#and we're out~ dooz!

[scholastic-dragon]

Hi just wanted to say your Rocket x Reader’s mean the world to me if you could ever maybe do another one. Romantic if you can? Maybe Rocket seeing reader bond with baby Groot and it makes him maybe think about her and him having kids? Though it isn’t possible it just makes him question their friendship? And thinks maybe it could be more?

Ooooooo, baby fever 🫣

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

It felt wrong.

This sticky, annoying feeling, stirring in his gut.

Groot simply needed help getting onto the table for the mission meeting. And you'd gently kneeled down, extended your hand and waited for him to step up.

He sat in your palm as you lifted him to the tables surface.

And with the patience of a Saint, you waited until he crawled out of your hand and then returned your attention to Quill.

Rocket, on the other hand, couldn't get it out of his head.

Especially now, laying in bed in the middle of the night, tossing and turning not being able to sleep.

Eventually, he did dooze off, but you didn't leave his mind.

He found himself in the ship, in a large open space with you at the dining room table.

"Y/n?" He asked, walking up to you. You turned, holding three little raccoon babies in your arms.

"Hey," You smile, handling the babies with a concerning amount of grace. They squirmed and whine softly, but you rocked them to sleep in your arms.

"What's going-"

"Do you wanna hold one?" You ask, taking a baby off your shoulder and handing it to him.

He panicked, taking the baby and staring strangely at it. It obviously looked like him, but this baby had your eyes.

They were....

"Are these...." He looked up at you. "Our babies?"

You smiled. "Of course," You kneeled down, cupping the side of his face. "We're a little family,"

You leaned in to kiss him, your lips inches away from his-

A loud pounding outside his door woke Rocket up, covered in warm sweat and breathing heavy.

"Rocket! Wake your ass up! It's your turn to pilot the ship!" Quill yelled through the steel door.

"Alright, Quill, I'll be up in a few!" Rocket sighed, putting his head in his hands.

This was going to be an awkward day.

[chickadooz]

tl;dr I've made a new goal for a replacement laptop again because my current one sucks so much that it actually became a hindrance when we were recently threatened with evacuation from a nearby wildfire. While that was thankfully thwarted, it was a violent reminder that I really, really need a new one. You can support me by tipping me, buying digital photos from my Ko-fi shop, or in my INPRNT shop. Every little bit helps immensely, so even if you can only spare $1, I would really appreciate it. 🧡

The full post that I made on Ko-fi is under the cut. I'd really appreciate it if you read it all for full understanding of the situation.

It's been some months since I had to give up on my goal of saving up for a new laptop in order to buy new equipment and expand my horizons, but we're back here again because things are even more dire.

When I talk about how my current laptop is literally being held together with tape, I'm not kidding:

Without the tape, the monitor is slowly cracking and peeling apart. And it's been through the ringer with a lot of internal components including (but not limited to):

A RAM card slot dying, forcing me to get a new stick that combined the total RAM of the other two and pray the other slot never dies

Replacing the wifi card

Replacing the battery

And it has a whole host of other problems too, including some that just came pre-packaged with this specific model.

As well, recently having to pack all my belongings while anticipating an evacuation order due to a nearby out of control wildfire, I was really wishing I had a laptop in better condition. Because of the monitor/lid cracking and coming apart, I can't actually close it normally. It's permanently stuck in the open position because trying to close it will likely break it permanently. I can't fit it into a case, so it would've just been free-ballin' it in the car, at risk of even greater damage.

When I talk about replacing it, it doesn't come from greed or the need to have the hottest new tech every year. I take good care of my belongings, especially the more expensive ones like this, but unfortunately when you buy bargain bin stuff, well, that's what you get.

So I've brought back my goal for a replacement, and intend to cover the cost of the lens filter I want through selling some stuff on eBay that I no longer want. I've set the goal to $800 USD because that should be enough to get one that won't fall apart and can actually run stuff like Photoshop and Lightroom. Y'know, so I can stop editing stuff on my phone like a zoomer.

