of his head. “How did you get hurt Blu?” “...I-I'm not ready to talk about it.” It was silent for a moment as Xemnas thought. This is crazy. There's no way this can be true, but yet here he is in front of me as a human. Should I tell Xaldin or the others? What if Grandfather ask about him? I need to stop worrying about this and wonder what I'm gonna do about Blu. Something alerted them and Xemnas reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. Blu looked over and saw Xemnas read a text message. Xemnas looked over the text that Xaldin sent him. Hey just got home. How's it going with that dog? Xal, we need to talk. Only seconds after sending his reply Xemnas and Blu heard the front door opening. “Quick Blu, hide!” Xemnas pushed Blu off the couch and shoved him in his room. “But Xe-” Xemnas shut the door behind Blu and rushed back into the living room. His heart was racing as the door flew open and he saw his grandfather. “Oh, there you are Xemnas. What did I tell you about leaving the front door unlocked?” His grandfather said. “It must be locked because if Father or Brother decide to come home they won't be able to because they don't deserve it.” Xemnas said. “Atta boy.” His grandfather patted his shoulder and headed to his lab. “Did you feed Terra and Vanitas?” “Yes I did.” “Why is your wagon in the living room and not in my lab?” Dammit, I forgot about the wagon! “Me and Xaldin needed it to… uh… move a… a rock!” A rock!? How stupid am I!? His grandfather just stared at him confused. “You had to move… a rock?” He asked Xemnas. His phone suddenly rang in his pocket and he fumbled to get it. “Yeah and looky here, it's Xaldin. I should take this.” He ran into his room and locked the door behind him. When he answered his phone he noticed a blue tail poking out from under his bed. Hiding under the bed wasn't really necessary. “Hey Xal.” He said. “Hey, what did you wanna talk about?” “Well… Blu isn't any normal dog.” Xemnas saw Blu peak his head out at the sound of his name, who had already turned back into a dog. “What do you mean?” Xaldin asked. “Do you think your mom will let you come over?” “Probably…” “Then get over here now.” Before he got a response Xemnas closed his phone and put it back in his pocket. Blu crawled out from under the bed and limped over to Xemnas. He placed his hand under Blu's chin and bent down to his level. “Your leg still hurt?” He asked. Blu nodded in response but perked his ears up when he heard a knock at the bedroom door. Blu went under the bed again and Xemnas turned and opened the door, but only slightly in case Blu was visible. His grandfather was at the door. “Oh, hey, Gramps.” Xemnas greeted him nervously. “Xemnas, can I keep the babies in your room? Some of the chemicals in there I need to open and I don't want the little darlings getting ahold of them.” He asked his grandson. Why do you always call the cats your babies or darlings? “Uh… that might not be a good idea.” Xemnas replied. “Good idea? Why thanks, I'll go get them!” He said. “Wait! I didn't…” Why does he do that every time I refuse something? He came back with both Terra amd Vanitas and placed them in Xemnas's room. When the door closed Blu came out and encountered the cats. All three barked and meowed at each other and Xemnas assumed they were all talking. He walked over to his window and looked for Xaldin. Where are you? He turned back around and when he came face to face with human Blu he jumped and screamed. “Stop doing that Blu!” He yelled. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” Blu pouted and he tucked his tail down. Oh great, here comes the guilt. “No, I'm sorry. Just let me know when you're gonna do that.” Xemnas patted Blu's head and lightly giggled at how funny Blu looked with the bandages wrapped on his head and face. “The felines say the old man is crazy.” Blu stated and the cats meowed in agreement. Xemnas giggled again. “He is a little cooky, but I think that every scientist is a little psycho, even Vexen is going crazy and he wants to be a scientist.” Xemnas heard a knock on his window and looked past the blinds to see Xaldin. “Okay Blu, stay here, watch Terra and Van, and I'll go get Xaldin.” Man, he gets here fast. He left his room and got the front door to let Xaldin in. “Alright, will you tell me now?” Xaldin asked. “Why don't I just show you.” Xemnas pulled Xaldin into his room and luckily Blu was still a human. “Who the hell is that?” Xaldin asked. “Don't you remember me? It's Blu.” Blu said. “Okay, I know this is hard to believe but-” Xaldin raised his hand in front of Xemnas's face. “I'm going home.” “No wait! It's true really!” Xemnas yelled, stopping him from leaving. “Oh, I believe you. I just don't want anything to do with this.” Xaldin pushed his younger friend aside and left the room. Running in front of him in the hall, Xemnas blocked his oath with his arms. “Please Xaldin, you're my closest friend. I've known you longer than any of the others. I think you're the only one who can help.” Xemnas pleaded. Xaldin was irritated by now at his friend. “Help with what? When his wounds heal just put him back into the wild. It's that simple!” Blu limped into the hall and used the wall as support, the cats peeking from behind the door. “I can't go back. My pack won't accept me.” Xaldin turned to face him. “What do you mean?” “They thought I was a traitor so they chased me out.” Blu tried to place his foot firmly on the ground and yelped. He almost fell to the ground but Xaldin grabbed his arm and caught Blu before he fell. Blu looked up at Xaldin with yellow piercing eyes. Xaldin felt a light tug at his heart and quickly looked away from the puppy dog eyes. What is it about animals that make me want to care about everything? “I'll stay…” Blu jumped up and snuggled his arm, and Xemnas ran over to hug him. “Thank you so much Xal!” What have I gotten myself into?

