#back away from the nerd XD

[drcomttheo]

Hi, first of all I really like your work <3

Could I ask for a short story with Matteo and hufflepuff reader in a hogwarts setting (but more college style). The reader is shy and awkward in social situations in general, and is oblivious of any romantic instances. I would love to read something soft and fun where Matteo is trying to actually flirt with the reader, but they think it is just friendly banter. Maybe some of the Slythering gang is nearby and are just enjoying the show and betting on the outcome XD Even better if there are books involved or simply a bookish setting.

Thank you :)

MATTHEO RIDDLE x YN

summary: You are a reserved Hufflepuff just trying to study. warnings: Fluff words: 1418 a/n: Hope you enjoy, anon! Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍

Hogwarts had now offered higher education; after the seventh year, you could continue education for university—still within your assorted house—and you were a Hufflepuff.

You were in your third period of the day, which happened to be private study, so naturally, as the bookish reader you are, you found yourself within the confines of the library, trying to catch up on your studies.

This changed when a sudden influx of noise caught your attention, prompting you to shift your gaze to the tall double doors, where you saw Mattheo accompanied by the rest of the Slytherin gang.

The resonant thuds of their footsteps echoed through the air as they made their way into the library. Mattheo, the ringleader of the group, drifted a bit from his companions, meandering through the aisles of books. He plucked a few volumes from the shelves, his face betraying a disinterest as he skimmed their pages.

Your eyes flickered toward him at intervals, each moment drawing him nearer and nearer.

After a brief interlude, Mattheo discovered himself positioned directly before you, where you sat.

Little did you know, he was already well-acquainted with you, having noticed your wandering gaze every few seconds, prompting him to gradually draw nearer.

At that moment, he stood above you, a commanding presence, and he released a deep, deliberate sound from his throat.

“Busy studying?” Mattheo's gaze pierced through the pages of the book, his intense dark orbs flickering up to meet yours. A brow arched in playful curiosity, an amused smirk danced across his lips, hinting at secrets only he knew.

"Yes... I have an exam next period..." You said, your voice warm and inviting, a friendly smile gracing your lips.

Before you could utter another word, he had settled into the chair beside you, an eager glint in his eyes. He laughed a little because he thought you were shy yet nice. Then he leaned back in the chair and put his hand on the armrest next to you.

"An exam, huh? I don't care about those; they're all a bunch of rubbish to me." He answered with a sleepy smile on his face.

"Well," you began with a laugh, "I care about my grades, and I also like the subject. But what are you doing here if you're not studying?" You questioned yourself as you cast your eyes around the library, and once you did, your gaze came into contact with some of the other Slytherins that sat on the opposite end of the library.

"Eh, just a bit bored." Mattheo lied, glancing over to where his friends sat a few tables away. He could tell they were trying to discreetly look over at you and him.

He sighed before diverting his gaze back towards you, a smirk spreading across his face. "Besides, I saw you sitting here all alone... figured I'd keep you company."

"Okay... that's fine then..."

Mattheo let out a soft chuckle, his arms folding across his broad chest as he reclined once more in the chair.

"I must say, I'm surprised I've never really noticed you until now," he admitted while his eyes continued to wander over your body.

"That's okay! I tend to keep my head down and mind my studies!"

"Ahh, a studious one, huh? I like it." He mused, his smirk growing wider. "Cute and a nerd."

He leaned closer to you, a mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes, and lowered his voice so that only you could hear him. "I have to admit, I've always had a bit of a thing for the smart ones."

Your brows knitted together ever so slightly, warmth creeping into your cheeks, and a small smile tugged at your lips—he was merely being friendly; surely, he extended his kindness to all. However, the moment felt different when you locked eyes with Draco Malfoy, who was playfully nudging Theo Nott while they snickered in their small group.

Mattheo caught the direction of your gaze as it wandered towards his friends, and with a subtle roll of his eyes, he released a soft scoff. "Ignore them... they're just being idiots." 

“I see that,” you murmured, your gaze drifting back to the pages of your book, yet in that moment, Mattheo leaned in closer and quietly closed it, interrupting your thoughts. 

He wore a sly smile, his eyes locked onto yours. "Now there's no need for that... I prefer your attention to me, not your book." He playfully teased, his other hand gently coming to rest upon your knee.

You glanced at him and then went down to your knee, and within a matter of seconds, you quickly picked his hand up and placed it back on the table.

"I don't know what you are talking about..."

Mattheo's smirk deepened, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes as he observed your swift reflexes, intrigued by your valiant effort to silence him. 

"Playing hard to get, are we?" He chuckled, his voice low and smooth. "No need to be so uptight, love. I just want a bit of your attention, is all."

Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you gathered your books, clutching them tightly to your chest. Rising from the table, you felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirl within you.

"I need to study! I'm sorry! I don't mean to be rude..." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a fleeting moment, Mattheo's expression softened, and a gentle chuckle escaped his lips as he observed your bashful demeanor. He couldn't help but find your bashfulness endearing.

"Ah, no need to apologize." He uttered those words, reclining once more in his chair. "I'll back off for now. Wouldn't want to get in the way of your studies."

Your smile lit up his face, and then your gaze shifted to his companions, who seemed to be amusing themselves.

"What are they laughing at?"

Mattheo's eyes flicked to his friends, a fleeting hardness crossing his features. "Like I said, they're just a bunch of idiots. They're probably just amused by the fact that a smart person like you isn't falling for my charm." With a scoff, he rolled his eyes, a gesture laden with disdain.

His charms? You thought to yourself, was that what he was doing? Flirting?

Mattheo let out a soft chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he observed the dawning realization that spread across your face.

"Ah, I see you are beginning to understand. Took you long enough." He leaned forward on the table once more, a playful glint in his eyes as he teased. "You must know people usually fall at my feet, right?"

"I'm sorry? I'm not sure what you are talking about."

Mattheo's lips curled into a smirk, a glimmer of delight dancing in his eyes as he reveled in the playful exchange.

"Let me clear it up for you then." He said, his tone bordering on cocky. “Want to go out with me?" He inquired, casting a fleeting glance at his friends.

They were silently forming words you couldn't decipher, their attempts to conceal their broad smiles failing miserably, and as Mattheo turned back to you, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "I guess my friends are anticipating your answer as well."

"Me? What? I—sure?"

Mattheo's smirk blossomed into a genuine smile at the warmth of your acceptance. "Great." He said, his expression softening momentarily. "How about this weekend, then? I'll meet you by the Black Lake after dinner on Saturday."

"That's fine..." you murmured softly, cradling your books against your chest, striving to quell the warmth rising to your cheeks and to regain your composure.

Mattheo caught sight of your flustered expression, a grin spreading across his face as he reveled in the delightful way you were behaving. "Looks like I've got you all flustered." He playfully taunted. "Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you want me to."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips in response to his words, and in that fleeting moment, he returned your expression with a brief yet warm smile of his own.

"I'll see you then, then," you said quickly as he rushed out of the library past his friends; we were clapping slightly.

Mattheo let out a soft chuckle, a smirk lingering on his lips as he watched your hasty retreat. As he turned to look at his friends, they gave him a sly grin in response.

"Looks like you scored a date, mate." Blaise playfully nudged his arm, a mischievous glint in his eye.

[teecupangel]

(sorry in advance, I've been stewing over this for so long that this will be a long one xd)

I was re-reading your fics on ao3 again (sue me, im starved for desmond time travel content) and whilst reading Eagle of Alamut's description i realised '...wait a damn minute, it is true! all of Desmond's knowledge on past is from his ancestors!' (not everyone is as big of a nerd as shaun). Cue weeks of relentless daydreaming over Desmond in Reneisance Italy trying his damnest to lay low... but: 1) he does not know what is socially acceptable at the time (clothe and behaviour wise)

2) the animus likely shielded it's users from the more... er.. unsaviory historical accuracy (child marriage, smell, violence and mistreatment towards the poor, women, disabled)

3) politics, culinary arts, medicine and money value from that era are not common knowledge (or even fully known to todays historians)

4) Ezio was not known for his subtility...

...so while desmond may know who to strike in order to protect Ezios family from getting executed, what places he may know to avoid if he wants to avoid attention from the italian brotherhood.

He does not know what he was getting himself in to when he decided to travel back in time.

I can just imagine him thinking that he can finally retire and live his life, but then BOOM here comes the shock of sociatal injustices! religious violence! inequality! horrendous mistreatment of beggars and disabled people! and as a good man raised in the 21st century he obviously can't, in his right conciousness, just turn his back on these issues, on these people.

So here he is, in Rome of all places, doing his best to atleast stay hidden from the Auditore's, and consequesntly, the Italian brotherhood's, detection, as he stalks the bright rooftops of Roma as histories (probably) very first assasin turned vigiliante!

I can just picture him at one point or another, getting mistaken for a Spanish assasin and his only attempt at 'confirming' (read: encouraging misleading rumours), is to use the very little languistic knowledge the American education system has bestowed upon him. cue him very awkwardly trying to immitate a Spanish accent/ speak in Spanish. or just, you know, say the only words every student knows, 'Feliz Navidad'.

It would be so funny if Desmond’s Spanish are based on:

1) what little remains of Ezio’s Spanish (maybe on par or even worse than his French)

2) Basic Spanish that he learned on the Farm

3) Spanish songs he heard

So people think that Desmond is eccentric.

