#idk i've wanted to write this for a long time and finally took the opportunity

[sat0sugu-angst]

Heyyy, your work is amazinggg. I was wondering if you can write about reader wanting more praise instead of degradation with bakugo. Maybe they had a bad week and doesn’t feel that good about themselves. While they are fucking bakugo is degrading them but sees that they are not there in the moment so he stops and asks what’s wrong. Then they ask for more praise and bakugo delivers… IF NOT THATS TOTALLY OKAY 

Omg @dreamland03 this one was so wholesome and HAWT 🤤 thanks for the idea lovely 💕

Perfection

pairing: bkg x afab!reader

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used, though bkg calls reader princess), degradation (reader receiving), bratty!reader, hurt/comfort, they're nerds in love idk

MDNI

It had been a hard week. Nothing was going well, you were exhausted and overwhelmed. It has been especially hard because Katsuki was on a mission abroad for the last two weeks.

You'd barely spoken with him the last few days. You felt unsure each time you picked up the phone to call him, worried you might be bothering him, afraid he wouldn't answer.

But he was finally coming home this evening, and you'd spent the afternoon preparing. You would have preferred takeout so you didn't have to cook, but knew Katsuki would like a home cooked meal, so you'd taken the time to cook something really nice, something you both loved to eat together. You'd also dusted, decluttered, and santized nearly the every surface in the apartment so that it'd be cozy for his return.

When he came home, he had every bit the warmth he always had, if not more. He showered you with affection the moment he arrived, barely letting you leave the cage of his arms. Even while you served dinner, he hugged you from behind while nonchalantly complaining about something Kirishima said to him on the flight back (which was completely harmless and truthfully adorable).

It was fun to humor him, though, letting him act like the grump he is for most of dinner, especially when that pout of his was so damn cute. It was amazing what hearing him complain did to your mood, and even he seemed to notice your chipper attitude as you collected the now empty plates to put them in the dishwasher.

"You find pleasure in my pain or what?" He asked, and you found some of his anger directed at you.

You smirked, unfazed. As easy as it was to get him mad, it was just as easy to appease him. "Of course not. I missed you, is all. Just you being here is making me happy."

His eyes narrowed slightly, like he almost thought you might be messing with him. When he realized you were sincere, he straightened up, trying to look more casual even as his cheeks were tinged pink. "Flattery ain't gonna work on me, princess."

You raised a brow at him, a challenging grin on your lips. "I think that ship's sailed long ago, Katsuki. Flattery always works on you. Case in point," You lifted up on your toes, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt, and pressing a suggestive but short kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you looked at him through your lashes and smiled a little.

He grinned. "I've been back for what? Like, two hours, and you're already begging for punishment, huh?" His arms were back around your waist, though his hands wandered lower, squeezing a cheek in each hand.

When you gasped, he took the opportunity to press against your open mouth, his tongue already teasing your bottom lip before he kissed it.

It was quick business getting back to the bedroom. He'd been gone for two weeks, and neither of you intended to waste any time.

You teased each other out of your clothes, and eventually you find yourself on your back, your legs pushed as far apart as you could get them, pussy spread so you couldn't hide the dark spot on your panties that showed how wet you already were, even before he's even touched you there.

"Fuck," He groaned, pressing a kiss on each thigh, so close to where you really need him. "Always so wet for me. You really can't get enough of me, huh?"

You shake your head, looking down to see him ghost over your sex, teasing you with a light kiss to where your clit was, before he pulled himself up so he was hovering over you. He rolled his clothed erection right against your heat, and you let out a little moan. "I really missed you, Katsuki." You nearly whined, wrapping your legs around his waist so there was no room to doubt your meaning.

"You didn't like that toy I got you?" He asked, brushing your hair back so it was against the pillow.

"It's not that, I do like it." You said, trailing a finger along his collarbone. "It's just better when it's us."

He smirked. "Can't say I disagree." He pushed up onto his knees, pulling your underwear down your legs before tossing it somewhere in the room with the rest of your clothes. Before you could even realize what he was doing, he was already running his tongue between your folds, rolling his tongue along your clit. He has you so you're moaning and clenching around nothing, craving the finger teasing around your hole to fill you up. After sucking on your clit, he pulls away with a light pop. "So fuckin' needy for it, huh? Bet you'd love it if it was my cock instead of my finger. But you'll just take whatever I give you, won't you?"

You weren't sure when the anxiety from the last week snuck up on you, figuring it had been remedied by his warm welcome, but there it was.

And it wasn't like he didn't always talk to you like this. Usually when he taunted you, and forced you to beg for him, it was sexy, and you loved it. Now, though, it pulled you out of the moment, and even if it was only a second, it turned to be difficult to get out of your head afterward. And you didn't want to say anything, didn't want him to feel like he'd done something wrong. You sat up, guiding him away from your legs, so that he was sitting up again. You made quick work of pulling his briefs down his legs, asking if he could grab a condom.

"Just can't wait, huh? Fuck, I love when you're so desperate for it." He quickly moved to grab one from his stash in his nightstand drawer. The harder you tried to ignore the way the word desperate echoed in your head, the harder it was to get out of your head.

Katsuki really did love the way you were so open with your affection toward him. Even now, as he teased you about it, he felt completely at home. He'd missed you so much while he'd been away, cursed the damn villain who'd been wrecking havoc and pulled him away from you for so long. On the flight home, he wasn't anxious to see anyone else, not his friends, his parents. All he wanted to do when he got off that plane was spend the next two days holed up at home with you.

So yeah, he liked to see you beg a little bit, because it made him feel more normal for how much he really did crave you. How much of his mind you took up. But as he eased into your heat, he looked up to check your expression, stopping his motion when he saw tears welling up in your eyes.

Normally, he actually did like to see you cry, loved the way your eyes sparkled when he fucked you so good you had tears spilling onto your cheeks while you sighed his name. But this was different. You weren't even looking at him, though your eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling like you were in a different kind of pain.

"Y/n?" When you looked down at him, he reached up and brushed a tear from your cheek. "What's wrong?" he whispered, and it was one of the rare times that he openly expressed concern in his features.

You had really been trying hard not to cry. Because it wasn't like what was happening in the moment was so terrible, it felt good, but all at once you felt the stress from the entire week hit your chest like a freight train. When he asked what was wrong, though, it made it difficult to hold it together, as terribly as you already were. His expression was so soft, you just wanted to lean into him and let him get rid of all your problems.

"Sorry, baby, it's not you." You said, trying to take a deep breath.

"It kinda feels like it is, though. Did I hurt you?"

You covered your eyes with your forearm, focusing on your breathing. "You didn't, I've just been having a rough week. I didn't realize how stressed I still was until now, I guess."

You feel the backs of his knuckles lighting brushing your forearm. "Please look at me, baby."

You pulled your arm down, taking a shuddering breath. "What's been botherin' you?"

You sigh, but knowing Katsuki, he wouldn't drop it until you gave him a halfway decent answer. So you try your best to explain some of the things that have been going on.

He's rolled off of you, and though he makes no move to get dressed, he pulls the blanket over the both of you. He sat up and pulled you into his lap, asking questions here and there.

When you're mostly done, you're halfway strewn across his lap, a leg thrown over his hips so you were almost snaked around his entire body. "Why didn't you tell me this stuff was happening?"

"You were gone."

"I was in another country, I didn't travel back in time before cell phones exist. We barely spoke all week and you never mentioned any of this."

You sigh. "I just didn't want to bug you, especially just to complain."

He twisted so you could see him raise a brow at you. "You don't bug me. And if you did, I'd just tell you."

You snorted humorlessly. "What a sweet boyfriend I have." You say dryly.

He continues as if he hasn't heard you. "Also, I don't care if you complain. Complain all you want. Doesn't bother me."

You turn to look at him. "Really?"

He pokes you in the forehead with his middle finger. "I'd rather listen to you complain than not hear from you at all. Okay?"

You take another deep breath, finger tracing over his chest. "Okay,"

He clearly didn't believe you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. "I'm serious." And he really did look serious, it was almost cute.

You smiled up at him, leaning up and kissing him softly. "I know. Thank you, baby."

He leans in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss. "You could never bother me. You're so fuckin' perfect I'd have to be an idiot to be bothered by you."

Your cheeks were flushing, and you turned away in embarrassment. "Katsuki..."

"You are. You're perfect. I love everything about you." And he makes his way down your entire body, making stops as he peppers your skin with kisses and compliments. It's enough to get you feeling hot again, the way his tongue teases the spots he knows you're ticklish. Katsuki always gives good head, but the way he was working you now made you feel like you were on fire, you were whining and gasping and barely able to form words. Though, he had some things to say.

"Fuck your coworkers, you're the best they got. Oughta fuck you so good tonight you can't even walk tomorrow. One day without you'll teach them to appreciate all the fucking work you do." He says, before sucking another bruise on your thigh, this one close to your hole where you were begging for contact.

"Worked all day 'nd even made my favorite food. Don't think I didn't notice you cleaned, too. You did such a good job, baby."

You felt drunk on him. On his words, his mouth, the way his fingers teased you. And he looked drunk on you, eyes hooded as his gaze went from your pussy to your face. "I missed this. God, two weeks away from you is torture. Don't let me do that again." And he's back between my legs, tongue working against me with skill and precision.

"Nng—Kats...Katsuki, I'm gonna–" You were so close, the tension building, and then wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, and you were moaning, fingers in his hair holding him in place so he wouldn't keep going.

"Fuck yeah, baby, keep comin' for me." He said, and now his fingers were in the mix, teasing around your hole as you clenched around nothing. "Can't wait til you're squeezing my cock like that."

He fucks you all night, telling you how beautiful you were, that you were perfect for him. You were both wet from sweat and cum by the time you were drifting to sleep, exhausted from how many times he'd gotten you to cum. You reached up, eyes heavy as you traced over the features of his face.

"Thank you, Katsuki." You whispered.

He tilted his head, looking at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on him. "Well, you make it so easy to compliment you. If you feel like that again, let me know and I'll fuck this lesson back into you." And back was that smile of his.

You smiled up at him, kissing him lightly before falling into a peaceful sleep in your boyfriend's arms.

[imanes]

hi imane! i hope ur doing well <3 i just wanted to ask: what do you do during times of uncertainty? im a uni student abt to go on placement and I've been applying for part-time jobs that's centred around my field but to no avail sadly :/ i wanted to save up at least so i wouldn't stress during placement and everything's so overwhelming.. there are other external factors that's making me feel this way too like a friendship break-up i had few months ago and its affected me quite badly but im starting to pick myself up again. anyways sorry for the rant and i hope ur day is lovely x

hey! just sat down after hours of procrastination to work on my dissertation and i wish i were done already akjdkfgj but it could be worse!! ok it's gonna be long and probs unhelpful but i know that you wanted to vent more than you thought i was holding some solution so I'll just ramble and hope something resonates with you lmao <3

for me uncertainty makes me feel like my life is in shambles, it's hard to cope with things going south and not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel but during my yearly flop era in march/april i had a talk with a friend who's much older, wiser, and more experimented, and basically it helped me put things into perspective and learn how to let go. there are only so many things that you can control so i split my different issues into different categories for a more systemic approach to my problems lol: things that i can actually somewhat control (my emotions, my reactions, my efforts, what i can do moving forward to alleviate some of my stress), things that are out of my control (how people misconstrue me, external stressors like shitty coworkers, refusals from jobs i was applying for) and things (and people) that i don't need in my life. learning to let go of things for me internationally infamous control freak was not easy but it was liberating, idk if you're religious so if you aren't the next part isn't going to be helpful lol but i don't think i should be chasing things because i am exactly where i am meant to be, and if i start clutching at the things that aren't meant to be in my life, it's just my ego getting in the way, and i prayed that Allah just lets me find the place that i would fit better in and that He'd take me away from it if i wasn't going to be doing or feeling good there. i guess the non-religious version would just be to trust the process and understand that things in life wax and wane, whether it be job opportunities or relationships. obviously there's like a plethora of other factors like what do i do if i can't pay the bills and stuff? that was how i was thinking just a couple of months ago when my dissertation was not writing itself and nobody was hiring me! but a few weeks have passed and looking back on it i was starting to chase things again and it made me feel like i was stuck in a rut when in fact it's normal for things to take some time to settle down and for opportunities to arrive.

so basically whether you stress about it or not, literally nothing is going to change except the way you frame it in your head. for me i just continued applying and gave interviews my all while also being detached enough to simply trust myself to find the space that i was meant to occupy eventually, and after many many many rejections i finally found something a week ago, but it took a couple of months of steady job application to get there. looking from the other side of the mirror it's easy to say things like "don't get discouraged!" but it is true that if you keep throwing shit at a wall something's going to eventually stick, hence the power of consistency and of never giving up.

i'm glad you're slowly building yourself back up after your friendship break-up, i know how much it can drag you down but again some people are meant to be with you for a season only and at the end of the day with the effect of time making things more bearable and by working on your self-esteem and knowing that you can do things that you set your mind to, whether it is finding a part-time job or picking yourself back up, in a few weeks you're gonna look back on where you were mentally at when you sent me this message and where you'll be then and you'll thing "well i guess things DO pass huh who would've thought!!" lol life is a cycle of stability and unsteadiness, doesn't matter how much you prepare something's always going to go sideways but another truth is that things fall back into place again and you have to have faith in that, in yourself, and maybe in something else like i am w/ my relation to religion if u need extra help. speaking of help if you have a support system, confide in them and let them carry some of that weight for you!! you'd do the same for them so don't feel like you're a burden for needing help when you are facing instability. wishing you the best of luck and i really hope you find a good part-time job before your placement babe

[bagelbun333]

Writing WIP

I've never done this before but thanks for the tag @tanaleth

Idk who to tag but anyone can feel free to join in ^-^

I happened to have this Wrightdot fic WIP that’s just been collecting dust for more than a year, so I might as well use this as an opportunity to share what I have so far c:

Major spoilers for aa3, minor spoilers for aa4, aa5, and aa6.

