#I just wish I had the energy and time to draw more of these guys fully rendered

[milkbreadtoast]

Jung Yeseo🥺🫶🤎

[seagull-scribbles]

ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ,

ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ

[rogueddie]

Steve nearly winces when he steps into the room, following behind Dustin and Mike. He's already wishing he'd tried to shut Lucas up as soon as he'd tried to say that "no, really, I don't mind!"

Because of course he's this unlucky. Of course his date would skip out almost last minute, of course he'd end up with no excuse to avoid helping Dustin with his stupid D&D game and of course the person who probably hates Steve most is crouched on the biggest chair like it's a throne.

Eddie Munson eyes lock on him immediately. He stares for a while, making Dustin and Mike shift awkwardly beside him.

"Absolutely not. No way." He's grinning though. His eyes narrow slightly at Steve, like he's daring him to do something.

"You asked for a sub, we delivered."

Steve simply raises an eyebrow, pointedly shifting the sheets Dustin had helped him make up. It draws Eddies attention off his face, finally. When he looks back up, he's smiling a little more genuinely.

The guys standing at his sides are still glaring, looking almost cruelly excited when Eddie stands up, meandering his way over to them.

He gently plucks the sheet out Steves hand, eyebrows slowly raising as he reads.

Everyone is waiting, eyeing Eddie impatiently. Dustin and Mike are tense, as though waiting for Eddie to blow up. The others seem to expect the same, though Steve imagines they're more excited for it.

"Why did you come?" Eddie eventually asks, still holding onto the character sheet. "What could possibly be so important about this that King Steve would miss the championship game?"

"Dustin said this one was important," Steve shrugs. Fights to keep his calm demeaner. "Something about it being the last one or something. He's been going on about this shit forever. Seemed cruel to leave him high and dry at the last leg."

"Well…" Eddie eyes the character sheet before handing it back. Looks Steve up and down, before finally grinning. His eyes crinkle at the edges. "Welcome to Hellfire, Lady Elora."

He sticks his hand out. Steve shakes it, trying not to grin back.

Even with how often Dustin has talked to him about the game, Steve is clueless. Dustin and Mike both save him from embarressment every time though, quick to argue different options in such a pointed way that he knows the others aren't fooled by.

But Steve doesn't mind, often finds himself rolling his eyes at their antics only to find Eddie eyeing him almost fondly.

He finds that he enjoys it though. He'd make the character Elora as a joke, mostly just throwing whatever seemed to fit at random. An Elf who's a ranger, chaotic neutral, swinging around a bat with nails.

He wonders if it sounds as stupid to everyone else as it does to him.

He's often lost on the story too. But Eddie is brilliant at telling it. Even when he doesn't understand what he means, he flinches when the others yell at a reveal. Anxiety bubbling up when things get tense, slowly getting more and more invested in the game. Even he can tell that they're nearing the end, the final fight.

"You're scared, you're tired, you are injured," Eddie says. "Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?"

Steve already knows the answer before Dustin speaks up; "I say we fight. To the death!"

"To the death," Mike echoes, nodding.

"To the death." Steve sniffs, doesn't bother fighting the grin.

Eddie grins back at him, the others chanting the sentiment. Steve feels warm with his attention locked on him.

Steve has the first roll. He still doesn't understand the numbers, but the others cheer so he assumes it must be good. But then it goes downhill, so many bad rolls.

Everyone is too hyped up for Steve to keep up so he focuses on Eddie. He's jeering, jumping up out of his seat, encouraging the chaos and seeming to control the energy of the room. When he laughs, he sounds more like a movie villain.

And then, one of them calls time out.

They huddle into a circle, just like they did in basketball. Steve is surprised by how easily two of the older boys pull him in.

"Guys, I hate to say this but we have got to flee."

"I concur."

"Didn't we just agree 'to the death'?" Steve frowns. He's not ready to give up yet. He can feel how close they are.

"That wasn't literal!"

A hand tightens on his shoulder. "Vecna just decimated us. We can't kill him with two players."

"You too?" Dustin sounds just as annoyed as Steve feels. "Vecna only has 15 more hit points left, don't be pussies!"

"Pussies? Really? Cause we're not delusional?"

"No, no, Dustins right," Steve butts in. Barely holds back a warning to Dustin about his language; it's not the time for babysitting. "We're too close now, we can't give up!"

"HEY!" Eddie calls, easily drawing all their attention back to him. "If I may interject, gentleman… whilst I respect the passion, you'd be wise to take Garreth the Greats concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don't try to be heroes. Not today."

Something about his smirk and stupid head tilt just makes Steve more determined. If he has to continue fighting this stupid game alone, god dammit, he will.

Steve only half pays attention to Mike talking strategy. He's already made up his mind.

"What do you say, Elora?" Dustin turns to him, looking uncertain.

"We can kill him." Steve sounds more sure than he probably has any right to be. But he is. He can feel it in his bones. They can win.

"Fuck yeah we can," he grins at Steve. The others look more uncertain. Dustin turns back to Eddie, shoulders back, chin up and looking almost proud. "Let's kill this son of a bitch!"

Dustin gets first roll and it's bad.

It's all down to Steve.

He can feel how tense everyone is. Dustin and Gareth start yelling when he takes to long. But he can't roll yet, follows his gut; he has to get this right, has to roll at the right time.

It's just like swinging a bat in baseball, he tells himself. Just gotta time it right…

He rolls.

The dice seems to move in slow motion. Steve can almost hear each time it bounces off the board. The tension is so thick that it almost chokes him, for a moment he's sure that he can't breath.

20.

There's a moment where no one reacts. Then Dustin yells, grabbing Steves arm and shaking him in his excitement. Mike, a more similar height, throws his arms around his shoulders. It's a little painful to have him shouting directly in his ear but, he too, is too excited to care.

The others have started yelling too, Eddie dramatically overacting his shock too. Steve can't help but laugh.

It takes a while for everyone to calm down. An even longer moment to stop talking enough so they can start packing their things up. Steve only brought his jacket and character sheet, so he stays stood at the end of the table to wait for the kids.

Eddie keeps glancing up at him as he packs most of the pieces away.

"Harrington," Grant grins at him. "Never thought I'd be saying this but... thanks for coming."

"Oh, uh, yeah, no problem," Steve tries to smile.

"Dude, you missed the championship game to save our asses in DnD," Gareth grins, throwing his arm over his shoulder. "Who woulda thought, though. Steve Harrington, huh?"

The other two laugh. Steve finally feels a little lighter, on safer ground.

"How the mighty have fallen, huh?" Steve tries. And they laugh, Jeff slapping him on the back.

At the doorway, he lingers for a moment, whilst everyone else starts heading down the hall.

"Thanks for letting me play," Steve says, turning to Eddie. "I know I'm not... uh..."

"Don't strain yourself," Eddie waves him off. "It's fine. The kids have raved about you enough for me to figure out that you're a good dude."

"Oh. Thanks."

"You should join their next campaign."

"I don't know. You're graduating, right?"

"Aww, you like me that much, big boy?" He puts a hand to his chest, batting his eyelashes.

But Steve remembers the rumors that went around, remembers exactly how true they were proven to be. And, well...

"What would you say if I am?" He fires back.

Eddie, true to his reputation, is never one to back down from a fight; "then I'd tell you to ask me out like you mean it."

"Alright. If you're free tomorrow, 8pm, would you wanna go on a date? With me?"

"You picking me up in your fancy car?"

"If you want."

"Yeah, I'm free."

"So... that's a yes?"

"Yes, that's a yes."

Steve can't help but fistpump, but it makes Eddie giggle, so he counts it as a win.

[jaehymrk]

low tolerance, you say

trent alexander arnold x fem!reader. fluff. Being drunk with fruitful intentions.

One thing Trent realized while dating you was to literally not put alcohol and you at the same place, at the same time. But, not many people know that aspect since you and Trent do not go out often, staying home in each other's presence.

Many people not knowing your low alcohol tolerance is absolute shit is what made Trent's job hard tonight. After picking up your call, he became more alert noticing it was not your angelic voice; rather greeted with a huskier male tone but was relaxed immediately as the person from the other line claimed, "She had way too many drinks to handle, but if the address is right. We are outside your house. Please take her away from me."

Every fiber in Trent's bone eased up. Rushing down wearing his flip-flops, frantically opens the door to see your male friend followed by three other girlfriends move you out of the car. His eyes darted on your fragile limping drunk legs almost giving out, Trent could not help but chuckle at your friends trying to keep you well.

"My boyfriend is here." You screamed loud, your eyes squeezed your eyes to scan your boyfriend coming out from his front yard to pick you away from the world for the night. Trent walked toward you, but you ran behind your friend's car.

You sat down on the road, hiding your face on your lap. Trent glanced at your friends in question since some of your drunk actions are still concerning and confusing. He is not surprised, just picking up pieces real quick.

With no words exchanged, Trent walked behind your friend's car where you were crotched down hiding your face. He bent down on his knees to meet your eye level. "What's wrong, baby?" He whispered in the shell of your ears, his fingers slowly cupping your face to glance up at him.