And Rich.

Because Desmond wants to help people but he doesn’t want to be seen as an Assassin so…

He becomes a supposed rich Spanish (Arabic would have sent a red flag to the Brotherhood) noble who came to Rome to live a life away from his ‘family’.

Why is he ‘rich’?

Well, killing nobles and other ‘evil doers’ will flag the Brotherhood as well so it would be better to just…

Leave certain incriminating evidence in the doors of their enemies and let them duke it out. Hey, if some things go missing while they’re too busy with their enemies, that’s just collateral damage.

Also…

Sometimes, things go missing when some people get into accidents.

It’s easy to buy the impoverish area in Rome. It’s a bit challenging to get doctors to treat them.

Until Desmond flashed the right amount of money, of course.

Desmond manages to stay under the radar by being part of the upper echelon.

An eccentric foreigner who helps the poor and sick out of the goodness of his heart.

Or… because he apparently believes that the way to heaven is through good will and not… paying the clergy.

Desmond knows that being seen as completely good is a bad thing as well so he lets rumors spread that he’s an opportunist who heals the sick and protects the weak to receive their loyalty. He gives them salary to become his guards (not that he needs any) and people whisper how loyal the poor are to someone who gives them bread.

And to hammer in that “no, Ezio, I am absolutely not connected to the Templars BUT I’m also not going to be a good ally, just leave me alone!” plan he has, he becomes a patron of the art.

Sexually progressive art.

The church hates him but tolerates him because Desmond does ‘donate’ (jokes on them, he donates what he stole from the church) and the artists love him because he commissions stuff with the same thing over and over again “whatever you want to paint/sculpt/work on but I want the Borgia men getting fucked in the ass while Lucrezia Borgia watches”

He’s not rich enough to actually be a threat (especially after Ezio starts wrecking shit up) and he keeps to himself most of the time.

But, of course, life always has it out for Desmond and he comes face to face with a wounded recruit at the edge of his property and…

Well…

He only wanted to heal him then send him on his merry way.

He didn’t expect Ezio to come barging in thinking said recruit has been kidnapped by the eccentric ‘possibly sexual deviant’ Lord Miles.

[cottonlemonade]

hi!! could i get a medium roiboos tea for here with tsukishima

Two Nerds Being Married

warnings: spoilers

request: fluffy night in with husband Tsukishima

“No, listen. I hate this scene and here is why. From a purely ethological standpoint, any predator worth his salt would not leave a sure meal behind to waste precious energy on chasing much smaller prey like this!” You gestured at the dumb T-Rex on TV, your voice getting heated. Your husband Kei fixed his glasses and regarded you with amusement as you went on.

“There is a perfectly good dead triceratops right there! Sure, of course he would chase the little humans away. I get that. For a few steps maybe. But there is no way he would pursue them for that long! Go back to your food, you dingus!”

“May I point out that you wanted to watch Jurassic Park?”

“I did. But when I asked you to put it on I thought you’d choose the first one! The masterpiece! Not the third one.”

You slumped back onto the couch and into his arms, feeling his shoulders shudder with suppressed chuckles. Turning to look at him, realization dawned.

“You knew this would annoy me, didn’t you?”

And Kei burst into laughter. It took him quite a while to regain composure.

You crossed your arms and grumbled, “Just you wait until I tell all your friends and coworkers that you would love to be Ben Stiller in Night At The Museum.”

Kei choked, “Hey, I told you that in confidence!”

“Well maybe, if I had a husband who wouldn’t intentionally bait his wife into rants I might reconsider.”

“Maybe you need a different husband then.”, he deadpanned.

“Maybe I’ll tell Hinata how much you missed him while he was in Brazil.”

Kei froze, then immediately pulled you close, setting multiple sweet kisses on your cheek, forehead, nose and lips, giving your soft figure a loving squeeze for good measure.

“I love you very much, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

a/n: I feel very strongly about that third Jurassic Park movie in case you couldn’t tell xD this was such a fun request! I hope you enjoyed it ^^

[panravenc]

If u don’t mind can request munetaku : love letter , basketball match , love confession.

thanks for the request! as i've said, i only take one prompt per drabble, and in this case i chose "love confession". i hope you like it!

“Another love confession?”

Kirino’s question shakes Shindou out of his thoughts, and he looks towards his best friend. Kirino has an eyebrow raised and nods towards the girl that’s just walking away, and Shindou shakes his head in response.

“No, she was from the orchestra. Why?”

Amused, Kirino scoffs and points towards their school’s gates. Shindou turns around only to see Ibuki with his arms crossed, frown evident even meters away. A smile inevitably grows on his lips, before the implications of Kirino’s words catch up to him.

“Why would Ibuki care?” He asks, skeptical. “He’s only here to play football.”

Kirino snorts. “He’s here for you. Don’t be obtuse.”

Shindou feels his cheeks heat up, but refuses to blush at the thought of Ibuki liking him back. They’re friends, and that should be enough. “You’re imagining things.” And with that, he starts to walk towards the gates.

“I’m really, really not.” Sounds dry behind him, but after a sigh, no more words come out of Kirino’s mouth.

When they both reach Ibuki, Kirino hastily says his goodbyes―something about meeting up with Kariya―and leaves them behind with a wink and a teasing smile that Shindou can read perfectly. Go for it, it says.

It’s utterly unhelpful.

Rolling his eyes, Shindou gives his focus back to Ibuki. But the latter is frowning at him still, irritation creeping on his face. “Something wrong?”

“No.” Ibuki spits out. And then, a second later: “Who was that girl?”

“Inui-san? Just a member of the school’s orchestra. She wanted to ask if I could help out the new pianist; she’s having difficulties with part of their new repertoire.”

“Nerd stuff, then,” Ibuki mutters with a sigh.

“Why? And it’s music, not ‘nerd stuff’.”

But instead of answering, the older boy just turns away and starts walking towards the riverside’s field, where they’re supposed to be meeting up the rest of the Earth Eleven’s team.

His voice drops into that authorative tone he held as a captain. “Answer me.”

“It’s nothing,” Ibuki tries to shake him off. “Is curiosity a crime, now?”

Shindou raises an eyebrow, not believing him, but when Ibuki remains silent, he relents. “Alright. Did your curiosity get sated, then?”

“Enough,” he shrugs.

They walk in silence, at first a bit tense, and eventually just a comfortable one. The sky starts to tint with sunset oranges, and Shindou―watching him from the side―thinks Ibuki suits those kind of lights.

Somehow, it reminds him of the day they spent lost in Gurdon’s volcanic mountains.

“Would you have accepted it, if it was a confession?”

The question throws him off as much as Kirino’s earlier one had. And this time, because it’s Ibuki asking, he can’t help the nervous, fluttering thrum of his heartbeat.

“No. Why?”

Ibuki frowns, teeth picking at his lower lip. “I―” He stops himself, before facing away from Shindou, eyes forward on the road. Then, side-ways, almost shy: “You won’t accept any confessions, right?”

He shakes his head. “No.” Not unless it’s yours. “Not from any of the girls at school. Again, why?”

“I just don’t want you distracted from our games.” He faces Shindou with a smirk in place, with the sun behind him, with see-through bluster that couldn’t hide his blush if he tried. “If you stop looking at me, I might just beat you at it.”

It feels, a little, like his heart might explode; and he smiles, helpless. “I won’t.”

Ibuki scoffs. “Good.”

Shindou laughs, unable not to. Maybe Kirino isn’t imagining that many things.

i hope you liked it!! you, and any other person still reading our beloved munetaku in the year 2025 XD. anyways, here it is. a little drabble with munetaku mutual pining (what i like best lol). it's not edited so if there are any mistakes, my apologies. english is not my first language ;;

thanks for reading,

―pau.

[raileurta]

You mentioned expanding this AU into different continuities and it just reminded me of the fact that technically rescue bots and prime are in the same universe (and also ghosts are canon???? Like human ghosts). Do you think unicron keeps tabs on the kids initially just to try and convince them to go full feral but eventually comes to just like talking to them? Like he starts out with the whole “you’re right on his shoulder, you’re so close, that spark must be mighty tempting.” And it eventually becomes stuff like “you need to drink more water” not cause he cares or anything, it’s just that his little spark eaters can do more damage if they’re in good health (sure that’s the reason).

Thinking about how you mentioned Wheeljack and Bulkhead squirreling away immobilised mechs and like, do you think unicron is lowkey helping them out with that? Like, “wow that’s an awfully convenient hiding spot for this mech. Not gonna think too much into that.” Hell, do you think he’s kinda fond of them in a way? Like he’d never admit it but he’s kinda like “well…even if they are creations of primus…they are helping feed one of my spark eaters…so they get a pass…for now.”

(Lowkey very tempted to write a little horror drabble from an immobilised mechs pov about that cause the potential is very interesting. listen I’m a nerd who will always fall for horror and angst tropes lol)

You’ve mentioned being willing to talk about messenger/metamorphosed humans appearances so I’m kinda curious about what impacts their appearance. Like I know you said insect wings aren’t really viable but hummingbird wings kinda work in the same way 👀. (Double hummingbird wings???) Is it straight “biology” based on the traits they already had or does the humans personality impact their appearance? Since the kids are…y���know, kids, are they done growing after metamorphosis or will they keep growing normally? Or maybe would they grow slower because they live longer now?

