#Lowkey wanna color it but I’m afraid I’ll mess it up

[hogletthe2nd]

Lighting could be better but I’m pretty sure someone just tried to break into my house so. Not going outside for better lighting.

[rein-ette]

Tag nine people you’d like to catch up with or get to know better

ty @needcake!

akjsdnkcs tumbr isn't coopErating can't tag some ppl @mr-nauseam

@peonycats @bubblelounge

@daffodilscoraltree @rierin @brazilian-hot-mess IT AINT LETTING MEEEEEE anyone who wants to pls do it cuz there's like 4 other ppl i wanted to tag but i literally can't

favorite color? salmon, coral, rose golds (ex. Hex #DA796C)

currently reading: my attention span is shot so i've been slowly working my way through a couple

Embers of War by Fredrik Logevall, a pulitzer winner on the transition from french to american-led offensives in Vietnam. It's making me lowkey simp for Ho Chi Minh and idk how i feel ab that.

Iron Curtain: The Crushing of East Europe 1944-1956 by Anne Applebaum -- exactly what is says on the tin, also a national book award finalist. Can't read more than a chapter in one sitting cuz it gets super depressing.

Postwar: A History of Europe Since 1945 by Tony Judt -- a monster of a book that still captivates me with every page, it goes from 1945-2003ish and i'm 200+ pages in and only in the 50s :0 Also a pulitzer finalist and Council on Foreign Relations Ross Award winner

The Anthropocene Reviewed, by John Green -- nonfiction memoir/humour type in the form of short reviews. I dont read Green's fiction but I've listen to every episode of his podcast of the same name since it started and I'm an addict.

All highly recommended!!! I mention the awards in case you're like me and find new books by browsing relevant sections of book awards...does anyone else do that.

5 songs I’ve been listening to:

water color, by Wheein

Apple, by Gfriend (they're disbanding and my life is ending a lil)

How can i love the heartbreak, you're the one i love, AKMU (so many engport, sO mAnY eNGPORT fEeLS. This is my definitive sountrack to go to when I wanna write their relationship in the 1800s, bc it feels like Artie is literally airdropping his feelings into my f*cking brain, and I'm like. I gotchu. I. Got. You.)

Only You, by Huk Gak (the other half of the my engport holy duo, but this time its the 80s and its Port screaming his feelings at me. Though it works the other way too.)

Feel it Twice, by Camilla Cabello

last movie? I don't really watch movies often, but the last one was Ghibli's Up on Poppy Hill. Wholesome. 10/10, would recommend. I'm trying to finish all the Ghibli movies I haven't seen yet (I have like 3-4 left) but I'm afraid I wont be able to see my laptop screen through my tears when I watch Grave of the Fireflies. ;^;

last series? that I watched? I'm a pr hardcore Running Man (korea) fan. I watch every Sunday and I've seen at least 400 episodes out of the 500 something. Last series I finished: Brooklyn 99. 10000/10, one of my favourites of all time.

sweet, spicy, or savory? sweet, savoury and spicy at the same time. Like yangnyeom chicken. I'm not a big sweets/confections person though, so maybe spicy if i had to pick?

tea or coffee? both are neccesary for survival. (< do you see that restraint i didn't rant i dIDN'T)

currently working on:

a fraport fic. It's treating me the same way france and port treat their human flings -- that is, I'm completely emotionally invested, but it only deigns to give me attention, like, once a century.

the france and spain chapter of iacta alea est, but tbh i haven't thought about it as much as I shd.

A WW2 FIC! Will be part of a series including The Dark World is Not Far From Us. It's a Mattie and Artie uwu party! There's nedeng! there's norway

i did the whole world building thing for a hetalia x soul eater and a hetalia x tokyo ghoul crossover, but honestly idk if i'll ever write them.

[marveloussupernerd]

Forgiveness - Platonic! Saeran Choi (Romantic! 707 lowkey too)

No this is not what I planned to post tonight but I forgot I had hw and now I’m tired lol. I still think Saeran had a thing for MC in Seven’s after ending but didn’t really go into it too much here. But I’m just saying...

Warnings: panic attack, PTSD, spoilers for Seven’s real name and the Secret Ending!

Summary: you know Saeran is Saeyoung’s brother, but you knew him first as the hacker who sent you to the RFA, who threatened your security, who held you in a chokehold and threatened to blow you up. Obviously he was mentally manipulated... but it’s hard to get the image and fear out of your mind. Lowkey Seven x MC, takes place after Seven’s route

You were seeing Saeran for the first time since everything that happened at Mint Eye. Saeyoung hadn’t wanted you to; he said he was still unstable. But he was home with his brother now. And he probably wasn’t completely mentally stable. But Saeyoung, after receiving his surgery, had to go through physical therapy and was told to take it easy, especially when it came to housework. You just wanted to help.

Saeran had been in the hospital for a while; the doctors had said he was improving, but then he lashed out at one of them, physically harming him. So maybe he wasn’t completely ready. But! You would try your best not to be nervous.

You knocked on the door to Seven’s house and it started prompting ridiculous tasks. Fortunately, he opened the door almost immediately, saving you the struggle. “Hi,” you smiled, holding his waist very gently, afraid of hurting him in any way. “How are you?”

He rested his hands on your shoulders. “Good, good. A... lot going on.” He looked nervous, but he moved from his spot and waved you inside.

“Don’t be so nervous, Babe. I’m just here to help you get things together for Saeran’s room and maybe make some dinner,” you reassured him. Goddamn you were nervous, and he wasn’t helping.

“Oh! Yeah. I had the frame sent to the house for a new bed, but obviously I can’t put it all together on my own,” he explained, rubbing his arm absentmindedly.

“I don’t know how handy I am, but as long as you tell me how to do it I can do it no problem!” You wanted to bring that confidence to the room. It made him break out into a grin.

“His room will be right over here.” He opened the door to the room. “He offered to bring in the box,” he pointed to the box, “but didn’t know who to build it.”

“Where is Saeran?” You looked around, wondering if you had missed him.

“Oh, he’s showering. He tends to spend a while in there reflecting or whatever. We’ll probably finish the bed by the time he gets done.”