For context, this takes place after aa6.

Diego Armando is a man who had far from an ordinary life. From being poisoned in a courthouse cafeteria, to being comatose, to waking up alone, to taking a life of another person, then to rotting in jail… alone. But his life didn’t end there — no, far from it. His sentence was lessened down to 10 years due to his circumstances. But that’s not to say it wasn’t a long time, it’s still a whole decade out of his life after all. Five years in a coma and ten years in prison, a third of his life just… gone.

He was a broken shell of the man he used to be — he still is to be honest — but there was one man who saved him, a certain spiky headed idiot, who goes by the name of Phoenix Wright. He’s the one who put him in prison in the first place, but that didn’t matter to him. Phoenix saved him from further descending into madness, into Hell. Even though he still killed a person, he deserved to be saved. He had to be saved from the vengeful persona that was ‘Godot’, because he wasn’t the man that he truly was — Godot was an inner demon that was slowly but surely taking over his mind and body, something that Mia would’ve hated to see.

Once his prison sentence was finally over, he actually had someone waiting for him… several people in fact. More than he ever had in his life. Some people he recognised and others he had never even seen before. Of course, there was Phoenix, Maya and Pearl… but who was the little magician, the horn headed boy and the futuristic space girl? Turns out, they were Phoenix’s subordinates and family. It was strange to be welcomed back with open arms. He never thought he would have anyone waiting for him ever again, especially not after that unforgettable crime he’d committed.

He eventually settled into the Wright Anything Agency as an assistant — and with Phoenix and Edgeworth pulling a few strings, he was actually allowed to be a prosecutor again. If Blackquill was allowed to prosecute while serving his sentence, so could he. Phoenix even let Diego live in the same house with him, because he had nowhere else to go.

After months of taking cases, Diego was slowly getting his swing back. He often took cases against his colleagues — including Phoenix himself. Diego was so good at handling cases that he even gave Phoenix a hard time, he was a tough guy to beat. Even though they’re not enemies anymore, Diego still loved making Phoenix fall apart like a house of cards — but not in a vengeful way, more like in a playful way. He was happy that he still had that fire in him and could still embarrass Phoenix in a tease.

His new life wasn’t 100% perfect though, he still has his drawbacks. His health was far from stable. He still relies on his visor for vision of course. Not only that, but he needs to take a concerning amount of medicine every day. Medicine such as blood pressure control, cardiac pills, pain relief, antidepressants, and anti hallucination pills — his hallucinations worsened during his time in prison. Only Phoenix knows about the amount of medicine he needs to take, and it does concern him quite a bit. Diego doesn’t want anybody else to know about it so Phoenix promised to keep quiet. Maya and Pearl already know about his broken down body because of the poisoning incident and why he had to wear a mask, but they didn’t know the extent of how bad his health actually was — especially not his hallucination problems.

He also has a lot of trouble remembering things sometimes. Like random memory lapses that just hit him out of nowhere. Most of the time they aren’t too bad, like sometimes he just loses his train of thought. But other times he forgets too much. Trucy witnesses this at home every now and then. She notices Diego stressing out, forgetting where he puts things, and even forgetting things that happened five minutes prior. Sometimes Trucy would ask her dad about it. “What’s wrong with him? Is he okay?” She would ask, but Phoenix could only respond with “We all have days like these, it happens…” then later he said “It’s a long story…” Trucy was just left confused and a little worried, but she decided not to question it further.

While living with Phoenix and his daughter, Diego felt like he was part of a new family. It felt like he belonged somewhere. When he first found out that Phoenix had a daughter, he couldn’t believe it. He was so shocked. People younger than himself were already moving on with life much faster than he was. Everyone else was moving forward while he was just frozen in time. He was like a human artefact, for everyone to gawk at. It made him feel much more inferior to everyone else.

But even so, Trucy treated Diego as if he were her other dad, she even started calling him Papa. This wasn’t a position that he thought he would ever experience, but he greatly appreciated it nonetheless. Trucy loves showing Diego her magic tricks. He was genuinely entertained each time he watched, although he was very confused and concerned when she first showed him her magic panties — he wondered if Phoenix raised her right.

Eventually, one day, during a trial… a scary and unforgettable event took place. Phoenix and Diego were working on a case against each other. Diego had the upper hand on this case as usual, he was making compelling arguments and had hard evidence… but something unexpected happened while he was in the middle of explaining something.

The judge banged his gavel. “Prosecutor Armando, please explain to the court the significance of this evidence.”

“The footprints left at the crime scene only belonged to the defendant and the victim. There were no other traces found at the-” Suddenly Diego went completely out of it and lost his train of thought. He stared blankly at his desk for a solid minute until someone snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Prosecutor Armando? Your evidence?” The Judge asked with a confused expression on his face.

Phoenix looked across at him and immediately knew that something was wrong. Diego was clearly becoming more and more stressed. “Your Honour! I humbly request for a recess! Just for ten minutes. I think… he needs a quick break.”

The Judge nodded. “Very well. The court will now take a ten minute recess.” He banged his gavel.

Diego sat in the prosecutor’s lobby, still clearly out of it. Phoenix and Trucy decided to check up on him while they had the time. Phoenix sat next to him on the sofa. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked, holding his hand.

Diego was rapidly losing his memory. He was so confused when Phoenix sat so close to him. In his head he thought “Why… why is he sitting so close to me?” Then when he suddenly felt Phoenix’s hand on his own, he flinched and hissed at him aggressively. “Don’t fucking touch me, Trite!”

Phoenix gasped at his sudden bitter remark. He covered Trucy’s ears because his fatherly instincts told him to. “Diego… what’s wrong? Why are you acting like this?”

“H-How…?”

“Huh?”

“How do you know my name…?”

Phoenix looked heavily concerned. “W-What?”

“I never told you about- Why do you know this??”

“Arman- Godot! Calm down…”

Trucy moved Phoenix’s hands away from her ears. “Daddy? Papa? Is everything alright?” She asked as she looked at Phoenix and Diego.

The prosecutor was completely baffled by Trucy’s question. It felt like she was referring to him as her “papa”, but how could that be? He had no idea who she was, at least that’s what he thought at the moment anyway.

Phoenix got up and whispered to her. “Ah… I think he’s having another one of those brain farts again. Let me handle this.” Trucy nodded and stepped back while Phoenix tried to sort this problem out.

Diego was looking around the lobby being completely confused. Himself, Phoenix and Trucy were the only ones in the room so that could only mean that Phoenix and himself were Daddy and Papa. “I… I don’t understand… what did you just call me?”

“Papa?” Trucy tilted her head with a bit of worry.

“I-I’m not your Papa…”

“Well… I guess not… but…”

“Godot…” Phoenix interrupted. “Don’t you remember? It’s been six months since you and Trucy met…”

“What are you talking about? Who’s Trucy?”

Phoenix stared at him for a second and then sighed. “Okay, this is worse than I thought…”

Suddenly Gumshoe entered the room, wondering if everything is okay. Unfortunately it wasn’t, so Phoenix asked Gumshoe to ask the Judge for another trial day. Diego wasn’t in any state to prosecute in this trial and a ten minute recess just wasn’t enough time to sort this out.

“Alright, we have an extra trial day. So let’s head home, you need some rest.” Phoenix said, holding his hand out for Diego.

The prosecutor just slapped his hand away as he kept getting more and more confused. “You… But you don’t know where I live??”

“You live with us, Papa…” Trucy said, becoming more concerned.

Diego’s heart sank. He felt ill. He felt like he was in a completely different world. The only familiar face he recognised was Phoenix, but he wasn’t someone he wanted to be on friendly terms with — not to his knowledge anyway. Diego hates him, he wants to humiliate him. So why is Phoenix being so friendly and openly concerned about him? Why is there suddenly a little girl who sees him as a father? So many unanswered questions. It’s making his head spin.

Suddenly, Diego stood up and tried leaving the room. His mind was racing with thoughts and he didn’t know what to do about it. Phoenix followed behind him. “Hey! Where are you going?”

“I’m going home! I don’t want you near me!” He hissed.

“But… you live with us now…”

“In what world would I live with you? I hate your guts!”

“Godot, just please listen to me! This is serious.” Phoenix shut the door before Diego could leave.

“And why should I listen to a lowly, worthless scum of a lawyer like you?”

“Because… you’re a different person now. You have a new life.”

“What?”

Trucy took out her phone and showed Diego her lock screen. It was a picture of the three of them at a zoo together. It also pictured Diego carrying her on his shoulders. Once Diego saw this image, he was at a loss for words.

“I…I don’t understand… When did this happen?”

“Just last week, Papa…”

“Huh…?”

“Diego… let us take you home. You’re clearly not well. We’ll try explain everything once we’re there.” Phoenix explained and led the way. Diego sighed and slowly nodded and then followed behind them until Phoenix remembered something. “Ah! Actually, I left some things back at my office. We should go there first before I forget again.”

The three of them headed back to Phoenix’s office, or as it’s now known as The Wright Anything Agency. Once Phoenix opened the door, they were greeted by none other than Apollo and Athena.

“Oh hey, you guys are back early!” Apollo said as he was watering Charley.

“So, who won the case? I’m placing my bet on Mr. Godot!” Athena said in her usual high-spirited attitude.

Diego just became more and more confused as they continued talking. He felt so uncomfortable by everyone acting overfamiliar with him. He’s never seen these people in his life. Why are there so many people being so friendly and close to him? He was becoming overwhelmed. Not only does he not know who these people are, he is also far from used to talking to this many people at once. He’s so adapted to his crippling loneliness, he has no idea how to react to this kind of attention.

Phoenix could tell that Diego was quickly getting stressed. He kept giving confused glances around the room and was nervously sweating. “Not now guys, he’s not feeling too good…” The blue lawyer said as he dragged Diego into the other room and switched the lights off before he quickly shut the door behind him.

Apollo and Athena just gave each other worried glances as they watched their boss pull Godot into the other room. They could hear him breathing heavily, almost as if he was about to have a nervous breakdown. Trucy understands what was going on, but she had never seen it get this bad.

“Ehh… what’s going on?” Athena asked with obvious concern all over her face.

“Papa is… having one of those… hard times again…” Trucy suddenly said.

“Again? This isn’t the first time?” Apollo asked.

“No… well… not exactly. You see, he has these… memory lapses from time to time. Although it’s over small things like forgetting where he puts things and where he was going. And in the trial today, he was in the middle of talking until he suddenly stopped. I thought he lost his train of thought like he usually does but… it got much worse than that.” Trucy obviously didn’t like talking about this particular subject.

“Wait! Don’t tell me…” Athena gasped.

Trucy nodded. “He forgot who I was. He forgot what happened during these past six months. He forgot a lot of things. And I guess seeing you two made him lose it even more…”

“I see. That’s very… unfortunate. That would explain the overwhelming shock and sadness I heard inside his heart.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Apollo asked, determined to help.

Trucy just averted her eyes, looking concerned. “I think… we just have to hope that this will all pass soon.”

“I know! When Boss lets him out of the room, I can give him a quick therapy session with Widget!”

“Of course! That little toy has worked wonders in the past!”

Athena pouted. “It’s not a toy, Apollo! It’s my trusty partner!”

Eventually, Phoenix and Godot came back out of the room. Both of them looked exhausted. “Okay, this isn’t working…” Phoenix sighed.

“Is everything alright?” Apollo asked.

“Simply put… no. Everything is not alright.” Phoenix said bluntly.

“What isn’t working, Boss?”

“This is hard to explain… but Mr. Godot isn’t well today. He needs to go home.”

“I sense a lot of discord in his heart. How about I try using Widget on him?”

“Widget…?” Diego mumbled.

“Well, no harm in trying I guess. Go ahead.”

“Wait… what are you doing…?” Diego nervously asked, still trembling.

“I’m going to give you a little therapy session, Mr. Godot.”

“Therapy? I don’t need therapy! Leave me alone!”

“I-It’s okay! It will only take a moment.”

“No! I refuse!”

“We’re only trying to help you…”

“Please! Leave me alone! I don’t know who any of you are!” He yelled desperately.

Phoenix sighed. “Perhaps we should do this another time. He’s being very uncooperative right now.”

“Alright… fine.” Athena sighed and put away Widget.

Phoenix grabbed the case file that was left on the desk and headed for the door with Diego.

Apollo tilted his head. “Mr. Wright? Where are you going?”

“Well I said we’re going home, didn’t I? We came back here because I left one of the files behind. I wasn’t planning on staying long.”

“So you’re staying home for the rest of the day too? What about the trial?” Apollo asked.

“The trial will resume tomorrow. I’m going to prepare for it of course. You two stay here and take care of the office and other errands.” Phoenix said. “Oh, and Trucy? Are you coming with us or are you staying here?”