Do you think Unicron is trying to convince Miko and Raph to put themselves into situations to allow him to messenger metamorphose them? I figure it needs a specific set of circumstances if only Jack has been “messengered” so far cause he absolutely wants Miko at maximum chaos potential lmao

Anyways uhhhh…I’m a bit brain dead from a 7 hour car ride, here’s some shitty doodles I made cause I thought they’re silly and fun.

(Can you tell I can’t draw?)

Have a nice week!

Firstly, thank you for the fanart. I will treasure it greatly. *Hangs it on my Tumblr fridge* I did chuckle at some of the stuff I saw lmao. XD

Yeah I also forget rescue bots and prime exist in the same universe- (We're not talking about that poor excuse of a sequel that shall be named) it is a little funny as tfp is like the one singular alt edgy older teen at a family gathering.

I do believe after a while on Unicron trying to be the all powerful robot Satan manipulator he…. just kinda gives up. Humans- the kids, let's be real here are quite frankly too stubborn and self destructive to deal with. Especially with people like Miko who's self preservation is in the negatives, and probably beyond that. He is forced into the role of an actual caregiver as he has to drag the kids kicking and screaming into taking care of themselves. He's just so distracted by this he just puts the manipulation onto the back burner then later ultimately decides it's not worth the effort.

Unicron is enabling the hell out of them without actually trying to be caught or admit to doing it. Once he first heard of this happening he was completely on board with it 100%. He just doesn't admit it since he does have a reputation to uphold, plus he's also just a tsundere. He conveniently, “accidentally” just happens to make perfect caves to hide undisclosed large objects a lot, does a few distractions here and there, all kinds of things.

I would encourage you to do so. 🙏 What they are doing is pretty horrifying and it definitely makes you question their morals. However it is a great premise for a horror fic with all kinds of fucked up.~

I don't remember saying that??? I think I didn't? If I did, regardless, consider that retconned. I don't care too much about physics considering *gestures vaguely to the entire tf franchise* and all that. So go crazy.

It's kinda a mixture of their personality, what they represent as a Messenger, and “biology.” I don't want to spoil you as that's a post for the redesigns but there is lots of stuff at play here.

Oh absolutely yes he does. For someone to become a Messenger-

*spoilers*

they have to embody what they would represent fully at a point in their life. Jack, as the Freedom part of chaos, really needed to want freedom. When he was abducted he was caged and subjected to lots of things he was definitely going to talk about in future therapy. Once he was terrorizing the ship he was completely panicked. He was now forced into a body he didn't want or understand desperately trying to evade capture by the decepticons. It all came to a head when he was cornered and before he was set out into the volcano Jack wanted to be free.

Jack needed to be free.

He couldn't believe Megatron has possibly done this thousands of times to various people already. At that moment the once human yearned with all his heart that no one would be trapped like this ever again.

He then was ground bridged and the rest is history.

Have a good few days too. 👋

[cimmerian1275]

Introduction Masterpost 🌊

SUP there! I'm Cimmerian, and I read copious amounts of novels and draw lots of dragons <3 Both fanart, personal art, whatever piques my interests. I dabble in a little bit of photography and write in my spare time!

Things you might be looking for:

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Am i available for commissions?

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Ask about my OCs!

If your just here for the artworks I make C: ->

#my art / #cimmers art #rottmnt

Comics: -> T-rex arms -> Sylas & Jr shenanigans: Ninjago | n/a -> Jr showing Caden the good timeline: Wb dragons? | Ice-tea | n/a -> Trash can compilation: part 1 | part 2 | -> Coming soon?

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Heads up, im hyperfixated on ROTTMNT and anything dragon/gryphon, i ramble about them, i draw about them, i procrastinate about them, they blur together.

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Anyways, hi Tumblr! Im branching out here because I think I live under a rock and I need to socialize and expand my horizons. My account here is probably just for me to indulge in all the fandoms i love, post my fanart somewhere people will enjoy it the way i do and occupy my brain with smth to scroll <3

Aswell as art, I'm slowly fulfilling my hobby of writing >:) I am an absolute bookworm and I have so many ideas I want to put out there and have fun with.

Some other places I inhabit:

DeviantArt

Toyhouse

Art fight I'll definitely be joining in for 2025!

I'm on discord as cimmerian1275, Shellcord 🐢 server <- I practically live there. If you send me a friend req please lmk so i dont mistake you for a bot xD

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I am very much winging the process and using my incredibly inexperienced/nonexistent writing skills, throwing them at a wall and hoping they stick and end up making sense. Goodluck.

My Fics/AUs:

(ROTTMNT) Wait For It AU

Masterpost | Art | Writing

Donnie got double mutated >:) ooOOOOooOo ominous!

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(ROTTMNT) Dragonfruit AU

Masterpost | Art | Writing

DF Raph | DF Donnie | DF Leo | DF Mikey

What if Draxum was a dragon nerd? What if he pulled a 'jurassic park' and brought back dragons from extinction in his effort to create powerful weapons against mankind?

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(ROTTMNT) The TMNT As Oiraons Project ✨ ill find a name for it someday smh

Masterpost | Art | Writing

April | Ruaidhri (Raph) | Morado (Donnie) | Tzaoul (Leo) | Anatolius (Mikey)

Oiraon Art | Original characters in this AU -> Nyad | Sirje

The TMNT (and others from the same universe) as Oiraon's! (Oiraon's are a make-believe Closed Species that just look like gryphons, NOT owned/created by me) Silly gryphons that im very much totally not obsessed with. I did not plan on this happening at all, i accidentally turned Leo into an Oiraon when i was bored and went "Damn this is actually a cool idea, F* it we ball" and decided that ill turn the rest into Oiraon's because i couldnt resist the temptation <3

Yeah, they all (or most) have different names than in the show, partly because id already named Tzaoul, but also to make them fit smoother into the Oiraon universe! I challenged myself to convey their Oiraon version with just looks and vibes alone, i want you to be able to guess who is who without an OG name giving it away >:)

At the moment, Tzaoul/Leo is finished but all secret-y hush-hush because he has exclusive traits that havent been released yet :) and i cant spoil it.

This obscure self indulgent AU lives rent free in my head and i welcome any and all asks, i will word vomit for ages with my ideas n stuff.

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(ROTTMNT) Totally Feline Fine (Ao3)

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(Only authorized users can view it for the time being) Just a little something that lives in my brain rent free, just a little side project/hobby for when I can't sleep, let's see where this takes me?

Leo dies in the PD and gets reincarnated, the fic: featuring Leo's quarter-life crisis! Speedrunning how to be the yokai equivalent of a cat, and figuring out what the flippity fudge he's supposed to do now?!

(My brain can't think of a good summary yet, but I'll probably go back and update this blob of text when it does)

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(ROTTMNT) Been Looking For The Brightside (Ao3)

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(Only authorized users can view it for the time being) Another ye olde 'Leo was raised separately' fic. Leon hit Draxum with the dad beam, planned shenanigans and worldbuilding, just another little something to entertain myself with writing <3

I have a vague plot and a mushpile of ideas for this, bare with me ;3

[themsource]

Some pining fiddlestan? 👀

I was initially going to write some angsty post-show fiddlestan, but I did happen across the whole mystery trio concept where the pines twins and Fiddleford move to Gravity Falls together, so I went with that idea instead ^^;

Hope you like it! XD

Missed Opportunities

Fiddleford looks at Ford like a man possessed.

And Stan can’t stand it.

There had been only one other time that a third person had been involved in the Jersey duo’s lives with any amount of significance, and that had been Carla McCorkle. Stan and Ford had had only one argument about her, and that had been it.

Ford had been laid out, tooth chipped and lip bloody, and Stan had been left looming over him in shock at what he’d done as he’d stared down at his battered knuckles.

She’d been cut out of their lives before you could say ‘Bankrupt’.

Carla hadn’t been so much stolen by Thistle Downe as more like just given away.

Ford, his brother, always came first.

Family always won out over a piece of ass.

So now, even years later, Stan doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t comment on the way Fiddleford blushes as he hands Ford a beaker filled with some strange nerd liquid as their fingers lightly brush. He doesn’t make a face or snort at how obviously flustered the country boy gets in his stuttered responses to his elder by fifteen minutes but dumber in ways of romance by twenty, twin brother. 

No, Stan grits his teeth, and pretends he doesn’t see it. Like he’s looking through plexiglass that wouldn’t so much as budge if he were to dare do or say something about any of it.

He can tell Ford has no clue, or if he does, that he’s clearly not interested. Stanford had always gone on about how romance and marriage, commitment of any kind really, was a waste of time. Time better spent unraveling the secrets of the universe. The same bullshit he’s been sprouting since they were sixteen and Ford had been humiliated to the point of trauma with that damned kissing robot he’d built.

He doesn’t see what Stanley sees.

The slight hitch to Fiddleford’s grin when he finds a solution to a problem, how Fiddleford slightly purses his lips right before discreetly letting loose some chewed tobacco into a small silver cup, the mesmerizing way the sunlight hits Fiddleford’s hair just right to highlight all those fine blonde baby hairs along the back of his neck and bath him in a halo.