“You have a lot of faith in me,” you giggled, rolling your eyes.

And it was well-put faith. Seven barked out instructions dramatically, helping you pick out which pieces go together and how. It was surprisingly not that bad? Good thing you hadn’t gotten it from IKEA.

There was a spare mattress in the closet. Why? Who knows, but you ignored that fact. Putting a mattress on the bed by yourself was... nearly impossible. Saeyoung ended out having to help you a little, bypassing his doctor’s orders, but he only lifted things for just for a few seconds, so apparently it was fine.

“There are blankets and sheets in the closet too. Divide and conquer? You get the sheets and I find some pillows?” He offered.

“Sure, sure,” you grinned. He left the room and you got to work in the closet, standing on your tiptoes to reach the sheets on the top shelf. You tried to make sure not to accidentally knock some of Saeran’s clothes off the hangers as you brought it down, but they still rattled a little. Still, everything was in place.

You turned out of the closet with sheets bunched up in your arms pretty quickly. And there was... Saeran, bumping right into you as he tried to enter the closet. His eyes turned dark, he jumped and wrapped his fingers around your throat.

He hadn’t even put any force into it. He had to train himself not to act this way. It was hard. But you still passed out. Why? He didn’t put any pressure on it? He caught you as you went to fall, picking you up and setting you on the mattress. He yelled for Saeyoung at the top of his lungs.

He rushed into the room. “Shit! Saeran, what happened?” He knelt next to the bed, taking in your form.

“I don’t know, I panicked. I thought someone was going to get me and I jumped into action. I...” he was so embarrassed. “I almost choked her. I wrapped my hand around her throat. Didn’t put any pressure on it but... I think I frightened her.”

You opened your eyes hazily. Saeyoung was kneeling next to the bed, your attacker hanging over him. You didn’t realize you were frantically backing away until you had fallen off the opposite side of the bed onto the hard floor. Seven came rushing over to you. You buried your face in his chest, crying. He wrapped his arms around you.

You were hyperventialting. What was he supposed to do? He rubbed your back, whispering to you that it was okay. Saeran stood there, staring confused, feeling like a piece of shit. You were having a panic attack or some form of PTSD. Who could blame you? He had broken into your apartment and choked you in the past. Sure he was trying to be different... but he was still a monster. He ran out of the room, desperate to help you.

“Saeyoung,” you heard Saeran whisper. You glanced up at him from your current embrace, vision so smeared and teary that you could barely make him out.

He said your name apologetically, his voice soft. “This might help,” he held out an orange. “I don’t know... I thought it could help ground you. I’m so so sorry... I just thought that it was someone from Mint Eye.”

You took it from his hands, his fingers brushing over yours. They felt a lot like Saeyoung’s, which shouldn’t be such a surprise. He had a lot more callouses on the palm of his hands though, while Saeyoung’s mostly were on the sides of his fingers or his fingertips. You were taking way too long feeling you his hand for this orange. It was weird.

You left Saeyoung’s embrace, feeling sort of shaky, and sat on the end of the bed. Saeran knelt down next to you; you were taller than him in this position. It made him feel much less threatening. “The doctors at the hospital used to do this for me when the medicine triggered me. I doubt there’s any science behind it... but grounding yourself helps.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I was so pissed off though I was shit about grounding myself.”

Saeyoung coughed, cutting Saeran off. “Oh! But, uh, this always helped me. The color’s bright, the scent is strong, the taste is all... sour to me honestly. You’ve gotta peel it... you’re focusing all your senses on one thing. Uh, at least I think that’s how it works.”

You nodded, eyes downcast on the orange. Your hands were shaky as you tried to peel it, to at least get it started. You just couldn’t seem to focus enough to get it. Saeyoung knelt down on your other side. Two twins on both sides. It was almost funny. He slowly moved his hands towards yours, and when you didn’t move them away he rested them on top of yours, helping you move to start the peeling.

Once you got started it became easier. The scent was strong as always. It reminded you of lunch in elementary school when you could tell someone across the table had an orange in their lunchbox; you could always smell it. You tore off a piece and put it in your mouth, eyes shutting to focus on the taste. You had just bought it today, so it wasn’t at its completely ripe prime, but it was still okay. A little sour, but it tasted like an orange alright.

You repeated these steps, focused on your breathing and the orange and the complete silence of the room, until you finished about half the fruit.

Your eyes opened. You took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Better.”

“I’m so so so sorry,” Saeran frowned, still kneeling by your side. “I feel like the worst person ever. I never meant to do that to you.”

“It’s okay,” you gave him a small smile. “It’s... something we need to work on. Making our presence known.”

Saeyoung stayed silent, watching the scene unfold without a word. What could he say? Add to the situation? They had been through so much because of him and he was the only one to emerge mostly unscathed.

“I promise I’ll be more careful around you too. What I did in the past... is really unforgivable.” He couldn’t meet your eye. “I appreciate you being nice to me.”

“It’s not unforgivable.” You disagreed, shaking your head. “I understand what you’re going through; not completely, but hey. We can maybe work through this trauma together? You helped me a lot.”

He smiled a little, looking up at you. “Thank you. Truly. Both of you. For giving me a second chance.”

“Maybe not now, but when you get more comfortable, I’d love to give you a hug,” you told Saeran, a small giggle slipping out of your mouth as you thought about how silly the proposition was. “I dunno, you’re just so sweet and deserve so much more than what you’ve been dealt.”

“I wanna hug him first!” Saeyoung called.

“You’ve already hugged me you idiot.” Saeran replied, rolling his eyes. You could see from the glint that he was just messing with his brother though. He turned his attention back to you. “Are we okay?” He held his hand out, palm up, to you.

You took it, shaking his hand, holding it gently even after the shake. “We’re gonna be okay Saeran. Promise.”

Saeyoung bounced on the bed next to you, very gently (but enthusiastically) wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You jumped for half a second, dropping Saeran’s hand, but relaxed immediately when you realized who it was. You could tell by the way his chin dug into your shoulder so perfectly.

“You’re adorable,” he chuckled, placing kisses on your cheek. “But I was worried about you.”

You smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips then letting him continue his attack. “I’m okay. We’re all gonna be okay.”

“Seeing you two put things in the past like this... it just warms my heart.” He put a hand over his heart dramatically.

“Please get out of my room,” Saeran whined. “Before I suffocate you with my bedding.”

Seven lifted you into his arms, running out of the room frantically, as though he actually thought his brother would do such a thing. Maybe in the past, but not anymore. Saeran was changing for the better, and the two of you were there to help him.

[im-whatchamccallit]

Who Are You//Optional Bias

Requested: No

Pairing: Optional Bias x Reader

Genre: Barely fluff but also barely angst

Warning: Poorly written (I’ve never done an optional bias writing before and it was lowkey a struggle lol)

Words: 1.4k

Key: (Y/b/n) = Your bias name, (Y/b/s/n) = Your bias’ stage name, (Y/b/g) = Your bias group

(A/N: Idk if I’ll include this in the masterlist, mainly because I’d have to put it for each group, but I also might just because I’d feel unethical not doing it lol)

You anxiously smoothed your silk dress shirt before entering the café, eyes wandering to find a man fitting the vague description your friend gave you. ‘He’ll be in a grey shirt with kinda dark hair, unless he dyed it again, but you’ll know him when you see him. Just ask for Danny.’ You sighed, continuing to look around cautiously, not seeing anyone in grey or wildly colored hair and believing you’d been stood up, maybe because he got an equally ridiculous description as the one your friend gave you and didn’t bother looking.

You didn’t like the idea of blind dates. You’ve only ever heard horror stories of being introduced to a complete stranger with the descriptions given by their mutual friends exaggerated to peak interest. You weren’t afraid that your date wouldn’t be attractive or anything, you just didn’t want to end up in an uncomfortable situation with someone you’d never want to see again. But you’ve been single since your freshman year of college, and your friends have been begging you to get a love life for the sake of your (their) sanity. So here you were, scoping out the shop for a guy your roommate so desperately wanted you to meet, and still managing to come up short.

You were ready to leave until a plain grey t-shirt caught your eye, your eyes trailing to his obviously unnatural hair color and defined face. He was fucking gorgeous, but the fact he was sitting with someone else, laughing and taking sips from their drinks made you nervous that he wasn’t who you had to meet. But it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? Worst case scenario, this beautiful stranger turns out to be someone else and you truly were stood up by Danny.

(Y/b/n) ran a hand through his hair while attempting to adjust the sweaty mess, finally getting a break from practice and trying to enjoy it with his group member who looked equally as disheveled. Faint footsteps were heard beside them before stopping just at their table in the very corner of the coffee shop, his eyes trailing up to see your nervous but kind face, a weird stutter interrupting his heartbeat as he took in your features. Being an idol he had to be reluctant on who he spoke to and interacted with, unsure of their intentions or if they’d be a danger to him, but as soon as you asked if he was Danny, he couldn’t help but say yes, knowing telling the truth would lead to him probably never seeing you again.

You smiled awkwardly and looked to his group member that only gave him a questioning look, trying to figure out who the hell was Danny and, more importantly, who the hell were you.

“I-I’m (Y/n), Ellie’s roommate. I should’ve brought her along if I knew you were with a friend, she’d probably find you cute.” You admitted, mentally screaming at yourself to not make things awkward, but “Danny” spoke up much to your relief.

“Oh no, we just ran into each other here and decided to catch up for a bit.” (Y/b/n) shot him a look, silently telling him to get out, his group member reluctantly agreeing before excusing himself, leaving the seat open for you to occupy.

“So, uhm, tell me about yourself. I heard you work in finance.” You started after a brief moment of silence, straightening your posture and smiling softly, trying to remain friendly and appealing to the hot guy staring at you with an intense gaze.

“Y-yeah, I’ve been doing finance for a few years now, right out of college. It’s honestly boring having to work alone with numbers all day, so thank you for taking an interest in meeting me and saving me from my boredom.” He had no clue about finance or the right terms to use to describe a job in finance, but watching you blush deeply at his final statement helped him ignore the anxiety of possibly being found out.

“But, anyways, what about you? Tell me everything about yourself.” He attempted to take the attention off of him, your eyes rolling upwards in thought as you tried to figure out where to start.

“Uhm, well, I’m the assistant manager at a department store, but I also create clothing at home to sell online.”

“So you’re a designer?” He asked in genuine interest, a more relaxed smile gracing your face this time.

“Yeah, it’s honestly my passion. I wanna expand into streetwear, but the material cost way too much. It’s pretty much the same for formal wear, but it’s what I’m best at and what my clients love.”

“Well, I’d love to have you dress me up one day.” An embarrassed laugh escaped both of you as the atmosphere became much more lighthearted.

You sat there for nearly an hour at this point, talking and learning about each other faster than you had with people you were in actual relationships with. “Danny” was perfect in every way. He maintained a profession he wasn’t crazy about but was enough to get him by in life while never forgetting about his real passion for music. He cared deeply for his friends and family, and was not afraid to embarrass himself with stories of his childhood whenever you became an bashful, red faced mess after one of his flirtatious remarks.

And (Y/b/n) was positive he was in love with you. The moment he learned you had given up television and social media because of stress and never returned, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. Not only because you wouldn’t recognize he was an idol, but because it gave him the opportunity to be personal and honest with you. From the questions you asked about “Danny”, he realized your friend was bad with giving info on people, but it worked in his favor, watching you slowly but surely fall for him from the actual facts of his life.

“We should go out again, maybe to that restaurant you said had “the world’s greatest pasta”.”(Y/b/n) stated, your eyes lighting up at the suggestion.

You were about to respond when the faint call of your name gained both yours and (Y/b/n)’s attention, your eyes falling on a tall and also very attractive man in a grey button down shirt with dark red, almost black, hair, a bouquet of flowers in his hands as he slowly approached your table, your body instinctively standing to meet him.

“Hello, do I know you?”