Ch. 4

Xaldin and Xemnas sat on the couch in the living room watching wolf Blu play with the cats. “So, what do we do with him?” Xaldin asked. “...Well he definitely needs to stay while his wounds heal… and I guess if I word it right I can convince Gramps to let me keep him.” “But he's part wolf. It's possible that he could snap at anything. And what if he bites someone, he could be put down!” Xaldin worried. “Blu seems too sweet to bite someone. I'll just keep him on a tight leash so he doesn't misbehave.” Xemnas reassured him. “You know, a leash might not be a bad idea.” “I'm not putting him on an actual leash, Xal.” “Fine then, but don't come crying to me when he bites someone's finger off.” Xaldin simply got a glare from Xemnas. He turned his attention back to Blu. “Blu, you hungry?” Xemnas asked.  Lu barked back and wagged his tail joyfully. “Oh great Superior, what are you gonna feed him?” Xaldin asked sarcastically. “I could always feed you to him.” “Touche, Superior, touche.” Blu limped to the kitchen and sat down to observe everything. Xemnas and Xaldin followed behind him. Xemnas looked around at all their food, looking in the fridge he asked, “Should we feed him human food or animal food?” He looked back at Xaldin to see he was awkwardly staring towards Blu. “What are you staring a-Aahh!” He turned around mid sentence to be surprised by human Blu. “What did I say about doing that?!” Xemnas's voice got very high pitched and Xaldin snickered at him. “Oh… I'm sorry Xemnas.” Blu tucked his tail down. “No, I'm sorry. Just… please, give a warning.” Blu nodded and Vanitas jumped on the counter. He pawed at Blu to get his attention and when he turned around Vanitas seemed to be telling him something. “Vanitas said the old man keeps a stash of sweets in his lab.” Xemnas and Xaldin momentarily glanced at each other. “Blu, he's got a lot of chocolate in that stash of his. I don't think that'd be healthy, ya know the whole 'dogs with chocolate has a heart attack’ thing?” Xemnas told him. Blu didn't understand the issue so Xaldin had to tell him the story about Marluxia's neighbor's dog that died because the man's daughter gave it chocolate. Of course that made Blu terrified of all human food, so Xemnas ended up feeding wolf Blu some meat from the freezer. “I still can't believe any of this.” Xemnas said as they watched Blu eat. “Yeah, well I've seen crazier things.” Xaldin told him. “What are you talking about?” Xemnas asked. “Let's just say that there are weirder things in that forest than shape shifting wolves.” He said to his younger friend. It was some sort of silent moment between all of them as Xemnas wondered what that could possibly mean. Blu finished eating only seconds after, it was obviously a while since his last meal. It was now getting dark and maybe around seven or so. “What are you gonna do with him when you're at school?” Xaldin asked.

--

And that’s it! To elaborate on a bit Vanitas was hoping Saix would eat some chocolate and die. Zexion was secretly a wolf. And I have no idea what the thing Xaldin mentions at the end was supposed to be about. Oh and Terra and Vanitas could shape shift too. And Axel set up Saix so he wouldn’t get found out. That’s all I remember that wasn’t brought up in what was already written.