"You are not angry at me?" You tilted your head, clenching his hand which was settled on your face. Trent stared at your eyes slowly shutting themselves before you shook yourself up. His nose wrinkled to force himself from laughing at your drunk gesture.

He shook his head, "Never, princess. Come, let's go home." Trent gently lifted you from the ground. With his single action, you enveloped your body securing your arm around his neck. Trent silently thanked your friends for dropping you off. You shifted your head safely on the arc of his neck, eyeing your friends. "I love you guys, thank you for tonight." You waved your hand.

Trent laid you down on the sofa. For you, the whole world was spinning. It was even worse than the roller coasters you enjoyed back in some of those expensive amusement park. This cycle was endless, even if your body knows you are home, your eyes and mind are not helping at all.

"Trent, are we sure we are back home?" You asked with your eyebrows furrowed. Your hand waved around but was beaten around by the air, not being able to hold Trent. With no answers returned, you took matters on your own hand.

Standing on your own feet to only fall back on the sofa. Your legs had given out all the energy. In the spinning world, you had resulted that Trent was just a hallucination. With that, you wailed loudly, eyes shut as tears sprinkled down your cheek.

You covered your eyes with your forearm, thinking you are alone in this whole world and the person you love, is not even real. It was just a fragment of your imagination. In between your thoughts and your sobs, you paused. Wait, you thought, Was I not drunk? You removed your forearm away from your eyes, soaking in the cozy and humbling living room in front of you.

Before you could process everything, the face of the man, you swore you dreamt of popped in front of you. "You are real?" You whispered, your fingertips reaching out to draw out his face.

Sun-kissed skin, doe-eyes, and the perfect plumped lips you wish you could ju-

"Please stop eye-fucking me."

He also speaks. "Yes, I speak." He spoke, shaking his head, pulling you forward to sit on the sofa. Trent sat in front of you carrying your makeup remover, a few clothes to change, and a blanket.

"So you are my boyfriend?" You hesitated to ask, not sure how you bagged a hot scrumptious-looking boyfriend. Trent leaned on his knee, using his elbow as leverage to stare at your drunk swollen eyes and pink lips that has been abused too many times by you with the continous biting.

Trent nodded, "We have done way too many times, princess. For now, please do as I say." You raised your eyebrows, and a line formed between your eyebrows in question. You gave him a lopsided smile, "So how do you want me?"

"On your back."

You froze. Being drunk does not mean you did not understand the intention of his words. Trent snorted cockily, "Are you serious? Let me remove your makeup." He asked, waving his hand and gesturing you to lay down on the sofa so he could remove your makeup.

So lying down on the sofa, you did. Trent sat on the edge of the sofa near your arm as he leaned forward to press the wet wipes onto your face, forcefully closing your eyes after every aggressive wipe.

In silence, Trent removed your makeup. Giving you enough time to admire his face closer once again. Up close, he . . seemed so familiar. All the small freckles that are not spoken about, the light wrinkle settled on his forehead, and the vein that pops out on his temple. With it all, Trent was simply so beautiful.

"We should definitely have babies." You said breaking the silence. Trent paused his action with his third use of makeup remover wet wipes. He lazily smiled, grinning ear-to-ear. You glanced upward to the ceiling as the tension was peaking its roof.

Trent clicked his tongue, "I don't know. Don't you think we should get married first?" He proposed, his eyes twinkling with the hint of mischievousness but your mind was too hazy to process through what he was saying.

"Then why are we not married yet?" You curiously asked, your arm finding its way to his neck pulling him closer to your face. "Or we can just do everything the opposite. I heard there are many people who do that." You justified your reason on wanting kids, slurping on your own words.

Trent giggled hiding his face on the nape of your neck at your utter misery and cuteness. He had the urge to pull his phone and record the amount of random crap was coming out; it is the same routine when you are drunk.

"I am serious though." You softly laid down your guards. With mind intoxicated and eyes about to give out to the lights. But this, you know, Trent was the man you want your kids grow up calling father; it is not a dream so hard to not want considering how dearly Trent is to you.

He removed his face away from your neck, coming face-to-face. "Baby, you are drunk and we have spoke about wanting kids and getting married like hundreds of times when you are drunk." He confessed trying to retrieve back to his original position to finish off your leftover makeup.

You pulled him forward caging him in your arm. "Then ask me tomorrow morning when I am completely sober if I still want to have your kids, Trent. I will say yes." You dared, eyes not fazing away from Trent.

Your eyes glanced down at his lips, "And I swear if you stop me from doing this, I will say no." You threatened before pressing your lips against his. You moaned loudly in his lips pulling him closer. Trent moved to straddle his legs as his hand shifted under your shirt.

Your hand itself tangled to pull his sweater off his body. He tsked away, continously shaking his head. "Let's do this tomorrow, baby. Let's go back to bed." He insisted only for you to shake your head whining, already missing his lips on you.

"We can only stop this operation if i accidentally vomit."

"What operation?"

You shrugged your shoulder, "To have your kids."

[elizais]

black and blue

pm!reader x chuuya summary: reader comes back from a long mission exhausted, hurt/comfort, chuuya takes care of you warnings: alcohol, injuries

mori knew you would be gone for a few weeks, but chuuya knew you would be gone for too long. everyone knew about you and chuuya, staying in their line but always discussing how the executive who put people in their place was with the only ray of sunshine in the organisation. executive nakahara did care for his subordinates, but didn't show it like you did. you weren't open about how you joined but everyone had their theories because it didn't add up compared to your kind nature. only a few people knew why you were there, you didn't dwell on it. you didn't enjoy this line of work but you done it to protect the city you held so dear to your heart.

you had been at the port mafia for so long your only boss was mori, you stood with the executives. fortunately, this meant less missions away and taking care of your people in your section. unfortunately.. this meant the most important assignments went to your level. it just so happened to be that your specialised skills were the only ones to fit this task. it was dropped on you at an executives meeting. mori sat in his chair at the end of the table. looking up and down his sheet of paper, every last executive bored to death.

you looked at chuuya across from you, finishing your doodle with a smile. elise was sat next to you and the other side of you was kouyou. you lifted up the notepad so that chuuya saw the blank side of it and you nudged elise. she began to laugh at your very unflattering drawing of a carrot wearing a hat. knowing exactly who it was directed to. in the middle of entertaining elise, mori spoke again after inspecting details on the document that could upset a room in seconds.

he cleared his throat as he said, "there is an incredibly strong organisation emerging in another city. it will have to be taken down by one of you guys." he paused as he inspected the faces of the people who carried this city on their shoulders with him.

despite your playful nature, mori knew better than most how serious you could be for the sake of your home. "it will be y/n." he watched elise's face drop almost as fast as the colour drained from chuuya's face. no matter the amount of protesting from other executives, elise, even the lowest members (most likely only caring because chuuya is less likely to be angry when you are around). mori had told you that in two days time, you would leave for at least a week.

and that is what lead you to now. chuuya had been noticeably off his game for the past 12 days, everyone knew the reason. no contact was allowed at all. but, as he settled in to being back at the large penthouse after another long day, the home your paychecks covered more than comfortably, that felt a little larger now. the man got up to pour himself a glass of wine, allowing the screen on the wall to load up. as he sat back down and flicked through the mindless tv shows on, a groan came from behind the elevator after the familiar noise of an incorrect code, and then the ding of the correct one. his body immediately knew who it was, his face lit up and he forgot about everything bad in the world.

until, the person who he wished he could always be around was looking at him through bloodshot eyes surrounded by ominous dark circles. his idea of happiness and all things lovely was leaning on the wall for support with an unusual unkempt look.

his love looked like she fought a bear in the elevator, she saw him for the first time and allowed her tired face to use the last of her energy to smile. he immediately ran over to you. you had sunk against the wall with your legs in front of you. chuuya thought he was under a horrible ability until you spoke to him "i missed you, chu.." you spoke croaky, weak and coarse. your broken voice pierced his heart with the shards it left in the air.

your scalp had dried blood clinging to it, every other inch of your body scraped and scratched. he was thankful there weren't any deeper wounds, other than the one that appeared inside of him. "c'mere doll," he spoke to you, barely above a whisper. despite what many think, he is still exceptionally strong without his ability. seamlessly, he picked you up from under your shoulders, pressing your chest to his and allowing your head to look over his shoulder. "let's get you a bath." he finished as he carried your body through the corridors of your home.

he was thankful that your 'expensive taste in bathrooms' (as he always teased) lead to large, marble counters attached to the wall, so he could let you sit on them and lean against the wall as he ran the water into the corner bathtub you also insisted on getting. "do you want to talk about it?" he asked you with his sympathetic tone. "mori was not joking when he said they were strong.." you tried to laugh out but it came out emotionless as you looked at chuuya grabbing the bandages in the cupboard. "you don't need to try and keep everyone in a good mood at the cost of your own, y/n" he responded with his back turned to you.

"aren't those the ones dazai has for when he comes over for a movie night?" you dodged his previous statement with your question. chuuya scowled at the mention of his name even though you know he trusts him.

