#I hope this makes sense bc my brain doesnt really help these days

[luizazemi]

I see u

Hello dear simpship companions,

I am still around I'm just down with the flu!

Updates of the Avatar fic as soon as I'm back on track. Also the aonunete nation is getting stronger day by day, I am delighted by all the content I see, thank you!

In other news what anime series are yall watching this season? CSM is over, JJK season 2 is nowhere near, and soon I will have finished the FF7 compilation for the n-th time, so I need. New simpship content. Please.

Here's my watchlist for the moment:

Blue Lock

Vinland Saga

Buddy Daddies

Trigun Stampede

Nier Automata

Revenger

See u in multifandom hell!

[missmeinyourbones]

hiii L ! i hope you’re doing well love!! i just wanna know details on how the aot!bf’s would hug you in ways that are very distinctive to them and just what makes them different <3 i know they’d give the best hugs :((

-🖇 anon

hi my love! this has been sitting in my inbox for weeks lol so i am very sorry for the delay <3 my brain wasnt working for a lil bit but i didnt want u thinking i forgot about you :) i also tried to find a reference pic for each one bc im not too good at explaining body positioning accurately :/ so in the photos ignore the peoples appearences (skin color, hair type, height, weight, etc) bc its just to reference the positioning :D

i see eren hugging in one very specific way....like regardless of your height, i see him always wrapping his arms around his s/o upper body ??? kinda like wrapping your head in his arms ??? LOL i think he likes to completely engulf you plus he also likes how your arms then have to wrap around his torso <3 lol

i think armin is probably the Classic Hug if that makes any sense lmfao i see him just wrapping his arms around your torso and completely burying his face into your neck. he doesnt even care how you hug him back (tho he secretly likes when u play w the tuffs of his hair by his neck) bc he just likes having u in his arms and feeling the warmth of ur skin against his :D sweet boy

jean loooooves a good hug from the back, whether he's giving or receiving. something about a lover sneaking up on their s/o, wrapping around their torso and resting their head on their shoulder is so sweet !!!! jean loves how comforting your weight on his back is, but i also think he really enjoys completely wrapping around you like a koala LOL he is very clingy ;(

idk if this really counts as a hug...but connie's favorite way to hold you is on his lap <3 because he wants to be as close to you as possible <3 he likes when you sit on his lap and kinda cling to him, wrap your legs around his torso and arms around his neck. he likes to draw circles on your thighs or scratch your back. this is my cuddly king

reiner likes to just ??? lay on you ??? lol like his favorite type of hugs is being hugged if that makes any sense at all. he kinda likes to just lay or stand there and nuzzle himself into your chest or neck while you hold him <3 hes simple and needs a hug every once in a while (every single day)

porco cant help himself from lifting you up every single time u hug lol....even if its just a little lift or if its a whole spin around dramatic production, he likes to feel strong :/ which is corny but whatever...he also likes carrying you in general whether its on his back, bridal style, over his shoulder, etc. big burly manly man who definitely doesnt wash his ass

[sparkdoesart]

ok ill bite, whats up with the engineers au?

whats the b1 crew and the b4 crew doing in the same place at the same time? is grace around somewhere? and what are they engineering about (and is ryan okay)

Aushjdjsk ok ok yes yes yes thank you look at my little guys

Answering ur questions in order,,,,

Uhhhhh its an au thats mostly focused on ryan because. Look at me. I just like him ok.

And uh before i explain anything its important to note that the train is much different in this au than in canon. Its still the same train its just. Amelia did things differently.

Ok, so first why are tulip and ryan even anywhere near each other?

Because i squished the timeline together as much as i possibly could. This all takes place somewhere close to current day

(Also hope u dont mind,, for the art i made them cats bc it makes this so much easier)

Wheres grace??

Shes here too! And simon!

Sorry but ive removed hazel and tuba completely from this because thats just. Too much for my brain to keep up with. They never meet her. As i said. The train is different. Theres a lot more of the stewards everywhere and theyre very hostile. So simon and grace get kinda saved by ryans little group(him jesse and min),,,, they end up just going with them because ryans very insistent on joining them to find the apex. Uhhh next!

What are they engineering???

Uhm. Everything??

The train is kinda fucked so theyre doing their best to help anyone they find

Theres. So much. Uhhh theyve mostly given up on leaving too. Tulip is the first person they meet in a WHILEEE that actually wants to go home.

Ryan and mins numbers r not functioning properly, jesse lost lake and wants to find them again, and simon and grace are about the same as in the show

Anywayyyyy

Is ryan okay?

...

Are any of them...?

But uhm. No not really.

Fun little thing, none of them got on at the same time. And hes been here like. Way too long. And also hes a little shit that likes getting in the way of what amelia is doing. They dont like each other. My brain is not functioning enough for it rn bc its getting late but instead of just. Killing him or something. (Like she tries to do to tulip in the last episode of book 1) she just doesnt. She specifically keeps him alive. Idk man hes not complaining (...maybe he is just a little but its fine)

That probably made no sense but im so tired and its so hot in here good god auhekdhdkjd

Ask more questions if you want! I will empty this ask box eventually!!!

[ghoooooooooooooooost]

this is abt the meurgreg post (ik its days old i dont check tumblr often 😭) but for me personally right when i was thinking about getting into limbus, i had to read metamorphosis for english class, and then the stranger RIGHT after... so they were already connected in my brain bc of that LOL

some positivity for it; i think the ship is really sweet and has such domestic potential. meursault not knowing how to show affection and gregor not knowing how to receive it, and i can kinda see them fumble around trying to figure things out with each other. i know it looks like the stereotypical yaoi dynamic but idk it feels upsetting to me when people immediately jump to that conclusion :( and it doesnt help when i feel like some people Are like that

anyway while im here i also wanna say ur one of my favorite artists and the way you incorporate multimedia in your work makes for such interesting composition; your strokes, ESPECIALLY in traditional, is like MESMERIZING and i could stare at it for so long; and i just love the way you've drawn some of my favs (roland and gregor <3)

hope i aint bothering you with this and this isnt weird, n that you have a good day!! sorry this is so long jeez 😭

thank u sm 🫶🫶🫶

also from what i've heard abt the stranger from other ppl, book meursault does show a lot of affection - just in certain ways? i think i remember someone mentioning physical acts n sharing moments, n he seems to struggle w the concept of affection rather than actual affection itself if that makes sense?

but i have to read l'étranger myself to get a good grasp on that since a lot of summaries just say he doesn't love marie (i actually have the book but no time to read it yet)

so i've seen my friends draw stuff like limbus meursault n gregor sharing oranges it's cute

[lovphobic]

10 13 20 26 38 and 49 for all of them, or if not, whoever you want to yell about most (^:<

SO MANY!! (explodes)

10. What kind of jokes make them laugh?

sildraste: in my head i imagine her as a very stoic person. closed off and reserved. no vulnerability. but thats not... necessarily true? she'd probably like.. jokes that dont really make a great deal of sense, or jokes we think are absurd. think feeding the donkey a fig and washing it down with wine :') - thalya: she is VERY pure of heart. and very childish. almost every good natured joke will make her laugh. knock knock. whos there. owls. owls who. yes they do. (loud, from the heart laughter. knee slapping) - morant: it is SO hard to make her laugh. it has to be a GENUINELY funny, original joke. she takes herself too seriously sometimes - valdys: she'll laugh at someone tripping on the sidewalk (not out of meanness) and also "deez nuts". she's like.. the other side of thalya in a way. except shes more immature than childish LMAO

13: Describe your character's typical wardrobe for the regular day

OK so i am NOT great at describing clothes myself, so this is going to be very image heavy

sildraste: i have been workshopping her outfit for two years now.. and i still dont really know. im kind of tinkering w the idea of her being more feminine presenting? not sure how i feel about it just yet bc, as i said, i cant facking think of outfit ideas. anyways, that being said: outside of the Usual Dnd Chaos And Battle, like.. After her story is said and done. i guess i could see her in something like this for sure. DURING her story.. i hope u do not mind me not using my entire brain for this one question and instead using an existing picture... but something like this maybe! - thalya: pre sildraste it was something like this for sure, just replace the skirt for whatever the dnd equivalent of jeans would be LMAO. but post sildraste i can imagine it as something like this. i can definitely see her reverting to pre after everything is said and done though :^) - morant: you know, for a character that is pretty much my self insert.. my mary sue... she does not dress like me at all! shes very dark colors, slacks and long jackets/cloaks. think this and this. i hate to say it but shes definitely d*rk ac*dem*a. - valdys: MODERN 70s!!!!!! COLORS. BELL BOTTOMS. FLARE SLEEVES. LIKE THIS!!!! she is the only one i know FOR SURE. shes definitely modern, like what we'd wear today. but w the SPICE and FUN of the 70s

20: Does your character have a comfort item?

sildraste: oh you KNOW its thalya's necklace. as destructive as it is (which she doesnt. like. Know.) its definitely her comfort item - thalya: i think either she doesnt have one, or she is a bit too new for me to have figured an answer out! so, right now, she does not! - morant: dagger :) i havent figured out the importance yet, but its there - valdys: in direct mirrorage of morant.. there is ZERO importance at all to her item. she just thinks its neat and it brings her happiness. her chicken plushie. i imagine it looking something like this. this answer may change in the future but it is what it is for now!