If You Love Someone

THE BITCH IS BACK!!! 

Hey guys, I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted a new imagine in so, so long! Hopefully this makes up for it! I’ll try to get more requests out, soon, I promise!

As you can see, the title is this song by The Veronicas. 

The request I wrote this from is from @wafflesnunicorns and it goes as follows:  “What up dude! long time no ask!! But um do u think u can write a fic where theyve been dating but Eli hasnt quite been able to express her feelings to yn. then when yn is called on a mission Eli cant stop thinkin about her n seein her n SMELLIN her(weird right?)when yn FINALLY gets back Eli just wordlessly bearhugs, sniffs herthen says," you smellgood I love you" Or something awkward and abrupt like that. N yn is blushing and is all like "thanks...I guess..."Im excited to read it!love you!😄! ❤️”

I think I can. You tell me. Thanks so much for the request, sweetheart! 

Ellie hadn’t been dating you for that long, but she was head over heels. It’s hard, though, to express that. She only really feels comfortable expressing anger, annoyance. Rolling her eyes at your sweet words but squeezing your hand tighter, looking down so no one sees her blush. It makes her feel bad to watch your face fall when you think she doesn’t approve, but she tries to make it up to you in little ways, picking pretty wildflowers for you when she sees them and sending you songs that remind her of you.

She comes from photography club to your shared dorm, so the two of you can walk to dinner together, and she finds you packing a bag.

“Where are you going?” It comes out more rude than it should, her brain stopping her from sounding too attached, too clingy, too in love.

“Mission!” You reply cheerily. “Undercover. Gotta join the Brotherhood and see what their next move is.”

“The Brotherhood?!” Ellie squeaks, there was no hiding her worry with that one.

“Yeah, that’s what I said, isn’t it?” you tease her, unsure of the emotion you’re seeing in her reaction.

“It is,” Ellie admits. “Uh, how long?”

“I don’t know. Couple weeks, maybe a month, maybe longer. Depends on how long it takes to earn their trust and find out their next step or two,” you explain, looking too okay with this. Did you not feel the same connection to Ellie, the same need to be around her?

Ellie’s breath halts. A month without you? Possibly longer?

“That’s a while.”

“I guess,” you reply, and the expression that flickers across your face helps her realize what’s going on.

She wishes her mouth would move, to tell you she’ll miss you. That she loves you, too. To tell you that she’s sorry that you don’t know those things for sure.

“We’re gonna be late for dinner,” she instead tells you.

“It’s that time already?” You ask, and she nods curtly.

You walk to dinner together in awkward silence, sitting across from each other while you eat but avoiding eye contact.

On the day you left, you didn’t even look like you. Your hair was styled differently, your makeup (if you wear it) making you appear almost like a stranger. Your clothes were closer in genre to hers, your face darkened in expression to add to the betrayed character you portray.

“I hate you, Charles Xavier!” You shout at the top of your lungs, stomping out of the mansion with bags on your shoulders. Ellie stares out the front door what feels like forever, until a gloved hand she faintly recognizes as Anna’s pulls her further in the house, another student closing the door behind you as you disappear down the driveway, angry swagger still in motion.

I love you. But the words don’t come out.

A few days later, Xavier informs the school of a planned attack from the Brotherhood. After, Ellie slinks over to his chair, moving from shadow to shadow. She’s isolated herself even further, rarely looking up from her phone.

“Our correspondence is limited, Miss Phimister,” Charles tells her before she can even ask. “But Y/N told me to tell you they love you.”

Somehow, that makes it worse. She didn’t say those words to you when she had the opportunity, and now she may never get to. But, hey, at least those would your last words to her?

No! They can’t be. They won’t. Ellie has to tell you.

She trains non-stop over the weeks, for the fight. Just because the school knew of the attack, didn’t meant that it wasn’t still going to happen. The plan was that someone would pretend to knock you out, and they’d take you back. It couldn’t be her, she wouldn’t be able to fake hatred for you.

In the nights, she doesn’t sleep. The two of you had been roommates, and without you in her arms, it’s hard.