"yes, they are. damn mackerel always inviting himself over." he spoke as he grabbed a washcloth to gently clean your face whilst taking off your clothing. you knew he wasn't doing it in a sexual manner and was genuinely worried. "did you take down their boss?" he spoke after a comfortable silence. "barely." you sighed.

after he cleaned the dried dirt off with the washcloth, he lifted you into the bath and soon he followed suit, grabbing a gentle shampoo, the matching conditioner for your hair, and a hairbrush. he was not sure if you even saw the state your hair that you love dearly was in.

as he sat down by you in the tub, he turned your head so he could brush your hair, gently wetting it so that it would be easier to get through. you leaned back, almost falling asleep. he didn't mention the jagged cuts in your hair or the thinner patches. he could tell you were in a close combat fight and his heart broke. chuuya assumed you hadn't seen your hair yet, he didn't ask as you had finally steadied yourself since arriving home.

he didn't notice you falling asleep until your head fell to his chest, using his gravity manipulation to keep you sat upright without noticing as he finished taking care of your hair.

eventually, he dried your body and hair whilst moving you with his ability so you could stay asleep. waking up the next morning in your bed like you should.

[iloveundertaesooomuch]

Some advice from AU Calebs!

Heck yeah I did it! Finally i finished ONE of the HUNDREDS AU crossover ideas I have in my head!! Crossovers are fun guys!! (I apologise for a bad english in advance. Writing this it a rush.)

"It's ok to ask for help." (A Reverse Of Feathers And Mud by @jess-the-vampire)

I couldn't make a crossover meme without the legend. Sorry, not sorry. He is such a sad lad but tries to stay positive and be happy for his family uydfykudsutsudskudsluds (*dies*). I have to admitt, Caleb's dad energy is too strong for me to handle without wanting a hug him. No wonder! He was THE grandpa for centuries straight without a break. At least Caleb gets his whole family together in the end. Comics with him and either Hunter and Philip or Luz and Eda make me run in cirles around the room aaaa.

"You are not a burden." (Brother's Keeper by @idoodlestuffsometimes)

Damn, you definetly created one of the darkest AU in the fandom. Each time I re-read AU related posts I scream my lungs out because it is so angsty and so great. I am genuinely scared of your Belos ngl, because.. this man didnt loose anything and he still proceeds to do all that stuff. Enconter with him has 0 survival rate.

POOR CALEB! At least in the world of memes he had an opportunity to flee the captivity twice (the bald head and the car). This man had no moment of mental rest for centuries oh my God. One of my friends wants to fight his brother personally to protec Caleb at all cost sksksk. Well, at least Hunter will always have an actually loving relative! And if the happy ending is going to be canon, I think the future looks great, especially knowing how much pain all your characters go through currently. (And I think both Caleb and Hunter would need the "you are not a burdain" affirmations. At least some form of support in their situation.)

You said in the latest ask-answer that BK!Caleb was supposed to have white streaks in his hair so I attempted to add them. Hope they look fine! Colors for the outfit I got from Belos, so they would match, I guess???

"Murder is okay." (Loose Strings by @oldmanpip)

My bro, brother, friend... Despite you being not to involved on the discord server, my brain is still rotting with your great awesome AUs. And I know you know that. Your Caleb is really loose in all sences of that word and I love that. Wonder if your AUs will ever be available to the public. Because oh boy oh boy they deserve to be recognised. (Loose Caleb is such a conservative grandpa who never did anything wrong, wdym?)

"Your feelings matter." (Pip In Time by @celestialscribbler)

Honestly? Man, your comic is the reason I got invested in Witteclaw couple at all. Even if the "Pip in time" is not their story, but you wrote their teen romance so sweetly. Those two melted my heart... I scream each time I re-read your comic for 100th time. Just WOAH my brain goes brrr! And Caleb as a character is also written really really well. I love him so much. He is such good brother but MAN HE NEEDS A BREAK FROM BEING AN ADULT! BOY! Insirt crying and heart emojis here.

(PS: hope you still care about your health!)

My thoughts:

I have been drawing this for more than a month I think? And the only reason for that is my university. I hope to actually get an ADHD diagnosis because something is clearly wrong with me. But thats not the point.

There are so many ideas in my head. Goofy and not. The only problem is that I have less and less ability to do what I want lately. I wish I could bring them all to life, but at the same I dont know if anyone will be interested. Would AU crossovers look too self-indulgent? Or nah? Idk. (Just Grimwalker-Isle already has so much potential for stupid ridiculous fun I am runnin on coffee juice.)

Litteraly my mind is plagued with different fun plots and possibilities I am going crazy. But I also have A TON of WIPs that I need to finish. Perhaps I will attempt to manage everything at once, but, no promises.

Wish me luck on my exams!

[roo-bastmoon]

Last time I'm gonna get into this...

Within the past 24 hours, there have been FIVE attacks on Weibo with paid hashtags against Jeon Jungkook.

JK has been accused of cheating on a blonde girlfriend, leaving a string of broken hearts, getting a girl pregnant, inappropriate behavior at what looks like a club or karaoke bar, and sexually harassing female staff. These accusations are being systematically criticized and debunked when errors are pointed out.

Clearly, there is a smear campaign coinciding with the release of 3D.

Now look, I cannot promise you that all the "evidence" is manufactured. But it's definitely being weaponized. So I'd ask you to just keep an open mind, use your critical thinking skills, and be patient, because this isn't the first time rumors like this have exploded and it won't be the last. Sometimes it takes a while for the truth to come to light.

You'll never catch me in these streets acting like a cult member. I'm not going to sit here and draw up schematics and comparison photos in some desperate attempt to convince the timeline of anything. Nor am I going to say someone rented a similar apartment, staged it with mood lamps and a doberman, and then had an actor wear a mask to set up JK (more likely, it's a random couple that got filmed without their knowledge). I won't delve into conspiracy theories about companies or competitors or comebacks or cosplayers or any of that.

If later it turns out that Jungkook has a partner other than Jimin, I really hope all the members of this community join me in quietly accepting that and calmly wishing him and Jimin well. The vast majority of people here do not ship them because they are pretty dolls to play with, but celebrate them because they are wonderful human beings with a unique, decade-long relationship that makes us light up inside.

Their bond and their characters speak for themselves. And until they tell us otherwise (or, sadly, until REALLY CONCRETE evidence is leaked--which will be hard to prove in a post-fact world full of AI and deep fakes), we can theorize all day long about their behavior and what it means for their personal lives, but only the Tannies ever truly know what the Tannies are going through.

And as frustrated as we are with not knowing, they have a right to keep it that way.

So please get out of my ask box and instead refocus your energy (she said lovingly). The ajumas are most definitely planning a last minute crazy-cakes push on idolplus and the gap in votes is nowhere near safe for Jimin. It's all hands on deck!! We have less than two days to get the only remaining BTS member his end-of-year award before he serves his country, so please make accounts and VOTE.

Also please stream and buy the new releases to the best of your ability, of course.

And finally, if you have the energy, take a moment to lift someone else up today. Even if it's just a kind word in their inbox. Be a good human and do something gentle and nurturing for yourself while you're at it.

Chins up, my puppykitties. We gotta pull ourselves together.

We are ARMY, and we have battles to win.

Plus, tomorrow begins Jimtober. You guys remember Jimin? Here, let JK help you out with that.

Okay, byyyyyyeeee.

P.S. I love you guys.

[bts-trans]

231231 Weverse Translations

Jin's Post ❇️

야 태형아 생일 축하한다 내가 제일 늦었지? 기억에 남을거다 못보겠지만 고생하고~ (https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-145155851)

Hey Taehyung happy birthday. I was the last to wish you, wasn't I? It'll be more memorable this way. You probably won't see this but keep up the good work~

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어떤게 금지된 단어일까요? ㅎㅎ.. 😅🤣 여튼 쪽😘 아미 !!💜 잘 지내시죠??💜🫡 2023년도 이제 얼마 남지 않았습니다. 그래도 여러모로 특별하고 감사한 해였던 거 같아 간단하게 인사를 드리려고 찾아왔습니다. 올해는 명확하게 군대에 초점을 맞춰 다양하게 활동하고 움직였던 거 같아요. 그동안 보여드리지 못했던 부분들을 보여드리고 싶어, 홀로 시상식도 가고~ 파리에 큰 쇼들도 참석해 보고~ 군입대 전 여러분들에게 큰 선물을 보답해 주고 싶어 제가 존경하는 분과 협업 음원도 만들어보고~ 군 복무 중 여러분들에게 조금이나마 저의 온기를 느끼게 해 드릴 콘텐츠들도 준비 해보고~ 이렇게 바쁘고 치열하게 생활하다가 군 입대를 했습니다. 😂😂 그렇게 군인 신분으로 벌써 9개월을 달려오며 벌써!!? 전역의 해를 맞이할 준비를 하고 있습니다. (물론… 끝자락 10월이지만요…😢😂🫡) 느껴지는 건, 하루빨리 여러분들에게 멋진 모습으로 다시 보여드리고 싶은 생각밖에 없고, 그만큼 여러분들이 너무 보고싶고! 우리 멤버들도 보고 싶으면서, 또 걱정도 되고, 한편으로는 동질감을 느끼며.. 힘이 되기도 합니다…! 먼저 겪어봐서 말할 수 있겠지만..! 분명 다들 같은 마음이 들 거기에!!… ㅎㅎ 취침 전, 정말 많은 생각을 하고 다양한 꿈을 접합니다. 너무나도 당연하고 사소했던 것들이 이상이 되어 잠시나마 피로를 풀어주고 경직된 숨을 놓게 해 줍니다. 해가 넘어가는 오늘 저의 잠자리도 그렇겠죠? ㅎㅎ 성실하게 국방의 의무를 끝마치는 그날이, 24년의 시작을 더욱 힘차게 해 주네요!!! 무튼 23년도 단연코 여러분들 덕에 버티고, 움직였습니다. (새삼스럽지만 그래도 표현을 해보고 싶어…😅🤣) 24년 새해 복 많이 받으시고 !!!!… 저희 현실이자 이상인 우리 아미, 우리 멤버 아프지 말고 행복합시다 !!!! 🥰😍🤩 사랑합니다!!!🥰😍 💜늦었지만 우리 태형이 생일 축하해애앵💜 🤫