“Oh! I’ll stay here actually. I can help Polly and Athena out with stuff. You go on ahead with Mr. Godot and sort his problems out.”

Phoenix smiled softly. “Alright, I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

The esteemed lawyer waved goodbye to his little family as he left the premises with his confused and agitated adversary. The three youths were still very concerned about the unusual man’s circumstances, so they hoped that things will blow over without any dire consequences.

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

While I do enjoy bopping along to a lot of tracks on golden, I've been trying to put my finger on what makes me feel so disconnected from it. It's not just that he didn't write it, bc tae didn't write layover and it still felt like him. Even while jungkook likes this style of songs, the album says a lot about him as a vocalist but very little about him as an artist. I finally saw a review that articulated what I was feeling about it: https://www.pannchoa.com/2023/11/theqoo-jungkook-golden-izm-rating.html. Fair warning, it's pretty brutal in places (pls don't hate me for linking a critical review), but I'm linking it bc I thought it made some good points about the album and about hybe's strategy that may have led to it. Essentially what I feel is really lacking is that it doesn't bring you any closer to being able to hear a song and thinking, 'yes, that's a jungkook song.' Instead, 'that's a [insert random male vocalist] song.' Other than being sung well, they don't really feel like him at all. The closest is seven, and I think a lot of that is bc of the personality of the mv. It's vastly different from hearing my time for the first time, bc that is a quintessentially jungkook song.

It seems like jungkook was stuck in a creative rut when golden came to him, and I don't blame him for that or for focusing on growing as a vocalist rather than as an 'artist.' I do a little bit blame hybe for the disingenuousness of pulling together a bunch of songs and recording a whole album in approximately two weeks - in my mind, no matter how earnest jungkook is, which I really believe he is, that process can't really be about the music, it's about creating a product and seeing how far it can go as long as jungkook's face and voice is on it. Again, I believe jungkook when he says that he was in a bit of a rut and took this on as the performance challenge that it was, and I believe he genuinely wanted songs and an opportunity to perform for army, which this album gave him. My affection for him is unwavering despite my critique of golden, but I have a lot of criticism for hybe.

Idk, I have a lot of faith in bts as a group pulling back from whatever strategy encouraged the English trilogy - if they make more English only songs, I don't think they'll be as cookie-cutter top 40 pop as the trilogy was. Slapping bts or its members on top of a&r focus group songs are not what I want for the members and it's frustrating that hybe keeps on learning the wrong lessons

I saw a post about that review on Reddit. I'm sorry that I don't feel like reading the review - not because it's negative but because I'm being lazy - but I would give Golden 3/5 stars.

I mentioned in my own reviews of the album that it's hard to see JK in it. Seven, 3D and Hate You (because it sounds like Falling) probably sound the most Jungkook to me, especially Seven, but, like I also said once, this album is more about him as a singer and a performer than an artist. A lot of the songs sound like they were made for other people and it's a very random selection of songs. Most of them don't highlight Jungkook's best qualities, like his pretty voice and sentimentality, and his runs and harmonies and stuff. He still sounds good, but it's not very Jungkook and it makes me miss him and the feelings his other songs give me. Golden is a bit soulless for its title.

I can't only blame Bang PD and SB because Jungkook is an adult and he wanted to release an album for Army - I think he got excited about that and about just trying out being a pop star. I think the next time he releases an album it will be a lot more personal to him from a songwriting perspective, and maybe over time he'll share some reservations he had about Golden, because it feels like now he's starting to share a different side to the album production.

Bland pop songs keep outselling other ones so what is Hybe even supposed to take away from that tbh? That fans don't want Dynamite when it's BTS's biggest song? A lot of fans don't want another Dynamite but the fandom nearly doubled in size because of it. They know fans complain, but they also know what sells and as long as fans keep buying and consuming the songs, they don't care about the fans they upset...

I think the members aren't going to be interested in releasing songs like Dynamite when they come back, but I have no idea what kind of songs they want to make... I wouldn't be surprised at all by more English songs though.

[hardlovertheorist]

It's been a long day, i feel all ive done is think about what I want to say as always, but nothing sounds good enough to explain all that has run through my head lately. Ill give it a shot though. In all honesty, i just want to sit and listen because don't get me wrong, yes, I want to talk but I'm also terrified that I'll say something and mess it all up. I also don't have the strength to keep going so hard, I'm tired and too old for games. I'm trying to take the time to heal but sometimes you can only heal so much alone before needing one person to help encourage you in your healing but not just anyone, it has to be the one who understands or can atleast try to understand you, one that loves you unconditionally. I've tried to talk to others, they just don't get it, or Im talking to the wrong people. But how else am I suppose to heal if I dont have the truth either, I've heard so many different things, believe me when i say i have not asked for it, but there's one that pushes thoughts into my head as often as the opportunity presents itself, it's hard to know what's true or not anymore, an who i can and cant trust. I just want to lay on the shore staring up at the sky and finally rest knowing I can breath again. So many things and senerios run on loop in my mind. It makes my anxiety kick in, which seems to be like a-freaking-lot lately, it makes me physically sick, hints why I don't really eat, even the thought makes me nauseous. Top it off with idk what you want to call my sleep but it's so off I feel like I could sleep for a year to make up for the last years lack of sleep. Although my reality at the moment from a year ago today looks and feels so much different, this one thing stays, it's grip on my life and the actions I try to take tend to consume me, making me go silent again. It's not necessarily a bad thing sometimes, but when you feel and live it day in and day out it takes a lot out of you, It's what keeps me from communicating my true thoughts in a acceptable time-frame. He'll ive spent 2 hours if not longer trying to write this, i want it to atleast make a little bit of sense, cause it's a mess in my head. Yet it all leads back to the same thing the same path but I don't know how to move out of this energy without feeling every step forward pushed me 10 steps back. I feel like I'm stuck in a cycle that just won't end so that I can move forward towards what i want and deserve. I'm tired of not being happy, I can give it out all day long but I want to feel it in return.

And it took another 40 to convince myself to post it.

[reciprocityfic]

#5 for amylaurie

5. that emotional moment that you can't find a plot for.

He’d never had a particularly happy life.

From the beginning, it had been marked with tragedy. He adored his mother, from what he can remember. But his memories, unfortunately, are few and far between. He tried to keep her smile, her laugh, the feel of her hugs and her hand wrapped around his tiny one locked away in his brain and his heart, but over the years, they inevitably began to fade. Before he knew it, he couldn’t quite get the tenor of her voice right, couldn’t remember the sweet words she used to whisper in his ear. She was like a beautifully painted picture, rather than a human being.

If there was someone who adored his mother more than he had, it was his father.

His father took her death the hardest. He tried to find a salve for his broken heart in all the wrong places, began gambling too often and drinking too much, frequently leaving his son alone late into the night to go out and drown his pain in whatever way he could. When his father was home, he could hardly stand to be around him. Everything about Laurie reminded him of her - his eyes, his hair, his nose, his smile. He reached his breaking point eventually, and then he sent Laurie away.

School had never been particularly hard for him. He was smart, he supposed, and he didn’t mind the company of his tutor. Boarding school was different, though. He never quite found a way to fit in. He was too quiet, not quite as rich, and Italian, which mattered in a way he didn’t understand. He always found himself at the center of negative gossip, the butt of too many jokes. He hated it, so he stopped trying to assimilate and let himself fade away into the peripheries of his peers.

When his father died, it was almost a relief; at least the man wouldn’t suffer any longer. But again, it threw him into a world of uncertainty and unfamiliar territory. It sent him to America, into the hands of a grandfather he had never met. As he grew older, he’d come to subtly resent his extended family for disowning him and his parents, and wondered if this grandfather would resent him back.

He didn’t. But his grandfather also wasn’t warm, a product of living so many years alone, Laurie supposes. He knows Mr. Laurence has experienced his share of heartbreak as well; there’s a beautiful piano that sits untouched, that the servants tell him belonged to the old man’s late granddaughter. The few times he tried to play it he’d catch his grandfather looking at him in a way that wasn’t particularly pleasant, so he stopped.

John Brooke - his new tutor - was pleasant enough, earnest and determined to please his grandfather by giving him the privilege of an excellent education. They often butted heads when Mr. Brooke tried to teach him; he couldn’t find him in himself to care much about learning anymore. Couldn’t find it in himself to care about much of anything.

Then, he met Jo March.

His grandfather had noticed his melancholy and sent him to a party to try to lift his spirits. He doubted it would work - how exciting could a party in Concord, Massachusetts possibly be, after all - and quickly found an empty side room to disappear in for a while until he’d spent enough time there that he could plausibly tell his grandfather he’d made an effort to be sociable.

It was there that Jo literally stumbled into him, and changed his life forever.

He’d never in his life met a girl like Jo March, one that was so boisterous and bright and unapologetically herself. In his world, every girl was trained from an early age to be prim and proper and polite, so that someday she might make a good wife and a fine young woman. Jo was anything but, and when he met the rest of the March family, he learned that they all were, in their own way - whether it be Meg and her unabashed love for dramatics and pretty things, or Beth sitting at her piano, playing until her fingers ached.

Or Amy, marching around in a pair of fairy wings and declaring that one day, she would be the best painter in the entire world.

His childhood memories of the Marches were all Jo, her fire and harsh edges and iron will, but Amy was always there at the edges, making herself known. She always seemed to be at odds with her older sister, but he thought that was because the two of them were the most alike in a way, like two opposite ends of the same string. He would always take Jo’s side when she recounted their latest feud, of course, but he couldn’t help his amusement at some of Amy’s antics. He remembers, when Jo told him that Amy had burned her novel, how his sympathy for Jo had existed right alongside of his wild amusement that little Amy March had the gall to even come up with such a thing, let alone follow it through.

But even though Amy was there, along with Meg and Beth, Jo was undoubtedly the main attraction, the sun at the center of his universe. His world was filled with her, with her smiles and laughs and hair and voice, with her words and her thoughts and ideas, and soon his heart was, too. He didn’t know much about love, but he knew he loved her. He knew he wanted her to be a part of his life always.

So, he’d asked her to marry him. It was the only thing to do, wasn’t it?

When she turned him down, he almost hadn’t been surprised. A part of him almost expected it; he hadn’t been particularly excited to ask her, after all. Rather, he’d dreaded it, dreaded the moment that the delicate balance they had built would have to tip one way or the other. He’d always known there was a chance she’d reject him.

That didn’t mean it hurt any less, though. He thinks it hurt even more when she left; he’d always known Jo to dive into every challenge head-first, but then she ran away to New York. She ran away from him. So he followed her lead, as he had learned to do so well over those years with her.

Heading back to Europe was much more bitter than it was sweet, and even the grandeur of cities like London, Paris, and Rome couldn’t stop the vibrancy from slowly bleeding out of his life. What had become a kaleidoscope of colors was now just grays and blacks and whites.

So he drank, and smoked, and gambled, and fucked his way through life, and in a macabre way, never felt closer to his father. Except he wasn’t heartbroken, not anymore - he realized more and more that he never expected her to say yes, not really. That she was right, as she usually was - it would have never worked.

He just felt lost. Unmoored, with nothing to anchor him. And he started to believe that maybe he was simply supposed to live his life this way, alone and adrift and apathetic.

Then, Amy March came barreling back into his life.

She was different, of course - namely, she was no longer little. She had traded her fairy wings and braids for beautiful gowns and carefully coiffed updos, and all her lofty childhood wishes had been replaced with a stoic, resigned realism. It would have worried him, that the world had taken her and hardened her, but he knew that the woman that threw her arms around him and happily shouted his name on that Parisian street, the world around her momentarily forgotten, was the Amy he had always known and cared for, however proper she might be now.

And she was proper, but he found it didn’t bother him like he thought it would. Instead, he admired her for it, that she had managed to grow up so gracefully. She was lovely, he decided. Lovely and refined and determined, so much so that it got him in trouble with her, sometimes. She was constantly after him to be better, to stop his drinking and laziness and make something of his life.

She wanted him to respect himself. He’d never really done that; all his life, he’d known himself to be a bother or problem, a thorn in someone’s side. He didn’t really know how to respect himself, but for her, he wanted to try.

The problem was, it was getting harder and harder to leave her side. She painted in his life with strokes that were insistent, but soft, and he found that her world was just as colorful as her sister’s. It was her own, of course; if Jo had been a red flame, then Amy was a golden glow, like sunshine. But he found that he didn’t mind the differences, that he maybe even preferred Amy’s version. It made him warmer than anything he’d known before.

He doesn’t know exactly when he fell for Amy. It happened slowly, gently, and before he could stop it, she’d taken up all the emptiness in his heart, filled it with light and life and love. Not that he would’ve wanted to stop it; he found he was quite content belonging to her. Even when she rejected him that first time, he didn’t try to remove her. He didn’t resent her, as he had temporarily resented Jo. He knew it was futile, that he was irreparably hers, and he decided that if he couldn’t be with her, he would at least make himself someone she could be proud of. He wanted to be someone she could respect, if he couldn’t be someone she loved.

But then, God had smiled upon him - for perhaps the first time - and she’d changed her mind. She loved him, she wanted him, she loved him. And when he kissed her that first time, she ignited something in him that no woman ever had before. He loved her, he wanted her, her and her only, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her.