Her appetite joins her sleep in the list of things you inadvertently took when you left. All she can think of when she sits in her usual lunch spot is how you’re not there with her, making some shitpost-esque joke she’d pretend she didn’t find absolutely hilarious. Not nagging her about her grade in American Lit, not begging her to play a card game, not there. You might never be there again. And she’ll never have admitted that she loves you more than she’s loved anyone else.

She hasn’t felt this alone since… Since… Since before she knew you.

She’s sitting at the desk in you two’s room, unable to focus on her Biology homework when the alarm goes off. For once, she’s excited at the possibility of an attack on the house.

That’s exactly what it is. Kids in dark clothes like her own storm the place, and she and her classmates clash against them. Pent-up emotion sweeps into her fighting, making her a brutal force.

Someone touches at her shoulder, and she turns, ready to deliver the next blow. It’s you. Her fist pauses just before connecting with your nose.

You hadn’t even flinched. You take her fist in your hands and kiss it gently. She allows herself to fall into you, and you stiffen before sighing, wrapping your arms around her. The fight’s over. The loneliness is over.

The two of you eventually enter the school, oodles of students crowding around you. They’re welcoming you, worried about your safety, things they never did before. You clutch Ellie’s hand tightly, uttering an “I’m fine, thanks,” before taking her to the room you two share.

“That was...A lot,” Ellie says, unsure of what else to say.

“Yeah. I’m gonna go shower,” you reply, seeming a little too perky.

“Wait!” she blurts, grabbing your arm. You jolt, not disguising the flash of pain fast enough.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to grab so hard.” Ellie’s eyes are wide with guilt and emotion, but you shake your head, getting a makeup wipe from the dresser and wiping off your arm. 

A bruise. Ellie looks from it to your face. Repeatedly. It takes a lot for her not to turn to a ball of seething rage, not that she’d give that away.

“Training for the Brotherhood is a little different than training for the X-Men. They don’t play quite as nice.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you laugh it off, and she scowls.

“I’m not sorry for that, even if I do wanna pummel whoever did that. I’m- I’m sorry I haven’t said it yet.”

“It?”

“Yeah, it.”

There’s a flicker of hope in your eyes, but you fake confusion. You’re expecting to be let down, Ellie knows. You’re expecting what she’s made you expect. But, if there’s anything Ellie Phimister is good at, it’s defying expectations. She steps closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your chest, listening to your heart. Thump, thump, thump, thump, in time with the pounding sound she hears in her head in the seconds before she speaks:

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply softly, and she sighs at the same volume.

“You smell nice,” she comments quietly.

“I smell like sweat and dirt and like I got my ass kicked,” you argue with a snicker.

“You also smell like you,” she says almost silently, and you blush, speechless. She pulls away, reading your expression. “That was dumb, wasn’t it? I’m not good at this like you are, Y/N. Don’t think I ever will be.”

“You’re definitely good,” you respond in a squeaky, embarrassed tone. It didn’t take much, especially from the pint-sized girl in front of you, to fluster you. She takes your hand, holding it before raising it and pressing hers flat against it. The two of you inspect them together, you noting the similarities, her noting the differences, mentally. 

As you continue to do so, you’re distracted. The attention being away from her lips gives Ellie the courage to use them, getting on her toes to kiss your cheek. You turn a deep shade of red, and she decides it’s even more worth it to show her affection.

“I love you,” she hesitantly says again, and you beam.

Oh, yeah. So worth it.

zero plot taegi shitpost (literally nothing happens, just posting it for funsies, can ignore this 😂)

I intended on writing a short, cute ‘lil warmup fic to prepare to start other fics. but that warmup turned into over 800 words. and that warmup took way longer than I planned 😭😭 so, I’m just gonna leave this here. fr, this is some low quality fic. it was a warMUP DON’T JUDGE ME. I just thought it’d be funny to show my writing process at 3am when I have no idea what I’m doing. this is how 99% of my stuff comes out. 😂😂)

———

The piquant aroma of jasmine and dandelions envelopes the small kitchen in a somnolent warmth.

Jin’s eyes gleam with an adoring firelight at the sight of his husband timorously fiddling with the shrieking kettle.

Taehyung’s apprehension towards the contraption is pacified by a familiar touch smoothing over his shoulders.

Jin glides his palms to the small of Taehyung’s back and rests his hands between the dips of his waist. His waist is broader— thicker— since their wedding day.