Which word was banned? hehe.. 😅🤣 Anyways 😘

ARMY!!💜 Have you been well?? 💜 There isn't much time left before 2023 ends. Still, in a lot of ways it was a really special year and one that I'm thankful for. I dropped by to say a few words.

I made enlistment my focal point, around which I centered a lot of work and other stuff Since I wanted to show you things I had never been able to before this, I went to award shows by myself~ I attended big shows in Paris too~ I wanted to give you guys a really big gift before I enlisted and worked on a collab with a person I really admire a lot too~ I also prepared a lot of content so you could feel my warmth even just a little bit while we served~

I continued to live like that, extremely busy and working really hard and then, I enlisted. 😂😂

And just like that, I have already spent 9 months living as a soldier and am now already!!? preparing to welcome the year of my discharge from the military (Even though… I'll only be done towards the end, in October… 😢😂🫡)

What I feel right now is that I want to be able to be in front of you, showing you lots of cool things again, as soon as possible - that's all I can think about, that's how much I miss you guys! I miss the members as well, I worry about them too, but I also feel a sense of kinship… and draw strength from them too…! I can say this since I experienced it first but…! they're probably feeling the same as me where they are!!… hehe

Before going to bed, I think about a lot of stuff and come across a variety of dreams. Things that seemed so trivial and that I took for granted become the ideal, they help me soothe my fatigue and breathe a little easier for a little while. It'll probably be the same today, in the place I'll be spending my last night of the year? hehe I will soon have honestly and sincerely fulfilled my duty towards my nation, and that makes me start 2024 with even more energy and hope!!!

Anyways, I was definitely able stay strong and get through 2023 because of you guys. (It might seem out of the blue but I still wanted to express this feeling… 😅🤣)

Happy new year for 2024 !!!!.. ARMY, our reality and our ideal, our members, please be healthy and happy !!!! 🥰😍🤩 I love you!!!🥰😍

💜I'm late but happy birthday to our Taehyungie*💜

(T/N: *Said cutely.)

Trans cr; Eisha, Rinne, Aditi & Faith © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[bibibbon]

MHA chapter 420 rant

New chapter new rant it's become somewhat of a thing at this point 😭

So hori's out here deflating any stakes or tension as always. I personally hated what happend last chapter with Izuku losing both his arms but I did wish for hori to continue on the path he chose instead of completely reversing it with some bs in this chapter. Heck I don't understand how Eri even had enough energy to heal his arms considering it was stated chapters before that she couldn't and shouldn't help Izuku it wasn't her fight and neither should she be forced to watch what's going on but here we are.

Heroes are hypocrites when it comes to Eri and she deserves better. Oh Eri the ever so lasting plot device. As someone that likes Eri's character and wished for her trauma and what she went through to be explored this is just bs and shows that the heroes are incompetent hypocrites at their jobs for allowing Eri to mutilate herself (the same thing overhaul did to himself) so she can be useful to these people who she views as her saviours?!?!?! Let's not even tall about the fact that ECTOPLASM stated that he helped her with that and allowed her to do that like?!?!? You're an adult who is supposed to be supervising the child and you almost failed to stop her from running away into the battlefield but allowed her to do that to herself. Let's also talk about how aizawa horribly failed as a guardian like its clearly stated in the chapter that she did want she did because she was inspired by aizawa and how he cut his leg off so she mimicked him so she can be helpful?!?! Aizawa isn't angry, worried or disappointed but shocked and that's it nothing else he doesn't even reprimand her like seriously 😑.

Present mic and kurogiri deserves better. We still don't know where present mic is but he deserves better than this I still hate how his feelings aren't acknowledged in this bs and he is just there pushed to the side as support. Kurogiri is a mix at this point they seem to realise that oh oboro is dead he ain't coming back but kurogiri is acting on memories that haven't died and to be honest Iam sick of hori drawing the same memory panel over and over we should just get new content show us them play fighting or doing something that friends do idk 🤷‍♀️

Wasted potential aizawa at this point. I lasted made a post about aizawas wasted potential but dam does it really show and basically at this point hori reduced all the characters involved in the kurogiri situation to just that and it's sad like we could of had more and we should of. Aizawa was doomed from the start as he was hori's mouthpiece which sucks

Iam not a fan of everyone coming in to fight AFO. I already hate the fact that AFO is back but having everyone who hasn't had a big moment or can still fight yet come into the fight is horrible. Iam ok with having a few characters come in but having some endgame avengers type of thing is horrible especially because class 1A and izuku aren't shown to have a strong bond a lot of the time it's one of the reasons why the vigilante arc fails and why a lot of other moments concerning class 1A and izuku fail.

Iam a fan of the civilians trying to help however they can but no inko?!?!!?!!. I loved that we got the page of civilians genuinely wanting to help Izuku and offering their shirts to stop the bleeding also even though we don't get much from the all might guy I genuinely loved the development he has gone through. Sadly, I was expecting to see inko in this chapter and considering we had a whole page dedicated to the civilians it's sad that we didn't get any update on inko as she was probably there watching what happend to her son

Eri's dream. I loved that Eri's dream is something way outside of heroics and it's something that doesn't involve her quirk at all. It makes me remember of izuku holding her hand and telling her that he supports her dream. I wonder if Eri and jirou hang out often or anything considering that jirou is Eri's inspiration or if present mic also inspired Eri. it's sad that Eri's character is never truly explored considering what happend to her this chapter and the double standards that are with both heroes and villains.

ALSO MONOMA YOU DESERVE BETTER YALL TELLING ME THAT DENKI ALREADY QUIRK EXHAUSTED IS OUT HERE FIGHTING BUT MONOMA CANT FOR SOME REASON IS VILE

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Hiiii! Good morning/afternoon/evening/night! I want to request Chungsung, Ryoga, Yuta, and Chisei, who has a fem S/O who isn't afraid to defend them from others by fighting. I hope this is okay. If you truly do not want to, that's okay! Thank you anyway! Love your writings! <3

(I think you meant Yuto but I also did Nayuta just to be sure

we don't write for Buraikan)

Chungsung Baek:

Chungsung’s expression is unreadable, and truly he didn’t mind the abuse although it wasn’t as sweet coming from someone he didn’t see as his ‘master’… But to have you step in to bear the brunt of it was quite interesting to him. He teasingly asked if you were perhaps a masochist, stating he had never seen you lose your cool but it was an attractive side to you. He asked if he could be on the other side of the vitriol, just to see what it looks like when you’re facing off with an opponent, requesting you not to hold back as he could surely take anything you threw his way.

Nayuta Yatonokami:

Nayuta knew when to not let things bother him, but it seemed like you took offense on his behalf regardless. He wished you hadn’t picked the fight as it was just drawing more attention and energy that you didn’t need to expend, but he supposed the show of affection for him was appreciated. He hoped you didn’t think he needed you to defend him, his ignoring the heckling was on purpose, and he’d inform you as such as you’re stepping away from the crowd that formed. He was surprised when you said it was just natural, like your body had reacted before your brain could, and he had to think about how deeply ingrained in your heart he was for you to have such a reaction.

Ryoga Tosa:

Ryoga is taken aback. He can’t remember the last time someone stood in the line of fire for him directly, normally the one to ‘defend’ or at least be a shield for others. He knew his temper had to be kept in check thus he couldn’t indulge those who started fights with him, but it almost made it worse to watch you take the brunt of it because he couldn’t. It does make it easier to walk away from the fight as he would truly lose his cool if you got hurt, not sure how to thank you for standing up for him or how to let you know how meaningful it was that you wished to protect him.

Yuto Inukai:

Yuto’s eyes are wide as you stepped in to scold the others, finger wagging like a disappointed school teacher. He’s not used to even Kenta keeping his lips zipped, though he was still scowling and cursing under his breath; seeing the others with their tails between their legs was a first. He wondered if the same thing happened when the other guy popped out, then becoming silently grateful for the fact that he wouldn’t because of your interference. There’s a little sigh of relief when the others go back to what they had been doing before the fighting broke out, Yuto giving you a little relieved smile of thanks.