His heart sang for her with its every beat. Every breath she took gave him purpose, every smile gave him joy, every kiss and moan and tug on his hair made his blood run hot through his veins. He was so full inside, wanted for nothing. He felt like all his life he’d been trying to shove himself into places where he didn’t fit, whether it be at school or with his father. With Jo. But there was a spot beside Amy, one in which he fit perfectly, like it was created with him in mind. And as long as Amy was beside him, he could do anything, be anything, survive anything.

One of the things that he loves most about her is her beauty. He can’t help it; he is only human. A weak one when it comes to Amy. When she hugged him that first time in France, he’d noticed how the autumn sun had caught the strands of her blonde hair, her cheeks flushed from the way she ran to him. He first let himself realize it in her studio, when she went off to meet Fred Vaughn. There was something about the way her cream-colored blouse laid against her pale skin, the way the blue accents brought out her eyes. How her pinned-up hair showed off her neck. He could do nothing but smile shyly at her, any coherent words suddenly caught in his throat. And every time he saw her, he noticed something else that added to her beauty, whether it be the delicate way she sipped her tea, her lips a pretty pink against the white china, or the way she blushed when he complimented her. Eventually, in a room full of women, she was the only one he could see, as captured as he was by her.

Almost three years later, nothing has changed.

He wakes up in the middle of the night to find her side of the bed empty. He’s almost positive he knows where she is, and almost rolls over and closes his eyes. But he can’t get her out of his head, so he gets up and throws on his robe. The moon shines bright enough that he doesn’t need a candle, and he leaves their bedroom, creeping to the next door down the hall. It’s ajar just slightly, and he slips inside.

And there she is, just where he thought she would be. Standing at the window, staring out into the night. She’s barefoot, dressed in a white nightgown, long hair cascading down her back. The moonlight illuminates her hair and skin. She’s breathtaking. More beautiful than any painting he’d ever seen.

Cradled in her arms is their newborn baby girl.

He doesn’t want to startle her, so he knocks gently against the door. She looks over her shoulder and smiles at him, but quickly goes back to gazing at the newest addition to their family.

He walks over to the two of them, placing a kiss on the top of her head before wrapping his arm around her shoulder and embracing her. There are a multitude of reasons why she might be in here - the baby could’ve been crying, it could’ve been time for a change or a feeding, or Amy simply could’ve missed her, could’ve wanted to hold her and watch her breathe. He suspects it’s the last one, but he doesn’t ask. He doesn’t want to disturb the peaceful scene in front of him.

He reaches a finger down to their baby, taps at her hand, until she opens her fist and wraps all of her tiny fingers around that one of his. Amy turns her face and nuzzles his shoulder, relaxing against him.

He’d never had a particularly happy life.

But standing here now, both his wife and his daughter in his arms, he knows nothing but.

send me a number and a pairing (preferably laurie x amy) and i'll write you a mini fic!

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Idk if you do ship ask but I've always hc that most ritos are affraid of thunder, since that could very easily harm/kill something flying (like a rito), so do you have any headcanons about link comforting revali during a thunderstorm?

Heya! Thanks for sending this ask, I had so much fun writing it! If you wanna know why it took so long, it’s because I accidentally keep making these essentially oneshots instead of headcanons...I get too wrapped up in the atmosphere lmao. 

Anyhow, please enjoy, and thanks for your patience! :P

Revalink during a thunderstorm: 

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Revali always thought green was a decent color, it paired well with his evening blue feathers and eyes after all

But this trip was really challenging his beliefs…

“Tree. Tree. Large tree. Giant tree. Leaf. Bush. Greenery. Tree. Giant leaf. A verdant green. Emerald green. Fern green…” He listed off his observations rhythmically

Revali suddenly stopped walking, patting Link on the back. 

“Why Link, you won’t believe this, but if you look up now, you can experience this rare sight of a tree. Impressive isn’t it?”

Link turned his head to see Revali gesture grandly at the Faron scenery, before rolling his eyes. ‘You’re such an ass…’

The Rito smirked, content with the annoyance he was causing Link, before continuing to walk beside him, pointing out the “variety” of nature. 

He had been traveling with Link across the jungles of Faron, helping him fly over the waterfalls and rivers for...reasons he had forgotten. Something ordered by the Princess? Checking Shrines? Updating ruin locations? Something, something, Zonai, Sheikah, database...and other nonsense words that Revali didn’t really care for, point was, “this expedition would run all the more smoothly with your skill set,” so, here he was. 

In hindsight that was probably only said to flatter him into coming, but it’s not like Revali was going to complain. One on one time with Link wasn’t an opportunity he would have passed up on, anyway

Walking under the lush forest canopy, Revali picked at the 700th vine tangled in Link’s hair. “This exploration stuff sure is paying off...I’m experiencing so many new things. Like plants, and water, and bugs. Never could have experienced this anywhere else.”

Link raised an eyebrow, holding up his hands to sign, ‘Come on now, don’t be like that. We’ll be done with this soon, so quit being pretentious for two seconds and enjoy the beauty of nature!’

Right, because the beauty of the sweltering, sickly green, claustrophobic jungle crawling with insects and slimy creatures, dwelling in a sticky, sappy, foliage that seemed to tie your wings down to the earth with it’s grasping vines and prickly leaves… THAT was just the thing for a Rito from Tabantha to enjoy

Revali clicked his tongue. “You think I’m the pretentious one? That one leaf is the size of a Hinox’s arse. What’s even the point of that?? Do the lizards hate the sky that much?” He gestured towards the thick canopy above once again

Link’s expression suddenly changed as he peered through the leaves, noting how the sky’s sunset colors had started to darken with greying clouds. He spoke bluntly

‘There’s a storm coming.’

“Oh? Wonderful…”

‘I think there’s a cave we can use for shelter near the northernmost waterfall.’

“Think? My ability of flight, and overall state of being, is not suited for moisture, so I’d really prefer if you were a bit more certain than, ‘think!’”

‘Well we can always sleep out here if you want… We’ll have to stay overnight judging by the size of those storm clouds.’

Revali shuddered as another sapphire blue lizard crawled across the forest floor near his talons, much too close for comfort. The image of laying down in the dirt, being mocked by the infectious green that covered the sky, for over eight hours, he audibly groaned. 

Fine, hypothetical cave it is. 

“Get on my back already. The sooner the day is done, the better, I suppose.”

Flying through the air, Revali feathers rustled in the growing wind, he could start to smell the storm in the air. Thankfully, Link’s cave turned out to be real, providing dry shelter from the oncoming, feather-drenching rain, thank Hylia. If he had to do his braids and ribbons again after he spent all morning just—

BOOM!

Not two seconds after Revali had landed them both in the cave, a deafening sound shook the ground and carried Revali’s soul to hell, heaven, and back. The sound that escaped his beak was none short of a shrill squeak you might hear come out of a thousand baby birds.

Behind them, green sparks fizzed against the earth, starting a small fire, before it was quickly extinguished by the now pouring rain. 

Revali shuddered, shaking off the few droplets on his wing. His feathers seemed to tremble from the charge in the air, and his mind was racing with thoughts of what would have happened if he was two seconds slower in his descent, but he concealed it all with a neutral frown.

“This forest is lucky the rain started, that bright explosion of death nearly made me think we were under attack, I’d have nocked a bomb arrow or two.” 

‘The...thunder and lightning, you mean?’

“Shut up I know what lightning is.”

‘I guess it makes sense you’re not that familiar...the most action you’ll see in Rito Village is cold winds and snow.’

“I said I know what lightning is.”

‘Oh, don’t worry, I heard you. I heard you very clearly a few seconds ago…’

Revali let out a few “hmphs” before sitting down on the cave floor. Link started to chuckle to himself before starting a fire, the cave was wide enough for the smoke to escape and not suffocate them, and it’s warmth was welcomed wholeheartedly by the Rito Champion.

Link thought that would be the end of it, Revali volunteered to take the first night watch, and the Hylian thought nothing of it. Before either of them knew it, Link had somehow drifted off into a peaceful sleep 

BOOM!

Another crack of thunder. Sure, thunder had been roaring in air for the last two or three hours, but this time the lightning struck close enough to the cave that Link could feel the vibration against the earth. 

He rose with a yawn, stretching his arms as if he had been woken by chirping birds, and not the midnight sky’s roars

Glancing towards Revali’s direction, concern started to creep onto Link’s face, as he watched the Rito with furrowed eyebrows and a frown

As far as he could tell, Revali hadn’t moved an ant’s inch from when Link had last seen him before he dozed off. His jade eyes were fixed on the jungle, and the feathers on his neck seemed to raise everything the sky glowed a shocking flash of green. 

Despite having sat up from the fire, Revali didn’t seem to notice that Link had woken. 

Link waved his arm in front of him, trying to catch the Rito’s gaze. 

‘Hey? You ok?’

Link’s actions cut into Revali’s tumbling thoughts, but he quickly recovered from his initial shock with a click of his tongue

“I’m fine. Just watching to make sure your tired person doesn’t get ambushed by some crafty lizalfo. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Link paused, but in the end, he nodded his head in acceptance. ‘Alrighty then. Well, you go ahead and get some rest. I can take the next watch.’

“...ah. Right.” 

Revali awkwardly shuffled closer to the fire, pinning his back a bit deeper into the shallow cave. 

He didn’t bother to lie down

‘Are you sure you’re ok?’

“I’m fine. I’m just not tired yet is all”

‘Well you should try to get some sleep, cause tomorro—’

“Yes, I’m well aware, I don’t need the reminder of our schedule.”

‘It would probably help to not face the forest, cause the movement and noises can be distracting when you’re trying to sl—’

“Yes. I understand, thank you. As I said I’m not tired so—”

‘But Revali, I just said—’

“Look! I’m fine, stop pestering me about it, OK? All I want is to just be able to—” 

BOOM!

Comically— or perhaps in this atmosphere, un-comically— a lizard fell off the side of a tree near the cave’s mouth, visibly fried and very much dead

Link, ever the survivalist, grew excited at the prospect of a free elixir ingredient, but as he turned to Revali to share this good news, he was greeted with a very still Rito, his feathers pressed stiffly against himself as he seemed to be holding down his other wing, presumably because it was shivering. 

That was strange, considering Link had taken care to keep the firewood stocked. He looked at Revali again, his green eyes seemed to be swirling with racing thoughts and fears  

......fears…

Hylia he was an idiot

Although in fairness, it works both ways

‘I’m sorry...I should have realized you had a greater fear of lightning given the circumstances…’

The Rito suddenly jerked his head, his voice rising in pitch by the second. “W-What?! I don’t know where you got that idea from. Circumstances?? I’ll have you know I’ve trained for years to be quite fearless.”

A sudden flash of light came from the corner of his eye, and Revali had to clamp his tongue to keep silent. If it weren’t for his feathers, he’d be as white as a dove.

‘Are you sure? I’d imagine the thought of thunderstorms are a lot worse for you Rito..’

‘You know, given all the rain, and the chance of being electrocuted, and shot out of the sky by a bolt of lightning, and the loud sounds that probably remind you of an avalanche or a bomb, and also falling out of the sk—’

Link suddenly cut himself off, realizing a bit too late that the explanation of the factors involved with thunder and lightning wouldn’t exactly help Revali’s attitude.

The Rito only stared at Link, his beak clamped shut. Finally, he let out a sigh.

“I’m fine.”

Silence, then a scoff from Link.

Yeah, right. 

He started pulling out an assortment of items from his small pouch—how Link magically managed to fit cart-fulls of apples, armour, and weapons in there was beyond him. Link joked that it was because of magic tree children, at least, Revali thought he was joking

‘Ah-ha! This should make you feel better!’

Link pulled out a golden helmet, it looked Gerudo in style, and it was covered in green, red, and blue gemstones 

‘This thing absorbs lightning, and disperses it, so you don’t get hurt!’

Revali raised an eyebrow, hesitant

‘No! Seriously! This thing has saved me dozens of times, it’s seen hundreds of storms, and it’s taken on countless lightning strikes directly on this part!!’ 

He pointed excitedly to the bright green gemstone’s at the helm’s crest.

Revali could only shift his weight in discomfort, and Link finally got the hint.

‘Ah right. Maybe the lightning prone object isn’t for you...but…’

Link pulled out a weird, flexible hat, in the shape of a fish. It’s giant eyes stared askew at the cave’s walls, and when Link put it on for demonstration purposes, it basically looked like an octorok had spat a starving fish on his hair

‘This little guy is called Lucky. He’s made out of this thing called rubber, and it’s supposed to help keep electricity from touching you. Pretty nifty fashion choice too, right?’

“I will be plucked dry and drowned before you catch me wearing that hideous thing.”

‘Lucky doesn’t appreciate your unkind words…’

A few more minutes pass by, Link unloading the items in his satchel in an attempt to ease Revali’s mind. But most suggestions failed to truly convince him. Occasionally, the storm would boom again, and Link would rub Revali’s wing gently, if only to keep his attention on the weird yellow mushrooms in his hand. Nonetheless, it was a small thing that the Rito appreciated.

After a few more rounds of talking, Revali finally sighed in defeat. “I appreciate your gesture Link, I truly do. But I’d really prefer to just, not think about lightning at all, rather than be surrounded by your cluster of trinkets and tools.”

“So again, it’s fine. I can just sit here and wait it out. Don’t torment me any further with your...endless basket of comfort foods. I do hope that you donate some of those to the needy, I can’t be seen walking around with a selfish, hoarding hero after all.”