The older man slinks his arms around the front of Taehyung’s cushiony middle. He circumspectly squeezes the pudge.

A valiant smirk teases at Jin’s lips.

“You are divine”, he professes, “and, that’s the tea”.

Taehyung lets out a duck-like wheeze at the audacious quip. Jin finds it one of the most mellifluous dins in the universe. The younger divulges a brilliant box smile, big rounded cheeks and dimples revealed.

“Jin”, Taehyung gasps as he struggles to overcomes his rash of giggling, “I swear to god: I will punch you in the face”.

“Speaking of god,” Jin snappily muses, causing Taehyung to break into another fit of laughter, “I can’t decide rather you’re more seraphic or cherubic”.

Taehyung snorts then lets out an interminable groan. He’s hushed by a pair of plump lips that crash into his own.

Jin’s osculation is always lavish— occasionally excessive— just how the younger savors it. When they separate, their starry-eyed gazes are mirrored.

Their entire being radiating the same scorching vehemence they held when they eloped years ago.

Taehyung returns Jin’s affection with languid touches. He holds his waist and presses his plump belly against the concave shape of Jin’s abdomen.

Jin lets out a muffled moan. The younger man slides his hands down to the space right above the older’s crotch.

His fingers play with the hem of Jin’s joggers before scantily tugging the fabric. Jin instinctively gropes one of Taehyung’s pillowy love handles, earning a shy gasp.

“In the kitchen?”, Jin teases, “not exactly the most romantic place for a celebratory rendezvous”.

Taehyung chuckles delightedly. His glee suddenly fades. He clears his throat— once, twice— still just as dry.

“You know what else the kitchen isn’t exactly the most romantic place for?”

Jin looks throughly perturbed at the abrupt change in mood, “What?”

Taehyung swallows again, hoping third time’s a charm. He can feel Jin’s rapid heartbeat pounding against his soft chest.

The younger man speaks slowly, plucking words from memory as he utters: “Telling you that KAS called earlier and said that we could bring little Jungkook home in a few months”.

Jin’s eyes are comically wide and his mouth hangs agape. Taehyung pulls a sour face and winces, assuming he said

something wrong.

The older man frantically shakes his head at the anxious expression, still too dumbfounded to form simple speech.

“We can—“

“Potentially”, Taehyung asserts, pointing a finger.

“But we’re—“

“Poten— Jinnie!” Jin briskly scoops up Taehyung in his arms and kisses him hard. The younger beams then whines when Jin cradles him bridal style.

He petulantly swats at Jin’s broad chest, face flushing pink, “Stop that, I’m too heavy for this, now”.

Jin only rolls his eyes and pecks Taehyung’s lips once more, “Gotta practice carrying around a kid, Tae”.

Taehyung scoffs, fabricating offense, “I weigh way more than a kid, Jin. Like, the weight of at least fifteen children is going to break your arms in a second, so put me—“

“You’re a big baby”, Jin murmurs endearingly.

Taehyung shoots the older a blank expression— was he even listening?

Taehyung sighs then smiles jadedly, knowingly. He strokes Jin’s cheek, “Love you”.

“Love you,” Jin responds, not even after a beat.

“Happy five year anniversary. Sorry I couldn’t get you anything—“

Jin interrupts, wildly astonished at the younger man’s words, “you got us a child, Tae. We get a kid. You made me a parent. And, I promise I’ll be the best dad, okay? I—“

“Hey, slow down,” Taehyung urges softly, “it’s not even a guaranteed thing yet. But, we’ve been talking about it for so long and the entire process takes so long. And, I feel ready, you feel ready—right? Because if you changed your mind then that’s fine, but I just—“

“Hey, Tae, you slow down, too. We’ll be the best parents. And, you’re the best gift I could ever get”.

Taehyung scoffs playfully, “Your gift doesn’t appreciate your cheesiness”.

“My gift is going to appreciate my gift very much”, Jin utters through a smirk.

“Oh, I think the gift of life and family is a little more meaningful than— ah!”

Taehyung reflexively yipes at Jin groping the underside of his plush thigh.

“I blew my whole bonus on a holiday to Europe— happy?” Jin whispers into the younger’s ear.

“Do you still have that extra money to decorate Jungkookie’s nursery?” Taehyung asks, imitating the same whisper.