“I’m so sorry I’m late, I got caught up at work, but I’m Seunghoon, or Danny. Ellie calls me that so I assume that’s how she’d introduce me.” He said with a gently chuckle, your face unamused as you looked back to the first man in horror, your body growing cold yet your face hot, uncertain if you were angry or scared.

“So who are you?” You asked softly, wanting some explanation from the man you spent so much time exposing your life to, his eyes large and pleading as he tried to find some way to salvage this.

“You’re (Y/b/s/n) from (Y/b/g), right?” The real Danny asked, your brows furrowing in confusion trying to figure out who and what that was, Danny giving you an incredulous look.

“He’s an idol. Have you seriously never heard of him?”

Your eyes met the man now known as (Y/b/n), his lips moving to find spew some excuse to make you forgive him, but you could only ignore him and think about the red flags. The way he was so relieved when you mentioned you didn’t use social media for almost two years, the fact he tried to hide his face when a few girls nearby were staring, and the way he talked so passionately about performing but not about finance. You should’ve known better that people in finance didn’t give a damn about dancing.

You were hurt, it was written all over your face, you felt like your trust in everyone involved with this moment was gone. Not even a minute ago, you were staring at (Y/b/n) like he was the rarest gem in the world, like he was irreplaceable and you could do nothing but stay by his side and protect him. But he was nothing like you thought. He wasn’t a gem, he wasn’t irreplaceable or in need of protecting. And the fact he can make you believe that made you scared of what else he could have lied about. This situation was a disaster, and (Y/b/n) knew there was no fixing it.

[sanchoyo]

Looks like you’re gonna have to gush some more cuz I meant in general uwu🌸

🌺😌🤟 Always happy to! Okay here’s just some General bnha Thoughts ™ Mostly Lov centric. You asked for them, and you said GUSH about them, so here’s. A Lot! :)

This isn’t a lov one but it’s really funny so I thought I’d put it out there:

-when bnha was first gaining traction on tumblr, it was all art of Tsuyu. I have no idea why. People were talking about the funky frog lesbian superhero anime. Maybe it was just the people I was following, maybe it was a general trend, but I LOVED her design!!! my fav color and frogs r super cute!!! And I already loved superhero media, so I was like. I’ll watch it. For Her. SO. FROPPY IS THE REASON I WATCHED/READ BNHA. I went in thinking she was the protag and I was sooo confused when Izuku was... tbh I still think it’d be more interesting if she was lmaooo aus where? ...seriously if anyone has good aus where this is the case send them LOL

-I don’t actually feel that bad abt what Shigaraki’s doing. I still feel bad for him. I’m this post. yes im an apologist. its not my fault hes sexy and has been running around shirtless. hes a lesbian icon like thor is. I want to touch his hair. hes never done anything wrong in his life. he could kill all might, deku, bakugo, whatever, I’d still be sayin this. I don’t feel bad for gt. like. was anyone genuinely attached to him? lmao

-well u know how spinner’s quirk is just sticking to things? We haven’t seen him use it in canon except like, (1) time iirc?? I think this is probably bc he’s embarrassed about it even in front of the league... I loooove the idea that he gets more comfortable with it around them :”) and also how shigaraki. um. does that falling asleep thing while standing up with his eyes open, canonly? (which I still love lmfao) Imagine someone in the league walking in a dark room, turning on the light n just seeing. Spinner upside down, stuck to the ceiling asleep bc heat rises and its Warmer Up There. (cold blooded thing like tsuyu?? come ON give him a big fuzzy coat and scarf...) and Shigaraki in the center of the room, slouched but still standing, eyes open and motionless. Theyre both sleeping. Whomever sees it just...slowly walks out. LMAO

-Toga roller derby au. No deep thoughts I just think she’d be good at it. 

-Toga 100% is a social butterfly and could befriend anyone if they didn’t just judge the fact she was trying to stab them smh :/ (ok but seriously anytime I see cute friendships with her n the other kids im like :) aw. I feel like her and Camie...would be good friends. Camie feels chill enough to be like ‘ok whatever thats totally fine I forgive you!!’ LMAO we love airheads here)

-HOW DID TOGA GET SO GOOD AT FIGHTING? We know she’s been on the run since middle school or so, but good enough to pin Deku down after he’s been formally trained at a ~hero school~ for a while? (she pinned him TWICE I think, once when his arms were messed up, but, the other time as Camie, so? AND THEN WAS ONE OF THE 100 PEOPLE TO GO THRU TO THE 2ND ROUND OF THAT? even tho she didn’t bc she had to leave) good enough to beat Aizawa in a fight and stab him? A professional hero and teacher for YEARS? Is that seriously just street training??? Can people acknowledge how amazing her combat skills and reflexes are??? More Toga appreciation when?? Also her backstory??? SO subversive and incredible, hate when people reduce her to just a ~typical anime yandere~ :/

-Tomura doing stuff with his hands/fingers to train his quirk!!! And to learn to be careful with it!! obv I’m a Big Fan of him playing piano to do this and video games are prob the canon answer, but like, guitar or any stringed instrument that requires Hands would work too. Or knitting/sewing? EMBROIDERING? ??? Please, let me give you the mental image of him knitting aggressively while mentally scheming, watching a twitch streamer or smth too while doing it. (Doing stuff with your hands is a great way to let your mind come up with creative stuff, that’s how I come up with writing/drawing ideas 70% of the time)

-Tomura actually PREFERS cutesty, relaxing games. I mean, he does fighting and bloody stuff irl, games are a way to relax...he’ll play shooters and gta type games with The Lads, but. on his own?? animal crossing. pokemon. kirby games. mario. zelda. BIG ZELDA FAN (not saying this bc I, personally, am biased, but,) slime rancher, stardew valley, funny simulator games... he really enjoys those :”) God forbid he has a kid bc they’re 100% getting named after a viddy game character unless someone can talk him out of it LOL. Toga and Tomura are that animal crossing /doom meme where she’d be asking for doom and him asking for animal crossing :”)

-Bits and pieces of Before are kinda stuck in Kurogiri’s brain, but like. mostly useless stuff the doctor didn’t care about removing. Like, types of clouds. So Tomura kinda picks up on stuff like that. He can just look at clouds and tell you what type they are because Kurogiri used to take him up to high places in the city and point them out to calm Tomura down from a panic attack when he was younger. He can tell you if the sky looks like it’ll rain with a 80% accuracy rate too. 