26: Are they an animal person? Do they have pets?

sildraste and morant i wouldnt say are animal people. they Like animals, but i cant see them owning one. i could only see them owning a pet if its co-owned with their respective partner

thalya is DEFINITELY an animal person. she may have been a jeweler's apprentice but she also spent a fair bit of time with the farm animals of the town, helping out and being a general ray of sunshine always. no pets though, currently - valdys would have a cat 100%. one of those stupidly fluffy white ones that shed like a motherfucker. this cat. specifically.

38: How does your character unwind after a long day?

sildraste: ngl she probably gets wasted. it is what it is. always been like that. get her some therapy - thalya: quite the opposite. probably takes a nice bath. rose petals if the day was especially long/hard. - morant: she doesnt. she just goes to bed - valdys: most of her "long" days come from her mothers bullshit. she makes little imaginary vlogs for her imaginary audience alone in her room which 100% consist of what would be called trauma dumping. JGHDKJGHDK

49: What is your character's biggest fear? Most irrational?

sildraste: funny that. its losing thalya. LOL. shes a very rational person for the most part though. despite everything - thalya: she definitely has fears.. but how do you in sound mind have fears when you were this close to being dead. in comparison that makes whatever fear(s) she has seem so infinitesimal. her most irrational though is probably just.. being hated. nobody hates her. shes not a hateable person. which in itself is... something to think about. how can a person have Nothing to dislike. what are you hiding. what are you compensating for. - morant: dying <3 but i think valdys is her irrational fear FKJSDHFJKSAHFUIASHJFKSDH. morant "HATES" her and thinks valdys also hates her. but valdys is stupid pining. morant though. thinks she is plotting to murder her in her sleep. there is miscommunication here unfortunately. she is stupid - valdys: shes pretty fearless i wont lie. but the answer would probably be being misunderstood. she doesnt always come off on the right foot. but shes earnest. her irrational fear though..

ok i cant think of anything. so sorry. but i got to the end and this is the only one i said "hard give up" on. so please applaud me

[raethethey]

hey its me. rae. im fine. im just having a breakdown rn and uhh idk how to deal with that really. like in a healthier way. whenever i was little and had an overwhelming experience or a day filled with anxiety i would shut down and escape to my room and turn on music and hug my blankie. but like thats not really dealing with the issue yk, its ignoring it until i forget abt it and then it happens again sometime later. i get stressed over the little things and they pile up. but idk when the mountain ever topples bc i pile it up behind me if that makes sense. just throwing it over my shoulder yk.

read at your own risk. i delve deep into traumas.

i grew up in a sheltered house, lower middle class, religion available to me. i didnt show up to school and have teachers pull me aside and ask me questions abt my parents and home life. but i did have issues. i apparently had a mother who occasionally abused alcohol (i guess i blocked this out and thought she was just smiley a lot) i had a father who decided a belt was more efficient than his hand when disciplining us, soap mouth washing was normal, holding his hand over my sisters mouth so the neighbors wouldnt hear her absolute monster of a meltdown screams (she could scream/ i was sitting on my bed watching this and covering my ears as best i could) yes he let her breathe but she was 7(?) she would just take a breath to scream again. i witnessed holes in the wall but never a bruise on my mother or father. (thats when cps was called) (thats when i realised i would become a statistic kid someday). i witnessed so many tears and yelling and walking out the front door (or even getting out of the car on a highway exit in the middle of a state we didnt live in to get away from him) i witnessed my mother connect with the ladies at church who didnt wear big hoop earrings or high heels or gaudy make up bc they grew up with 'bigger' struggles. (divorced parents, trailer homes, smoking, a sister who got pregnant at 14). i witnessed my dad struggle with someone who wasnt a good match for him but he was religious, death should happen before divorce. he would plead and beg and that sound when his voice cracked haunts me to this day. on the 28th of december when they gathered us to tell us they were divorcing i stood up, said, "i knew it." and went to my room until i had to pee or eat or go to school i dont remember. i lived between 2 separate houses until i turned 18 always lugging my sister around after she came back from boarding school for 2 years. i chose to live with my dad bc he was more financially and mentally stable. do i regret that? almost everyday. would i go back and change my choice? no.

im attending college rn with almost nothing in my bank account and no more help from dad. im scared bc im not smart, i believe i have learning issues bc not every teacher teaches the same and its been a constant guessing game as to whether ill pass or not based on them. i can apply myself when i get interested but if you lecture us like youre talking like a middle schooler abt the weather in an awkward convo with your crush, what the hell am i supposed to get excited abt?

how am i supposed to live in a home that expects more than i think i can give just because im an adult? with a man who doesnt understand social anxiety or burn out or depression bc he has the lord and faith and hope and he doesnt need to worry abt whats next. how am i supposed to recover from a night of not sleeping and watching youtube videos to drown out the thoughts (sometimes suicidal) and then be expected to get up at 8am and go apply to 7 jobs and grocery shop for your ass and clean the house and not take a nap that turns into 15hours of dead sleep at noon bc im adult and thats just what adults do.

no thats society. thats society fucking everything up for ill minds and those with disabilities and disorders and chronic sickness. society tells me i need to move out at 18 (when your brain only finishes developing at 27 ish). society tells me i need to figure out my life when im not even a 1/10th thru it. to get a degree at 22 a job at 23 bc youve interned somewhere for 2 years already and have that job for 50ish years, a spouse a house and kids at some point during that time and still be financially okay and be able to pay off student loans and hospital bills and mortgage and whatever else. society says fuck you all the fucking time and i cant fucking stand it.

im not ready to be 23. im not knowledgeable on how life works bc i was sheltered. we were poor we couldnt look stuff up willy nilly, if i did i was terrified i wasnt allowed to bc god is always watching, youll go to hell. i know nothing abt sex ed bc our teacher wasnt even fully certified. i know nothing abt taxes or bills bc we didnt have a finance class available. i know nothing abt dating bc no boys until youre 30. i know nothing.

when my parents split and i lived with my mom every other week, i searched everything under the sky in my room at night bc i was scared. i was scared my dad might find out that i thought [sally] was cuter than [sam]. that i was jealous of [jasons] body and the way it was shaped. that i liked the way [marys] voice sound bc she was cool on tv (she smoked) the way [johns] voice sounded bc it was lower. i read fanfiction as soon as i knew what it was. when i gravitated toward more mlm fics i was scared of those new apps coming out that let a parent see what their kid was doing.