Jin chuckles then nods.

“Very happy”, Taehyung ripostes, “happy five year anniversary, Jinnie”.

They share one last benevolent kiss before Jin practically races to their bedroom, big baby Taehyung in arms.

———

Taehyung trudges— practically limps— his way into the pitch black kitchen— he knows he smelled something strange. His husband is just an idiot who apparently doesn’t have the ability to smell. Taehyung sniffs the unexpectedly thick air. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Jin, we might have to cancel both gifts— I’m an idiot who nearly killed us both”, Taehyung panickedly calls to his more than half-asleep husband.

“What?” Jin groggily yells back.

“I left the kettle on—fuck!”

“Are you sure?” Jin calls from the bedroom.

The fire alarm blares.

“Pretty sure, Jin!” Taehyung shouts.

“Happy five year anniversary, my ass”, he mutters to himself and scrubs a palm over his face.

(I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to insert one of those ‘keep reading’ htmls 😭😭 pls help my dumbass. also I promise I’m working on requests!! 😭💕)

do you have any favourite blogs??? like any kind of blogs!! (just curious skmfmd)

This got outta hand so quickly. But here was my overall answer:

I follow a lot of seventeen blogs. Like a lot. But I also follow a lot of people who are generally nice and who have cute tags because they help brighten up my day. I like art blogs and those calming aesthetic blogs because they make my dash prettier. And I follow my in-real-life friends like @leechansthighs and @verifiedspheniscidae and @vernaans no matter their content (although their blogs are all still A+ content and I’d probably follow them regardless). And I like @myetie so much that I played Mystic Messenger just to better understand what was going on in her artwork because her art is cute and funny and I stumbled upon it accidentally so I had to catch up. 

But to get specific? Hmmm, well, in no particlar order…. 

Of course I have my mutuals like @miiinghao @kimbapkidding @thatgirlcatt13 @jeonwonxwoo and @kw0njisol who I probably forgot to reply to like 3 billion years ago in chat but are still amazing and I love with my soul but am too nervous to say anything to because I know the only reason we’ve stopped talking is because I’m disorganized af. 

And then, well, @fyhoshi probably dominates my dashboard with HD Hoshi pics (not that I mind, really). Seriously, if you’re a Hoshi stan, follow them (you likely already are). You won’t regret it. In a very similar way, if you’re a Woozi stan, then you’ve gotta follow @woozioppa for all her constant updates and flooding of your dashboard. Just from following her, Woozi jumped like 5 spots on my bias list because of all the Woozi content.

@pristeen-23 is honestly such a good friend (used to write on her blog but not anymore,,, GIRL I’M STILL MOURNING). She’s friends with so many people because she’s a beautiful human being and deserves to be loved and rolled into a warm blanket and fed good food bye. 

OKAY so who hasn’t heard of @woozifi? Honestly, whether it’s for Tessa’s art or Tessa’s writing (CHECK OUT HER AO3), she excels in whatever she does. Talk about multitalented. Her commissions are open here. 

I like art blogs a lot!!! @bodtster was probably the first fan art blog I ever followed and I am lowkey,,, in love,,, with Annie and her work (her personal @sailorpeach is hella aesthetic if you also wanna check that out.) Her commissions are open right here.

@94wnd Graphics man, graphics. She’s the pop of colour on my dash that always makes me stop and go “ooOoOhh” because her graphics are so vibrant and pleasing. And her writing is great too! Definition of that one mom friend who always makes you feel like honey, starlight, and warm hugs on a Thursday afternoon. She makes me feel good about my angst and I love reading her tags okay. 

I frickin love memes and shitposts, and I recently discovered @amemericans [I know, I know, y’all are all like “where have you been?” and ur rite where have I been?]. They’ve got the best memes in the business. We have recently formed the idol group Clickb8,,, and are accepting all applications – so rhymes, limericks, and haikus thx. 

@incorrect7teen always makes me laugh with her incorrect quotes and love for DK,,, She’s really sweet and interactive too. Her little window into her daily life and thoughts is really so entertaining, and one can’t help but want to be friends ^^

@doyomi has some great incorrect NCT quotes, so if any NCTzens are floating around. @gwikimchi is her main blog but she has like a million blogs that I apparently don’t follow even though I know them by heart??? FRICK I’M THE DAMN WORST. ( @lordyoungho for kpop horoscopes and @sebooty-lyfe for writing). 