[erinelliotc]

I was thinking about "A Fistful of Ed" because I always see people talking about how gay they're being in this scene. I personally never thought much about it because Eddy's using Double D's reputation as a bully to earn respect from the other kids and boss everyone around and that naturally makes him very excited and makes him cling to Double D (more than usual), which in the end doesn't change how gay the scene is because there was no need for him to be so nice to Double D and worry so much about making him comfortable in order to use him (like when he makes Double D his wife/romantic partner in his scams/plans. There's no need for this, it doesn't change anything in the plan, he just adds this part because he wants to). Double D is already his long time friend, he didn't need to act differently in any way to use him to his advantage, he just had to be around him as usual.

And before even thinking about ruling the place, Eddy's first reaction was to be impressed and extremely excited and admired by Double D, finding him very cool, and I'd say he even seems attracted to that side of Double D. With this vision in mind, the way he starts to act towards Double D from then on seems like someone "marking territory", wanting to show that that cool and strong guy already has an owner. Eddy's feeling like the luckiest guy in the world to be close to such a cool guy like him. The scene now has a "Look at my cool boyfriend who's going to kick your ass! You wish you had him, but he's mine!" energy. He also wants to be nice to Double D to please and seduce him.

From this, I conclude that part of his excitement is because he's actually genuinely proud and happy for Double D that he has finally become more confident and learned to be able to defend himself, something we know he really wanted to happen and tried to help Double D with in "Tag Yer Ed" (one of my favorite episodes because it shows how much Eddy cares about Double D, as he spends the entire episode, spontaneously, just dedicating himself to helping Double D be stronger and more confident because he can't stand seeing him being mistreated by others), and besides, I think he might find it hot to see Double D show an aggressive, strong, confident and determined side for a change, and that also makes him admire him more and think he's cool because it reminds him of his brother, the person he admires most in the world.

In fact, I came to this interpretation because I was reflecting more and this scene from "A Fistful of Ed" reminded me of a post someone made about a scene from "Tinker Ed" (a post that Danny Antonucci shared on Facebook by the way!!!) and made me draw a parallel between the two scenes.

The post talks about how Double D's smitten with Eddy in this scene. He doesn't seem like someone who's just happy for his friend, his expressions indicate that he seems to be melting with love for Eddy's unexpected kindness. He's completely touched by just seeing Eddy being kind, as if this were his weakness, something that makes him more attracted to Eddy.

But the impression I have is that Eddy's acting like this on purpose, trying to seduce Double D (maybe not from the beginning, but the moment he realizes that Double D is completely melting in love with him, he immediately takes advantage of the moment) because he was so inexplicably sweet in this scene, he never acts like that, but he knows how much Double D appreciates kindness. There's no heterosexual explanation (so much so that this episode's storyboard was made by Raven Molisee, so it was certainly intentionally gay). It seems to me that he just wanted to share a sweet romantic moment with Double D and wanted to melt his heart by showing him how kind he can be sometimes. Like, Double D says he's very proud of Eddy in the most passionate tone of voice possible, and Eddy immediately reacts by reciprocating and wrapping him in his arm, and the detail of his hand on Double D's waist always gets me. And Eddy even keeps showing off to Double D, bragging about his kindness, saying he's "all heart". And on top of that, Eddy saying "Right, Ed?", asking him to confirm what he's saying, why does he suddenly involve Ed in the situation? It seems a lot like that kind of situation where a guy asks his friend to help him win over his crush by confirming the things he tells his crush with the intention of seducing him. Like, why is he trying so hard to convince Double D that he's a sweetheart? I don't know any other way to interpret this other than him blatantly flirting with Double D. They exchange lots of touches and looks and end the scene walking away hugging each other exactly like a couple, and they do it so naturally.

Anyway, the parallel I wanted to draw when comparing both scenes was that in both they surprise each other with unexpected behaviors that please them. Eddy was attracted to Double D's supposed aggressiveness and determination, and Double D was attracted to Eddy's supposed kindness and sweetness. They're also both proud of each other in both scenes.

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

You are safe with me | Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader

requested by: @billsjum6ie

(bill in the story is in his 2008 era)

warnings: bullying, su!cide incitement

14 september. a date that you wished never came. school had started again and for you it was tragic.

you didn’t really like anyone there, not even your teachers. everyone was fake, talked behind each others backs and the teachers couldn’t even do their job right.

it was pointless for you. it was a waste of time and energy. you always thought that what didn’t feed your mind was pointless and everything in this school was.

you sighed as you continued to dress infront of the mirror, putting on a grey hoodie and black baggy jeans. you paired it with black converse and a grey beanie, even if it was still september it was already cold outside.

your backpack was already done, so you put it on your shoulder and after saying bye to your mom, you left. the bus arrived on point as usual and took you to your worst nightmare.

as you stood infront of the building, you kept analysing the crowd of students, some older, some younger. many were in groups, just talking, others were smoking, no one really seemed to see you.

you were kind of a loner, your only friend went to another school so you were all by yourself.

the day was also about to start with the subject you hated the most: math.

when the bell rang, everyone ran inside, besides you, you took your own sweet time to walk into that hell hole.

you were the last one of the students to walk into it, the teacher had to come. you sat down quietly at the end of the class, taking out a piece of paper and a pen starting to draw.

soon the lesson began and no one was really paying attention. you thought your teacher was crazy to make you study on the first day of school.

getting bored, you huffed, raising your hand.

“yes?” the teachers acknowledge you, placing her hand on her hips.

“could i go to the bathroom, please?” you asked putting on your sweetest face. she sighed and nodded, “be quick!”

you got up, rolling your eyes without the woman seeing you, before walking out of the classroom.

you looked at the floor, your hands in your pockets and your head in your thoughts, that soon were interrupted by someone screaming.

“give us your fucking money!” a guy with a booming voice yelled, before you heard something hit a locker.

“i don’t have any!” another voice yelled, you could tell they were crying by the way it sounded and trembled.

“you don’t have any? you’re fucking rich!” this time it wasn’t the first voice talking, but another one.

you walked some more and hid behind a wall, only your head showing a bit, so you could see what was going on.

“leave me the fuck alone!” a thin, tall guy yelled. his hair was black and long to his shoulders. he was trying hard to push the other guys away but to not use since they were stronger than him.

when you focused your eyes on him, you realised it was your crush. bill. bill kaulitz.

you guys went out a couple of times but never decided what you were.

gaining some courage, you stepped out of your hiding place, ready to protect him. “hey! get away from him! i’ll call the principal!”

they acted like they didn’t hear you, so you stepped closer to them.

“you’re such a girl! you even wear make up! what man does that?” they laughed at him, taking his sunglasses off his face, revealing a dark make up.

“i’m talking to you! go away!” you tried to take the sunglasses out of their hands but they pushed you on the ground.

at the sight of you falling down they laughed even more before throwing the sunglasses on the ground and stepping on them.

“why don’t you kill yourself? no one likes you anyway. your parents divorced cause they couldn’t stand your weird ass.”

at this point you couldn’t handle the sight anymore. the guy slowly broke down on the floor.

“hey! i said leave him alone!” you yelled louder, pushing the one who said those horrible things against the wall. you were certainly scared but also fed up with their bullshit.

“who are you? his little boyfriend?” he finally acknowledged you, pushing you back.

you did the same thing again, before punching him in his dirty, ugly face. his little friend didn’t do anything, he just stood there watching.

bill took this chance to run away to the bathroom and before they could’ve done something to you, the bell rang.

“this isn’t over.” he said holding his black eye before they ran away.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart beating fast, not knowing you had that in you.

without thinking about it twice, you ran to the bathroom, wanting to check up on the boy.

you found him gripping the edge of the sink, his head down as he let out heavy breaths. he looked like he was having a panic attack.

you walked closer to him, stretching your arm to touch his shoulder but he abruptly stepped back, his eyes wide and full of tears.

“no! don’t touch me!” he screamed while trembling, before sliding down the wall and sitting down with his head between his hands.

you crouched down infront of him, gulping down the knot in your throat and fighting back tears. you hated seeing people like this. especially this poor, sweet boy.

“i’m not gonna hurt you.” you almost whispered as you slowly took his hand, your heart fluttering because he let you grab it, “listen, you’re safe here with me, they’re not gonna hurt you again. trust me, i will protect you.”

bill relaxed against your touch and listening to your words, “i-i…i don’t know how to thank you.” he almost whispered, tears still streaming down his face.

you wiped them away with your thumbs, a soft smile on your face, “it’s okay, you don’t have to.”

he smiled, bringing you into a hug. you closed your eyes while you took in his scent, stroking his back. “i’m here now.”

when you broke away, he let out an embarrassed laugh, before sighing.

“why don’t we get out of here? maybe we can go to my house if you’re comfortable with it, eat something, watch a movie…” you wanted him to have a good day after this horrible morning.

he nodded frantically, “yes please.” he almost pleaded getting up from the floor. you got up after him and you were shocked when he took your hand, leading you out of the school.

arrived at your house, you were both just having fun. you were sitting down on your bed, eating some pancakes that you had cooked just for him as an horror movie played in the back. you discovered he liked them a lot.