-Kurogiri left food out for kitties in the alley beside the bar. They weren’t allowed in for Health Reasons (it IS a bar with sanitation standards!!) And Tomura really wouldn’t stop it or encourage it either way so long as Kurogiri did his job, but occasionally would stand outside with Kurogiri and just watch the kitties from a distance. If any approached he’d go back in (lowkey afraid he’d hurt them by touching them :( ) They kinda kept that between them tho, bc they both Know AFO is a big bag of dicks and no fun

-people have pointed out how similar aizawa and tomura look. this was 100% the intention. tomura has a hatecrush on him. THIS IS SO FUNNY AND HORRIBLY AWKWARD FOR KUROGIRI LMAO

-Sako??? Mr. Dramatic?? Opera fan. Drama kid. Like, obviously, but. Really. He is. I feel like he can speak a dozen languages. I also feel like he used to be an overachiever but got too ambitious. He was def some kind of leader at one point of a diff Group or something that fell apart. I LOVE how creative he is with his quirk and the magician theme??? incredible. I don’t show him enough love but I Love Clowns :o)

-I don’t care what their canon heights are. Spinner and Dabi? short kings. My height hcs are (tallest to shortest) Kurogiri, Twice, Sako (who also has heels on his boots and a tall hat, keep in mind), Tomura, Magne (Tomura and Magne are about the same height imo) Toga, Spinner, Dabi. LISTEN. Dabi has short energy. Sorry. it’s true tho

-This is a semi-popular hc I think bc I KNOW I’ve seen it before, but Dabi having Terrible Vision and needing glasses is so so good. (seriously, with burns THAT close to his eyeballs, how could he not?) 

-he tries to be a tough loner coolguy. you’d think he’d smoke, but I hc his ‘weak constitution’ comes with weak lungs (esp from years of a flame quirk?? inhaling smoke over so much time is SO bad for you, most people who die in fires actually die of smoke inhalation...) so he’s got like, an inhaler, can’t smoke, actually gets carsick, needs glasses, overuses quirk to save friends constantly, likes napping, a little awkward and rude. Tomura put him in charge of the vanguard so he’s smart, and good with strategies too, like a nerd. this is the Dabi I wanna see, not the popular fandom version of him tbh also step on hawks one more time sir :”)

-I wish all the lov fics weren’t?? villain!deku like I said earlier, but also, chatfics? I have nothing against them but most of them are just a bombardment of Memes with NO PLOT!!! Listen. text/chatfics CAN have plot and be an interesting way to tell a story. I almost want to write one just to show what I mean...

I know I’ve said I like spinaraki and blackmagic, but I am a multishipper, so a few ships I don’t talk about that I like that involve the lov in some way:

-toga/any of the 1A girls??? or Camie??? super interesting. ALSO in the radio drama, bakugo’s voice actor said Toga was his favorite girl??? so?? bakugo/toga ?? I WANT TO SEE IT. but specifically my fav dynamic with her is when someone ELSE is the one to like her first, it’s what she deserves.

-Kurogiri/aizawa/mic?? any variety of that is also 👌🏻 I also kinda wanna see kurogiri/all might bc. Dads. COME ON. they bond over ‘well, I raised him, and you want to have a part in his life now?? ok. earn it. prove it. I’ll screen you first’ or something LMAO they’re both genuinely concerned for the boy, and SOOO biased. let them bond.

-WAIT WHERE IS THE MIC/COMPRESS CONTENT. THEYRE BOTH DRAMATIC. ENEMIES TO LOVERS?? HELLO??? SOMEONE?? ANYONE. rarepair hours

-giran/twice is cute. like he was hyping him up so much and so ready to go save him...

-dabi/magne where is the content. when. why not everywhere??? I’ve also seen magne/compress which was cute!! or twice/magne? they’re the big sibs of the lov...

-dabi/spinner?? come ON dabi could get over his learned biases and spend time with him and they could hold hands. I want them to.

-dabihawks. Obviously bc the Drama. yes even still, don’t @ me. (also, shigahawks, seen some REAL interesting fics with it tbh) or spinahawks?? adding hawks to a ship is like adding extra chili powder. makes it SPICY dramatic)

-nine/tomura don’t @ me once again. both kinda afo’s playthings, nine obviously was the test for tomura’s new upgrades...they both love their friends...That Scene in the Flower field </3 hmmm tragicships are fun.

-tomura/mirko. more enemies to lovers. big fan of her and bunnies. remember when he wore bunny ears in bnha smash. (ok its crack but. CUTE.) 

-I’ve also seen shiganatsu and shigafuyu and I’m like. these are cute, but also Dabi’s reaction always makes me cry laugh. so good.

-MOST EVERYONE IN THE LOV IS LGBTQA+!!! heres my personal headcanons:

Toga: pan or bi (CANON BASICALLY)

Magne: transwoman (CANON BABEY) bi, leans towards men. (her crush on dabi in bnha smash... uwu content where)

Shuichi: gets sooooo flustered canonly, I think he’d go for the first person Who Hit On Him (I can see him being the target of those mean pranks where someone says ‘my friend likes you!!’ and the friend is like ‘eww!!’ :(((( ) he’s super hesitant for romance, lots of repressed stuff. gay but takes sooo long to realize it bc he thinks most women are conventionally pretty Aesthethically, feels obligated to Like Them, but has bad self esteem so never goes after them, then only likes (1) guy so hes like?? is this allowed?? is this allowed???? (HES LIKE. IN LOVE WITH SHIGARAKI)

Dabi: bi but rly hasn’t ever gotten to date anyone, so he’s actually more reserved about it and while he’ll tease, he absolutely is absent and kinda oblivious (again, I KNOWWWW bnha smash isnt canon, but. my god. when magne is hitting on him and he Just Doesnt Understand.) also hes ace

Tomura: doesn’t care. (just prob says ‘its whatever’) trans/nonbinary (i’M NOT PROJECTING, BUT. :’/) probably goes with like, the label queer if any but doesn’t care much for labels

Kurogiri: bi??? kind of??? I say kind of bc well, I hc U Know Whom as bi, I feel like thatd carry over but he’d be really avoidant to date anyone bc hes gotta Watch His Kid u know? this is gonna sound surprising but I think he’d be the type to be like ‘ok we can have a one night stand/fling BUT it cant get personal bc I have a Job to Do for my Son so don’t get up in your feelings’ and act a little coldly at first or very ..not personable... depending on who it was he’d prob turn around eventually, esp if that person valued his feelings/job :”)

Sako: that mans Not Straight. I hc him as gay and also trans :3c

Twice: Bi and HAS dated prob more than anyone else in the league imo, super comfortable with his sexuality and supportive of everyone else’s :)

ok that’s about all I can think of atm, come back in 5 minutes and my brain will refill with lov headcanons :3 thank you for asking!!