Link ignored the quip and Revali’s attempt to deflect the conversation. 

‘Are you sure there’s nothing else I can offer you?’

Revali opened his beak to say no, before closing it. He looked Link up and down, from his fuzzy golden head, to his pathetic and dirty blue tunic, to his brimming, sky blue eyes. 

Revali opened and closed his beak again, before saying, “no, it’s OK.”

Link frowned, tapping his fingers to his chin. 

Then, he swiftly grabbed at the blue scarf around Revali’s neck.

“W-Wha—hey!”

‘Just borrowing this for a sec!’

Despite Revali’s attempts to retrieve it, Link was already unfurling the scarf to its full length and width. Surprisingly, it was long enough, long enough for Link’s plan, anyhow

He turned back to Revali. ‘Snuggle up closer to the fire. If we’re gonna sleep towards the back of the cave like this I’d prefer to be as warm as possible

Revali’s expression was indescribable, at least verbally. Through the power of writing I can only describe the expression as something that conveyed feelings such as:

?!?!?!!?!!??!?!?!?!!!??!?!?!!?!!? 

‘We’re gonna hug, you dense bastard’

Revali started to sputter out questions, and list of logical reasons as to why that suggestion was absurd. But suggestion turned to action as Link wordlessly wrapped the scarf around the two of them, before snuggling into Revali’s feathers.

On the brightside, Revali was stiff for different reasons, other than lightning. 

In hindsight that was probably part of his plan

The Rito was silent, as he struggled with the decision of either allowing himself to be comfortable, nestled with his favourite soft scarf, and his favourite (he would never admit it) Champion

Or to put up his usual quips and walls

Was Link annoyed about this? Happy?? 

Spirits above he was so embarrassed, Link was probably doing this out of pity, like some mother tending to an infant...

Or maybe it wasn’t like that...? Was it something else?? Some other feeling that had cause him to take such a drastic action to—

‘What’cha thinking about?’

Revali felt Link’s arms move under his wing, and he looked over at the Hylian. He looked so...tranquil, and relaxed...and...stunning....despite his terribly kept hair

“Nothing.”

Link raised his eyebrow, ‘Yeah?’

Revali narrowed his eyes in confusion, but nodded, to which Link turned back and nestly his face into his soft feathers.

What kind of a question is that? What am I thinking about? This situation that came out of no where of course!! 

What else would he be thinking abo—

...

Oh

The Rito could only smirk to himself finally putting together the pieces of Link’s scheme

Another moment of silence. At least, to Revali it was silent. The only sounds he could hear were of Link’s breathing, and his own heartbeat. 

The thunder whispered in the background

Revali smiled, while resting his beak on Link’s soft hair

Then finally, thoughts turned to dreams turned to peace; Revali slept sound as the rain pattered to the sound of his beating heart

HA god what a loser it’s so corny I could die. Who would even right such a thing ahahaahha— oh wait

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[netheritenugget]

Since you've gotten a couple asks about him (ok only like three but still lol-) and you seem pretty up to date on all the lore and stuff i was wondering if you could tell me why Schlatt is considered canonically dead?

Like i know this happened a looong time ago now but with the possibility that he could be brought back it got me thinking about why he was 'dead' in the first place

Because iirc his only canon death was the heart attack, right?

I've seen people saying his death to Quackity was also canon, but then i think i remember a clip/tweet going around from one of the ccs saying that it wasn't (or maybe i made that bit up idk?)

And then there was that festival death but that's definitely not canon because it's been confirmed multiple times that Tubbo's death was the only one planned and therefore the only canon one

Also I've seen a couple posts saying his ban was treated like a canon death but idk about this one either cause in his first president speech he said something like 'and you know what i said, the day that i got unbanned from the Dream SMP..' which kinda implies he didn't die but was also banned in the lore universe as well (maybe like an exile? or something idk?)

Uhhh yeah anyways so this got kinda long sorry about that aha you just seemed like the best person to ask? Idk, obviously you can ignore this if you wanna it's not gonna matter if he gets brought back soon anyway

And i realize it's probably cause CC!Schlatt didn't want to rp anymore (or at least that's what I've seen around) but i just got curious if there was ever a canon explanation for it? Or if he just speedran through all three of his lives in one go

Anon I have something to confess: one of my greatest flaws as a person is that I absolutely love explaining my hyperfixations to people. The difficult part is stopping me. So you're not bothering me, I'm perfectly happy to explain all about it :3

So the confusion about the number of Schlatt's canon deaths started, I believe, because Game Theory YouTuber Matpat miscounted them in his video about the Dream SMP.

According to the Dream SMP Wiki, cc!Wilbur, and general consensus of the fandom, Schlatt lost his canon lives when:

Technoblade accidentally killed him during the Red Festival, in the blast from the rockets that killed Tubbo.

Quackity deliberately shot him after their argument about the White House being demolished.

He suffered a heart attack in the Camarvan, likely brought on by the alcohol abuse that has been a problem for him throughout the whole story.

In his video Matpat counted his first death at the Red Festival and his third death by heart attack as canon, but did not count his death at the hands of Quackity for some unknown reason. Matpat claimed Schlatt still had a canon life left.

Wilbur reacted on stream to the Game Theory video, and he was momentarily confused by this part. He confirmed that the Red Festival death and heart attack were canon, but went back through the script and realized that, coincidentally, he'd neglected to actually write down in the script that the death took one of Schlatt's canon lives. He questioned whether or not Schlatt could theoretically come back.

But the script is flexible and not the end-all-be-all of canon. If we want to argue that any death that is not explicitly planned or declared canon in writing doesn't count, that's simply not true. There are canon deaths in the story that happen off-script too, the most notable being the lives lost in The Final Conrol Room. Eret's betrayal wasn't in the script, it was a complete surprise to almost everyone. Even Wilbur was unaware that Eret had switched sides. So canon is mostly dictated by what has happened, not what should happen.

And current events support this idea. Schlatt's status as dead was made clearer in subsequent livestreams. He has since re-appeared as a ghost, and he's implied to be present in the afterlife with c!Wilbur. He's definitely dead. At least, for now.

As for cc!Schlatt coming back to the server, he seems like he's willing to do it. c!Schlatt has come back a few times as Glatt to hang out with the other people on a questionably canon level. But there has yet to be an official announcement that he's coming back as a regular member, which is why people are doing the if/when thing.

I think cc!Schlatt will have more fun this time if he chooses to come back, because The Egg seems to be the main antagonist this season. As the main bad guy, c!Schlatt was somewhat limited in what he was capable of doing narratively. He didn't have many opportunities to do goofy fun things like the protagonists and other members of the server, he was there to be evil and scary. Harder to maintain that image by building cuck shacks and laughing with friends. If he comes back as a minor antagonist or character with more freedom from the script, he'll be able to goof off more. So I hope he comes back! I look forward to seeing what kind of chaos he brings to the story :)

Hopefully this explanation wasn't too boring! I try to be clear but sometimes I come off as kind of formal and academic which is why I try not to jump into flat answers right away. If you have other questions don't hesitate to ask. Have a good day :3

[elizabethrobertajones]

Saw you've been sucked into the MMO life in the form of FFXIV and I was wondering if you had any input into the debate I've been having about what class archetypes tfw would play. I think Sam would be most likely to tank because it requires a reasonable amount of leadership and is also more of a quiet, backbone type role compared to dps. Dean seems more the type to be singularly focused on the big damage hits tbh. He also tends to take more of the charging in and fighting role in their normal life with Sam being the one reading up on everything more carefully and being his backup. Which leaves Cas as healer which may just be me projecting because I play healer/support at every opportunity but literal angel healing aside I think that sorta fits too, he cares a lot for them and tries to keep them safe and shield them as best he can in their adventures? Idk half formed thoughts please completely contradict me if you want I'm genuinely curious about other people's opinions here

Heyooo :D It is less sucked into and more like I’ve returned to the warm cushiony nest of MMOs lol

If you’d asked me back when I was a WoW player I’d have fully agreed because you could only have one class per character and these are definitely the snap decisions that the fam would make when on the character screen. Dean would grab the sexiest DPS, Sam the stoutest tank especially as he’s the one who has read into the classes and strats beforehand, and Cas would ask what to do and be given the healer role because the other two in this scenario would know better about the game and sort of lump it onto him like, oh, we need a healer and you can do this.

(In my own gaming journey, this is what my friends and brother did to me, as they needed a healer to round out their party... I took druid because it was spoopy, and discovered in WoW that while you can’t change classes you can pay gold to respec your character’s role within that class... Promptly re-specced to a melee dps/tank feral druid instead of the healer one, and had a lot more fun :D)  

In FFXIV you can take all the classes on your character (which I have done, natch) and it’s a much more interesting levelling approach, especially seeing how my friends playing the game have gone when it comes to taking classes as they level and why they claim to have tried and then rejected others. It’s an enormous personality test, even for peeps like me and my brother who have all the classes up at max level, which ones we prioritised and which ones we sort of struggled with or found a bit meh. 

Hm so in the scenario that Charlie comes bursting into the Bunker demanding that she needs some friends for dungeons and raids and they’re all sitting on their asses scrolling the internet between a case, they can bloody well play final fantasy with her for a bit, let’s go for some headcanons :D Long because FFXIV has become my current obsession and I have the same in-depth feels about it as I do about SPN but I just never get to write about them with anyone... 

First off, Sam of course has deep nerdery about it and will ask Charlie a ton of questions about what the right class to play is and do the same thing as we’ve already discussed and go for Paladin (which starts as gladiator), and also take all the crafting and gathering side classes because he’s a nerd and you learn nonsense lore while doing it. He’s also in the same starting zone as Thaumaturge which transitions to Black Mage and I BET he’d be tempted to have a little safe witch!Sam emotional release on the most un-Sam class. It’s the big unwieldy spell caster whose literal class quests and stuff make fun of how you’re small and squishy and will be standing in a very bad spot debating whether to finish a long-cast spell and get hit or stop DPS and run for safety. I think he could do with the perspective and learning to be selfish either way to blow off steam from tanking and also learn to prioritise himself IRL :’D Also the paladin quest is WEIRDLY pro-cop from 30 onwards for some reason until the writers saw sense and just. stopped. doing paladin stuff and went back to the Gladiator storyline for the class quests, so idk if he’d enjoy that or start to question other things. Whatever it is he’s getting challenged XD

At 60 he grabs Gunbreaker because it sounds more cool and is thankfully way less emotionally stressful tanking as it’s entirely about being a badass bodyguard and sick flips. This is far more aspirational for Sam, especially as he could just tie a knife to a sawn off shotgun and do these moves for real in his day job. He won’t, but like with black mage, the thought that he COULD is very emotionally satisfying to him.

He might also have decided to check out scholar to see how healing is but idk if he would be able to handle Dean teasing him for having a fairy follow him around so he’d only dabble with the nerd class on the side :P  

Now, Dean can’t take ninja until level 10 or machinist (gun shooty DPS class) until 50, so his start point as DPS would either be pugilist (eeeey brass knuckle class!) or the other DPS classes to start with are Thaumaturge/Black Mage, Arcanist/Summoner, Archer or Lancer. Now. He’d probably think the first two are sissy because magic is for girls/arcanists literally only have a book as a weapon. Archer becomes bard and I think is ultimately a place he’d be very happy as it is a very supportive class to the whole party and basically the mom friend class. But I would love if he went lancer/dragoon because the level 50 class weapon is (folklore inspired name) “Gae Bolg” and every time I equip it I can’t help giggling at the name even though I know it’s a real thing and I shouldn’t. But. Like. It’s the class about waving enormous lances around. It’s got Implications, and Dean is drawn to those. 

He’d probably, however, take rogue/ninja as soon as he could because stabbing things with knives, and the class trainer is the kinda guy who’d have wild gay tension with him while they both try to boast about women to each other, were they to meet irl. Ironically, the rogue trainer (a womanising charmer) and the ninja trainer (an intense, honourable guy bad at social cues even among his own people who ends up falling from grace and choosing to stay in the vicinity of said rogue trainer) are an interesting pair of NPCs to teach Dean about where to stick knives. :) 

He’d go back and power-level dragoon once he starts Heavensward though, because Aymeric is also super intense with messy dark hair and big blue eyes that see right through you. :D He’s getting that gae bolg for him, you know? 