More than that though is Fiddleford’s laughter, his thick accent that goes the slightest bit thin when he’s shy or nervous, his blue irises that glimmer with faint specks of copper when he’s caught up in a joke or riddle he enjoys.

He can’t understand how his brother can’t see it.

Doesn’t realize the gift waiting for him on the doorstep if he bothered to open the damned door.

Stan’s gaze tracks Fiddleford as he follows in Ford’s footsteps across the lab, his hand dancing meticulously across his clipboard as he notes down everything his brother says with a blinding smile that could make a cherub green with envy.

When Ford looks down from the machine he’s building to meet Fiddleford’s gaze, Stan feels his stomach twist into a knot. Fiddleford’s lips slightly part as he listens, a silent invitation if any while his eyes widen in an excited bewitchment.

He can’t hear what they’re saying, but he doesn’t need to with how fast Fiddleford’s lips are moving, how high strung he is as he bounces on the balls of his heels and waves his hands around in what Stan knows to be gestures laden with scientific input and jovial emphasis.

The whole time Fiddleford never breaks eye contact with Ford, not even once.

Stanley doesn’t understand why Fiddleford can’t look at him like that. He looks exactly like Ford, if you could forgive the mullet and having an actual sense of style. Truth is, he wouldn’t mind playing second (heh) fiddle to Ford. Stan likes to think he’s charming enough that he could get the taller brunette to fall for him eventually, to see that special something that he obviously sees in Ford, but for entirely different reasons.

It’s such a fucking waste seeing such a handsome man pine after someone that he can’t have.

But on the off chance that Stanley is wrong…

If Ford maybe does notice, and maybe does feel something for Fiddleford…

He can’t afford to screw up by making a move. If there’s one thing he can’t live without it’s Stanford, even if he’s sure he could live without him.

Every day Stan questions if Ford’s invitation to move here to Gravity Falls with him had been of his own accord and not out of some misguided sense of pity, because too often is he left alone to his own devices, too often is he forgotten about over the course of weeks except by Fiddleford.

There’s something dark, and ugly, in his chest.

Stan hates it.

“Stan? Stanley?”

He jolts, his focus snapping back as he realizes Fiddleford is standing in front of him, his sky blue eyes filled with a silent concern that instantly takes that dark ugliness he feels and sends it packing to whatever hell it reared its ugly head from.

“Uh, yeah, w-what’s up Fidds?”

Fiddleford watches him quietly for a moment, long enough Stan feels the fine hairs on his arms raise in silent warning before he eventually smiles.

It’s not that thousand walt grin Ford receives, but it’s enough to make Stan’s heart skip.

“I was askin’ if ya wanted ta go down ta town with me. We need more copper-hyperdelic insulators for the paramensional timespinner.”

Stanley has no idea what Fiddleford just said but he acts like he does as he smirks, “Sure thing bud! We can get all the coppermensional spinners you want!” 

Fiddleford raises a brow, but then lets out that soft laugh that Stan likes so much.

“Well, sounds like a plan, we better get on gettin’ then.”

Stan lets Fiddleford lead the way, taking a moment to peer back towards his twin who for all the world is lost, rapt with attention on his journal and none the wiser to how Stanley stands in the doorway envying him.

A part of him almost wants Ford to look his way, a brooding possessiveness in his eyes as he watches Stan take off with Fiddleford into far distances where he can’t keep an eye on them, knowing and hating the fact that they’ll be alone.

But of course, he doesn’t.

What a waste.

Stan clenches his jaw as he follows Fiddleford out.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

so when do people start connecting the dots that Ash and UpcomingPokemonChampion are the same person lol

I like to think that it happens during his stream, And he's just lamenting over his writing.

"I'm stuck on this one part and it's driving me NUTS, How am I supposed to know what it's like to work in a Coffee Shop. This is supposed to be a GAG!"

WaterPokemonAretheCoolest: I didn't even know you write, fucking nerd.

"Misty, that sentence was atrocious, go away!"

RockDoc: Have you tried turning it on and off again?

"Last time i tried that, you yelled at me for two hours for "Trying to kill yourself" and "Im too young for gray hairs." Go away Brock.

Actress: Maybe you should try working on another scene andnthen come back to this one? Or rewrite the previous paragraph for a better flow!

"Now you're invading my stream?? I will ban you Actress, but thank you for the advice, im hoping that helps some."

--

It defo doesn't take long after that, coffee shop AU from UpcomingPokemonChampion, a commenter named Actress that seems to be disdained by Ash? Like oof

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CoffeeCocaine: COFFEE SHOP AU, SHELL IS SO BEAUTIFULLY USELESS IM FJBDJDJS

UpcomingPokemonChampion: Kalos has utterly destroyed me, we need coffee to cope u.u

CoffeeCocaine: 100% Coffee to cope after that whole scary fiasco. Hopefully now you can unwind!

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UpcomingPokemonChampion: For the sake of my privacy, i am going to delete that comment. But yeah, that's me XD Shiiiiit, i gotta be more careful

CoffeeCocaine: OMG THAT'S SO COOL! Won't say any more to respect, but between everything you do, no wonder you need coffee!

[quitealotofsodapop]

I love and find it funny when people headcanon Wukong as a nerd. He is after all The Intelligent Stone Monkey. I really don’t like this misconception that he’s stupid (I blame Dragon Ball).

It was mentioned that Wukong having a sibling gave him the opportunity to lean more into his shyer and softer side. I also imagine that being the older sibling of an immature younger brother made him grow into being a bit more responsible. Not by much, but enough to notice.

I’m also curious how this slight shift in personality affects Wukong’s relationship with Macaque. In the show, Mac has been implied to have been quite shy during the Brotherhood era. And Wukong’s loud and energetic personality often caused Mac to fade into the background. I don’t know whether or not he minded back then.

But would meeting this still ridiculously powerful yet a bit less rough-around-the-edges Monkey King affect how Macaque carries himself around him and others?

And what about the other people in Wukong’s life? Nezha, Guanyin, the Noodle Gang, the Pilgrims, the Bull Family, and the Brotherhood of dickwads?

Prev.

Luzhen and Wukong have a very Cuphead and Mugman tyoe of dynamic to them.

Basically with Luzhen there to be the assertive twin, Wukong (then "Shihou") didn't feel the need to Pretend in order to make friends or be taken seriously. And of course being the more responsible of the two, Wukong stepped up a bit when it came to raising his younger twin, even though he was only a cub himself.

Irl infant macaques will carry newborns if no one is around to help.

Even when Wukong left to train with Subodhi (something Luzhen didn't even bother doing), Luzhen had to face the reality of what Being the Responsible One was like for his older bro. The second Wukong left, Flower Fruit Mountain seemed to have a million problems at once. Luzhen certainly isn't a politician, but he tried his best to govern their people in the years his King brother was away.

To say that Luzhen was relieved when Wukong returned from school would be an understatement.

Although the Brotherhood had the Seven Sages at the helm, they certainly had other unoffical members - their names kept off the record for their protection. Luzhen had zero interest in the political side of the Brotherhood, but still got involved running intel and generally causing havoc for their enemies.

Wukong didn't have to show off and act the party animal to the rest of the Brotherhood if Luzhen was there to be himself.

Which meant Wukong found himself having more time to bond with the softer-spoken Six Eared Macaque...

Luzhen was ultimately the final boss for Macaque in asking for approval to marry Wukong. Luzhen screamed with joy for his brother, before pretending to act aloof and disapproving. Luzhen's only demand was that Macaque "stick with him through tough times".

A demand that gets echoed during a certain imprisonment under a certain mountain... the break-up isn't the last time Macaque visit Wukong while he's imprisoned. Though things stay tense for a long time afterward.

Yellow Tusk and Peng like Luzhen as a friend, but they agree that he's not the most discrete agent. They choose Wukong over him in leading the charge, something which Luzhen is okay with. Luzhen is lot quicker to ange though, so a sly comment from Peng can quickly turn into a fist fight. XD

Azure's reaction though? It's... concerning. His devotion to Wukong as their rebellion's matyr is unchanged - but now he has a "back-up". Someone to latch onto mentally when Wukong "fails" his expectation of him. Luzhen thankfully is pretty quick to peace out when Azure starts acting "odd" around him, and decides to officially quit the Brotherhood when they denounce Wukong as a traitor.

DBK thinks of Luzhen as another little brother. Being an older bro himself, Bull sympathizes with Wukong when it comes to being the Responsible One. But he also gets along with Luzhen like a house on fire since they've similar boisterous attitudes towards life. Together they share only one brain cell.

PIF is *super annoyed* by Luzhen. Ugh, why is he so disrespectful towards his older brother and acts like he can get away with everything? (PIF's own elder sisters roll their eyes at the irony - Tieshan was The Baby of all the royal Princesses). PIF does get a long a bit better with Wukong, appriciating his quieter soft-spoken side. The two happily have brunches together where they talk about life and gossip about the immortals.