“guess what number i’m thinking!” you said taking a bite out of your pancake.

“mmmh, six?” bill laughed before drinking some water.

“close! seven.” you smiled turning your gaze to the tv.

suddenly, you felt him leaning against your shoulder with his head, a small smile plastered on his lips.

“thank you for everything.” he softly said, closing his eyes. you looked at him biting your lower lip.

you had to say it. it was now or never.

“i-i…” you stuttered, your heart stopping when you saw him staring at you, “i-i…love you.”

bill’s eyes widened, he sat up straight, before grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you all of a sudden.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes and savouring his taste.

when you guys broke away, you both were out of breath. “i love you too.” he smiled placing his forehead against yours, giving you another small kiss.

“can we sleep a bit? i’m tired. i wanna forget everything about this morning.” he said laying down on his his hip, facing you. you nodded, putting your arm around his waist. he did the same, closing his eyes.

you were out of words, you were laying down with your crush, kissed him and revealed your feelings. you dreamt about this day since you met him.

slowly, you fell asleep, dreaming of you and bill living happily together.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Heat Wave

A/N: here’s the request from earlier. Wishing the boys all the best vibes and I hope they’re all feeling better and stronger. Matty lay off the wine and drink some water please. Hoping they’re in better shape tonight.

Warning: smallllllll mentions of drugs but nothing detailed.

The ringing in Matty’s ears made the ruckus of the crowd sound like a mere distant whisper to him. His heart raced in his chest as he dragged his feet along the floor, hoping and praying to a god that he didn’t believe in, that he would make it all the way into the dressing room before collapsing to the floor. He hoped the guys were alright and right behind him, though he had no energy to turn around and check. He just wanted to be out of sight.

He bumped into a few staff members on his way in; he could see their lips moving; he became vaguely aware of someone patting him on the back; one of their sound technicians shot him a sympathetic smile, looking nervous and saying something in a soft tone. Matty reasoned that they were surely speaking to him, he felt himself nod, attempt to speak, but he has no recollection of what he responded with. His legs trudged along, seemingly without his say so, as if controlled by a puppet-master. He’d finally made it into the dressing room, the couch in the center of the of the room looked so close yet so far away. Just a few more steps. Almost there. He lurched forward, collapsing onto it instantly.

As his body came to a rest, his mind continued to race at the speed of light. God it feels so good to be indoors and off the stage. What the fuck had he done? It was the only logical course of action. But the fans must be so disappointed. This was their first time back here in fuckin ages, and that’s how he treats the crowd? He had a responsibility to himself and the band. Adam had lost track of his rhythm. Barely played the right keys. Ross and George looked awful too. Poor Ross was being eaten alive by mosquitoes. But what about his responsibility to the fans? What about that? He could’ve powered through. Should’ve stayed five extra minutes. One more song and a quick goodbye. Did he have to draw attention to himself and his current condition? Did he have to announce it to the world? This wasn’t their tour. A lot more was riding on this. Festival sponsors and organizers, people who didn’t know him or the band, he can’t just pull shit like this! What has he done? His head was pounding, he might go insane soon. He wanted to scream out loud to quiet the internal voices in his head.

“Where is he? Guys?” Her eyes scanned the room, eyeing them one by one, from head to toe.

She knew she should’ve trusted her gut. He didn’t sound good at all tonight. And it was clear right from the start. He even changed a few notes, deviating considerably from his usual performance, just so he wouldn’t have to push his vocals higher. That should’ve been her first clue. But even an idiot could’ve seen through it when he sang the opening lines of Paris, “she said hello,” and passed up the opportunity to ad lib his usual little “hello” with a quick wave to the crowd, like he always does, and if that weren’t enough, he, again skipped, his usual suggestive tongue-in- cheek gesturing at the drug references later in the song. Then, there was, of course, the cutting off of the song.

The moment replayed in her head on a loop. He’d paused, and she could see in his eyes that he was about to go off-script in that moment, he’d rejected the crowd’s applause, “yeah, yeah yeah, that was a shit idea. I’m bored of singing about heroin.” He’d announced, waving everyone off and taking off his button-down. What on earth had occasioned that confession? She couldn’t follow his thought process or figure out what was on his mind but she told herself he was fine when he jumped up and down, encouraging the crowd to do so as well, later on, during The Sound. That seemed to be a glimmer of normal Matty peaking through the strangeness of the evening. Then again, she couldn’t deny that he was barely getting by for the majority of the performance, seemingly leaning on the microphone stand for support at times. She never should’ve let him go onstage. She should’ve hauled him out of there herself. She should’ve stepped in before it was too late.

“Where’s Matty?”

George nodded towards the closed dressing room door. “in there.”

Her lips parted, she was ready to tear into all three of them. She wanted to know why none of them had said anything to her. Why they hadn’t tried to stop him. She wanted to know what had happened to all of their individual and collective judgements, how they let it get this far, how they could claim to support and look out for one another if they couldn’t all band together in a moment like this…but as her eyes moved from George’s giant frame that would ordinarily tower benevolently over everyone, she noted that he was now slumped over, leaning against the wall, caving in like and overloaded tree branch, she watched him nervously peel the label off his water bottle. A feet away, her sight moved to Adam’s bloodshot eyes and red face, and to Ross’s sore arms wrapped over his chest, she realized they were just as overwhelmed, just as worried for Matty, and just as overworked as he is. Her anger dissipated, giving way to guilt.

She walked over to Adam, standing on her tiptoes and placing her hand on his cheek. “You alright?”

He simply nodded, staring off into the distance. She wrapped her arms around his slender frame, hugging him tightly. “You’re gonna be alright.”she whispered into his ear. “You all are.”

George walked over to them and placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder, mumbling weakly and attempting to vocalize his support. Moments later, Ross nodded, sliding down against the wall and sitting by Adam’s feet.

She was glad to see them attempt to come together, no matter the circumstances, but even as she tried to console Adam, who appeared the most shaken, her mind was on the one person who wasn’t around. Matty. She needed to be with him. She needed to see him and to know for herself how he was doing. She untangled herself from George and Adam, skipping past Ross as she made her way to the dressing room door. Ross mumbled a feeble “good luck” to her as she knocked on the door twice before opening it.

“M-Matty, babe?” Her voice a squeak in the deafening silence of the dressing room. In the dull lighting of the room, she managed to make out the outlines of his body, morphing into the couch. His sweat-drenched top adhering to his chest like second skin, his collar bones glistened with sweat as he moved, his face flushed and his breathing heavy.

“Leave.” He commanded, staring up at the ceiling.

“Matty, I want-“

“I said leave!” His entire body shook, sweat dripping from his curls, as he screamed.

She stood there, in the doorway, still as a statue, silently staring him right in the face. There was no way in hell she was going anywhere.

She felt George gently tap her shoulder and whisper behind her “listen, maybe you should- give him some space? Hang back?”

“It’s okay, George. I can handle this.” She said, her gaze still fixed on her boyfriend.

Matty turned around on the couch so he was facing away from her. With his back towards her and his face buried into the corner of the couch, he mumbled. “You should listen to George and just fuck off.”

As mean spirited as he was being, she knew he needed her. Even if he want willing to admit it. Brushing his insults off, she watched him struggle to get comfortable in position.

“Or what? Hmm? What happens if I don’t fuck off?” Her voice perfectly calm as if she was asking him what he wanted for dinner. She stepped all the way into the room, shutting the door behind her. “Go on. Do your worst, Matty. There is nothing you can do or say right now that’ll push me away.” She approached the couch, one step at a time. “So, if- if you need to let it all out, go on. Be an ass. I can take it. Trust me.”

“Don’t you get it? I don’t need your help! I don’t want it! I don’t deserve it!” Matty’s tight, closed fists pounded against the couch cushions as he spoke, punctuating his words. If he were in his right mind, he’d realize that he was yelling at her, but she didn’t care. She guessed that this was the volume his internal monologue was currently at. He was angry with himself and just projecting.

She had too many questions to ask. She couldn’t understand where any of this was coming from, but she knew now wasn’t the time to get logical with him. Not knowing what to do next, she stood by the head of the couch, waiting for a sign from him. A clue of what he might need. What she could do to help.

Matty pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them and wrapping his arms around them, with his forehead resting on his knees, she heard him begin to sob.

That’s it. She was done giving him grace. She walked over to him, sitting down on the couch and pulling him into her lap. He resisted at first, attempted to push her off a few times, but eventually his exhausted body gave in, burying his face in her lap and letting his tears fall on her clothes.