when i graduated high school and didnt know what to do with myself for two years, i drowned myself in fanfiction and fantasies. when i was given an ultimatum of moving out or going to school and/or working i chose school bc by then i had found kpop. i fell in love with something for the first time in a while since fanfiction. i like the new language i hadnt really ever heard before other than psy's song that rocked the world. i realised ive always loved languages why not teach mine? thats popular. so i chose school, i dragged myself through months of mental torture and physical stress torture and im still doing it bc one day ill live a dream that was forced upon me bc i know im not ready for the world. and bc i chose school i met some of the greatest ppl. ppl who accept me for who i truly am bc that summer wasnt just abt kpop it was abt realising i was not a girl. i wasnt a boy either but goddamn idk what i am. so not only did i read abt gay men but i read abt gay anything. researching wtf was going on in my head. what exactly do i feel like, who am i attracted to, what do i want in life in a partner if i ever get one

and through all this in the back of my head im still thinking im not good enough for my dad bc he believes that even just who i am is a sin, im not good enough for mom bc i chose dad, im not good enough for myself bc im lazy and incapable of doing normal things and a wimp and a loser. im not good enough. i dont deserve this. i shouldve been kicked out years ago. thats how you know if youll make it (i wouldntve). theres smth wrong with me and my brain. the doctor said i had depression and gave me pills i didnt want bc pills make it real. there really is smth wrong with me. thats why they dont love me, they dont think im good enough. i havent been to a doctor in 6 years (1 covid hit so i just couldnt 2 i cant make the fucking phone call on my own) i know i have anxiety and worse depression. i think i have other stuff bc like i mentioned when i think theres smth wrong with me i research the fuck out of it.

cant even keep a best friend. the one in elementary moved, elementary-middle i moved schools, middle-high school stopped talking to me out of the blue, my church friend from elementary is still my best friend and has many the same views abt religion aa i do now and accepts me and loves me for who i am, but shes getting married this year. still have my college bestie but its only been 2 years. i hate myself for thinking 'wait until its been 7, he'll hate you then, but hes too nice to drop you to your face he'll just ghost you like the last one did'

cant commit to a partner either. first one was a mess, he had anger issues. second didnt respect the law. third one was 3yrs older and ready for marriage. 4th was going to the navy in a month. 5th (first girl) was in israel. i was the one who ended them all. my current partner is literally amazing and im scared the day they realise i literally cannot commit. we will dance around commitment forever until you get bored and realise i was just there bc i want to try but deep down know i cant and wont succeed. im scared the day they leave bc they think im playing with them and i unintentionally break their heart. im scared bc i know that will never happen, ill leave them before they can bc i dont want to string them along bc i cant commit.

well ive "journaled" for like and hour now and i need to pee. so thanks for reading if you did. im sorry if you were triggered. i dont want responses. i just needed to get this out.

[chanyoungies]

alright emilia millie heartsbang berryjaellie so we know ur very normal abt hwan (number one normalcy candidate) and like . ruby . so normal ... my Honest answers tho are junseo and wanji (sorry those are ur boys to me they just are) and like in general i feel like u know this but i like . do NOT know ur biases unless i Know them and even then i sometimes am like wait do i know them (jungmo i'm sorry also like . yeppis i know i know but do i know ... still to this day it's unclear ...) 😭 like i don't think there's an Obvious quality to all of your biases and while i also multi bias in groups u like . really multi bias JDJHGB the curse of having so much love to give <//3 but i think the ones that you're more associated with are the ones u have more . complicated relationships with vs the ones you're more open w your admiration of if that makes sense . i do think millie line have like . caretaker qualities though . which makes a lot of sense to me . hope this is coherent ... love u and your biases even when i don't rmr them KJDGJHDB

that is indeed i, my full government name... hello cherry penguin dumpling erin 'eri' jaehyukkies chamhwis .. first of all (wipes a tear) u remembered .. <//3 (<- she says like she doesnt mention hwan literally every day) i can't believe ur selection rlly is hwan and RUBY ... like.... out of all the ppl im insanely abnormal about . . . like i get it but like .. help ........... and u honestly scared me when u were like idk how Honest i should be like i was like what the hell are u planning to say what do u Think of me to say that . . . im sighing loudly its ok i accept that juns*o n wanji are . gestures . idk. something... i like them a little or whatever (do not mention the wimpji apologist incident) ... 🙄🙄 i want u to know that i find the jungmo thing insanely funny but also how am i supposed to be the mo to brina's mini in these conditions . ure valid w the yeppis though like ... i do get it bc it's unclear in my brain too ... like it's clear but it's not clear at all . don though <3 nd daehwi's just special . u know this. i DO rlly multi bias ure right and i do think i have a few different types i usually just find ~3 members to fill up all the typesjdbsisvsj i need to be in love with at least 50 people at once or else i lose the will to live etc .. and you're Entirely right abt that complicated relationship thing but i also Know i tend to be more vocal about those who fall under that umbrellajdvsks so i get it i do... doesnt mean im not all 😤 abt it but i get it 😔 nd last part bingo bulls eye 10/10 that is true nd thats v cute of u to have picked up on it thank u,, there's a reason to this too i think its just my desire (need) to be babied or at least somehow cared for constantly. so like . gestures ... i love u the most (and they love u too . i know it . im sure of it bc i dont give them a choice u either love eri or ure out)

[devilscastle69]

Hi, I just wanted to say I've seen a few of your posts recently and I just wanted to send internet hugs (if you like them). It sounds like you've been going through a hell of a lot and it makes so much sense that you're tired and overwhelmed and struggling every day.

When it comes to struggling to relating to people a) it makes so much sense, because you weren't given the chance to, but b) it's okay to have highly specific interests and not want to go outside of that. Lots of people do, both neutotypical and atypical. And as long as it's what you enjoy, that's all that matters. Some people might struggle with it, but that's a them problem, not a you problem. In your life, what you enjoy is the most important thing.

The crying when you were young and praying to go to purgatory, and knowing things were wrong but other's not? That sounds really hard, like you could tell there were dynamics going on and were trying to navigate them. Maybe you were better at spotting patterns so knew where to tread (again, sometimes people call this an autistic thing, but lots of people do this too), or maybe you just have higher anxiety than others and that was what drove everything. But your family sounds really hard, expecting you to just put up with homophobia instead of standing up for you. It kind of feels like your mum went back on accepting you, too, taking it okay one day and screaming at you a few days later. That's exactly the type of thing that you could have known would happen when you were younger, so you tried to not be the thing that would get you yelled at or excluded.

It sucks getting to this point in your life without knowing who you are, especially when it came with so much self-hatred, but I want to tell you that a lot of people love their 30s because they learn more about themselves and stop self-destructing and actually start living how they want to. Would it help to try and consider everything you've been through as an experience that taught you something? It sounds like you were just desperate to try and get things right and that's what lead to the self-hatred, but you shouldn't be blamed for trying to survive. And now, instead of continuing to feel self-hatred, you can actively choose to be nice to yourself, show yourself the compassion I know you show your friends 💚 you're not wrong for standing up to your mum and sister, that means that you're standing up for yourself, and your younger self would be so in awe of you for doing that 💚 sorry for the long ramble, feel free to call this weird from a stranger on the internet💚

tysm anon <33 i remind myself a lot that im in a much better place than i was even a year ago like physically, emotionally, spiritually, but sometimes things happen and i feel overwhelmed. im also still trying to stand up for myself appropriately and i was upset bc i was actively trying to communicate how i was feeling without like trying to blame her and she exploded probs out of guilt or confusion or grief or outright denial & it was really viscous and hurtful! but im def trying to work on getting my brain to be like "wow!!! that really sucked!!! fuck that!" instead of "i want to kms!!!! fr this time!!!" (it's never all the way fr but it feels fr in the moment) my fam is complicated and the dynamics are pretty fucked and ik why they are that way but knowing that doesnt fix anything bc itd be even worse attempting to point it out bc i have a pretty good idea for how itd go unfortch.

anyway appreciate the thoughts and support. i do go to therapy and do the self care i think it was too many events all at once. <3 hope u have a great day/night/etc.

[mindthedocent]

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you? And also 35 for the weird writer questions meme

this ones really hard bc ive said many many times, my brain is swiss cheese, my brain is a sieve, my brain cant hold anything. i just had breakfast and ive already forgotten what it was.

anyway idr which fic anymore but it was a leftthedial and mins hair was described as "strands of ink". beloved. rcmclachlans "named" has lived in me for years. nothing has ever compared to reading for the first time, "Glory be always to Castiel." yeah yeah whatever, te nombre, dean winchester. doesnt hit as hard. im back on a "watership down" kick, after i dunno 15 years or something. "Whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you."

most of the time the lines that live in me are the ones that shook me to my core. theyre the ones i look at when i say "oh thats good writing." theyre the lines you scream out loud when That song comes on. thats what i hope to one day aspire to, if i ever write anything longer than a oneshot. one day a story will live in me so completely that i'll have to get it out and i'll have to have a single line that kills the masses. thats all it is!