If you're interested in helping me achieve this goal, here are a number of ways you can help, along with sharing my posts, of course:

Leaving a tip on Ko-fi

Buying something from my Ko‑fi shop

Buying something from my INPRNT shop

Thanks for reading, and I appreciate any and all help I get. Everything I get to do is because of people like you. 🧡

[yuzurk]

Sunday Stream - back in bitsies Game: Vagante 7.992 watching | 45.910.139 total views

“Wassup everyone! This is Yuzu ~ Did you miss me?!”

As she sits down in her chair, the feeling of failure is a little less present. She had joined for the challenge alone but part of her of course can’t help but feel disappointed she got eliminated so early. She can only imagine how her parents must be laughing at her right now. With a sigh she rubs her face and rolls her intro, getting ready to stream.

This was good, this felt like home. Here she was happy and nothing could hurt her. The comments keep streaming in and even if she doesn’t support anyone getting angry for her sake, it feels nice to read the chat being supportive and plotting to burn the mnet building down. 

“Hello friends,” she greets enthusiastically when her intro is done rolling, a smile on her lips and glasses on her nose. Her hair is tied into a messy bun and she looks cozy and tiny like she always does. When more and more comments keep pouring in, supportive, happy to see her or just telling her to fuck mnet she can’t help but laugh. “Y’guys... yer the best foreal. I dun like wanna talk ‘bout the show too much? Unless y’got questions? It was like... it was a survival show. Playin’ a From Software game is kinda the challenge level y’got there folks. I was already surprised I made it past the first round so we’re gucchi! Oh PhantomThiefBard comin’ in with the bitsies?!”

“If given the chance will you try for an audition again?”

The streamer tilts her head, inhaling a sharp breath through her nose. “I’m not sure to be honest- It’s like tryin’a dark souls zero deffs playthru. Foreal. The gamer within me dun wanna back down from the challenge but... do I have the same dedication to this whole idol business like I got to gamin’ and my streamin’ stuff? Ehhh I ain’t so sure ‘bout that. For now I think I’m good to be back here, gamin’, streamin’ for ya guys 4 days a week n’ goofin’ round with my fellow gamin’ nerds. Speakin’ of which- we’re gonna try vagante today! So that’ll be a fun experience. I heard the game’s real fun and cute to play so~ leggo!”

[taeyamayang]

prologue

Red Moon

PAIRING: kozume kenma x hinata shoyo

GENRE: fluff, romance, body switch, and asian culture

WARNINGS: none

STATUS: on going

a/n: read the prologue if you haven't yet,, it gives you the background of the story

part one

"we're not telling anybody."

kenma, in hinata's body, says breaking the silence that lingered between their stares. hinata kenma's face crumpled in confusion unaware of how their situation will work if they won't tell a single soul from training camp. it's not like they won't spare each second next to nosy boys. they will surely know something is off.

"yet." kenma continues. "we'll try to figure this out by ourselves first." hinata nods. the latter's mind empty from thoughts.

the door connecting to the main building squeaks open revealing a woman whose hair is as dark as the midnight sky. pushing her glasses back to the top of her nose bridge she calls for hinata's attention.

"hinata-kun, come back inside. the doors need to be locked right now." kiyoko's voice is loud enough to wake the doozing birds on the tree. hinata in kenma's body shifted his head to the side peeking through the shoulder of the boy in front of him.

"yes, im coming." he says. kiyoko startles as he hears kenma's response while the boy looks at her straight in the eyes.

"oh, i didn't see you there kozume-san. you should go back inside too." a hint of surprise coated her voice. hinata is taken aback of his instinctive response. right, kiyoko is karasuno's manager and now that he is inside kenma's body he is no longer under her supervision. fortunately, kiyoko didn't mind kenma's response. she pulls the door close leaving the two by themselves again.

"we should try not to talk for the whole night. that will keep us safe from suspicions." kenma utters. the now half blonde boy looks at him intently before speaking.

"that won't work for me, i mean you. since you are inside my body. kenma, you know i speak a lot. i bicker most of the time with the boys, especially with kageyama." by just thinking of the possible amount of energy kenma has to waste on socializing wears him off.

"ill pretend you're sick and just go straight to bed." he says coming up with a quick plan.

"okay then ill use your devices to see if the blog has restored. ill find a way to bring us back."