Nezha immediately indentifes Wukong as being a Big Brother, being the youngest of three boys himself. He huffs a little bit when Wukong treats him like he's a younger kid (this lotus boy is older than both monkeys put together) but appreciates Wukong's cool head, especially when he meets Luzhen for the first time. XD

Guantin would still be a tired sister/mother figure towards the monkeys, just amplified by there being Two of Them. She is distinctly aware that while Luzhen is the more "troublesome" twin, Wukong hasn't really had any time to be his own monkey. She thinks Wukong would benefit more from a Journey of spiritual enlightenment than his bro would - mostly because Luzhen would have found a loophole to the Circlet on Day One and there'd be minus one Monk. XD

The most shocked out of the Noodle Gang are MK and Tang - "The Monkey King has a brother!?" Obviously because this is an amazing discovery! It's like learning of a lost mythology figure or hero! And ofc Luzhen soaks up the attention from both of them like a sponge.

Pigsy's overall opinion of Luzhen is an annoyed shrug. Who cares? People have siblings who aren't as fampous as they are. Though his opinion of Wukong is vastly raised. He, like many, had thought of the Monkey King as a drunken, reckless party-animal. But now Pigsy learns that Wukong was just an older brother wanting to become stronger to protect his family and people. And that a lot of the stories of his wild personality were misattributed to Luzhen. Pigsy refers to Wukong with a bit more respect after learning about his twin.

Sandy is cheerful to know about Luzhen. A little brother?! It's so nice that they get along so well! He also recognises that Wukong is a lot more well mentally than if he was on his own - he didn't have to bare the weight of the world with Luzhen at his side. Sandy does get a little annoyed when Luzhen's more inconsiderate actions affect the team however...

Mei is confused. Isn't it like, known that the Monkey King had a brother??? Her family records def mention the little guy - he was the one who broke a bunch of weapons in Uncle Guang's armory. Don't mortal textbooks say that? Either way, she's happy to have a new bud to party with! This monkey man can rock!

Red Son is confused; "There was two monkeys??" Turns out Luzhen tricked him as a baby into thinking that the blue-eyed monkey was just a durable hair clone, and that "Luzhen" was his nickname. Red's whole childhood flashes before his eyes XD

And of course there's the world as a whole having Zero clue that Luzhen is a geniune person... except some mortal who saw his name in a second-hand dragon scroll and decided to use it for his own novel, but thats a story for another time.

[quinloki]

We've had one, yes. But what about second asks?

If this is allowed, may I have the knight-coded men: Dalton, Drake, and Denshiro with somnophilia and White Knight roleplay (idk, it was on the list and it fit but you can be flexible with it)

I'm going to do my best with this one, but Somno isn't a common kink for me (I just mean I don't consider it on my own much), and worse, I haven't given much thought to Dalton or Denshiro ^^;

I'm going to do my best, but my apologies, cause my vibes might be way off from someone who actually paid attention to either one of them ^^;

Somnophilia and White Knight Roleplay for THE THREE D's \o/ (dun dun dun). -- I can't believe we're in the last week of this (roughly) and I'm still getting NEW characters XD

Dalton:

Somnophilia - Yes - It's cold on that island. Snuggling is a great way to stay warm during the longest and coldest nights. And snuggling while buried inside his sweetest sweetheart is even better. It's a good way to keep your blood pumping, stave off that cold with some light cardio.

You'll warm right up once you wake up. His arm engulfing you, the fur of his Zoan form brushing against your skin, one thick, calloused finger urging you to cum against the cock buried inside you.

The knot you're going to take will keep you warm too >.>

White Knight RP - FUCK Yes - I mean, becoming King has to be quite the high, but he was definitely more a white knight before that. The role comes to him easily, and he's more than happy to kneel at your feet and play the part.

It's probably a relief to him, to step down from king and be who he spent most of his life being. Especially if he gets to serve you at the same time.

Denshiro:

Somnophilia - FUCK Yes - The biggest secret keeper on all of Wano will only keep the secret of how sweet a fuck you are when you're sleeping to himself for the briefest of time. He'll wake you softly, and take you gently, and you'll find yourself being ushered back to sleep once you're assured you're safe.

You might feel the cold itch of drying semen in the morning, knowing the sweet dream you had, and the pleasurable ache in your body was from the samurai who can't be caught with attachments. If he has more time to spare you'll find yourself clean, the sweet marks of lips against your skin when you meander into the bathroom to begin your day.

White Knight RP - I guess - He's not a knight, white or otherwise, he's a secret keeper and a charlatan. A dark man of dark means. He's not going to protect you with oaths and flowery words, or even good deeds. He's going to protect you by beheading your enemies and whisking their bodies away in the darkest of quiet nights.

He'll try, for you, because kneeling at your feet is sweet, but he's not a white knight. He's far too ruthless for such a gentle title.

X Drake:

Somnophilia - Yes - Maybe it's the way you smell while you sleep. Or how helpless you look. Or the way that you manage to just lay with your limbs spread out and you can't really blame him.

Well, you could, but so long as you've at least talked about it a little bit (and if you haven't you'll be talking about it soon, cause that first night you accidentally flash him while you're sleeping, he's grinding into a pillow like a horny teenager desperate for it to be you), he'll be buried inside you, trying so hard not to wake you up.

But if you do, there's no reason for him to really hold back after that, yeah?

White Knight RP - Oh god you don't even know - This nerd - this Sora-Loving-NERD is absolutely here for some White Knight Role Play. ESPECIALLY after he spends time being a pirate. Even if he's still under cover when you get together, or if he's been retired, he's just delighted to be the hero he always wanted to be.

And in a way, he certainly was a hero - at least from his perspective. Being undercover like that was hard work, but it got him in with fucking KAIDO, which gave the WG a unique perspective to one of the Emperors.

Whatever his views are on the life he risked by doing all of that (his own, I mean), he's more than happy to be your knight in shining armor. He'll accept kisses of thanks from the lips between your thighs, sweet Prince/ss.

How May I Kink Your Head Canon?

[hoodedjelly]

Pardon the double ask, I’d also love to hear your thoughts on some Inanimate Insanity questions if you wouldn’t mind!

Thoughts on the Shimmers? [I personally find them super fascinating but there’s so little lore to chew on!]

The MePad tragedy… Do you think they could fix him, seeing as they have two very capable people who already built a whole person?? [You can probably guess my thoughts on this XD]

Favourite charcter(s)/character dynamics? I myself have a soft spot for the begrudging-turned-close friendships we see, like with Nickel and Balloon, MePhone and Floory, and Lightbulb and Paintbrush!

I'll do this ask first cause i wanna spice things up and talk about ii now.

Thoughts on the Shimmers? If i'm being honest i don't have any strong feelings about them. when i was watching ii i did get spoiled on bots new look and the whole time i was just like "oh they must come from that egg!" and then the egg became an egg creature from an egg species. So i was just like "OK I GUESS WE DOING CIRCLES NOW????". I was hoping for a really cool looking alien design, but i accepted that they are just eggs. I'm crossing my fingers for the next season to talk about their lore more, and just other alien species maybe since now it is confirmed there are more then just cobs and ii. How did cobs know about the shimmer? was he a fucking space war criminal??? there must be more objects out there that's not made by mephone. it honestly makes me really excited!!! i know they're not going to go straight onto the lore stuff for season 4, but i'm just so excited on who would even be the HOST next season, is there even gonna be a host???? SO MANY QUESTIONS AND IM EATING THEM UP!!!

Thoughts on MePads Death: mepads death was very much a shock for me, i'm in the ballpark where there's no way they're just going to leave him dead, cobs is dead, they can raid his place for parts. there's test tube that can save him. like there's so many variables that CAN save him it just makes sense that he would come back. But they can also be fucked up and evil, keep on going on the theme with "death is forever now" and that starts with mepad. I fear mepad is just another one of those burning questions i can't wait to see get answered on season 4

Favorite character(s)/character dynamics: OH JOY HOW I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS! i do love the bright lights group a lot, fan, test tube, paint brush and lightbulb. Have a soft spot for the final 2, suitcase and knife, but i think that's just because I've been around them the most the whole season. LOVE bot, floor, mepad and mephone4. I'm also very smitten on mephone3gs, i love his whole "space adventuring super hero from the 50s" voice, it's the right amount of cheese for me and i eat it up. My favorite dynamics are just the same fav characters i listed. fan and test tube are just two autistic nerds in love. paint brush and light bulb is a dynamic i constantly eat up "the hot head and they happy one". when i saw them i knew ii got me and there was no escape from my predictable self. i do actually like knife and pickle a lot! mephone4 and 3gs is a dynamic i can't wait to see in the next season. mephone got a new older brother thats a badass space adventuring super hero LIKE COME ON THATS SO CUTE. the last scene with them hugging literally makes me tear up every time. I can only just imagine, depressed mephone just like eating his life away on the couch and sg3 is just trying to help him with his space captain attitude.

anyway here's this little doodle of my fav group that i forgot to post

[possiblystancest]

eyes dart around nervously… how do we feel about diapers… i love ford humiliation and wearing diapers is pretty fucking humiliating LMAO

8ftd8txtitx8 I feel like you know my main bc/ my brain is always diaper brained xD

Because like TECHNICALLY, it's canon that Stan has adult diapers in the pilot

Maybe they were part of some scam to get some extra cash from the government. But when that ultimately went nowhere, he just tucked the package away alongside all his other hair brained schemes. Forgotten as the summer went on.

But, now summer is over, and Stan finds himself reunited with Ford- and a sliiiight issue.