Her hands found their way to comforting him softly. One in his hair, the other rubbing slow, gentler circles into his back and he wept and heaved. She wracked her brain trying to think of something to do or say, or anything at all to keep from sobbing with him. It hurt her heart to see him struggling and she wondered how she had let it get this bad. Matty was never the type of person to go from zero to a hundred in one day. He had to have been carrying this weight on his shoulders for a long time. How did she not notice? Since when did he hide things from her? She swore he seemed fine the other day. In fact, his performance the night before had included some of his strongest moments in recent history. She couldn’t understand what had changed and how it had happened so quickly. Then it hit her. Just yesterday, they were in Chile, before that, Argentina. 3 days before that, NYC, where Matty had spent 6 weeks writing, recording, performing NYC, appearing at the Brits during his time off from months of non-stop touring. During his off moments, he either went on podcast to record long-form interviews, or appeared in album and tour promo, all while, of

course, working on his solo record in between. This wasn’t an overnight thing. It’s been a long time coming.

Once his tears had stopped and his breathing evened out, Matty pulled himself off of her, wiping at his face with the backs of his hands. She stood up, walking over to the catering corner and grabbing some water out of the mini-fridge and some napkins that could be used and washcloths.

“Matty? I’m gonna need you to strip down for me.” She thought he was going to talk back, so she was ready with a lecture about how his body is overheated and needs to be cooled down instantly, but Matty just nodded. She drenched the napkins in water and handed them to him, watching as he cooled himself down.

“Talk to me. How do you feel?”

He shrugged.

“Do I need to get the first aid guys? My Spanish is very rusty, but-“

“No, no. I’m alright.” Were the first words he’d said in a long while. His voice sounded groggy, getting caught in his throat several times. Fuck was he exhausted. She could just sit by.

“I’ll be back.” She simply stated walking out of the room before Matty could ask her where she was going.

He waited around for her, but she was gone a while. He’d almost fallen asleep when he noticed that she came back with a bunch of first aid supplies and some ice.

“Lay down for me?”

“What in the-“

“Turns out, my Spanish is just good enough to talk a paramedic into letting me borrow some of his stuff. She gave him a charming smile that brought Matty the first semblance of calm that he’d felt all day.

“Okay, so, he said to check for heart rate and blood pressure. Which…I think are these buttons.” She squinted as she clicked them twice to reset the portable machine. “No talking or excessive movement.” She cautioned, happy to play nurse. “This thing looks old. Wonder how accurate it is.”

Matty’s brows furrowed, he meant to object, but she placed a finger over his lips, hushing him before he even spoke.

“Is that within normal range? Probably should’ve asked him what I should expect. Then again I’m not sure we would’ve understood each other anyway.” She shrugged, jotting down the results in her phone dutifully.

“Oh. Pretty sure he said not to drink ice-cold water. Not good for you when your body is so overheated. So…drink this instead.” She handed him a room-temperature bottle, which, to Matty, might as well have been boiling water straight from a kettle.

She wrapped the ice she’d brought into a towel, fashioning a makeshift cold compress and holding it against his face as he laid on the couch, his eyes closed.

Matty appeared to welcome the cool feel of the fabric over his skin. His breathing relaxing as time went by.

“Be honest with me” he spoke suddenly. “Have I fucked things…badly?”

She felt a surge of emotions rush through her. Finally! He was opening up! She wanted to kiss him and tell him that everything would be alright. To thank him for talking to her. To ask why he didn’t confide in her earlier. Why he said nothing for days while he battled stress. But, instead, she shrugged. “Maybe?” She had to be cautious, knowing that Matty hates when she tries to push her positivity onto him, she didn’t want to overwhelm him with affirmations. He’s like a jittery puppy. You gotta let him come to you on his own terms.

“I- just-“ he sighed loudly, her hand repositioning the diy ice pack to keep up with him.

“You know what the heat symptoms reminded me of?” His eyes opened momentarily to look at her.

“What?”

“Heroin withdrawals.”

She made absolutely sure her face didn’t let on to her surprise simply remaining stoic as she let him unload.

“The swearing, the fog, the lightheartedness.. But why did I have to go on about drugs or whatever onstage?’ That was SO dramatic.” He rolled his eyes, disgusted by his own behavior. “It’s just- the stage lights were shining directly onto me. The guitar was heavy, I just fuckin gave up playin’ and let the guys do it. Was just singin.’ Then the more difficult it got, the more I thought about how difficult it was and the less focused I was on the actual singing. Suddenly, I was like- I was in my head- like out side of my body, just watching myself phone it in. And I started to think about the words of the song, right? And how ridiculous I was being, you know, absolutely killin myself gyrating onstage and flailing my arms about….singin’ about fuckin….’romanticizing heroin’ or whatever it is. when on both sides of me, my best mates are one breath away from passin’ out, and the crowds…fuck, can you imagine? Bein’ stood out there for ages. In those crowds? Jus’ to see us?” He spoke as if every sentence that came out of his lips surprised even him. “I started to panic. Felt irresponsible to just- to go on like everything was fine. I wasn’t connected to ANY of what I was doin’ up there I might as well have been lyin’ through my teeth.” He exhaled, exhausted.

“You made the right decision.” She pointed out calmly. Which was all matty needed to hear to launch into a second round of ranting.

“Did I, though? Cuz- I didn’t have to ruin the illusion of control for the audience. Some of whom have waited for ages just to see us! For us to come to their country. If you only saw the dms I get everyday from people. All around the world. I -fuck- I couldn’t keep it together for them? What kind of-“ he’d knocked the wind out of his own lungs, losing breath mid-sentence and forcing himself to pause.

“Matty! You’ve been to three countries in just as many days trying to meet and perform for as many people as you can. I think people will understand if the exhaustion and the weather have caught up to you. All of you. You, George, Adam, Ross. And everyone whose job it is to go with you. You’re a human being. You can’t expect yourself to be running at optimum pace all day every fucking day. For the most part, people are going to be relieved that you’re okay and glad that, instead of hiding and pretending everything was fine, you addressed it, called attention to it, you were vulnerable and honest with them about how you felt and about your performance. I think that’s more important than giving the perfect show every night.”

She handed him his water bottle again. A silent request for him to take a sip.

“Not everyone thinks so. I went on Twitter and someone’d said something about how, if I was so sick of heroin songs, then why not sing one of the million other tracks that I never do live, and I just-“

“Give me your phone.” She put out her open hand.

“Y’not havin’ it.” He flinched away from her, squeezing his phone tightly.

“Give. Me. Your phone.” She snatched it out of his hand forcefully. “You’re offline for the foreseeable future. All four of you. You’re gonna focus on recharging and resting up for the next show. Are we clear?”

Matty was surprised to find himself smiling under the current circumstances. But as he looked into her eyes and saw the determination she was giving him, he felt his whole world stop. Suddenly, the fog cleared up. Looking at her gave everything scale and put his worries into perspective. He caught himself thinking that he didn’t care what happened to his career as long as he got to endure it with her by his side. That was the only thing that mattered. He inched closer to her on the couch, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Would you still love me if I had no career tomorrow?”

“Hmmm…”

“Wait, what!” He chuckled, lifting his head up to study her face. “what’s ‘hmmm…’ it’s not supposed to be something you think about! The right answer is ‘no, honey, I wouldn’t care if you were a millionaire or a plumber, I love YOU; not your job.’”

She giggled “made you finally laugh, didn’t I?”

“Well played, Darling.” He smiled resting, his head back on her shoulder. “Seriously, though, what if I’ve ruined our reputation. What if no festival wants to have us cuz we’re too unreliable and mercurial? What am I supposed to do now? Can’t take it back!”

“I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do now. You’re gonna go out there and spend some time with the boys. You all need each other. You’re gonna go out to dinner. Preferably something with fiber. And drink lots of water. Just do non-work stuff for a night, you know?”

“And what will you do?”

“If you’ll excuse me, there’s a very kind paramedic who needs his stuff back”

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Top 7 idol list?

I was saving this so I could draw it at some point but oh my god I am SWAMPED and can't see myself with time to do it so top list umm.

1- Shiver. I think this is self-explanatory. I love Asian women so much (I'm Asian before anyone starts raising any eyebrows) and her personality is so funny. She's incredibly theatrical and dramatic and has this big persona that she puts on that falls apart SO quickly when it comes to her friends but otherwise she is fierce!! A force to be reckoned with!! But also a sopping wet little guy.

2- Marina. I love women in STEM I LOVE women in STEM so much. My two immediate draws are like... Traditional-looking Asian woman and Smart Woman so. Marina is such a fascinating character and it's always a shame to see her so heavily uwu-ified, she's super smart and she has a lot going on besides just her attachment to Pearl!! But TBH her attachment to Pearl is part of what endeared her to me. Girl who has experienced The Horrors and is kind of a living supercomputer becomes sappy mush when Girlfriend Flashbang. She was also the one who lowkey got me into Splatoon simply by being the prettiest Nintendo character I'd ever seen as a kid.

3- Pearl. I hesitate to put Pearl above Frye because really they're super tight in my head but the only thing that knocks her up a peg is that her dialogue is a lot more fun for me to write in English (Frye talks really interestingly too! She genuinely speaks like an old man in the Japanese but that's just not reflected in the English). I love her so much because at so many moments where she could choose to be snarky or witty with Marina or anyone else, she always chooses kindness and she's always so supportive in her own spunky little way. She's so genuine and fun and silly and self assured and confident and she's so COOL. I hate drawing her hair though. I actually used to kinda hate Pearl as a kid because I fell for the forehead propaganda but I know better now.