If they’re going to bully Cas to be their healer, he’d probably get really dedicated to the discipline especially as he can stay up all night to play and doesn’t need to take breaks to pee so he’d probably level conjurer/white mage (nature healing) and scholar (ancient book lore with a class quest which mixes ancient curses on a whole people, family drama and a bit of interspeciesish love) and then also pick up astrologian, which is good because it’s spooky star and making your own fate magic. The storyline for that is garbage in the sense that it’s really weakly written, but my favourite character randomly picks up AST in the latest expansion, and has an absolutely fucking wild subtextual romance with another character, including SPN level adopting of a random child who matches Jack in many respects, with said character. And in many respects emotionally they’re Cas and Dean but without any of the personal baggage between them specifically so they really are just chill and married, whatever else they’re stressed about (I say, dreading the next patch is going to finally bring up some questions about what is going on with them as it’s getting weirdly conspicuous while still utterly unsaid). So I would hope if Cas started projecting onto an astrologian character it would be him :P 

Cas also would get into summoner as the other branch of scholar because honestly those two classes are about as close to the random sigil drawing and reading things from books etc analogy to his own occult magic, except you can summon cool dragons and elementals to fight for you. 

they’d buy Jack a boost to 60 and he’d pick up dark knight and white mage probably just to subtly fuck with Dean 

(I am still not over Dean trying to test him to see if he was evil or not by whether he chose devil or angel cake) 

[minteyedoll]

Hi there! Could I get the RFA (minus Yoosung, plus Saeran and Vanderwood if you write for him!) with an MC who's always wanting to play with their hair? Please and thank you! 💞😳

Hello!!! I'm going to insert Yoosung because he my baby, but you can just skip it tbh, anyway srry for the wait I wrote this a couple times and then my mouse stopped working but I really hope you enjoy it anyways   PD: Tumblr has been cutting my post to the ask and then the keep reading, idk what is happening bc it only does that with certain posts :///

RFA+Saeran+Vanderwood with an MC who always plays with their hair

*Yoosung*

Once he dozed off while studying and he woke up to you playing with the strands of hair that were hanging around his face.

He immediately feels the blood rush to his face and he got up so fast it took it a good minute to get his head to stop spinning around

from that day on, he will pretend to be sleeping sometimes in hopes that would play with his hair again

There were other times when you will touch his hair out of the blue just to point out that his roots were growing again, and he always takes that opportunity to ask if you can help him dye them again

It has become kind of your job to be Yoosung's hairstylist

It distracts him so much when you play with his hair, and you know that, so you better avoid it if you want him to drop out

But it works great when cuddling with him as the small spoon after finals, he just loves it when you make small braids with the longer parts of his hair and just make him feel so close to you

*Zen*

I've heard some people say that he is really picky when it comes to his hair, but I actually think that he actually enjoys it a loot when you play with it

He knows his hair is perfect, but since he realized how much you liked to lay with his hair, he started to take extra care of it.

Until it eventually became part of your weekly routine to incorporate it into your self-care list, with both of you in face and hair mask and/or brushing each other's hair

He used to braid his hair before going to sleep, but once he forgot to do it and woke up to you brushing his hair lightly with your fingers and he couldn't help but smile and caught your hand in his hair and placed his lips on your fingers before letting you keep brushing his hair

I will not lie, there have been a couple of times when his hair gets tangled in you or if you have long hair, both of your heads will be tangled during the night

However, he will gently stop you if you are playing with it in ways it could get seriously tangled or damaged.

*Jaehee*

Don't touch her when she is in Assistant Kang mode, it's not that she doesn't like it, she just wants to get over with all the reports and spend some time with you. But she can't if you keep messing with her hair like that

She will stop you from touching her hair in the mornings after she is ready for work because it always ends up being a mess again

However, she really likes to get home late at night and find you so you can massage her head and get rid of all the memories of Jumin saying nonsense

After quitting her assistant job and growing her hair again, she always asked you to brush it for her, she didn't do that for a long time and it felt a thousand times better when you did it

But she will also ask you not to play with her hair in the coffee shop, and well... that's totally understandable. But when the shop is closed and she is trying to relax, is nice to go behind her and play with any stray strand of hair

*Jumin*

The only people that have ever dared to touch his hair as a grown man were women like Sarah who didn't know boundaries and had no shame at all

So the first time you reached to his hair was once he was reading to you and you wanted to take one of Elizabeth's fur that got stuck in his hair

He kept his composure at the time, but those small moments when your fingers were dancing around his head were the ones he would go back to when the day threw so many things at him.

It is almost canon that he likes to be the big spoon, but there are days when he just wants to make himself small, so he fits into your arms and you can play with his hair all you want and he can rest.

He won't admit it, but he really enjoys when you try to reach for his hair in public, but he will always play it off with a smile and hold your hand in his so you can't keep grabbing his hair around others

*Saeyoung*

The first time that you sneaked from behind him while he was working only to play with his hair, you almost die.

Remember that he is very used to always be in alert and defend himself. So it took him some time to adapt to the affection he suddenly receives from you

However, when he is finally done with work or just feels really tired and craves your attention he will wear his cat ears and crawl into your lap to purr

"I didn't know we had a cat"

"the cat 707 wants attention uwu"

If you like to braid his hair or tie him into mini tails he will refuse to undo them and will walk around the life like that and spam the chat room with photos of it until Vanderwood tells him to go back to work

*Saeran*

When everything started to get back into place and life seemed to smile at him for the first time, the nightmares came back

At first, they came only once in a while, but as they became more frequent he will be more and more tired

One day you noticed and insisted on staying with him while he took a nap, he was visibly scared to sleep, but he accepted your offer regardless.

His body was so tense and he didn't know how to relax despite being terribly tired until you started playing with his hair

First just brushing it lightly with your fingers, then grabbing some strands of white and twist them just enough to not hurt him, and maybe make little patterns in the root of his hair now and there until he started to feel lighter and relax to your touch

I would be lying if I didn't say that he stayed there sleeping for HOURS to recover for all the lost rest. Both Saeyoung and Vanderwood refused to help you free from that man sleeping above you, so you had to stay there and mess your sleep schedule for 10 hours

*V*

Before he gets his surgery, your presence around him was the more comforting sensation for him, and feeling your hands so close to him brought him a sense of protection he logged so bad for

Sometimes when he is laying alone and you are not around, he will grab one of the strands that fly above his eyes and twist it a little bit to remember your fingers playing around hid head while a soft smile paints his face a light shade of pink

He also loves to play with your hair, so somedays you'll have to decide who gets to be the big spoon and brush the other to sleep

He has a lot of photos of you playing with his hair because even if they are difficult to take, it just brings him so many good memories and he just can't resist to try and capture the sensations your gift to him in those moments

*Vanderwood*

As with Saeyoung, you can't afford to suddenly touch him or surprise him with a hug because his first reaction will be to get away from you and prepare for a fight

So will have to ask him first if you can play with hair, to which what he will be very confused at first "You want to what??... well, yeah I suppose you can just don't do any weird stuff"

Sometimes you like to braid his hair and well, maybeeee you forget to undo the braids and he ends up walking with a couple of braids on the back of his hair

Nobody dares to tell him, and it's nor like he hasn't noticed yet, he just likes to leave them on until they come off themselves, it reminds him of you and also gives him an excuse to go back to you

"oi, this thing came off, braid it again...please"

Don’t forget to check my Masterlist and my request rules. 

I’m working on requests now so be patient :))

[make-me-imagine]

congrats on 5.5k!! you're insanely talented and I'm so happy you're getting the recognition you deserve 🥺🥺 could i join in the ship requests too?

I'm a rather small sized (like, 154cm & ~40kg kind of small) Asian female from a South East Asia country and i prefer men, especially men who are taller and Age Gaps™ 🥴 I'm not sure how much you know about/believe in astrology but I'm a Libra sun, Taurus rising and Capricorn moon so you can do what you want with that 😂

I'm an INTP/INFP (I've gotten both an equal number of times from sites OTHER than 16 personality, tho I personally vibe with INTP just a teeny smidge more) if you do MBTI ✌🏼 I LOVE to read, especially fanfiction lmao, and i also write! I really love listening to music + watching shows/movies too! My favourite shows are all mystery/crime based LOL and I am working towards becoming a criminal psychologist/forensic pathologist/forensic scientist in future! (heavily inspired by Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Detective Conan and the like so 😂) I have a really vivid and good imagination please i can spend DAYS just daydreaming and imagining scenarios that I never finish writing about & generally this is how all my work is never finished loll

I'm the eldest sibling at home, and my parents haven't always been around so I've been rather used to stepping up and taking care of myself (+ my sibling, like helping them with homework and all). Some people say I'm a natural born leader? idk bc I often step up to be the leader in group work & I'll often be the one to initiate things & all. I'm a rather big procrastinator though LOLL so you'll often catch me rushing my assignments & final projects & rushing my revision for exams + finals like, 2 days before the actual exam 💀 which often leads to me becoming more stressed out & breaking down more often than i actually should so 🥲 I'm trying to quit this bad habit though

I love cuddles and hugs please I will KILL for cuddles and hugs from my back by a tall character pls it just feels so safe and comforting to be spooned too 🥺🥺 sometimes when I'm too absorbed in work or something (which happens too often for it to be healthy) I might just forget to eat/sleep entirely AND also my sleep routine isn't the best. like i will literally fall asleep at 9pm, wake up in the middle of the night on my own at like, 1am, then usually I'll be rushing homework at this time, then maybe sleep again for a short while from 4ish? till when i have to get up for school/work at 5:30/6am 💀 there's been days where i literally looked so sick from the lack of sleep where my tutor once stopped the class to ask me if I was okay and if i was going to faint LMAO 😔 i feel like I'm a night owl??? but then also i have no problem getting up super early in the morning so?? but i really feel most at home and really enjoy the 3am nights 😌

i am also the class clown lol but it's bc i just make sarcastic comments and all and my friends think they're funny???? but also i enjoy making people laugh bc sometimes i find it interesting to try and see what kind of things make my friends laugh so it's lowkey an experiment? or like something i want to achieve? at this point. I'm fluent in English and Chinese/Mandarin and I'm learning Italian so I roughly know some basics, and I really enjoyed History, which I took last year but dropped this year. (I'm taking English Literature with Biology + Chemistry this year and they're all great, except I'm literally dying from the workload aaahhh 💀)

I'm kinda clumsy and Not Good™ at most sports, maybe passably okay for badminton but I'm really not that athletic and really not very keen on exercising either 😔 I'm quite creative and good with public speaking/creative writing/impromptu performance/speech though I'd say! I'm also in my school's drama club 😎 though I'm more of a backstage lights & sounds kind of person. I'm right handed (with a really neat handwriting, as I've been told many, many, many times) and I wear thin frame spectacles which I sometimes will fall asleep in & I'm so clumsy/careless that I'm actually really afraid I'd break them (it's happened before 😭)

I'm a really good planner? like i can do up a great and detailed schedule/plan for revision and all but i will NOT stick to what i plan 😭😭 i love to snack!!!! on chips + gummies especially, and my diet is quite unhealthy lmao i literally don't eat vegetables At All™ & i don't really eat meat that much too?? lmaoo please i can go for days without having a single proper meal & just survive on snacking on potato chips + soft drinks 💀 i am a very picky eater though so really me not finding food i like/am able to stomach is also really kind of my fault 🤡

while i really vibe with and love the dark academia aesthetic, i also do video/MOBA games, like i play games like Mobile Legends & all. I'm someone who knows most, if not all the lastest trends (like tiktok, memes etc) but i won't actively participate in them? i just kind of like to know things, like Knowledge is Power you know (I'm a Slytherin, in case you're wondering, though I've gotten Ravenclaw so often it's a close tie sometimes)

okay i feel like that's enough details about me? feels like I've told you nothing that's useful oh well LOL... I'd really love a ship for Criminal Minds and Marvel? if that's possible please? in case you missed it, i prefer men! (I'm a questioning bi, with a strong preference for men) for the hc prompt "what you do on your first date" or maybe "how you met + first impressions"?

thank you so much for being so kind and willing to do this ship requests thing!! I'm sure you're spending TONS of time and effort on this and aahhh i feel bad for typing so long paragraphs now (as you may have noticed i have a tendency to ramble on if not stopped because i am just really Socially Awkward ™ sometimes 💀 and have really bad (social) anxiety too) and i really think you're super amazing for doing this??? I'm so sorry if this took up too much of your time aaahhhhh thank you so so so much 🥺😭😭 really the biggest of congratulations to you for your 5.5k??? you really do deserve every single follower & i am SO insanely happy for you 🤩❤️

- 🌙🏒 anon

Don’t worry, you definitely provided enough information lmao. 

And thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it. 

I hope you like the ships I made for you

They are under the cut: 

Criminal Minds: 

I ship you with Hotch. 

You get the age-gap here lol. He would be a bit hesitant due to the age gap at first, but he would get over it because he can not resist. He does not seem like the type of cuddles, and especially does not take part in PDA. But when you are alone he would love holding you and spooning, especially after a long day of work. Aaron would be attracted to your uniqueness as well as your intelligence and aesthetic, finding it to be very “you”. 

How you met + his first impressions: 

You met when you were transferred to the BAU as the new Forensic Pathologist.

Hotch thought you were very interesting when you first met and was definitely intrigued by you. 

He thought you fit in fairly well and would get along with the others (which you do). 

He appreciates a sarcastic sense of humor, so he would dig that as well.

Hotch could tell you had a form of anxiety and wold be patient around you when you first met so that you could open up to him at your own pace.

What you do on your first date:

He takes you to a hockey game. 

He is not the sportiest person but he has had an interest in hockey for a while, sometimes watching it on tv. 

When he learned that you liked it, he decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to invite you on a date as well as to see his first game. 

After the game, you walked around town for a bit, getting some late night food and talking or a long time. 

This allowed you to open up to him quite a bit and you grew more comfortable around him as well, which he is very happy about. 

Best Friend: 

Your best friend is JJ. She thinks you are really cool and unique and nice. She has the type of personality that is easy t get along with and open up too, so you bonded with her quicker than the others. I also feel like she is into hockey as well, so she appreciates your love for it as well. 

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Marvel: 

I ship you with Sam. 