Choco from @choco-seventeen is such a sweetheart and her writing is stunning. Legit, her writing will probably make you want to cry. Heck, I have cried while reading her writing. And I will continue to cry because she always gets better and better and is always looking to improve and wow everything she does motivates me. 

Did you know that if you looked up talent in the dictionary you’ll get @hansolmates? Legit when I saw her writing for the first time I blanched. I wish man, I wish. Her timing is terrific, her fluff makes me melt, and her angst makes me jealous. I wish I had an ounce of her skill. 

Another art blog I follow is @cutiepatoodieart, who never fails to impress. Joey’s style is absolutely breathtaking and I love her art so so much. As well, she always says what’s on her mind without holding back, which I think is admirable. Her commissions are also very open right here.

@hoshbrownie is precious. Absolutely precious. Eva will talk to you and make you feel like you matter. She will think about you and tag you in things and I’m actually teary-eyed because she’s so precious and every not-so-anonymous anon (hoshbrownie i see u) I get from her makes me so happy. 

@svt-husbands THE WELL OILED AND FAST WORKING MACHINE. You guys know who they are, of course you do. Great quality writing at insane speeds, these guys are everything I want to be bye. I remember first talking to one of the admins @squishteen , and I was like ??? How do such interesting people exist ??? She’s amazing and writes on her main as well, go follow her. I more recently started talking to @jeongguktm, and can confirm that yes she is as adorable and kind as one might expect her to be. ALSO JUST REALIZED THAT I RECENTLY MISSED HER BIRTHDAY and tf is wrong with me, this isn’t how you make friends. Happy belated birthday sweets

Jackie from @tookorean lowkey intimidates me because everything she does turns to gold. She’s hard working and loves Woozi and if that’s not enough reason to follow then I don’t know what is. Sometimes translates, sometimes does this. Another multitalented goddess on our hands, this is getting overwhelming. 

@vitaminniedk just read her tags and you’ll understand why I follow her. She also has probably the best theme around? Vivienne is as much of a sunshine as her bias, and you’ve probably seen her gifs floating around. 

Gen from @wonnhao is a gif goddess that you are probably all aware of and her interactions are really cute too so of course I’m following her. Aren’t you? 

@wasabi-duck who is on an indefinite hiatus but you should still see her writing anyway. She was the sole person who attracted me to the bullet-point style that’s getting more and more popular around here these days. My friends and I would like read her stories out loud at lunch over sandwiches and I feel nostalgic just writing this. She’s also very kind and I like the stuff she reblogs on her main @clockwork-lullaby.

@mounteenbase is back from the dead so check her out! Lots of fun lil blurbs and bullet-point fics. Fluff master and a lowkey meme master. Very cute and easy to talk to, fun and interesting as one can see from her main blog @mounteenbase-main. 

@saythename17scenarios is graceful. Perhaps that’s not the right word but heaven knows my vocabulary isn’t extensive enough to describe how I feel about Kimbap Mom. Her writing is distinctive and tactful, and she often finds the greatest of beauty in the simplest of concepts. One day she might write a full length multi-part fic and I will be here eagerly awaiting each update because I’m trash for her. 

@moodboards-and-profiles flowers and unicorns and everything pure. When we first talked she was legit one of the most encouraging people I’ve ever met, and I’m sure that remains the same despite our lack of communication! Actually has some really cute moodboards (that she should tag because she can gain some major attention winkwinknudgenudgeshoveshove). 

Oh and recently I started following @askjournalismsvt and this is probably my favourite SVT Tumblr AU ever. Sam and Kei perfectly portray Seventeen as members of the “Diamond City University journalism department” and answer questions with the cutest of doodles ack. They’re also hilarious and I want to be this funny. 

And whilst writing this, @puppetwritings popped into my head even though I just followed her like now. She was the first fanfic account that I got into way before I actually made an account and since I didn’t have an account I would just check her Tumblr constantly and put her in my bookmarks. I got busy after a while and then made my account after another while, but I can’t believe I forgot to follow such a phenomenal writer.

Anyway thanks for the question love! This was fun to write up and reflect on :)