4- Frye. LIKE I SAID in my head Frye and Pearl are tied. I love Frye she's such a sweetheart and she has such a fun fierceness about her. She cares deeply for her friends and she keeps her cool the best out of all of her friends in Deep Cut and she DANCES!! Her character design is one of the most interesting designs I've had the pleasure of drawing a shit ton of times and despite being team Shiver nearly every time I get really sad whenever she doesn't win Splatfests :( She deserves it (and tbh I think she deserved to be the leader of Deep Cut but don't @ me on that)

5- Marie. I wish I had more opinions on Marie but given that my earliest hands-on exposure to Splatoon was Sp2 when my friend used to let me walk around as her Octoling and play a little bit of Salmon Run (lost outpost my beloved wherefore art thou) and I've never played Sp1 or 2's campaign I can't really say anything about her other than I think she's really pretty. I think she's often characterized as the more flippant and low-energy one which is a cool thing to see in an idol (who are typically meant to be all smiles) but she's also really silly! She cracks a lot of jokes in the Sp3 campaign!! She's also just really cool and really pretty and white is one of my favorite colors

6- Big Man. LISTEN!!!! I LOVE HIM I REALLY DO BUT Frye-Pearl are soooo close together in my head and I feel only a little less strongly about him than Pearl but I really really love him. He's a blast to draw and honestly he's a lot more fun in the Japanese since Frye and Shiver have extremely thick accents and he's the only one who talks like Just Some Guy. He helps reign them in but he can rarely control them. He's such a lovable little dude.

7- Callie. Love the girl but I've never once resonated with her. I don't do well in the way of happy-go-lucky fun types but I don't hate her! I think she's got a lot of room to be interesting. My friend characterizes her with some flaws relating to like. Octarian prejudice which I think is pretty dope. And I'm not a huge pink fan... But I WILL say she is one of the most fun to draw.

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Wait now I want to see KOW!Asha’s reaction to the voiceless plushie that Disney turned her bf into

Alright so now I will play with this differently, last time I wrote how the movie Wish would play out more less if Aster was in it instead of Star, now let's see how Kingdom of Wishes would play out had Star came down instead of Aster

Asha wished upon a star, so she could be guided on how to save her people, and so, the whole sky lit up with the most comforting and warm light, enveloping the whole kingdom.

Then, Asha found what caused that light, a little ball of energy and magic, flying around the woods with a red ball of yarn.

The little star flies up to her

"AAH!" She yells in surprise, but upon taking a closer look it's clear that the cute little yellow ball is harmless "H-hello there heh heh... A-are you the star I wished on?" The star nods yes excitedly, Asha looks at the little star with her eyes full of wonder "So you're here to guide me! That's great! I need your help to free all the wishes of Rosas, can your magic do that?" She asks, the little baby star already seems distracted with a butterfly passing by, Asha finds that adorable "Heh okay, maybe not. You're just a cute little guy, aren't you? Maybe we should start small" She holds the little star in her hands, the little ball of light seems to giggle like a baby in her hands "But most importantly, I can't let the king and queen find you... I know from experience they destroy any spark of hope they encounter."

The star looks at her confused and sad by that statement

Asha shows them a drawing of the king and queen (She ripped all the pages of her sketch book that had drawings of them earlier so she had to draw them again just for this lol) "See these two? They're very mean, and they've been changing people's wishes... They even changed my wish" Asha explains like she's talking to a baby, which she is. The tiny star gets really angry at that, it looks quite adorable when he tries punching the drawing with his little stubby arms "Hihih yeah it makes me mad too" The star points to the castle, giving the idea of them going there to get her wish, Asha is firm when she explain "Absolutely not, you gotta stay FAAAAR away from them, alright?" The star looks sad, Asha can tell, so she tries cheering them up "Hey, don't worry, we'll stop them... Together. We just need time to figure it out" She points her finger to the star, to which the star touches her finger happily like a little high five.

...

Aaaaand that's all I got, I don't feel like writing how Magnifico would find the star and how Asha would react and stuff. Though I will say this, remember how Magnifico's reaction to learning Aster was just around 18 years old was to yell at Asha saying "ASHA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU WISHED UPON A BABY STAR???"... yeah, let's just say he's even more shocked in this scenario to find Asha wised upon a literal NEW BORN.

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Together

The new rayllum clip still has me screaming!!! I instantly had this idea come into my head when watching it, so I hope you guys enjoy!!

Look!” Callum pointed up to the sky, enthusiastically tracing the pattern of the stars. “You can see the big spoon!”

“The what?” Rayla gave him a quizzical look, her curiosity piquing at the term Callum had just given that constellation.

“Don’t you have names for constellations here?” Callum asked, turning his attention back to his sketch book, tracing the lines of another drawing.

“Yeah, we do.” Rayla tried not to chuckle, looking back at the sky, smiling to herself. “I guess they’re just different.”

That caught Callum’s attention, turning to look back at the elf. He’d never heard of the constellations being different to others, but maybe it was something that the elves shared. “So what do you call the big spoon?”

Rayla leaned forward, eyes trained on the set of stars that Callum had pointed out. “That’s Garlaath, The Annihilator.” She spoke without hesitation, resting her hands on her knees.

“Oh..” Callum pondered for a second, confused on what all that meant. He noticed out of the corner of his eye Rayla looking at him. “…neat.”

He smiled to himself, deciding to continue. “Uh, those five stars in a row are supposed to be the handle of the big spoon.” He explained, tracing his graphite across the paper, making the outline of a spoon.

Rayla leaned over, catching a glimpse of the drawing. She smiled to himself, enjoying the subtleness of their time together. It was something that… she really needed with him. “Those five stars are Garlaath’s bandolier of skulls.”

Despite still being confused, Callum went along with Rayla. “Uh huh, I see it. Unusual garment choice for Garlaath, not very subtle.”

Rayla’s lips formed into a small smile, leaning back against the rock. “Annihilators don’t need to be subtle.” She explained, noticing Callum shift his focus to another set of stars.

“What do you call that star?” He pointed to an extremely bright orb illuminating, radiating with energy. “The brightest star in the sky. We call it the South Star, humans use it to navigate you know, to… to find their way in the endless darkness of the night.”

As Callum explained the origins of the star, Rayla leaned forward to get a better look. Hearing Callum talk about how humans used the stars for navigation and understanding was interesting to her, but the more she listened, the more her attention diverted away from his words, to him…

To her big, dumb human that was smiling, enjoying himself, being enthusiastic about the conversation. A feeling of relief, mixed in with satisfaction washed over her, her eyes never leaving him.

Smiling, she lowered her head, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Callum froze, his mind blanking for a second on what he was just talking about. He felt heat starting to form on his face, thinking it was from the fire… when that was just a small excuse.

“W-Wha… What’s happening?” Callum stuttered, still not finding the words.

“Callum…” Rayla began, eyes closing and feeling a sense of bliss. “I’m glad we can be here together. Looking at the stars…”

Her words surprised Callum, but only for a second. His lips formed into a soft smile, a feeling of warmth buzzing in the pit of his stomach. Feeling a bit of confidence within him, Callum leaned in, resting his cheek on top of her head, closing his eyes.

There was silence now, safe for the sounds of animals in the distance and the crackling of the fireplace. It created for an atmosphere of tranquility, with no one there to interrupt them, to disturb this peaceful moment.

Rayla knew that there was still a lot to sort out between her and Callum, but for now, she chose to savor this moment, to be with the person she still loved.

She felt… safe in his hold.

Safe from the outside world.

Safe….

“That beautiful shining star you just pointed out, we call it: Leola’s Last Wish.”

“Huh…” Callum thought for a moment, not knowing who that was. Even after all the books he had read, that name never once appeared in any of the texts. “Who’s Leola?”

“I don’t know.” Rayla looked up at him. “Garlaath’s friend maybe?” There was a hint of playfulness in her voice, and Callum couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as his arm slowly wrapped around her back, keeping her close to him.

Now there was silence again, the two not knowing what else to say. Callum would occasionally look down at Rayla, seeing her eyelids getting heavier, her hand coming up to rest on the spot where his heart was.

She exhaled softly, feeling the steady rhythm of it. It reminded her that he was still here, still alive, and with her to enjoy this.

A few more minutes passed, Callum having pushed his sketchbook to the side now.

“Rayla?” Callum whispered, but noticed that she has fallen limp against him, letting out soft breaths. Her hand hadn’t left the spot where she’d rested it, and Callum smiled.

Gently, he took her hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth. His lips made gentle contact with the skin there, leaving small kisses, giving her a reminder that he was still here, and wasn’t going anywhere.

But it didn’t stop there, as the next thing Callum knew, his lips touched the top of her head, giving her a small kiss near the base of one of her horns.

It served as a reminder that he’d protect her, not lose her after the scare at Umber Tor.

A reminder that he still loved her, no matter what has happened.

“I’m so happy I get to spend this moment with you too…” He whispered, feeling drowsiness overtake him.

It didn’t take long before he was sound asleep, holding his elf closer.

Because in the end, he had her and she had him.

And they were going to be alright…