See, Ford had been floating around in the nightmare dimension and other dimensions where their gravity was not the same as this world. Aka, our beloved nerd has some muscle weaknesses ala the bladder

He's pissing himself, not always total accidents, but Ford is finding himself having close calls, underwear dampened from small leaks that had been his unceremonious and only telling of his need to go.

Ofc Ford attempts to hide this problem. Like hell he's telling Stan about this - it's something that'll go away on its own,,,hopefully (it has been 30 years of prolonged exposure to atrophy due to space living and for once, Ford doesn't feel like being an experiment)

*claps hands together* so! One day, Ford is rummaging through a closet to look for any extra wires or something he needs for a project. As he's rummaging, his hand lands on something that *crinkles*. Ford slides w/e fabric was over the item, and there he finds himself staring at a package of adult diapers.

Why would Stanley have these?? Is Ford's first thought. His second thought is how has the diaper industry improved since the early 80s?

Those thoughts are paused when Ford hears Stan returning home. It's a hasty action, but Ford nabs the package and stores it away in his trenchcoat- very quickly going back to his room before Stan can spot him.

It's only later on in the evening that Ford finds himself examining the package. He looks around before carefully tearing into the packaging.

His thumb rubbing the cloth-like material of the diaper. Even alone, Ford's face is heating up as he kicks his pants and underwear to the side- opening the diaper up and standing there for a moment,,,they really should put instructions on these things.

"You're putting them on backwards, Pointdexter."

Ford jumps, head snapping back to see Stan nonchalantly leaning on the door frame.

"S-Stanley, how,,how long have you've been standing there?"

Stan shrugs, "Long enough to tell you're God awful at this," he says as he walks over to his brother.

"Well, pardon me for not having done such a task, ever," Ford mumbles. His body tensing for a moment as Stan takes the diaper from his hands.

"Lay down."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to do this yourself and leak piss all over yourself?" Stan says, a slight tease in his tone as he walks over to the couch-bed, waiting.

Ford's shoulders slump as he moves over to the place where Stan is seated. Soon, laying down as Stan hums that stupid ducktective theme song. But, he won't lie, Stan is incredibly efficient at this, quick hands setting the tapes perfectly so that the diaper laied perfectly over his hips and ass.

"And there we go," Stan says, "one diapered up nerd," as he gives a hardy pat to the front of the diaper, chuckling when he feels Ford squirming against his touch, "lets see how long this one last, seeing how drenched I've seen those pants."

With one more pat, Stan stands up and leaves Ford to lay there with FAR too many thoughts for him to even sort through at the moment.

Ford just glances down at the diaper. The one /his/ brother put him in. He grabs the nearby blanket for an early bedtime- just praying he'd still be able to squeeze into his pants with what's taped around his hips.

Unbeknownst to Ford is that Stan is making a mental note to pick up the thickest diapers available at the shop- they had a 30 year gap, perhaps it's for the best they turn over a new leaf and start back at the beginning,,,in a way-

[moodymisty]

Alright I gotta represent for us in the Rogal Dorn Simp Nation, Misty! This idea fell directly on my head from my old history nerd childhood, we’ve got stories of queens holding down the fort and being badass while the king is away so why not let the lady of the House of Dorn and the Imperial Fists kick some ass??? Dorn’s off doing y’know crusade shit etc etc and gets a frantic vox hail from Inwit (or whatever fortress world she was on) that they’re under attack. Luckily he’s done with whatever his assignment was or has somebody he can trust and leave it to so he can flip Phalanx in reverse and hop back to make sure nothing goes wrong. Only to find his beloved commanding the standing force of guardsmen and marines, not just holding it down but WINNING. On the outside he’s his usual stoic self like “psh yes of course I wasn’t worried, I never worry, this is something I expect her to be able to handle. I am proud tho” but internally he’s like “oh no this is hot” XD. Indomitable warrior queen decked out in armor he probably commissioned for her (always gotta be prepared) making battle plans and laying the verbal smack down on any captains or commissars who are questioning the competency of somebody ROGAL GODDAMN DORN chose to be with. Yeah I think that’d do a whole lot for him 😂

Having soft moments of reflection on his humanity matched against his beloved’s is delicious of course but so is meeting him where HE’S at, seeing how loving him and learning about him would change somebody. And getting to commit some grand old grimdark 40k VIOLENCE is always fun lol

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: We are on the front lines for Wall Husband I will go down with this ship. Boring this bland that fuck everyone else we're right I'm stacking bricks around them

Summary: Stuck in a violent snowstorm on an Imperial Fist controlled planet being sieged, you take command for the first time while waiting for Dorn.

Relationships: Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dorn is your future husband and Alexis Polux is your battle husband it's like a work husband but much more violent, Mentions of battle and death, Typical 40kness, I think I blacked out while writing this I'm sorry

Word Count: 2566

You had known from the very beginning of your courtship that Dorn had wished for you to be a link in his chain of command.

What you hadn't expected, was for your first time in leadership to be completely alone, surrounded by no less than fifty Astartes waiting for orders, and five hundred or more Guardsmen half frozen due to the horrid weather; With a multitude of tech priests working on the various machinery and equipment.

This sun up makes it a week since the siege had began, the distant sounds of bolter fire constant. Sometimes the ground shakes from explosions, pulling dust off the cracks in the brick walls.

Walking down the east hall, you step into the large room that has been made into a sort of 'central command' to coordinate the current forces, stuffed tight with a massive holotable and various tech priests scattered around it. Some are working on fixing any malfunctioning machinery, such as the vox equipment that has had trouble maintaining a signal even on-planet through the storm.

You look around to see if anything drastic has changed in your absence. In the moment, you notice a familiar face; A commissar from the beginning of this week. He has the most command over the Guardsmen under you, having been their only superior before the invasion. Any captains or other commissars had been made to report to him, up until now. His closest in rank subordinate had been killed in an explosion on the first day, and in a morose thought, you wonder if they had been any more palatable than he is.

"Any progress hailing the Phalanx?"

He gives you a curt shake of his head, looking over the shoulder of the tech priest operating the vox equipment. Another harsh whip of wind batters against the walls, howling and shaking the glass windows. It rattles them almost just as bad as the distant explosions do.

"Nothing more than a few seconds at a time. But it should be enough of a message for them to understand the planet is under siege." The Commissar speaks short and stiff, face frozen in a neutral, stoic gaze underneath his uniform and few day old facial scruff. You cross your arms.

He's on his best behavior now, considering his disrespect shortly after you'd taken command had nearly gotten his head rent from his shoulders. He hadn't realized he was speaking to the Lady of the Imperial Fists, but the Astartes that had been in your company to deliver the news of your ascension in duty hadn't given him the leeway he might've thought he deserved. He acquiesced command of his guardsmen to you quite quickly, after that. There has been nary a squeal from him since, nor any of his fellow commissars or guard captains.

"Good. Then we will hopefully have aid soon. For now we need to push them back from the storage buildings before my men run out of bolter ammo."

Not that they can't work with just their chainswords, but long range options remain vital considering the hostile terrain you're all working with.

You hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.

Alexis Polux, a veritable giant of a man, is nearly unable to get through even a doorway meant for fellow Astartes; Though not of his size. His armor is packed with snow at the seams, pauldrons slick with snow melted into a sheet of ice. His thin, blonde hair is quickly becoming wet at the tips, from where snowflakes are melting in the slight heat of the room. Anywhere he walks, he leaves chunks of melting sleet right behind. It has to be almost packed a meter high at this point out there, judging where the worst of it ends on his leg armor.

"Welcome back, Captain Polux." You smile in spite of the situation. It's something that Dorn had said he found- in his own words- 'curious' about you.

He holds his helm in his hands, walking closer to you. He brushes past the Commissar with not even the slightest tilt of acknowledgement. Unsurprising. He'd been there when the man had questioned your acting in Dorn's proxy. Polux is a man of a surprisingly amount of humility and softspokenness, but he is rarely forgiving.

"The storm is getting worse."

You hear another bout of wind howl through the brick and stone, as it continues to dump more snow onto the ground. While the Astartes can traverse it without much issue, it's becoming one for the Guardsmen. They've slowed their advance significantly as the snow reaches their knees.

"Even if we do get aid, they're going to be hard pressed to get anything more than small gunship planet-side; Though it goes both ways. We're all stuck out here in this mess." You open your mouth to continue, but Polux cuts you off.

"They are not built for the cold like we are."

You look up to the massive marine who's been serving as your second in command. Perhaps it wasn't an officially given title, but he's taken it well, and you could think of no better man for it. Especially given that the other Astartes respect him- which makes your orders have less of a weight to them, given they still have a degree of unfamiliarity with you. Your hands rest on the rim of the holotable.

"Finished my sentence for me." He hums as an odd sort of apology, the humor of your response going right over his head. When you let out a soft chuff of a laugh a few guardsmen curiously look at you for a moment.

"It was a compliment, Polux." He stares, eyes flicking across your face as he loudly thinks.

He really is a Son of Dorn.

You resist the urge to smile again, and look down at the holotable. It's been quite the week, but what was once another language has now become nothing but second nature. Putting theory to practice has proved quicker and less frightening that you'd thought, a week ago.

Though you still hope Dorn returns to you soon, turning away from the holotable to receive an update from a guardsmen holding a dataslate.