I think Sam is a good fit for you. He is into sports, and digs your aesthetic. He is easy to get along with and very funny. He thinks your line of work is very interesting and loves to listen to you talk about it. Sam also really enjoys crime shows ans thrillers so he is always excited to meet someone who enjoys them as well. 

How you met + his first impressions:

You met through Nat, who you had met through SHIELD years before. 

You happened to be at the compound with Nat when Sam was there and she introduced you. 

He immediately thought you were pretty and very interesting.

Sam could tell you were shy, but that did not stop him from flirting.

Though he also made some jokes and was easy going as to not scare you off. 

He made sure to ask Nat about you once you left and managed to convince her to give him your contact info. 

What you did on your first date: 

He took you to the movies first, to watch the most recent crime thriller that came out. 

After the movie you went to a nearby park and walked around, talking about the movie and other crime/horror related stuff. 

You got food at a food truck and sat by the fountain together. 

He was appalled when you told him that you didn’t eat that often (if came a part of your relationship later on that he would try to cook you meals that you’d like just so you WOULD EAT). 

You ended up spending hours together, and it felt like no time at all.

So you were definitely up for another date with him, which he of course asked you about.  

Best-Friend: 

Natasha. She was the first one you met, and slowly introduced you to the others. She thought you were really cool when you first met and was surprised at how well you go along. That is sometimes hard for her to do, so once you became friends she never took that for granted. She and Sam would gang up on you when you weren’t eating btw. 

xxaaron

[oh-jjg]

GIRLFRIEND TAG

(Kim Namjoon ed.)

Author's note: I've been wanting to write wholesome things about BTS having a girlfriend and trying the game 'Girlfriend Tag', in which the boys will ask series of questions about themselves to their s/o to find out how well they know their boyfriends.

(P.S. this is my first time publishing my work, so I'm sorry if it has bunch of errors, and also, English is not my first language huhuhu)

Setting: The two of you are inside of your bedroom when you suggested to vlog and play the game.

When he agreed to do it with you, you immediately hopped off the bed to set-up the camera at the foot of your bed which captured the view of your love nest with a Namjoon laying comfortably while reading a new book he got from his recent tour.

He's wearing a plain white tee and a silk PJs that you had bought for him while he was away. It suits him well and he seemed to like it.

You instructed him to sit at the end of the bed and be the host for this vlog (because he will be the one to ask the questions) and told him you will host in his channel.

He started by impersonating your YT intro and telling your viewers what you two will be doing.

KNJ: For the first question, what is my favorite color?

Y: Oh that one's easy, you like monochromatic colors, but if you have to choose one, it's probably black---but lately, you've been into pink and idk why

KNJ: And? You forgot something.

You zoned out at his eyes for a bit, trying your best to remember what it was.

Y: What?

KNJ: You definitely know that, I swear.

You felt pressured when he threw you an It's-okay-I-won't-be-mad-but-I-might look, but thank God you remembered it after few tries of recalling your past convos in your head.

Y: OH VIOLET!

A rush of excitement and confidence flood through you making you whack Joon's arm.

KNJ: Close, but--

Soft chuckles came out of his plump lips when he saw your reaction after he shook his head no.

Y: "NO? AH! PURPLE!???"

You were so anxious waiting for his response, but a sigh of relief escaped from you when he nodded.

KNJ: Correct.

He looked at the camera to complain at the armys who were watching about you for forgetting the color purple.

Y: What's the difference? They look the same to me.

KNJ: They look alike but they differ in intensity, though they have a similar meaning.

He said, emphasizing the word 'alike'.

STILL KNJ: Put it this way, it's like calling your identical twin with your name.

Fair point.

You nod your head slowly, agreeing to what he had said.

Y: Next!

You were excited to answer his questions but your face went blank when he asked you the next one.

KNJ: How many children do I want to have in the future, and why?

You tried to remain calm for the camera. It was a sensitive topic to discuss in front of millions of people following you and your boyfriend because it hasn't been that long when the two of you came out to the public to announce that you are officially dating and a lot of fans didn't react well upon hearing the news.

So you tried to confirm it by asking a dumb question.

Y: Uhh.. kids? As in babies?

With a nervous laugh he answered back.

KNJ: Yes, babies.

He assured you that it's okay to answer by patting your back and flashing a smile at you.

Y: Uhh...

You started to speak, but nothing comes out. Namjoon looked at you once again to nod and gesture his hand telling you to continue.

Y: Hmm before, Joonie told me that he only wanted to have one of any gender.

You took a pause to look at Namjoon's beaming face.

Y: but yesterday, he said he wants 3, 2 boys and a girl.

Giggling, you pinched Namjoon's cheek.

KNJ: Next, most favorite place I've traveled/visited?

Y: That's unfair, you've gone to a lot of places already.

You looked upwards, searching, as if answers are painted on the ceiling. You hummed while thinking but you just couldn't think of any. You glanced at your boyfriend who's waiting for your answer and you grabbed the opportunity to let him know that you have no idea so please, giving a hint would be helpful.

KNJ: I'm not giving any hints, that's cheating.

Y: Oh come on, bruuuuuuuuh it's just a hint.

KNJ: I will deduct it to your final score.

Y: Just give me 3 hints for every 10 questions, and if you let me have hints, I will let you watch our favorite series without me interrupting to ask you a question.

KNJ: Try harder

Y: Fine, I will let you watch it even if I'm away or asleep.

KNJ: Deal.

After long bickering and negotiation, he decided to give you one, just one.

He squinted his eyes, sighing, making sure to give you the most minimal hint he could think of.

KNJ: It's a city.

Y: A city?

Joon waited for your answer, but he still got nothing.

Y: Wait---THAT'S THE HINT?

Namjoon rolled his eyes, trying to hold back his laughter.

KNJ: Okay, home of steaks and hamburgers.

Your eyes went wide your mouth formed an 'o' when a sudden realization struck you.

Y: Oh I forgot about that. New York City.

You're getting all confident and cheeky again after answering his question correctly.

You turned your head to look at him when he was taking too long to ask you another. You saw that he was reading the next question but he was hesitating to read it out loud so you asked him what was wrong.

KNJ: It's kinda R-18, I'm gonna skip it.

Y: I'm cool with it.

KNJ: But we have viewers who are below 18.

You were curious to know what the question was that made Namjoon dead serious and read it yourself.

Y: What's your favorite sex posi--

To your surprise, Namjoon was quick to respond, all you knew was that you were being tackled down back to the bed by your boyfriend before you could even comprehend or finish reading the question.

When you realized what it was,

Y: *Dies in Laughter*

KNJ: That's all for today's vlog, I hope you all enjoyed watching.

Y: *Still laughing in the background*

Namjoon threw you one last glare before turning off the camera,

but before it completely went off

"Doggy" was shouted in between laughter.

[no-droids]

Hi! I LOVE your writing! It inspired me to actually write something myself, so I wanted to thank you for giving me some courage :) I also wanted to ask how long it usually took you to write a chapter/story? I've been working on mine for a couple of hours and I feel like it's taking longer than it should idk. Looking forward to the next chapter of "Rough Day" though!!

Everybody takes different amounts of time writing, reading, and editing and that’s TOTALLY COOL

Rough day chapters have typically been anywhere between 3k and 5k so far and I’ve never finished a single chapter in one day, much less a few hours. I feel like that’d be spectacular tbh

The quickest I’ve been able to get out a new update was a five day turnaround during finals week, and that was with a fire lit under my ass. Quite a bit of time goes into each chapter, not just writing but editing and trying to make them solid for you guys. I’m a relatively quick writer but a slow ass editor. Maybe I’m just clunkier than most but I would advise you NOT to feel like a couple of hours on a story is longer than you should take. Pace yourself, eat some cookies, consider the words. Also I’ve noticed it’s incredibly helpful to have a fellow Star Wars/literature nerd you can text random snippets to and ask about characterization opinions, prompts, do you think this sounds weird, etc.

I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to read ANYTHING ANY OF MY FOLLOWERS WRITE by the way, so tag me or message me whenever you post. I feel like these new shows are a lovely opportunity for Star Wars fans to reset, come together and reinvent the way we’ve interacted with each other historically. I have nothing but goddamn love and fucking support for each and every one of you. now lets go write about getting plowed ok

All together now. I am one with the dick, the dick is with me.

[fatherquesadilla]

Orion D. Black -They/Them · @DungeonCommandr

4th Jul 2020 from TwitLonger

my statement

"It's July 3th and I no longer work for Wizards of the Coast. I no longer work on D&D, the little that I did. This is going to be a long thread and my last for quite a while, so bear with me.

I took the job for two reasons. The first was for the dream. To escape poverty doing what I love, writing and making games. The second was to make D&D welcoming to the millions who are scorned by it.

A lot of people had hope for D&D that they carried with me. While some people were upset to see me work for a corporation that overshadows indie, others hoped that I would be able to make real change. I tried. I failed. And I lost a lot.

Liking a tweet or post, RTing, or even following people who speak ill of WotC can lose you your job in an instant. That's why you never see it happen. @Zbeg is 100% correct. It's a silencing tool. I can say more now.

Kindness doesn't replace respect. Working within your comfort zone doesnt support change. Most people in that group were not ready for me to be there, a nonbinary Black person who would actually critique their problems. Idk what they expected.

I worked hard for a very long time. I got a lot of smiles and vocal support, but it was followed by inaction and being ignored. My coworkers were frustrated for me, and still are now. I confided in them often, cried on shoulders on a few occasions.

I realized at one point that leadership had given me 2 assignments over about 5 months. It was mostly me asking project leads for work, searching out opportunities. Leadership didnt really care about me or my growth. I had to.

I firmly believe that I was a diversity hire. There was no expectation for me to do much of anything. I probably disrupted them by being vocal and following up. It didnt matter if I was supported by seniors and positive.

I think genuine people proposed me as an option and it was accepted because it would look like a radical positive change. It would help quiet vocal outrage. And because I had to stay silent, it was a safe bet.

I started to lose all of my confidence. I started to lose trust in myself. After finding out that I wasnt getting an extension or FTE, I resolved to just finish things out and take care of myself. To stop fighting and to just survive, quietly. But it just kept getting worse.

They would talk about how they're going to start working on treating staff better, retaining contractors, actually answering questions. How much they were invested in diversity and change even though they hired two cis white dudes into two big leadership positions during this. One of whom claimed that he doesnt know what he's doing. No shit. I never want to hear "maybe they just hire the best person for the job" again.

I found out that some of my work was stolen, which destroyed me. It lined up with a project they were going to do and I had sent it in to someone in leadership months ago. The project was announced and this person who contributed "forgot" that we had a meeting where I gave them my ideas, and then a follow up document the day after. I knew nothing was going to be done about it. Someone else told me that the person said sorry that they forgot. That's it.

I was really losing my ability to do much of anything. I have depression and anxiety and ADHD, all of which I manage pretty well. But those parts of me were under the pressure of being ignored, disrespected, "forgotten", and not being able to say a word to the world.

Then, as social unrest continued global due to BLM, the D&D team comes out with their statement. It was like a slap in the face. How much they care about people of color, how much changing things (that I and others had been pushing for months, if not longer) was just going to happen now. It took weeks of protesting across the globe to get D&D to do what people they hired have been already telling them to fix. You cannot, CANNOT say Black lives matter when you cannot respect the Black people who you exploit at 1/3rd your pay, for progressive ideas you pick apart until it's comfortable, for your millions of profit year over year. People of color can make art and freelance, but are never hired. D&D takes what they want from marginalized people, give them scraps, and claim progress.

I spent my time in that building worrying about how much people hated me for working there. I spent a lot of time thinking about how much it hurt to work there. I had and still have supporters, and many. Thanks to you all for being my voice and speaking out when I could not. But I felt so isolated and alone. If not for some coworkers who checked in on me, who were going through the same things? I would've quit. Every angry statement about D&D felt personal because I couldn't fix it. Because I failed, whether it was my fault or not. I felt like I was being trashed by everyone because I could not disconnect what I set as a personal responsibility from the state of the game. That part IS my fault.

But I wound up as I am now because of all of this and much, much more. I am depressed. I am unable to write. I constantly question if anything I create is worth anything. I feel like I let everyone down, and no matter how much people tell me I didnt, that doesnt change. I feel guilty for not being what y'all needed me to be, what I wanted to be, and betrayed for how I was treated at that company. It's an exceptionally kind place on the D&D team. People are very nice to each other in a very genuine way that I truly enjoyed. However, that doesnt replace respect. That doesnt delete how I was treated. It doesnt change the fact that I honestly never want to play a trpg again and am definitely not working in that field anymore.

I know that I'm probably losing a ton of opportunities writing elsewhere because of what I've said here, as well as what I've sent in internally. It may mean that I will return to poverty, which makes me feel like a failure to my race, my family, and my partner who I want to provide the world. But under all these things, I have my integrity. I worked my ass off. I did my best for as long as I could. And I didnt let them treat me like that without telling the world what needs to be said.

Trust actions, not words. Not "look at how much we freelance so and so", because freelancing is exploitation of diversity with no support for the freelancer. Not "here we finally did what we KNOW we should've done a long time ago", because they only care about how optics turn to dollars. EVERYTHING involving D&D will continue to farm marginalized people for the looks and never put them in leadership. They wont be put on staff. They will be held at arms length. I hope they prove me wrong.