"i'll do too."

the two boys push themselves up from the cemeted stairs. kenma wobbles in hinata's legs.

"how are you so light?" he uses the pillar next to him to steady himself. hinata stretches his back into an arc making his bones crack from the sudden motion.

"when's the last time you stretched, kenma?" the boys lock eyes before giggling to themselves.

"we are taking this whole situation oddly calm." kenma says as he leads the two of them to the door.

"im not calm. who says im calm? im panicking right now but your face is calm. how do you do that? it's like your whole facial muscle is wired to make minimal expressions." hinata says as he throws his hands in the air in a form of gestures. kenma stifles a laugh keeping his eye down on the ground as they walk their way to the door.

before they partways they decided to make a mental list of rules and reminders for each of them. the list consists of informative things about their personal night routine or their usual responses when dealing with the members. surely, they both are part of a volleyball team but their teammates are different.

each team has a designated room which makes the whole body switching situation more difficult since they can't keep an eye on each other. hinata recalls the list in his head as he inches his distance to the common bathroom near nekoma's room. remembering kenma's last wish before separating ways.

please brush my teeth

he has kenma's toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste in his hand. thankfully acquiring these tools from his hygiene kit was easier than he thought. well, that's mainly because fukunaga was the only person inside the room. hinata rushes inside the bathroom hoping no one from nekoma or bokuto sees him walking by the hallways. he quickly finishes his duty before stepping out of the bathroom. upon exiting he hears a choir of laughs echoing from kenma's team along with kuroo's voice accentuating the conversation. he recalls kenma's words in his head.

kuroo, yaku, tora, and lev. if you see them run away and go straight to bed but if a situation is impossible for it just don't look at them and dont talk.

and so he did. he enters the room barely batting an eye at them. in his peripheral vision he sees kuroo with yuka and tora conversing as they dry off their hair from shower. bingo. 3/4 of the people i have to stir away from is already here, he thoughts. hinata goes straight to kenma's bag. he glides in the tools inside his hygiene kit before settling down to his futon, which kenma generously located through words during their walk to the door earlier.

"kenma." tora says , "I heard kiyoko-san talked to you. she asked you to come inside the building with hinata. you have no idea how lucky you are to have an opportunity to converse with a goddess like her." hinata sideeyes him looking at the boys through his blonde hair. they're sitting in a form of a circle as they chatter. he repeats kenma's words in his head.

don't talk to them.

keeping his promise to kenma he holds himself off from uttering a word to them. kuroo snickers knowingly pressing an issue hinata is unaware of.

"so you were with hinata? where?" kuroo says earning a confused frown from hinata. albeit, the latter still not looking at them.

"yeah, he was. i heard from tanaka that they were sitting next to each other outside the gym." tora nonchalantly says earning a dragging ooh's from yaku and kuroo. not knowing how the conversation will roll out hinata focuses on keeping his mouth shut.

"here's the real question." yaku takes over giggling between sentences "who do you like more kuroo or hinata?" hinata chokes on air when he hears his name. why are they talking about me? was there some 'secret conversation' that involves me? what do they mean by that? hinata can't help but overthink things.

"I dont think karasuno's number ten and i are on the same level, though." kuroo says scratching his chin in thought.

"how so?" tora asks.

"you know what i mean. so, kenma what's your answer?" kuroo's mischievous voice sends hinata on an alert. the group has gone unexpectedly quiet as they wait for his response. he has to say something. hinata wishes for a distraction; wishing the heavens would send someone from nekoma or anyone that would save him from this conversation. this is the dead end. he's left in the dark. anything he says after this will definitely have a ripple effect in the future.

and as if fate has decided to side with him. a voice of someone way too familiar to him blares inside the room.

"kenma, let's sleep together." an orange-haired boy appears by the door. his one hand gripping on a dry towel and his legs apart as if he was being chased by a predator. his eyes are round and big. hinata wonders what could possibly go wrong at karasuno's room for kenma to end up like this.

"ke-, hinata." hinata utters. his eyes filled with surprise unable to come up with a response to the bewildered boy.

"there goes our answer." kuroo says.

continue reading

a/n: ill try to update everyday,, thanks for reading!