[hyuncakes]

hi i was not sure if i should send this to your main or this but since this blog is more wanna one related tag could your mutuals as points in "if kpop positions were accurate" this is the post = seokjinandtonic. tumblr. com/post/164651220236/if-kpop-positions-were-accurate i have been following both of you on your main and here and i like you to know i am a fan and your graphics inspire me

YOU ARE SOOOOO CUTE OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LIKING OUR GRAPHICS!! And saying that we inspire you ;___; that’s so so sweet of you I literally screamed. You deserve the worlddddddd!!! This seems fun so let’s get to it!! ^^ Lillian and I are gonna combine our answers lol so if you’re tagged and are like “lool this girl isn’t even following me though???” it’s prob the other person~ :^)

the hyung you thought was a maknae

tbh I thought Ying was my age but it turned out she was 95 line!!! @ Ying I also tagged you for something else below c:

the unofficial visual

@woojiniel and @perkwoojin are so so so pretty?? Idk but these were the first two I thought of!! They have such soft, sweet visuals and I think usually in groups the official visuals are the ones with the “stronger” visuals? But once you get into the group more you start to notice that one member who’s like so so cute that you can’t believe they’re not officially labelled as a visual. 

the “not my bias, but is my bias”

Ummm probably @hwangminyeo! She’s like the member of the group that you first notice because of her visuals, and then you’re like semi-interested in that member and half keeping an eye on that member while you settle on a bias. And then once you get into the group more you find out that not only is she a visual but she also has such a cute personality? Like she’s more shy and dorky than you originally anticipated and then you fall for her double charms. (But you still gotta stay loyal to your bias lol)

the workout-aholic who basically lives in the gym and boy does it show

I’m putting Abby @hwangminyeo under here to because idk if she goes to the gym often or not but body goals 😭😭😭😭

the walking, living, breathing meme

@seonnho This is the one image I have of Jennie tbh… just one big meme (a cute one at that)!!! She makes the best textposts on her SVT blog. I love her sense of humor it’s just so…. relatable LOL. Is it because she’s a Seungkwan stan that she’s like this? It’s proven that Boo stans are the memest. I feel like she hasn’t made that many meme-y posts on here (or maybe I missed them :(( in which case I suck) but once she does 👀 Anyway I’ve talked to you like twice but I still love you c’:

I looked at the positions list before looking at Bonnie’s answers and thought Jennie would be perfect for this one and guess what… Bonnie’s already listed her LMAOOO PERFECT - Lillian

the one everyone has called “daddy” at some point

aaah no one I can think of because Daniel isn’t mutuals with us…… LOOOOL OMFG JUST KIDDDDDING (Lillian be like 😷😣🙏) Why did I even answer this one it’s so weird kfldjglkfdjgklfd

😷😣🙏 - Lillian

the ship that’s a hundred percent real and they know it

Is this even a question… @hwangminyeo and @minhwangs are the power couple!!! You always see them professing their love to each other on your dash LOL Romeong and Daliette are feeling threatened.

the short one that everyone is highkey afraid of

@minhwangs Sarah is a cutie but everyone knows that if you mess with her friends she’ll let you have it. She won’t hesitate to lash out at you if you dare insult the things and people she holds dear. So while she isn’t scary, she’s someone you don’t want to mess with once her protective side kicks in! But honestly it’s really sweet how even though she doesn’t let harsh words directed toward her bother her, she stands up for people ;___; She’s selfless that way!

the one that takes every opportunity possible to be extra as hell aka the variety king

@emperorhwangs Rui without a doubt is one of the funniest people here on Tumblr!! I love her sense of humor and even when she says the most random things like “a stick of rat deodorant” I just die laughing. I was contemplating between putting her for “the walking, living breathing meme” but I settled with this one because I associate her with Ong a lot! And we all know he’s the variety king so~ The captions in her gifs are the funniest and most extra ever, even the way she talks is super extra and funny.

the motherly one that takes care of the rest of their members and occasionally reprimands

@2hyeons Ying is more of an older sister type than the mom but she still gives off that caring vibe. She seems like the kind of sibling who barely talks to you because she’s stuck in her room all day doing work but she’ll also be there for you when you need it the most. Lowkey the kind of older sister who will call your cheating significant other over the phone just to scream at them and rat them out for hurting her little sibling loool. She’s more of an older sibling because while she takes care of you, she makes you want to take care of her too and cook her meals and check up on her once in a while to make sure she’s still sane c’:

@luminous-point Reni gives off such motherly vibes without even trying to idk why?? Not only because she’s 95 line! But she’s like your sweet hardworking mother (working hard doing translations 👍👍👍) who you always think of fondly whenever she appears on your dash. She always expresses her true feelings and stands up for what’s right, which is really difficult to do and as a result super admirable. She always has a very mature standpoint about things and avoids unnecessary drama. I feel like the dynamic is that we’re all little ducklings and she’s the mom!! But mom has to take care of herself too!!!