A lot of BIPOC and other marginalized people are trying to make their way by using D&D. Dont shame them for that. Think about how much, and when you wield your anger, that it is done righteously.

That said, I dont recommend to anyone, working for the D&D department of Wizards of the Coast."

https://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1sra9pq

[x-useobwa-x]

༄ are you mad? | 너 화났어?

Jungkook x Reader

➺ Word count: + 1k

╰Due to his PC being broken, Jungkook finds himself visiting the internet cafe daily for hours to play Overwatch. He's an outstanding player, by far better than many of his teammates and he carries his games, but there's one player he always encounters over and over again.

a/n: yooo! I've been itching to write this short thing for a while already! It's nothing special or anything, but I really enjoyed it! It was a nice change from my usual stuff! 🤧👌🏼

Start reading!

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Jesus fucking christ.

„Fuck!“ he curses under his breath.

This is the seventh time he got sniped down out of the blue and everytime he peeks at the kill-feed, he's burning with rage.

It's the same name. All over again, he's getting killed by the same goddamn player. This has been going on since the day his PC broke.

How it broke in the first place? Well, in his opinion it was because of said player. Even while he was playing at home, he already got hunted down by that one person behind the screen somewhere in the world, making him question all the talent he actually has. At some point he got so angry that he lost his control and kept kicking his computer, loaded with rage.

This is now two weeks ago, and he can't get over the fact that this guy is better than him. Usually he would look up to these better than him, but with this goddamn little shit he just can't get any clear thoughts.

He's so fixated on finding the enemies' Widowmaker that he got too careless and- shoot.

„What the FUCK,“ he yells into his headset, having the majority of the internet cafe turning around and giving him looks.

This damn guy.

Venom. Once again, it was Venom that shot him down.

‚I'm so sick and tired of this dude. Jesus fucking christ.‘

Jungkook is far beyond reaching his limit. This has to be settled, once and for good. He's furiously typing something down in the game-chat.

[Seagull: yo venom, after this game, let's go 1vs1 and lets put an end to this. Its been weeks and you can't seem to fucking stop.]

[Venom: lol what you so triggered for. its just a game bro.]

‚It's just a game? Jesus christ. This... this dude really is something.‘

[Seagull: are you scared?]

[Venom: nope. just not serious about this game. but if you insist, lol sure.]

Jungkook is evily grinning to himself.

This will be the last time he'll get his ass whooped by Venom. That dude might be good with 5 other players on his team that distract Jungkook, but on a 1vs1 battle he definitely will have the upper hand.

„Kook are you sure you want to do that?“ Seokjin calls out to him through the voice chat.

„Yeah I am. I am so sick of getting my ass beaten by that kid, I have to.“

„Well, good luck, because the game's ending now.“

Jungkook doesn't fucking care. He just wants to settle this. He has to show off that he's better, he has to-

‚What the actual fuck?‘

Now he's really pissed. As soon as the game finishes and the ‚Play of the game‘ comes up, he has to fight the urge to throw away the keyboard.

The recap shows one of the many times Venom has shot him down, and it wasn't even a good one in Jungkooks opinion.

[Seagull: wow kinda sad that you got the POTG with that.]

[Venom: you butthurt or smth?]

„B-butthurt??“ he scoffs. „This little...“

„Well. See you, Kook. Good luck with Venom.“ Seokjin says and leaves the group.

He's waiting. He's waiting for Venom to invite him into a private game so he can restore his pride. He is butthurt, but that doesn't mean that he has to admit that to everyone.

[GROUP INVITATION FROM VENOM]

,Finally. Took him long enough.‘ is all he thinks as he clicks ,accept‘.

[Venom: widowmaker 1vs1?]

[Seagull: yes ofc]

[Venom: lol aight]

As both of them enter the game, Jungkooks fingers are itching to turn this around.

‚5...4...3...2...1...go!‘ the game counts down and both of them rush out of their bases to hide.

Jungkook is concentrating with all he has while he zooms into his scope as he tries to track down Venom.

„There you are,“ he whispers as he finds the hated enemy and slowly moves his cursor to steady his aim on Venoms head.

‚Gotcha!‘

Jungkook immediately takes the lead. He's feeling so content right now- they're roughly 20 seconds in and he already shot him down. Using the time until Venom respawns, he repositions himself and hides, scope fixated in the direction of the enemy's base.

‚Come out, come on, show yourself.‘

Just as he finished his thought, he gets shot, and Jungkook can‘t help but stare in disbelief. Where the fuck did he hide? Why didn't he see him? He hates to admit it, but that was a very good play.

[Seagull: yo wtf. that was actually sick,,,]

[Venom: thx broski]

[Seagull: nah we aint bros man. but still, that was dope as fuck.]

The game keeps going like this; both are pretty much equally good, and Jungkook hates that he realizes that. Well, at least he isn't worse. But what actually is worse, is that he starts enjoying playing with Venom. It has been ages that Jungkook met someone that could keep up with his skill.

It stands 29-29 right now, the game limit being 30 kills. This is now going to decide things.

[Venom: this is actually pretty fun. i mean, i have my cursor on your head for the past 2 minutes but i don't want to shoot, i'on want this to be over yet]

[Seagull: ikr, tbh i even feel bad for all the hate and the tons of reports i sent in because of you lmao]

[Venom: EXCUSE ME WHAT CNXND YOU REPORTED ME??? YOU ASSHAT I GOT EXP PENALTY BECAUSE OF YOU I—]

[Seagull: ,,,sOrry??? idk man you really pissed me off ajfksk i hated that you were better its not even that you were better its just that you were always so cOckY OOF i hated it but ur actually?? pretty fun??]

[Venom: lol i'm sorry but your reactions always were gold kfkdls]

[Seagull: yea i,,, i can see that LOL i got pretty worked up. I even crushed my computer in anger oops]

[Venom: you did wHat]

[Seagull: HFKDKDL LET ME BE]

Jungkook is smiling to himself. This guy isn't all too bad after all. Not even half as cocky as he thought. Maybe he'd even end up teaming up with him some time. That thought is immediately cancelled again, though.

Suddenly, his character falls, shot down by the person he just praised for not being as bad as he initially thought. Fuck that.

[Seagull: WHAT THE FUCK BRUH??]

[Venom: lol i thought i'm not your bro]

[Seagull: yEah NOT ANYMORE NOW,,,]

[Venom: are you mad?]

[Seagull: uhh y e s ?? I thought we didn't want to finish this fkdkls]

[Venom: IM SORRY BUT YOUR REACTIONS REALLY JUST ARE SO GOOD I CANT HELP IT-]

Jungkook sighs. He wants to be pissed, but he can't really. He knows it was just meant as a joke, but still, that means the game is over now, and he's kind of feeling sad.

[Seagull: yo... you maybe wanna stay in the group and keep talking a bit? y'know, just being on the title screen and ,,, t a l k]

[Venom: u mean voice chat?]

[Seagull: yea i mean if you want to,,,]

[Venom: uhh sure why not]

Jungkook enables the voice chat and waits for Venom to do the same.

As soon as he gets the notification that his new mate joined the voice chat, there's some sort of awkward silence; it seems like neither of them wants to go first, but then they happen to start talking at the same time.

„Uhh hello?“

„Uhm, hi?“

Silence. Jungkooks eyes widen an unreal amount and his mouth slightly falls open.

There are two things that he would like to point out. First, the voice belongs to a girl, which he didn't expect at all. But the second thing is, that the voice came from nowhere else than the booth right next to him.

He jumps out of his chair and watches as you do the exact same- and there you both are, looking at each other like two idiots.

„You- you're Venom??“

„You are Seagull? Dude we've been both coming here everyday sitting in the same damn places??“

„As if I didn't figure that yet. What the- so you are the person that keeps hunting me down?“ he says as if he's just figured out all the mysteries of the world.

„What do you mean ‚hunting you down‘? YOU are hunting me down!“

The both of you stare at each other, pouts on your faces before you burst into laughter.

What the actual fuck is happening right now? An hour ago he wished to rip the gamer that goes by the name Venom into pieces, and now he's standing infront of you and your smile and the melody of your laughter is sending his stomach tingling. Is this what people call ‚love at the first sight‘? Because if so, that's definitely what's happening right now. A girl? Not to mention a very beautiful one? Playing his favorite game almost better than he himself does? And on top of that she's funny and seems nice so far? He'd be damned if he'd let this opportunity slide. He could be living the dream of many, many men and he's not one to pass a chance he'd like to take.

„You know, what do you think about us just logging out for now and grab a coffee together? Getting to know each other and continuing our talk offline?“ he smirks, eyes big and full of hope.

„Hmm, I guess that does sound fair, I mean, I owe you one for all the teasing and for your broken computer, huh?“

„You totally do,“ he says as a wide smile starts spreading across his lips.

[brites]

There's so much in your fab blog I'm a little lost. Do you have some Kiyoyachi fluff? If not next time you're feeling the ladies I'd die for Yachi stress snacking at university and sweating the freshman 15 but Kiyoko thinking she's cute and idk feeding her sugared strawberries or something tooth rotting like that. I'll keep looking until then and see if I've missed it somewhere! Thank you so much. Good luck with your studies too!

AN: I love love love this prompt! i’ll also hit you up with some chubby kiyoyachi fluff here and here, because i love my girls.

also i don’t think i’ve ever had sugared strawberries before but they look so good?? yes pls

Kiyoko knew she should say something – she just wasn’t sure what.

“Okay, so I have to write this essay for Linguistics… and then I have this project for Graphic Design that needs to be finished by the day after tomorrow. Or is it tomorrow? Oh man, I don’t know! I don’t remember!”

“It’s on your syllabus,” Kiyoko put in, remaining calm in an attempt to soothe her girlfriend. Hitoka’s hands did not stray from where they were tangled in her hair.

“Where’s my syllabus?”

“Oh the wall.”

Hitoka rounded towards the wall, nearly crashing into her desk as she did so. Her arms wavered, but she managed to right herself before she could topple over. Immediately, she focused the full force of her anxious attention on her assignment list.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she sighed, eyes fluttering shut in relief. “It’s not until Friday…”

More than used to her girlfriend’s stress-induced hysterics by now, Kiyoko was unfazed. “Have another strawberry,” she said, pushing the bowl forward.

Maybe it was Kiyoko’s fault. She would be the first to admit that she’d been spoiling Hitoka a lot ever since she entered college. It was just… so tempting to lavish attention on her girlfriend now that they lived on the same campus. They were so close to each other, after being separate for two years. Not to mention the fact that Hitoka needed the support. Ever since beginning college, her stress levels had gone through the roof.

Kiyoko wasn’t worried. Deep down, beneath Hitoka’s layers of anxiety, she knew her girlfriend had a core of steel. Hitoka would be able to handle the stress of college as soon as she got used to it.

In the meantime, Kiyoko would do what she could to help.

Hitoka sunk down onto the bed with a sigh, picking up a strawberry and popping it into her mouth. She made a tiny contented noise as the sweet flavors hit her tongue, and Kiyoko felt a smile pull at the corners of her lips.

Hitoka’s shirt, she noticed, was the slightest bit too small for her. It hugged her sides, accentuating every curve of her body -- and newfound ripple. As soon as Kiyoko’s eyes caught the rolls of chub bunching the shirt up at Yachi’s sides, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Okay, so maybe her efforts to pamper her girlfriend had been having unexpected effects. It wasn’t completely her fault. Hitoka was a stress eater to begin with, and now that she was under so much more stress it seemed like she was always snacking on something. She had always been sort of plump; but since coming to college, the freshman fifteen had hit her hard. When she had changed earlier, Kiyoko noticed that her belly now stuck out over the waist of her underwear, and her leggings were clearly a size too small to hide it.

“Oh -- you noticed?”

Kiyoko jolted back to attention to find her girlfriend staring at her. It was all she could do to keep her face from flushing, even as Hitoka’s own cheeks flared red.

“I know, I know -- I’ve gotten kind of fat, huh? A lot of my clothes are starting to get tight on me. I really should stop snacking so much...” She eyed the half of a strawberry in her hand guiltily, and Kiyoko felt her heart seize up. She wasn’t trying to make Hitoka feel bad at all! Her girlfriend had nothing to feel bad about -- she was gorgeous.

“No! That isn’t what I meant,” she hastened to say, placing a hand on Hitoka’s shoulder. The girl turned towards her, eyes wide; Kiyoko took the opportunity to capture her lips with her own.

The kiss lingered for several long seconds. As Kiyoko’s hands caressed her girlfriend’s boy, she tried to memorize every curve. She loved all of it -- every inch, every stretch mark and bit of chub. She was adorable; but more than that, she was beautiful.

“I love you,” she breathed when they finally parted, her lips still centimeters away from Hitoka’s own. “All of you. I love your body the way it is now, and I don’t want you to feel like you need to change for anyone except yourself.”

Hitoka’s cheeks were colored with a faint blush; she always got bashful whenever Kiyoko was affectionate. But now there was adoration shining in her eyes, and Kiyoko wanted nothing more than to kiss her again.

“I love you too,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to Kiyoko’s own. “Thank you for helping me. I’m... sure I’ll get myself together in another few weeks, but in the meantime... will you please keep taking care of me?”

Kiyoko smiled, reaching for the bowl of strawberries. When she raised it to Hitoka’s lips, her girlfriend accepted it as eagerly as the kiss. “Hitoka,” she said, “I’ll always take care of you.”