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

you know, i dont take many of those writing "rules" very seriously. i think at most theyre good exercises, that you then pick apart and think about when youre ignoring them. my favorite i think, actually, is "don't start words with conjunctions." But i do it anyway. And i do it without thinking. Or i think very hard about it and say "yes this is correct." this isnt essay writing, im trying to fit a certain mood. sometimes u gotta put a "but" at the front of your sentence! it just makes sense!

that being said my favorite writing advice comes from chuck palahniuk, who said to stop using "thought" words (think, realize, wonder, etc). i still use them!!!!! BUT!!!!!!! having to think about it every time has 100% made me a better writer. does ryan wonder this thing or can i extrapolate it further by showing it a different way? does that realization come to min as a passing thought or does his body react before his brain does? These Are The Processes That Make Me A Better Writer and i recommend smashing all writing rules to smithereens except for the ones that actually help you

[corvidshipping]

Howdy Jack ♡ i saw this post on my dash and immediately thought of u but also like "Mr. Brightside" playing at the same time y'know

ANYWAY I hope you're doing well pls feel free to tell me about how your day went I'd love to hear all about it and i hope it was spectacular ✨❤️!

Moxie @tex-treasures

not me forgetting to respond to this for well over 24 hours lol

im ngl i kind of forgot what mr brightside was so when i first read this my brain supplied "todayyy is gonna be the day that theyre gonna throw it back to youuuu". anyway this is 100% me its actually my villain origin story. i am The Jack . from the box. i escaped

umm sunday was my last day at work before i get three days in a row off! and it was the day one of my beloved coworkers came back from visiting family so i was v happy. it was kinda stressful tbh because it got rly busy after lunch (weekends are always like that - the mornings tend to be pretty slow, except the days when theres a line forming outside by the time i even arrive to clock in, but around lunchtime theres a big rush and it doesnt end till we close really) and it felt like there was just too much to do btwn restocking, helping guests, making/packaging products cause we have to do that, and trying to keep some semblance of neatness around the store. buuuuuut aside from a few mean guests i had a rly good time w my coworker and actually i met a couple of super nice ppl! one was a person with orange hair who i desperately wanted to ask where they got their gender /j and the other was this super nice person w tattoos!! also i kept getting complimented on my keith haring shirt which i guess makes sense bc i work at an art museum but the funny thing is that when i was getting dressed that morning it was literally in the dark and i thought it was a pink floyd shirt i have w a similar tie dye pattern. so. lmao

anyway!!! tysm!! feel free to tell me how your day(s) have been in fact i encourage it

[laimar]

b for the ask game ?

THANKS !!

you my friend get to hear about benji my best friend benji!

his name is benji rento and originally he was part of a thing where we made mashup ocs of our favorite characters and he was a mashup of i think sal fisher and jason voorhees. but hes his own thing now and i really like him a lot! i used to draw him nonstop because hes just so easy, unfortunately i dont have any art of him on hand but if i find one ill share or maybe i can doodle him real quick.

basically, benji is a sort of modern day Frankenstein's monster - his father is a necromancer and, for undisclosed reasons, took it upon himself to try and create life from "scratch." (he steals corpse parts from the cemetery. lol)

he's made up of at least a dozen people at any given time, so hes mis-matched and his appearance is different every time he's seen. every patch of him is a different color in various states of decomposition; hes constantly losing body parts (mostly hands/fingers/feet/legs) but his dad is quick to patch him up with a fresh(er) piece.

the only things that haven't been replaced in his 23 years of existence are his face and brain - benji's dad is very sentimental about this, and despite the extremely advanced state of decay both are in, he cant bring himself to replace them. plus a change of brains would essentially alter everything about benji, and it wouldnt be him anymore.

because of the absolutely horrific state of benji's face, benji wears a mask. he's a big fan of spongebob and kirby so his friends like to draw and put stickers on it for him.

his height is usually around seven and a half to 8 feet tall depending on who he's made of. he has shoulder length ratty gray hair with a purple tint - no matter whose scalp piece gets attached to his head, the color and texture always change to match.

given that he is what he is he has the intelligence of a child around 4 to 6 years old and probably wont get any smarter. hes very nice but quick to anger as he can get overwhelmed easily but cant control how his body responds to excess stimuli so he sort of goes on an unintentional destructive rage on his surroundings (aka mostly his room lol)

kids also love him - when he goes around the neighborhood they like to stop and play with him and use him as a jungle gym because hes so huge lol

some little trivia about him:

contrary to popular belief about zombies he does not need to eat at all, much less crave brains and flesh - he does really like cold food tho because of how it makes his insides feel (and also helps to preserve organs!)

his favorite season is winter because he decays a lot slower in cold weather. in summer hes falling apart at supersonic speed

he can be quite stubborn; its hard to teach him things or get him to pay attention when he doesnt want to but he Is capable of learning. he mostly picks up things his dad doesnt want him to learn, like parroting things his friends will say or do (mr pottymouth nishima). once he picks something up its nigh impossible to get him to stop doing it

he has very minimal tactile sensation so its hard to get him to feel something. bc of this he doesnt realize when the stray cats in his yard are snacking on him

and i think thats it! tysm for sending an ask and i hope this made sense

[binniesthighs]

hi!! i rly liked your first writing it was so cute and you described jisung so well too! can i request a friends to lovers with han? kinda slow burn like they're really good friends but jisung gets jealous of her close friend and reader secretly likes him too but she doesnt wanna ruin the things between them so... one day they get into a fight and they end up making out😳 bc shes like "wtf we're friends" smut is ok but just a make out would be fine too the details r up to u💗

why yes you can! Thank you for requesting hehe you are my first ask ever  ♡ I hope that you like it, here’s some best friend ‘sungie for ya :)   

all yours | reader x jisung |

Paring: self-insert, female reader x han jisung

Genre: fluff ‘n a lil bit of smut & angst  

Tags: student!reader, bestfriend!jisung, lab partner!felix (haha), friends to lovers, mutual pining, best friend au, college au, jealousy, slow-ish burn, mentions of exams, some yelling, reader is secretly whipped for jisung (and jisung for the reader), explicit language, marking, that good good makin’ out

Word count: 2.4k

“Hey!”

The little ball of paper that you had crinkled up bounced off Jisung’s arm with a soft pat.

“What happened to studying together? You said that you were gonna quiz me.”

Jisung’s eyes popped up from his phone screen looking a little bewildered. “Sorry, I just...got a little distracted.

“Distracted? Looking at what?”

“Oh, nothing.” He placed his phone down, clicking it off.

“Is “nothing” code for some girl’s Instagram?” You dished him out a teasing smirk. “I think you forget that I know you better than you know yourself sometimes.”

Jisung shuffled the papers in front of him pretending like he had something to do. “Psh. I was not.”

“--Does she go to school here?”

“I told you, I said no.” He furrowed his brow trying to look as serious as possible, but that was nearly impossible for someone as naturally adorable as him. “Why are you drilling me? Aren’t you supposed to be doing some work right now?”

“~So are you~” You teasingly sang back to him, giving him a kick under the table just for good measure.

Jisung threw your balled up paper ball back to you. “Let’s just get back to what we were doing so we can leave. I don’t wanna end up like him.”

He nodded over to the end of your table where a student had fallen asleep mid-chapter. His nose twitched and he snorted a little bit. You knew exactly what Jisung meant, you didn’t want to be at the library at 11pm on a Tuesday either; it was your better judgement that told you.

“Can we get food after this?” Jisung asked after approximately five minutes of “working.”

“Sounds good to me.” You quipped, barely allowing your eyes to leave your computer screen. You found that you always had to try you best to let him not distract you. He was really good at that.

You slid a stack of index cards in front of him. “Ask me these? I’m having a hard time getting the Latin names down...if you’re not busy?”

“Nope!” He piped, and shoved his notebook away.

“Okay!” He said with determination and a little bounce. He fixed his oversized hoodie before starting, looking adorably lost in the fabric.

He asked you the first question, but it barely met your ears. There you were, getting distracted by him again.

screw you Han Jisung, you thought to yourself.

☆。*。☆。

“I just don’t understand how you make sense of all that crap, I could never be a science major like you are.”

“--And I could never understand production like you do.”