@p-arkwoojin and @minsbugi I put Jem & Kenia in this category because they’d make sure all the members are equally loved!! They both have huge hearts and no matter how many members make up their group(s), they’d take care of each and every one! - Lillian

the 4D member that looks cute in a sexy comeback, and sexy in a cute one

@hahasunqwoons! I think the ‘4D’ title really suits Summer even though she may not seem like it at first. But once she opens up to you, you’ll know what I mean looooool. She’s not 4D in the really wild sense but more of a lowkey kind of 4D (like Vernon!). Also I think she would fit both concepts! But she unintentionally shows reverse charms like in her Never dance cover (if you haven’t watched it yet, go watch it please. you won’t be disappointed), the song is more serious but she gives off a somewhat cute vibe! I think she could rock IOI’s Very Very Very as welllll :^) (future cover idea?)

the member who doesn’t have to worry about gravity bc they basically just flip everywhere

can’t think of anyone? :OOO

the extremely under appreciated one

ummm @kiminguy??? @guanlliver??? @lovebugi??? @wanhyun??? (Mutuals on here and our SVT blogs squad!! LOOL) I love all of them and their graphics to death I will literally make a blog and reblog all of their creations 50 million times like they deserve. Of course they all have such cute personalities dlkgjfdkj but I’ll spare you from my rambling and focus on their beautiful works~ Naomi has such soft, pastel graphics (pastels are one of my fave things in the universe) and she was one of my first favorite graphic makers in the Seventeen fandom back in the day. I followed her first and then when she followed me back I was SOOOO HAPPY OMG BC ONE OF MY FAVES NOTICED ME. Next we have Yasmin and although we haven’t talked much I really adore her graphics because they’re really unique! She uses vibrant colors and dark colors so well (a thing I’d like to learn how to do hehehe) AND also pastel graphics with vibrant coloring… a jack of all trades tbh. Next, there’s Jaymee, who I’ve been mutuals with forever on our SVT blogs but I never really got a chance to talk to until recently! (And she’s the sweetest…my one and only fan….LOOOL). Once again she works with both dark colors and pastel colors very well! Her edits and graphics have a minimalistic approach to them which I admire so so much because I always cram stuff onto a canvas and get bothered when there’s empty space in my graphics. Last but not least there’s IMA!!! My self-proclaimed little sister c’: I’ve known her for most of her time in the Seventeen tumblr community and I love seeing how her works changed over this period of time. But her works always have that special charm and uniqueness that you know right away that it’s her work! No one could imitate her style and pull it off! Inimitable seventeen carat hehe Ima always has a special place in my heart. I love her coloring style, I love her graphics style, I love her. But yea as you can tell I have much love for graphic makers and more especially underrated graphic makers! Graphic makers are a blessing to each and every fandom. Thank you.

also @tokkimingi​ like we’ve never talked before but Ale’s gifs and edits are soooo high quality and have the prettiest coloring and they deserve so so so so many more notes??? Like the Ren gifset I just reblogged….this is the kind of content that should receive 1k notes okay AAAAAH @ Ale, Lillian and I love your creations so much and you’re basically the go-to blog for NU’EST related gifs and stuff AAAAH 💕💕 

I AGREE WITH ALL OF THE ABOVE HOLY MOLY - Lillian

the one that finds pleasure in other members’ demise

I’m sure this goes on a lot when people tag each other in their bias wrecker posts cough when I send Bonnie black-haired Suga pics but I see @minhwangs​ and @hwangminyeo​ tagging each other in Daniel stuff sometimes and it’s so funny loool. I know you guys are Minhyun-biased but Daniel!!!!! - Lillian

[btsxyou]

Picking Petals

Anonymous: request for hoseok? you like him and youre lowkey about it but one day you tell him. then he ignores you for a while but comes back with unexpected feelings.

Note: i turned this into a school a/u basically….ahh okay i hope this is good, i’m a romantic so idk if this is angsty enough or nah -- old writing!

Warnings: some language, just angsty

You looked down at the table in front of you.  Lately your head had been a mess.  You felt empty and aching, and you didn’t know what to do. Everyday for the past two weeks you had been careful, scared that anything would slip out or show, that you might make a fool out of yourself in front of him. Not that it ever mattered before, really.  It just matters now, because liking someone just makes all the simple things that much harder to do.

It took you so long to figure it out.  You had no idea you were even being pulled in at all.  If you had known you would’ve jumped off the boat.  It’s too hard to tell your best friend you’re in love with them.  It’s too hard to risk things like that.  

His gentle nudges while hanging out with you, his small hugs, his lips close to your ear, whispering things during presentations or assemblies at school left your heart racing. His smile was heavenly, even when he was sad he looked angelic, no matter how dark the clouds were encircling him.  

Each day went by with the same thoughts in your head.  Each step you took to class your head played the game. He likes me, he likes me not… as if you were picking the petals off of flowers. You hoped that when your feet stopped in front of his tall slender body, that you would land on the right one, he likes me. But each time you hit the wrong one, not even trying to shuffle your feet anymore to find that sliver of hope, just accepting your fate instead. He likes me not.

The question was eating away at you.  Your heart saddened each time your looked in his direction because you knew you couldn’t have him the way you wanted him.  Being his friend just wasn’t enough, you needed more.  You needed everything.  You needed the words leaving his lips, that he wanted you, that he loved you, that he thought about you, too. That every night before he went to sleep he wondered if you were still awake, what you were thinking about, what you were doing.  If you had looked at the stars yet, or if you were watching your favorite show.  

You spotted him in the lobby of your school, although it wasn’t the ideal setting, you had to do it.  It didn’t matter time or place, fate is fate.  The answer is one or the other.

“Hoseok? Uh… Do you have a minute?” You called over to him.

He jogged over to where you were sitting, pulling out a chair and taking a seat himself.

“Whats up?”

“I just had something to tell you. Um… well. So… I guess that lately… I’ve been thinking. And I think that lately I’ve had some… um. Feelings for you.  I know it’s really not ideal but its the truth and I really thought that you should know that. I really like you. That’s all.” You kept your eyes down at your lap.

“Y/N… um. I don’t really know what to say.  I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea.  You’re my friend, okay?  I’ve never thought of it any other way.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. I’m sorry.” You said, shaking your head. You felt like crying, actually, you felt like dropping dead.  How could you be so stupid?  “Well I gotta go.” You added quickly, getting up and walking away as fast as possible. He stood also, watching you leave, his face bent in confusion.