If anyone had ever asked, Rogal Dorn has remained no different than the stalwart nature he's always had. Though his captains and commanders can hear tenseness in his voice. No matter how phenomally well the Primarch can mask it.

It's been there since they'd first gotten the first of multiple emergency vox hails, only a few seconds long with a barely stable connection. But the few words that had gotten through had made it obvious that the planet was being sieged.

One of their bases was being sieged, a spit in the face of the Imperial Fists.

Even worse, Dorn has no idea as to your welfare.

He'd thought you safe there, the safest you could be other than with him or on Inwit, and now you stand on a world being laid waste with no way to contact anyone off world. He wonders deep in a part of his mind if it was an error on his part.

They're less than a day out now, watching the warp tear by. Dorn stands at the ship's bridge- unmovable. He'll see the planet any moment now when they leave Warp travel, and then can he prepare for what all is ahead of him.

He has the utmost faith in his men and you. However that doesn't mean that a small, human part of him doesn't worry at the idea of you being stuck mid-siege in an unknown location.

He taught you well. He taught you well. A mantra in his head no one else can hear. It is up to yourself to survive without him.

The siege isn't visible from orbit when they arrive, given the massive storm blocking large swaths of the land in a white blanket. It will making landing difficult, but the storm is clearing- at least according to the tech priest currently in charge. Not long after orders are given to begin battering the enemy's battleships as they strike back, shields taking a sizable hit. Nothing the Eternal Crusader and it's crew cannot handle.

But it doesn't feel as if the ice storm is clearing with the way the gunships struggle to remain stable, even with the most competent of pilot. Though they still manage to land on solid footing in one piece, the wind whipping their armor like a flog. Sheets of snow blow across snow already heavily packed onto the ground, covering up the large footprints of Astartes that had been here moments before them. The stone of the steps is barely visible through it all.

Dorn strides forward, the snow sticking to his boots as he trudges through it. He can hear bolter fire in the distance, as well as what seems like the highpowered cannon of multiple Baneblades. A small team of five Astartes follow behind him, two on each side and one directly behind. They have their bolters raised, ever vigilant even well in the safely of their own area of control. Wind rips through his cropped hair and howls in his ears, and for a split second, he perhaps regrets not wearing his helm. Even for a man of Inwit, this cold stings; He can hear the ice and snow crunching in the seams of his armor.

Stepping inside the cathedral, the first thing he notes is the myriad of supplies stacked inside in the aisles, safe from the elements. Guardsmen are looking after them, divvying them out amongst themselves, or delivering them to the Astartes in need of them. Of which there are a few- Imperial Fist guards from before the siege began. Most seem in decent condition; Dorn notes a lack of injuries amongst the Guardsmen and Astartes alike, and how there seems to be an established system amongst them.

He keeps walking through the nave, passing Guardsmen and Astartes who all give him a drop of the head when he passes.

"Primarch Dorn!"

An Imperial Fist Lieutenant calls to him, helmet in his hand. He has blood on his lips from where his skin has split, the cold having whipped his skin dry. Going down the few steps of the ambulatory, he gives a curt nod.

"Lady Dorn and Captain Polux are in the east hall. Central command has been established there."

He affirms to the warrior and turns, walking through the transept and down the hall. The one who'd spoken to him seems to have other duties, and stays behind on the ambulatory.

He can hear chatter in the large, arched hall- it increases until he reaches the door it's bleeding from, and he opens it and ducks to come through. It's just too short for him, but the ceiling inside can thankfully handle someone of his height. It's a thought that is always in the back of his mind.

When Dorn enters the room, the first thing his eyes focus on is you; Leaning over a massive holotable with Captain Alexis Polux standing firmly at your side. He stands like an unmoving guardian, a hand on the pommel of his chainsword. He's the closest to you out of anyone in the room- either out of his own will, or the gargantuan Astartes has incidentally created a personal area of clearance around you both with his presence alone.

"Dorn!"

You say, an audible pep in your voice. The Primarch walks closer and examines the scene in front of him. You appear uninjured, apart from your skin being slightly pallid from the cold.

The Primarch notices how everyone operates around you with a level of assiduity and efficiency, having been giving clear cut duties. There is no arguing, no fighting, everyone both in this room and all around the cathedral operate smoothly. You have a perimeter established, and you’ve been careful to push the advance but not stretch yourself too thin.

You've done well. That much is clear. A part of him wonders if you'd be able to clean this all up on your own, had he decided to simply give you the reinforcements and leave.

Dorn watches as you momentarily turn away from him to speak to an approaching commissar, and he finds himself listening to your confident and assured tone of voice. A thought crosses his mind.

You look beautiful.

All of your inquiries, curious questions and shaking confidence in your ability to lead have all mixed together, and while you might have made different choices than him, he cannot deny your effectiveness.

Dorn decides to speak before he distracts himself within his own mind further. A hold of your hand or to take a kiss of yours are things reserved for private, not here. As much as he might wish to.

"You appear to have done well for yourselves."

You look up at him and give a wry smile, while he glances at the holotable in-between you both.

"It could be worse. I have a squad of Astartes stuck behind enemy lines, but we've pushed the enemy back from the supply warehouses."

This planet has large city buildings that the wind rips around through, unlike the shorter ones of Inwit. The Astartes are fine in their sealed suits and higher body temperature, but the Guardsmen are all struggling. You more than likely are as well, despite holding strong. He can see the chill on your skin, the cracked skin of your lips.

Dorn's reinforcements will provide valuable support to yours, and with their might together, this planet with be rid of the siege.

You turn to order that the men currently in the battlefield get notice that Primarch Dorn has arrived, and that reinforcements are coming. Besides the soon coming tactical advantage, it will provide a well needed boost to moral. With the intense weather, it has surely been lowering. Though your smile and optimistic look in your eyes prove to be a valuable motivator.

No matter how good the orders, often times the way they're said and the person giving them are what matter most.

The Primarch looks to Captain Polux, and gives him a curt nod. The Astartes politely returns a dip of his head in thanks to the silent compliment of his duty. Dorn then looks back to you.

"You and any men injured will return to the Eternal Crusader." You let out a laugh and shake your head. He can hear the rattle of the bolter on your hip.

"Well now that I've started this, I'm kind of keen on seeing it finished before I leave."

Dorn's eyebrows raise ever so slightly, amused by you. He taught you well, he repeats again. Your command over a such a less than optimal situation has proven as such.

The Lady of the Imperial Fists has proven herself not only to be smart, beautiful, and full of humility, but to be stalwart and confident as well.

"Very well."

He'll stay at your side, and judging by his solid stance, Polux will as well.

Dorn very rarely has doubts, but your confidence and ability to adapt have solidified his thoughts that he had made the right choice in you. His 'sons' taking well to your command makes it far easier.

They will have to when you officially become his wife, after all. You have already accepted the title of Lady Dorn, he has no reason to not seal your bond. There hasn't been much else in his life he has been more sure of.

Ignoring any of his more personal desires in the back of his mind, Primarch Rogal Dorn abides by your request, eyes focused more on your lips as you smile at him.

[ridiasfangirlings]

https://www.tumblr.com/foxes-in-love/775915647932809216

Yata/Fushimi?

This is the only way Yata can keep Fushimi off his stupid phone XD Imagine the two of them have moved in together and they share a bed, Fushimi is probably the clingier one so he doesn’t really think Yata would notice if he pulled away to continue to do some work on his phone at night. He goes to bed properly at a decent time — because otherwise Yata won’t stop bugging him until he does — and they both just lie together all wrapped up in the sheets. Fushimi doesn’t mind this too much, it’s nice and warm here by Misaki, but also he has work to do and he can see his PDA right there on the night stand begging for him to take it. Yata’s breathing has leveled off and Fushimi thinks it’s fine, Misaki sleeps heavily anyway so nothing will wake him up if Fushimi grabs his phone for just a minute…and then Yata just drags him right back, not even opening his eyes, murmuring sleepily under his breath. Fushimi finds himself frozen, staring at his PDA just out of reach but Yata’s got a full arm over him pulling him close. Fushimi glances at Yata and Yata’s not even visibly awake, just unconsciously pulling Fushimi’s warmth to him. Fushimi feels his face getting hot and grumbles about stupid Misaki even as he lets himself be cuddled to sleep. 

Opposite version, Yata learns how clingy Fushimi can be even in his sleep. Imagine this like the first night they’ve shared a bed and Yata isn’t really sure what to expect. When they were kids Fushimi didn’t even like it when the Homra guys slept over on the floor, he’s never been someone who even liked to share the room let alone the bed. Fushimi’s had a hard day at work too so he’s pretty tired and Yata feels somewhat relieved when Fushimi falls right asleep, even with Yata sleeping next to him like this. Yata smiles to himself as he’s like well maybe this will work out, if Saruhiko can sleep this well. As he’s sitting there in the dark he spots his watch on the nightstand and figures he’s not all that sleepy himself yet so he’ll just check some messages and maybe play a quick game. He carefully moves away from Fushimi to grab his phone, only for the bed to suddenly shift under him. The next thing Yata knows he’s slightly pinned by a sleeping skinny nerd, who has moved lightning fast in his sleep and is just clinging to Yata like a leech. The watch is now just out of reach and Yata is staring at it blankly as he realizes that Fushimi hasn’t stirred at bit, his face still almost disarmingly innocent in his sleep, but he’s just clutching at Yata. Yata glances back at the watch, well aware that he could probably shake Fushimi off a little to get it, but suddenly he doesn’t really think he needs to check his messages, he can go to sleep fine just like this.