“And this is why we work.” Jisung grinned with smiling eyes while he opened the library door for you. “I’m starving, I can’t stop thinking about--”

“--Y/n??” A voice called from behind the two of you.

The two of you whipped your heads back to see a loveable looking blonde and freckled boy bounding to catch up with you. It was Felix, your lab partner from zoology. The two of you were nothing more than classroom friends, but his friendly kindness was always something that brightened up your terrible 9 am lab.

“Felix!” You beamed, holding the door so it wouldn’t close on him. “Are you here studying for the exam as well?”

“Oh yeah, I just...my brain couldn’t take it any more,” He sarcastically mimed his head pains, “I just need to get some sleep now.”

“I just don’t get how they expect us to know all of those phyla like its nothing.”

“I know right?’ He chuckled.

Next to you, Jisung silently poked at the elevator button to go down.

“Is it alright if I head down with you guys?”

“Of course!” You motioned him in.

Once the doors had closed, the three of you found a different corner of the small box to plant yourselves in.

“shit-sorry, Felix, I didn’t introduce you, this is Jisung.”

“Hi!” Felix shone, and Jisung gave him a curt nod back.

Felix waved to two of you goodbye, leaving you in the nighttime snow. You noticed that as Felix walked away he had a little bounce to his step; and you couldn’t help but crack a little smile.

“Our usual?” Jisung asked you with a little edge to his voice.

You linked your arm around his, letting out a little shrill sound when the fabric of your two coat sleeves met. “Sounds good to me!” You nuzzled up into him while both of your bodies’ heat intermingled.

The two of you walked on under the streetlights which illuminated the falling flakes in streams of light. You never loosened your grip, as had become your habit lately when the two of you walked around. Jisung never seemed to mind; the two of you had been mistaken for a couple more than enough times thanks to it. When it did happen, it didn’t phase you at all. Being close to Jisung was like second nature to you.

The whole walk over Jisung never uttered a word, which was uncharacteristic of his usual boisterous self.

“Is everything okay?”

He sniffled, “Yeah, I think I just got kinda tired out of nowhere.”

“Ah.” You mouthed, and squeezed his arm a little harder.

After a moment’s silence, he somberly announced, “If you’re in the same class as him, maybe you should study with him.”

“Huh.” You tsked. “Yeah, I mean I never thought about that before...I guess that could do me some good.”

You looked slightly up to him: a product of him being slightly taller than you. His brown eyes remained stoic, and you couldn’t figure out why. You hated it when he wouldn’t tell you what was wrong, but he was also stubborn at letting up.

“But thank you for helping me tonight! You know that I reeealy appreciate it.” You turned your tone as cutesy as you could--Jisung hated it, but you knew that it could bring a smile to his face.

His gaze softened a bit. “Anytime. You’d do the same for me.”

☆。*。☆。

Jisung rested his head on your shoulder on the bus ride home with his phone weakly held in his hand. One more bump in the road and you knew that it would go flying so you carefully took it into your own lap where it would be safe. You wouldn’t dare moving an inch because you had a feeling that he had closed his eyes. Time had slipped past 1am, and you had to keep fighting yawns yourself. The bus driver had been blasting the heat, so it wasn’t hard at all for you to feel cozy.

You glanced down at his open hand in his lap. It looked exactly like he was beckoning for you to scoop it up in your own. You wondered what what happen if you did. What would he think of it? Would he think anything of it? You had held hands before, but every time you had it had been under purely platonic pretenses. If you just grabbed it now, what would the pretenses be then? The two of you cozied up on a bus: that was something that couples did.

You shut your eyes closed tightly and tried your best to banish all the thoughts clouding your head.

Jisung’s hand twitched, looking even more inviting.

screw you Han Jisung.

☆。*。☆。

[7:14pm]

jisung: you want to come over? Changbin is cooking and i don’t wanna eat whatever he’s making alone

[7:31pm]

me: sorry, I’m studying with Felix at the library, I think that we are gonna be here late. It’s all the Latin, I’m drowning in the Latin, Sung.

I’m sorry.

see you Friday once I’m out of this hell?

[7:34pm]

jisung: see you friday.

☆。*。☆。

You pounded on the door to Jisung’s apartment with your phone in hand, the white screen showing you the number that you had worked so hard for.

“Open the door!” You called giddily. “Jisung! I know that you’re in here, we need to celebrate! ~I can treat youuu~”

Just as you were about to knock again, the door swung open, revealing a wet haired Jisung in his grey sweats and tee. His brown strands of hair were scattered around his head while he rubbed at them with a towel.

“Shit! Can’t I shower?” He jested.

It took all your will power not to ogle him more. He looked devastatingly handsome, but you swallowed down how utterly flustered he had made you.

You cleared your throat, “Uh...sorry...” then remembered your phone in your hand. “I got a 96! Can you believe it! I’m even surprised too, when I was taking the test I just got so nervous...”

“All that studying paid off huh?” He cockily rose an eyebrow. “You can go ahead and thank me now, without my help...” He shrugged with a grin.

You invited yourself in and threw your bag down at the door like you usually did.

“Thank youuu” You sung. “Oh! And studying with Felix really paid off too.” You took off your shoes, thinking of how nice it had been to finally study with someone who knew your class topics. Not that Jisung wasn’t helpful, but you and Felix were on the same page. “He knew it all way more than I did, so he was super helpful. I forgot to text him--”

Jisung closed the door behind you with a slam that made you jump. He moved away from you, not meeting your eyes. The air around the two of you suddenly became thick with something that did not feel as excited as you just were.

“...do you wanna maybe watch a movie?” You moved closer. “Or we could get some deliv--”

“--Why even bother coming over here?” Jisung suddenly huffed.

“What?”

Jisung’s words flew out of his mouth sharply, “If he was so helpful? What are you doing here, huh?”

“Jisung, I don’t understand...” Your heartbeat quickened in your chest and you felt anxiety swell there as well. Jisung never spoke to you like this. He never sounded like this.

He growled out a little sound in frustration. “I-I just...can’t believe you--”

“--Me? Jisung, what did I do?” You threw your arms up, genuinely confused.

He ran his fingertips over his temples and let out a deep exhale. “Y/n, don’t pretend like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Your temper started to become seething and you felt your ears get hot. “Tell me Jisung. Tell me what I did. And while you’re at it, what has been up with you these past few days? Being short with me, and distant, yeah-I’ve noticed...what are you doing??”

Jisung heaved breaths in and out of his chest, then ran a hand through his hair. He still couldn’t meet your eyes.

For a moment, a flash of panic surged in your head, making your heart ache with an unexpected pain. You truly didn’t know what he had meant, and if you had made a mistake, you knew it could mean loosing him. God, that was the last thing in the world you wanted. It always was.

“If I did something wrong tell me because clearly I don’t know!!” You yelled back at him, straining your throat.

He walked up to you, then grabbed your shoulders with a firm grip. Finally, you saw his eyes, brown and soft, holding a type of pain that you hadn’t seen in him before.

screw you, Han Jisung.

“Jisung, I--”

You were shoved by the shoulders in milliseconds to the door behind you, the impact nearly knocking the wind out of you. You gasped in your surprise, but your mouth was immediately shut by Jisung ramming his lips into yours. His hands needily took your face into his palms with his mouth blazing with hunger for you.

It took you a moment to realize what had just happened and steady yourself after being so startled. His lips were so soft and warm, your brain had a hard time recognizing that he was really doing this. His haste made no indication of stopping so you let yourself do what you had wanted to do for years: you kissed him back with everything that you had.

As soon as you did so, he let out little desperate moans between your lips in response. You let your arms wrap around his back and he fell into them just right. Naturally you took one of your hands to the back of his head and tangled up your fingers in his hair. God, it all felt so good. Jisung snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into him with force, crashing your hips together.

The two of you clumsily made your way to the couch where he threw you down and crawled over top of you just as fast. He moved to your neck then traversed around your skin, sending shivers all through your body. Your hands eagerly found his back where you dug into him, wanting to be impossibly close. To your side, he carefully took your hand in his, weaving all of your fingers together.

Jisung pressed down into you and began to suck at your neck without holding himself back. It was such an intense feeling that couldn’t help but moan out something you didn’t know you could. You felt his mouth turn into a grin on your skin while he continued. It stung a little when he removed his lips, but he gently kissed each mark as if he was soothing it once he was done. He stopped to admire the little array of purple bruises he had made.  