For the next week, Hoseok was no where in sight.  You were too afraid to text him, so embarrassed from your encounter, but aching to send something, anything to attempt in reversing time.

Your classes were dull and empty.  Everything was in black and white now, nothing you looked at was full of any light or color.  Time spent away from him was usually darkened, life before you knew him was nothing less than shit.

You scribbled around in your notebook, not being able to pay attention to anything your instructors were saying. Each class was you taking glances at Hoseok’s desk, hoping that he’ll appear. That he’ll look over at you and smile, try to distract you even more from the lesson, but he’s not there.

Your mind in a complete daze, trying not the think about much of anything, you move on autopilot to the cafeteria for lunch. The low roar of voices in the full cafeteria was almost nonexistent, you slid your tray along the counter, picking up a sandwich and an apple, sliding your ID card through the slot, then making your way to a table with a few of your girl friends.

You sat in your seat, staring at the saran wrapped sandwich, but couldn’t bring yourself to eat it. Your friend’s voices buzzed around you, knowing that you didn’t feel like talking either, so they gave you your space, and quiet support.

Your eyes wandered across the room, stopping on Hoseok’s normal lunch table although you knew he wasn’t going to be there.  He hadn’t been in any of your classes. Your eyes counted the mops of brown hair sitting at the table, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… Five. One head was bent down, lying on the table.  Your eyes stayed on him, silently praying for him to sit up, to see if it was him, to know that he was okay.

“Y/N, hey. We are going out to eat tonight, you wanna come?”

You broke your gaze from the boy’s table, looking to the voice that was talking to you.

“Ah, yeah. That sounds really good, thanks.” You smiled to your friends as they nodded, continuing to plan tonight and the rest of the weekend’s activities.

Your mind brought you back to the table of five boys, knowing that he had to be there. So when your eyes raised again, his met yours.  His face was sad, desolate.  He looked the same as he does when he’s having one of his really bad days.  When he had been up for more than three nights, with as little as 4 hours of sleep between each of them.  His skin was pale, ghostly even.  Dark purple circles under his eyes again.

His eyes never left yours, even as the bell rang alerting students that lunch was over.

You knew he had been purposely skipping the classes you were in.  That very thought was cutting you to the core.  Your simple confession made your best friend not even want to see you, not even able to look you in the face. What have you done?  You slid into the nearest bathroom, listening to the final bells sound before you sunk to the floor, sitting on the white tiles.  The whole week you’ve done nothing more than suffer.

Going over all the options in your head, you chose staying in the bathroom until time for your next class, skipping something on your own, too embarrassed to walk in during the middle of a lesson.  You knew your face was flushed, your eyes full of tears that were threatening to escape but unable to.  Why couldn’t you just cry? Why couldn’t you just let it out?

You sat in the floor completely distracted by nothing and everything all at once. It seemed like no time had even passed, but that all of time had come to an end.  You couldn’t just sit here, you had to do something.  You stood, smoothing your skirt down before looking at yourself in the mirror, making sure you didn’t look too sickly before wandering the halls, maybe going outside for some fresh air.

You slipped out of the bathroom, slowly walking down the hall before you hear a creak of a door behind you, following by footsteps.

“I haven’t slept.”

The voice behind you was deep, dark even. You could feel your heart beating faster, as if something terrible was going to happen.  You knew it was him, that he was harmless, even in his somber state he was still nothing but delicate, no bone in his body has even wanted to hurt anyone for any reason.

“I was fine.  I was really okay, I never thought you would do this to me.  I just thought that what we had was platonic.  Why did you have to tell me? Why did you have to make me think of you, after all this time?” His footsteps tapped against the tile floor, echoing in the empty hallway.

“You needed to know.” Your voice was shaking, still ashamed from the first time you told him how you felt.  Why would you need to say it again? Why does he want to keep crushing you?

“I knew something about you the minute I met you. Of course I could never tell you, you were so nice to me, I couldn’t fuck that up.  I couldn’t handle fucking up anything with you.  I settled with being your friend when every night I thought about you. I pictured your smile, I heard your laugh. You were the first pure thing in my life.” His voice was softening, no longer becoming the dark spirit behind you, but transforming into the Hoseok you knew.

You turned to face him. “Hobi…”

“Don’t. Do you know what my life was like before I met you? I never slept.  I couldn’t. There was nothing that made me want to look forward to another day. After I met you, I could go home and lay my head down at night and feel at peace. You were like some angel to me, you found me. You saved me.  I never knew what happiness was until I found you and if I lost you, if I lost your friendship or if something happened I don’t know what I would do. I love you.  I love you so deeply.  But I’m absolutely terrified of what that means.  I couldn’t accept what you told me and I ran away.  I’m sorry I haven’t faced you these past two days.”

“You love me?” After everything you thought he hated you.  You thought that you messed up, that you ruined everything the two of you had based off of some irrational feeling.  The emptiness inside you that was left from the past two days was filling again, becoming warmer and softer.

“I do. I’m sorry.”

“You know I’ll never hurt you… I really love you. I thought I was making a mistake. Hobi, please.” You could tell he wanted to smile at your words, the sound of his nickname leaving your lips sounded like heaven to him.

“I know, its a huge risk. And I’m scared, again, but I need you. You’re what I’ve always needed.” His mouth broke into a smile, the hallway turning from a soft grey to a much lighter color.  “By the way, are you skipping your class right now?”

You nodded, unable to control the smile that stretched across your face.  He knew it wasn’t like you to miss a class, a day of school even.  He walked closer to you, pulling you into a hug.

“I don’t want to turn you into someone like me, but how do you feel about skipping the rest of the afternoon? I know you didn’t eat lunch. We can go to the coffee shop?”

You nodded against his chest, feeling your appetite slowly coming back.  Hoseok released you from his arm, and instead grabbing you by the hand, walking you out the school doors, giggling like a five year old.  The sun outside was nothing compared to him.  He was the warmest entity, the embodiment of happiness, and he was all yours, and you were all his. You finally found that right step, landing on the right petal this time.