[princess-ibri]

what would you do if you write descendants?

1. Make the kids have like, real names, not based off their parents. Maybe try to pull from the actual fairytales their parents come from?

2. Honestly I’d try and just do that overall, tying it back to the og stories and such

3. I’d actually pair up the VKs with their corresponding HKs, not necessarily meaning romantically pairing but thematically. The kids who’s parents have personal beef should be actually clashing and learning together

4. Have Melody there! Heck have Glauco there. Pull from the deep Disney lore, make it an actual nerd fest for the references and whatnot, use it to celebrate Disney’s long and varied history

5. Not have the whole “The Heroes resurrected the Villains to punish them more”— cuz that’s insane and makes them look incredibly vindictive. If you want them all alive have some Uber-villain resurrecting them and the Isle is their villain base where they all plot on how to attack the Heroes. Maybe they have the kids go in doing a Kovu maneuver, they ask to be taken in away from their parents as an infiltration move, but then they realize “ oh wait…our parents are the Bad Guys and actually treat us all really bad and as cannon fodder actually”

6. Have the Parents be actually decent people like in their movies?? And not have all the HKs be shallow brats, their parents would not raise them that way. And if the only way to make your anti-hero kids look sympathetic is to have everyone else be a Jerk, that’s just lazy writing

7. Not have it be weirdly modern day. If we must have the heroes all existing at the same time and they want a modern’ element, maybe do something like Ella Enchanted did? Like, we have Ye Olde Mall and there’s peasants cranking the escalator xD

Anyway that’s just some basic thoughts xD

[majkuindelululand]

Let Me Tell You a Story

Chapter 1. When everything go wrong

Once upon a time, back when dinosaurs were still cool and Harry Potter wasn’t considered boomer stuff (because no one even knew what that word meant), in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere — like extra nowhere — somewhere in Eastern Europe (ugh, yes, in POLAND), there lived a girl.

This girl hated her town with every fiber of her being, so she spent hours of her life on Play-By-Forum roleplays or writing cringey fanfics about a super obscure cartoon called Huntik. And when she wasn’t tapping away at her keyboard for that, she was tapping away on chat forums for Asian culture nerds — all while trying to be a proper little metalhead who despised pop music and anything that wasn’t Japanese by name or nature.

The girl was cute. The girl was me. And I had a dark, terrible secret.

See… when my parents weren’t home — when there was no chance anyone would catch me and blackmail me for life — I would listen to… ugh. It’s bad, I know. I listened to… SHINee.

Yeah. It got into my bones. Taemin — whose name I didn’t even want to learn at first — was too sweet, their music was so sugary, and Sherlock? That song did weird things to my stomach. Don’t judge me. I was 14.

And ever since then, once a year, during summer break, I’d go back and binge SHINee’s discography. Just because. It was my weird little safe space. And honestly? Perfect music for dancing around my room like a feral raccoon on Red Bull.

But then something went wrong. Something always goes wrong.

Fast forward — I was living on my own, with my tiny daughter. I had my own apartment, could listen to any kind of embarrassing crap I wanted with zero fear of getting blackmailed by my family. So I let YouTube run wild. “Auto-play, baby. Go nuts.” While I… probably pretended I actually wanted to finish my education degree.

At the time, I was back into writing fanfiction — now for The Mortal Instruments fandom. Full-on queer, chaotic content. But hey, let people enjoy things, right? I was loosely pulling Magnus Bane inspiration from Taemin’s fashion and body language… when something new popped up on screen.

At first, I ignored it. I was busy. But then… Not Today started playing — the choreography version.

Wait. Something was not okay.

That rapper’s voice? Why is there so much rage in it? What’s up with this song? Why is my foot tapping to it? It’s clearly Korean. But it’s not SHINee?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

So I looked at the screen. And oh, boy.

That was a mistake.

Chapter 2: Discovering “Who the hell is THAT guy?!”

So yeah. As you might guess, I looked at the screen — and who was there? Park Jimin.

I know, I know. It’s common to start a BTS obsession with him. But you know what still cracks me up all these years later? I could barely stand his existence on screen.

Don’t even ask me why — I have no clue. I just… didn’t get him.

See, I like to think I have a decent read on people. I love breaking down their surface-level stereotypes and playing around with building personality profiles in my head. And usually — terrifyingly often — I’m right. Even if it’s shallow.

After watching a single music video, I already had a rough, extremely superficial idea of the group dynamics in BTS… without knowing a single name. And that’s when I made a decision: That bunny-like, adorable boy? He’s probably a spoiled brat. Yeah, he’s cute or whatever, but even if he danced the lambada on my heart, I would PRETEND I DON’T SEE IT. I would stand firm. He’s not getting my attention. Let him suffer for being that attractive.

RM as the leader? I pretty much guessed that right away. Also, I immediately developed an unholy affection for Hoseok — no idea how, but it was instant. But Jimin? Reminder: I still didn’t know any of their names at this point. xD

Jimin… kind of scared me a little. Do you ever get that feeling when you see a group full of insanely talented people, but one of them just makes something feel off? That was Jimin for me.

At first, I thought it was just “not my type,” you know? The one closest to my type was RM — and that’s if I squinted and took off my glasses. Vocally, my taste leans toward Taehyung.

So what was it? What made me break my own golden rule and actually google their names, even though I didn’t like the feeling Jimin gave me?

Chapter 3: How “that pink one” became “Park f*cking Jimin”

So I started digging. Like, seriously digging. As deep and as often as I could — trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with this weird dude.

And that’s exactly how I got doomed.

I very quickly learned that loving Jimin wasn’t really a choice for me. It was… fate.

Now don’t get me wrong — it’s not like he matched my music taste or anything. Because he didn’t. At least not yet. I hadn’t heard his solo work. And once I did, well — I disappeared into the void and there was nothing left to salvage. Let’s be honest.

But Jimin? Jimin was beautifully dual.

The first fun fact I found about him? He’s clumsy. Like, that’s what the internet tells you right away.

Me? I’m me. I wasn’t interested in basic compilation videos. I wanted to dig deeper.

Why is this good dancer supposedly unable to sit still in a chair? So yeah. I started watching unedited content. Raw footage.

My English — which, at the time, was somewhere between “I might tell you where I live if you put a gun to my head” and “what even is a verb tense?” — suddenly improved FAST. I had no choice. Most sources in my language were just fanfics (and ugh, mostly Taekook — badly written ones too, which explains my later internal war of “NO, MAJKU, YOU’RE NOT WRITING JIKOO— oh sh*t.”)

Anyway. I didn’t like Taekook. Not because I couldn’t feel the gay vibe from JK. Oh, I did. That man reeked of it from the start — so much that I wanted to avoid him in case he contaminated the others.

Tae? Loved him (okay, that faded). He gave me “pretentious younger art student brother” energy. (I’m JK’s age, so sorry, Tae.) My original theory — one I still stand by every time I revisit early content — is that if he had any queer-curious phase, it was aimed at Jimin.

And to be honest? For absolutely irrational, delulu reasons, I believe every single BTS member had their queer-curious moment — and it was about Jimin.

Anyway. When I exhausted all the free unedited stuff, I went full goblin mode and dove into the fandom void.

And you know what? Maybe I’m immature. Maybe I’m blind. Maybe I’m just a fool. But even in completely fanservice-free moments… the way Jikook was Jikook gave me goosebumps.

At that point, I didn’t even fully understand shipping culture. I’d spent my whole life judging it and thinking people should mind their business when it comes to real humans, not fictional ones.

But the thing is… You couldn’t ignore it.

And I realized that if I wanted to understand Park Jimin — not just as an idol but as a person — I also had to dive into that. For many reasons.

First of all… WTF. From the very beginning of BTS, that man has been hilariously focused on the maknae. Second? The moments when Jimin seemed the most relaxed? When he was messing around with maknae line. And JK was always there.

So yeah. To understand Jimin, I had to understand the rest of the members. Figure out how they influenced him. And run them through my usual filter of “Majku doesn’t like people in general, so prove yourselves.”

And that? That was the moment I was done for.

Good music and something different in BTS caught my attention — but something extraordinary in Jimin and the way he connected to the others made me fall in love with the whole group.

Honestly, maybe I just got lucky that I didn’t fall straight into Taekook territory. In the early stages of my obsession, I avoided shipping content like the plague. Later on, I found out that some of the channels I’d been watching for “neutral insight” were actually anti-shippers or (gasp) Taekook-biased.

Even then — I STILL didn’t feel Taekook. Not even if you paid me.

So yeah. That’s my story of falling headfirst into the BTS rabbit hole.

Some clarifications:

I like all of them. I really do. Even if Tae sometimes drives me insane and I aggressively pretend not to see how cute JK is — I like all of them.

Yes, I guess you could say I ship Jikook. But not because I want to. It’s just… knowing Jimin, I literally cannot ignore the existence of Jikook. It feels impossible. Illogical. That man spent WAY too much time telling us something was there for me to just look away.

On the other hand… Actually, no. There is no other hand.