“I want you all to myself.”  Jisung’s voice was hoarse, but still honey-covered in desire.

“What are we doing?” You asked him in breathless disbelief.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He whispered, and appeared to calm his breaths. “I don’t care.”

"You don’t?”

“Why should I?” He cocked his head and used his free hand to caress your face.

“--That this could change things between us?”

“You don’t want it too?” He looked a little confused.

You felt a warmth rush to your cheeks.  “--No! I do, I do...trust me.”

“Then can I kiss you some more?” Jisung grinned down at you as loving as he always had, but this time it meant something slightly different.

“...please.”

He lowered back onto you, connecting your lips once more. Jisung’s tongue languidly smoothed onto yours and you already felt intoxicated by the feeling. You tightened your fingers around his.

I’ve always been yours.

[ganondoodle]

yr brain? galaxy level. i wanna hear all ur lore and stuff

you know what ? im gonna write the basic plot for soogas backstory here now too-

- his parents were both sheikah soldiers serving the royal family, they were nearly never home so he barely even knew them and was pretty much living on his own from a young age on

- they both died while on a mission far away, but that didnt change much for him other than him having to find a way to earn money himself now

- when he was a teenager he was recruited by the royal family (he wanted to tho) which is also where he met Hibiki (my only real zelda Oc .. sorry gotta involve them now- this is how they look, although they are older here than when sooga first met them

i think i forgot to post this on tumblr lmao; anyway they are an artist and a bit older than sooga)

- since they were both outcasts with no relatives that cared about them they quickly became friends (tho it was def more one sided at first bc Hibiki is a way more extroverted ) tho Hibiki has been a bit longer in the army so they rarely went on missions together and only hung out during breaks or when they had both time off

- even after years of training they both stayed in the lower ranks of the army and never managed to climb to a higher one, part of the reason was that Hibiki didnt do a good job of being a spy, not bc they were detected, they just never had much information to report for some reason and Sooga always defended them when they got bullied by higher ups for it (you know how he threatens ppl) which in turn made him less liked and got him almost kicked out once (and yes, Hibiki did have a crush on Sooga but he never realized that even tho they made it REALLY obvious)

- you know the story how link got appointed as zeldas bodyguard ? with him deflecting a laser from a malfunctioning guardian to protect the princess ? yeah, so in my hc, while he did deflect it it didnt straight up hit the guardian back but rather was simply redirected and although Hibiki tried to pull Sooga away it still hit the left side of his face which is how he got that big af scar and lost his eye

- he survived and of course Hibiki was there to take care of him whenever they could, but the more time went on while he recovered it was made clear that the higher ups wanted to kick him out of the army after his wound healed bc they didnt think he was fit to fight anymore missing an eye (thats what they said but it was pretty obvious they just wanted a reason to get rid of him) 

- Hibiki reassured Sooga they would do everything they could to convince them otherwise bc they knew that all he ever wanted to do is be a strong and respected soldier serving the royal family, but who would listen to the worst spy in the whole army .. he got kicked out anyway of course and was forced to work as a farmer (more like help other farmers really) 

- from then on Hibiki was trying to be a better spy, so they could earn enough respect to maybe get the army to welcome Sooga back into their ranks

- but one day when Sooga returned from some field work he noticed a new grave at the corner of the village, and asked who died, it took some time for him to find out it was Hibiki who fell in battle bc after they left the village they never returned so the other villagers forgot even their name, the army brought their body back into the village since they were borne there and didnt have any living relatives

- that was what pushed his resentment for the kingdom and the other sheikah over the edge really, he stole some ancient hidden away sheikah scrolls from the elder of the village and used them to teach himself some techniques ... or at least TRIED to, the only one he was able to manage was a half functional clone, which he used to fake his death and live a live in the shadows, staying away from settlements out of fear of beign recognized

- he made his way into the gerudo desert where he never went to before, and in a cold night snuk undetected into the yiga hideout in the search for shelter since he wasnt equipped for that kind o extreme weather .. tho he didnt realize what he just did

- in the morning he was found after all and, understandably, attacked bc wth how did that guy even get in here ?? after he managed to survive for pretty long given the circumstances, he tried to flee but was stopped by master kohga himself, and while kohga was monologing about .. stuff, Sooga realized this might be his chance to live a proper life again and that pretty close to what he always wanted, so he promptly asks to join them

- positively surprised kohga of course cant just accept him into the clan like that, i mean Sooga was wearing sheikah clothing and got UNDETECTED into their hideout and took a nap there for several hours before being found, thats suspicious as hell

- after being put through several tests and challanges he is accepted into the clan after all-

- now fast forward post calamity (just a few years tho) the topic of Soogas origins comes up and he tells kohga alot but is interrupted bc koh ask him if the friend he was talking about was “a kinda weird artist” ... turns out Hibiki died in a clash with the yiga clan and ... was killed by kohga himself.

- Hibiki always carried a sketchbook in a bag around with them, and the clan took it after their death bc they thought it might contain useful info, it didnt, but since the sketches in it where pretty good they kept it anyway even if it was only half readable since it got soaked in blood

- that is a reveal that tested soogas loyalty to the clan like nothing else could (everyone in the clan including kohga, was expecting him to turn against them again, but were still waiting for him to actually betray the clan)

- sooga didnt turn on them tho, reason was, he managed to seperate the pages of the sketchbook that were stuck together from blood and discovered finely detailed art of the hideout, of its interior too and even of kohga as well

- Hibiki never had much info to tell their superiors bc they snuk around the hideout when on a mission but never with the goal to rat the clan out. they secretly admired kohga and the clan, even wanted to join them for a long time, but never got to do it bc they didnt want to leave Sooga behind but also .. they were afraid to tell him bc he was so focused on becoming a good sheikah soldier they were sure he wouldnt feel the same; they were torn between wanting to join the yiga but afraid of destroying their friendship with sooga ..

when they got into that fatal fight with the clan, kohga didnt even attack them with the intend to kill and they could have easily dodged or parried the hit, the reason they didnt was, ironically, bc they were so stunned by admiration of seeing their idol right in front of them they didnt move a muscle until it was too late...

this got longer than i thought, maybe i went into too much detail here, but anyway this is a summary of the backstory i came up with for Sooga, it doesnt end here tho, this is more like the story of how sooga became part of the yiga; after all of this comes alot more tho it wouldnt make much sense to add that here too xD 

sorry for the long af post, i hope its somewhat understandable ;__;

[b0ttl3d-up-st4rs]

aromantic but still hurt from what essentially is a breakup from a relationship with my good friend that didnt have a label in the first place :/

This monday my friend who i've been going out with since like february (we didnt label anything and were taking things slow, and i think we both were on the same terms of we both felt some sorta jumble of queer platonic romantic feelings idk) but this Monday (the day after our second date btw) he said that he couldnt see us being in a romantic relationship and he isnt ready for that. Which im fine with, but its still upsetting yk?

And im on the aromantic spectrum. Might be fully aromantic tbh idk. But hes one of my closest friends and this is the closest thing ive ever had to a crush on a real life person. And idk if the possibility of a queer platonic partnership with him is completely off the table, he didnt reall say, but it still scares me. And i still feel upset even though i liked him in a queer platonic way.

I think im scared. Scared and confused of what this means. We agreed that our friendship means a lot to the both of us and dont want to end it, but im still scared that this means im not going to be an important person in his life. Im so scared of being left. I just want to have that recognition that we are special people to each other. Im scared that what he said meant that we wont be as good friends anymore.

Ik it probably doesnt make much sense, i mean he said he couldn't see us being romantic not being platonically close, and tbh our time dating was rlly just a friend expansion pack, legit just felt the same as when we were "just friends" but i still miss it. I think I liked feeling special. And important. I liked that there was a sort of mutual appreciation and friendship. I dont want the hanging out to end and i dont want to stop giving little gifts to each other or doing things for each other.

Ive never had a best friend before and hes the closest thing ive had to one. And the closest thing ive had to a crush. Idk hes an important person in my life. I was hoping to take him to prom. And yeah ik highschool relationships rarely last but i hoped that itd last longer than this. Maybe i should talk to him, get some reassurance that this doesnt mean im less important to him. Idk.

And maybe this isnt helping my increasing amount of fomo surrounding my friends and feeling that im everyones second or third or fourth etc choice. That everyone is closer with each other than anyone is with me. Im bad at friendships. Im bad at being close to people. I think my brain actively goes against it. Like i like people well enough and do enjoy my friends company, but theres something missing and I just feel detatched. Its probably the dissociation. Or the plethora of other issues i got. Idk.

Im mad at myself for being upset about this. And part of me does wonder if theres something wrong with me because this school year two separate real life people showed interest in me only to change their mind after 2 dates. This time its worse because i actually liked him back and am good friends with him. Goddamn it why does this hurt so much, i really hope my dramatic ass won't ruin our friendship bc my brains bs.

But yeah im scared that my basically closest friend doesnt feel like im his closest friend. And itll be the same as it has been for years, my friendship being weak to others but strong to me because weak is my strong. Idk im rambling. Damn.

[wokestraightpuffy]

Hallo, i hope you are alright and that my ask aren’t annoying but I wanted to ask do you have any c!puffy headcannons? —🤡

YOURE NOT ANNOYING AT ALL !!! NEVER THINK THAT ILU VERY MUCH. MUAH /p

as for c!puffy headcanons, i am not the best person to ever organize their thoughts properly but ill try my best >:’D

ahaha. this got. super complex and way too long and more of like an introspective study to puffy now instead of harmless fun headcanons so, uh. under read more <3 (also reminder this is all /rp and /dsmp)

* i like to think that she has a hero complex, but its a bit different since she never really sees herself as an ‘important’ part of the story, not the main character but a support one, hence ‘im fine with being the side character’ or how she’s said she doesnt care what happens to her and would gladly sacrifice(?) herself if there werent other people she had to protect. girl u need therapy urself <3

* though very open with how she feels and never afraid to say when someone/something is upsetting her, ‘opening up’ is still a whole mountain climb for her, apparently. like, she’d rant about the egg, get mad at the eggpire, let off some steam by committing arson or exploding stuff, she’ll rarely ever talk about how much the stuff that upset her actually HURT her. does that make sense? LIKE, she’ll lash out, she’ll get mad, she’ll take NO SHIT thrown at her face, but to show the kinda vulnerability of dealing with that? to cry about it talk about those feelings with someone? I think she’d rather eat her own foot lol

* adding onto the thing above, she doesnt necessarily actually realize this about herself. less of actively doing it and rather growing... used to the ‘cycle of violence’ in the smp as they call it. and the fact that rarely have people really asked, that no one’s actually available for that, w her losing her closest friends, bad and ant, sam being busy w the warden stuff... and niki. yeah. there’s foolish, but i doubt she’d ever see venting to someone she considers her son appealing

* also. puffy is just sometimes... really bad at conveying sadness. i think she’s a rare crier. id go as far to say that shes even more emotionally constipated than dream, lol (but maybe not while the guy’s in his prison arc) and that she’d be the type of person to tell you its okay to cry but beat herself up over something if she let a tear slip in a heated moment

* speaking of sadness. she’ll only ever actually Be Sad if she’s alone or with someone she doesnt necessarily care the opinions of. yknow how she mourned for tommy and blamed herself? those dialogue bits? yeah, those are only times shed actually be vulnerable

* puffy’s go to response to the egg and how its fucked up her relationship w her friends is pure fury. but, going off of her line about ‘failing bad and ant’ i like to think that she probably hates herself the most about it. THAT IS A STRONG WORD LOL BUT YEAH. she yells and curses and gets mad, but sometimes i wonder if the words she had spat before were more directed to herself

* THIS GIRL HAS SELF-IDENTITY PROBLEMS. CAN WE GET A HELL YEAH FOR THAT CHAT? outside of having no goddamn clue about where she came from, how she got here and who she even is, scrounging up a role for herself in a server with a war on the background and traumatized kids got her resignedly coerced into thinking that she is only a Parent. Only good enough when she’s actually doing something Useful for people. SO. when she finds that ship? of having a crew and having a curse? OF FINDING OUT SHE MIGHT HAVE/ HAVE HAD A MOM THATS WAITING FOR HER?  the sense of control she has on herself is absolutely crushed. shattered, and she’s left to pick up the pieces w no one to talk abt it with <3

* adding onto the above, it’s why the line ‘I’m supposed to be mama puffy. me.’ hurts me so much! so yes! please cry with me :D

* also to add more on the fact that she thinks she’s only worth something when she’s being useful, puffy literally contemplated leaving the server, thinking that it wouldnt matter leaving since no one really needs her anyway, since she’s failed so many people. bad and ant, tommy, dream. shes said how foolish can take care of himself on how tubbo and ranboo have each other, how she and niki have drifted so far away from each that it might as well be a break up.

HOOOOOOOOOO OBOY . anon youve really given me the perfect chance to ramble huh? sorry for the rather incomprehensible brainrot, here’s more lighthearted headcanons about puffy asdhfkd

* she cannot stand still sometimes. she always has to be doing something extra, walking when the prime path is right there? shed rather go through tedious little holes or hop and balance onto fences to get where shes going. she’ll mindlessly fix up the path when there are holes or mismatched wood, and one time went on a long, long LONG journey cleaning up the paths tommy purposely DESTROYED near lmanburg and even added cobblestone sidings which werent there before

* puffys a bit of a sentimental person. writing in her log to clear her thoughts sometimes and cared enough to try and preserve lmanburg with the glass sheet and trying to find possible surviving artifacts of history to respect it, even though she’s never been a part of it. its also why, when doomsday happened and lmanburg got permanently poofed, she began to appreciate the buildings that are still standing and began taking more pics 

* she’s not used to being... what do you call it, um, cared for? she’d deflect compliments sometimes, when shes having a particular bad day, like, she’d laugh nervously and change the subject, sometimes she’d outright deny it, most days she’d jokingly say ‘staphhh it’ and add a very genuine thanks. my point being is, do something for puffy that is mildly nice and she’d keep that moment in her heart forever. 

* also funny story regarding the above. u know how karl is notorious for stealing her materials? and how puffy was contemplating doing something in retaliation for them? karl says hi for once when she joins the server and she goes ‘alright fine youre safe for saying hi’ LOL THIS WAS PROBABLY A BIT META WISE but something about this implying that the bare minimum or LESS is enough to make puffy forgive someone is very sad and funny at the same time for me. girl really said ‘oh you said hi to me? thats nice all the crimes youve ever done towards me is now forgiven. <3’ (this is a bit of an exaggeration on my part, ofc, i just think its funny LMAO) 

* ironically, despite being the ‘captain’, whenever riding a boat with someone, she prefers being on the backseat and letting them drive. ig shes just there for the ride i suppose, her and her uber drivers :3

 * she either has a rather unhealthy obsession with baked potatoes or she just doesnt wanna waste eret’s massive potato farm

* idc what cc!puffy says is c!puffy will always and forever be 5′2″ in my HEART. u are the shortest member, u cannot change this <3

* shes really fond of animals/ neutral mobs. she often baby talks to them and they help boost her mood a lot when shes having a bad day :D

* up to this day, the little secret rooms she’s created around the server have all been yet to be discovered, unless the one under bad’s house has been found. she rarely ever really keeps tabs on them, and more often than not they are just collecting dust. she still visits sometimes and cleans them up ofc

* she still genuinely thinks dream can change. cc!puffy’s line about that, ‘i’m his last hope.’ really makes me think about this a lot. 

* ive seen people talk abt it a bit but the headcanon that puffy acts as the server mom to fill the ‘void’ of her missing her mom makes me cry at night /hj

* she really likes her rainbow onesie! i headcanon that eret gave her that along w the sunglasses, but she started wearing that less when she found her old captains uniform. shes never really said why, though, and nobody ever really bothered to ask

* god bless this woman but sometimes the server members get on her nerves sometimes so she goes out of her way to traverse along far away from the main community to maybe commit a few crimes. let off some steam. these take a few days but she always returns

i probably have a lot more hcs but i cant remember them >_> THIS IS A LOT ANYWAY. HOPE U ENJOYED MY BRAIN VOMIT. IF U READ THIS FAR ILU THANK U

if there are mistakes it is bc i am crying and cannot see my keyboard and also i am sleep deprived /hj

[anakinthetrashking]

BnHA One-Shot Fic Recs (pt2)

 I AM HERE! With more recs for you! The last post was all about DadMight, such a beautiful genre *wipes tear from eye* This time its DADZAWA! if you happen to follow me, you might know that i really really(really) love Aizawa. a lot. So im going to try to keep this to only 10 recs, but,, well,,,, we’ll see anyway leTS GO

Aches and Pains by Badwolf36 Rating: G     Category: Gen     ~2700 words Summary: In which Izuku isn't willing to admit how much pain he's in, and Mr. Aizawa is just as much of a softie for his students as he always is. I’m always SO WEAK to stories that deal with the very real consequences of breaking all of your bones. Poor Izuku. I enjoyed the details of how he’s feeling, the way that the reader’s awareness of his pain waxes and wanes along with Izuku’s (temporary distractions can only do so much, A+ for realism there). Also, soft Dadzawa while not mushy-ooc-Aizawa! Conclusion: I love this and also want Aizawa to make me hot cocoa when there’s storms and i cant sleep!! (sidenote, everytime i see this username my brain shorts out bc my old ff.net account was also Badwolf## lol)

My Neighbor Shouta-ro by Hound_of_Heaven Rating: G     Category: Gen     ~2,700 words Summary: Yamada Hizashi, on Christmas Eve of the year he turns 19, jokingly presents Aizawa Shouta, also 19, with a Totoro kigurumi. Everything that follows after is pure chance. Heeeeeeeeeck this is ADORABLE. I- You guys- this is so pure and so precious and so!! go read it, i died. such fluff.

constrained by my own mind (im not fine) by CamsthiSky (tumblr: @camsthisky ) Rating: G     Category: Gen     ~1,500 words Summary: Midoriya Izuku is a problem child, and for some reason, Aizawa Shouta cares too much to let him fend for himself when the kid is obviously dealing with something First of all this is written by one of my fav Batfam writers!!! I was so hype when i saw this posted and OF COURSE IT WAS JUST AS WONDERFUL IF NOT MORE SO THAN I EXPECTED!!!! A+++++ in character for both Izuku and Aizawa. Izuku is jumpy and anxious and stressed and i love it. That the way Izuku started out, and while i am eternally happy at how much his life and social reactions have already changed, stuff like that doesnt just disappear in even a year, so I love fics that address that and expound on all the progress that he would have to make behind the scenes. and having Aizawa as the catalyst to begin getting actual help? *chef’s kiss* This checks boxes and then proceeds to cover the page in checkmarks LOL

remember from here on in by aloneintherain (tumblr: @captainkirkk ) Rating: T     Category: Gen     ~8000 words warning: spoiler heavy from manga chp 215 Summary: Aizawa glances from All Might to Midoriya quickly. It sounds impossible—he’s never heard of a quirk that can be handed down like a family heirloom—but at the same time, it makes perfect sense. Midoriya’s inability to use his quirk at the start of the year. The strange, familial relationship between All Might and Midoriya. The slow malnourishment of All Might’s body, like his power was being siphoned away. “You’re …” Aizawa begins.“I’m All Might’s successor.” Midoriya’s proud but shaky voice rings clearly down the empty corridor. Aizawa finds out about One for All. Awwwwwwww yiiiiiiiissssssssss!!!!! reveal fic!!!! one of my all time fav tropes!!! Plus it expounds on some future theorys/possibilities(Spoilers!!!) and you get some great interactions between Izuku and Shinsou, and plenty of opportunities taken to wear out our already worn out catepillar-sensei. poor guy needs a break but would do anything for these kids. Incredible characterization, great feels!!

Those Hardest to Love Need it Most by DancingintheStorm Rating: T     Category: Gen     ~8,200 words Summary: Shouta gripped the phone tight enough to make the phone case groan. “So it’s true. Midoriya was Quirkless.”“Until soon before the entrance exam,” Nedzu confirmed. “That’s not relevant now, though, because—““Relevant?” Shouta hissed. “Midoriya is barely functional, socially. He doesn’t trust any adult. He thinks the whole world hates him. He apologizes for everything except breaking the law, and I’m sure I can trace every single one of those things back to his Quirklessness. You call that irrelevant?”  Aizawa visits Aldera Junior High and finds out some disturbing truths. Yes. Just. Yes. Righteous anger abounds, local anxiety-child is told for the first time that his life has worth, more at 10 (I LOVE THIS ONEEE)

The Gaunlet and friendships and how memes tie the two together by averypassionateperson Rating: T     Category: Gen     ~3,500 words Summary: Shinsou walks into his first day in the Hero Course hoping to get politely ignored. He walks out having gotten into a sanctioned fistfight with the entire Bakusquad and a whole lot of new friendships. Also, memes are responsible for most of this. This fic is SOOOOOOOOO much fun. Always sure to bring a smile and honestly all I could want from a fic about Shinsou’s first day in 1A!!!

like light through a window by achievingelysium   (tumblr: @queenangst ) Rating: T     Category: Gen     1,139 words Summary: The first time Shouta sees what Hagakure looks like, it’s because she’s covered in blood. Coming from one of the best Dadzawa writers around, is a delightfully haunting fic centered on Hagakure!! The Dazawa is of course, spot on, the premise makes your heart ache as it plays out like a movie in your mind. So smooth to read, while so emotionally painful. Ouch. It is a fic with imagery that has stuck in my mind like a plant with deep roots, bc i keep thinking about it despite my too-much-fanfic-reading-adhd-muddled-brain. I feel like i had more to say but tumglr erased the paragraph i had originally written. D:   (side note, as i am keeping these posts to 10 fics... this fic came from her series of 30 min fics which you can find here on tumblr ao3  its an absolute goldmine of one-shots, go check it out)

a frozen pond, dark and deep by walking_through_autumn Rating: T     Category: Gen     ~3,800 words Summary: In the aftermath of Endeavour's battle against High End, Aizawa escorts Todoroki to his home for special leave, and they have a conversation that has been long in the making. (Or: Over two car rides and the mystery known as bubble tea, Aizawa divulges information, Todoroki returns the favour, and trust is built over unexpected similarities.) This fic felt just as quiet as the two characters it surrounds, which was really nice. Even deep emotional grieving can be quiet, since everyone feels things and reacts to things differently. It was a brilliant way to chip away at these character’s walls to let light shine through without creating an earthquake event to destroy the walls completely, you know? and it works off of canon so well. ah yes seeing the process of Aizawa realizing that hes has adopted another child is my fav    anyhow i enjoyed it very much!

but still my heart is heavy (with the hate of some other man’s beliefs) by honeyandsunshine Rating: T     Category: Gen     ~3,500 words Summary: Nemuri jerks a thumb to the side window, presumably the one with the best view of the front gates. When Shouta looks, a small crowd, all of which he can recognize from his class, are gathered around a sleazy looking man with a camera and a microphone. Half their quirks are activated. Bakugou and Todoroki are smoking. From the bushes nearby, a rather enraged stag emerges. As he gets up, Shouta just hopes they haven’t already killed him. Or:Class 1-A defends their own. Aizawa suffers, but looks after them anyways. I love how this doesn’t go the way you expect it to. and how much Aizawa loves and trusts his class full of gremlin heroes. The Dadzawa is so soft, his logic is sound, my heart aches, and i kinda want to cry. really, really, really great you guys

bend, don’t break by heyhamlet (tumblr: @hey-hamlet ) Rating: T     Category: Gen     ~4,100 words Summary: It started, as it always seemed to, on what was supposed to be a pleasant day. ---A Christmas shopping attempt gone wrong, Aizawa and Midoriya have to survive a strange nightmare quirk, all while trying to work out how to get out of there alive. Aizawa is injured, Midoriya is panicked. It's less a question of what could go wrong, but more what could go right. Another fic that has not left my soul since i read it. Some of it is truly terrifying in a way that I hope never haunts my own nightmares. and honestly isnt that reason enough to read it? While near death experiences bond people together well, nothing beats being trapped with someone in a nightmare that is feeding off of your deepest fears! If Aizawa wasn’t considering adoption before, he certainly is now. Found family before the monster finds you...0.o go read it, its a treat from another top notch writer!

well, thats 10! the next post will probably be misc. bnha one-shots. Enjoy and don’t forget to give the writers your souls love and comments!