#ill draw balls now bye

[daily-basil]

Nendoroid Basil looking up at normal headspace Basil asking why his head is small

Okay but what if nendo basil was human sized

[todayisafridaynight]

i dont get how daigo could be bitchy and moody while wearing a puffer like . my brother in christ do you even know how silly you look rn trying to be emo in a puffer

[trottlecanon]

INTRO POST!!

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HIHI!! you can call me calico or leafy, either one iz fine :3

i uze she/they/paw!

im a demigirl + sapphic and i uze xenogenderz! im also questioning if im on the aromantic/aroace spectrum

im 13! im gonna be 14 on december 3 >_<

i have social anxiety and autizm (both diagnosed)

i have a typing quirk! herez how i uze it:

“i forgot to do my homework last night, i hope my teacher doesnt check today.” iz now: “i 4got 2 do my homework last night, i hope my teacher doeznt check 2day.”

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im an editor, artist, and fanfic writer!

ive been editing since december 2021! ive alwayz only uzed capcut becauze idk how 2 uze anything else tbh..i post my edits on tiktok (bottom of post)

ive been drawing traditionally my whole life, and digitally since 2020, i uze ibispaintx and my art acc iz on instagram (bottom of post)

im also a fanfic writer! i have a bfb au and i write oneshots once in a blue moon (i write on ao3 and wattpad, bottom of post)

tbh 4 this account im gonna fuck around and find out what gets reach

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MY SPECIAL INTERESTS ARE CATS AND OBJECT SHOWZ PLEAZE ASK ME ABOUT THEM PLZPSLZPZLZ

i have 6 cats and a dog i love them so so much

i first discovered the osc in 2016 and ive been fixating on it on and off ever since </3 so far ive watched bfdi, ii, hfjone, burner, and cfmot and i plan 2 watch a lot more! a few showz on my list are extraordinary excellent entitiez, the nightly manor, ion, etc!

some of my other hyperfixationz/interests are total drama, vocaloid, project sekai, hell park/south park, dr stone, percy jackson, lps 2012, pokemon, spooky month, tbhk, AND A LOT MORE god im in so many fandomz plz

i kin a lot of characterz…my highest kinz are leafy (bfb), fan (ii), nene kusanagi (pjsekai), amelia euler (one), taylor nolan (one), teardrop (bfb), x (bfb), remote (tpot), suitcase (ii), microphone (ii), tweek tweak, heidi turner, pip pirrup, mafuyu asahina (project sekai), ena shinonome (pjsekai), AND SO MANY MORE BC IM MENTALLY ILL

i also collect ships like baseball cardz so here are some of my fav ships!

bfb/bfdi/tpot: tree x bottle, liy x leafy, teardrop x leafy, pillow x book, gelatin x leafy, tennis ball x goof ball, pin x coiny, and a bunch of other ships with leafy LMAO

inanimate insanity: poly bright lights, fan x test tube, lightbulb x paintbrush, suitcase x microphone, soap x microphone, lifering x tea kettle, baseball x nickel, suitcase x balloon (only platonically!)

hfjone: liam x bryce x amelia, taylor x charise, bryce x amelia, liam x owen

cumfart and burner: spraypaint x kit, kit x rozey, tissuez x record, knify x picture, chargery x socka, yoshka x kratcy

project sekai: nene x tsukasa, kohane x akito, an x kohane, akito x toya, mizuki x an, rui x emu, ena x airi, minori x kohane

tbh the only tdi ships i like so far are noah x cody and tyler x lindzay

I CANT MAKE THIS INTRO POST SILLY ANYMORE BECAUZE COPY AND PASTE IZ BEING FUCKY

BOUNDARIEZ!!

dni: basic dni, pro/comshipperz, xenogender/neopronoun antiz, rarepair antiz, winner x clock shipperz

thin ice (unless we r close): cringe culture believerz, fireafy likerz, oc x canon antiz, firey defenderz, tree x remote shipperz

plz interact: osc, cat loverz, pjsekai playerz, vocaloid fanz, TROTTLE SHIPPERZ, literally any1 who sharez my interests

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bye thanks 4 reading! :3

[sarahhillips]

This Just In; I’m Fried and Continuing My Libertys Kids Marathon

Across the Delaware

Ah yes, the one with the boats.

Ffs can’t you just draw her in a robe or sum

They’re wearing Snuggies

Bro is done and I can’r blame him

I’m sorry Sarah but your snuggie looks like it was skinned from the scrotom of a giant.

Scrotom Snuggie

We’re gonna ruin the Christmas party

Office Christmas Party with the LK characters.

Those beans?

How colonial kids had lunch

Dr. Franklin came to France to fuck French girls

“I just came here to fuck French harlots.”

Washington be strategizing

Hey guys we’re going to war just trust me

Is this dude gonna die

And there they go across a frozen river

The Hessians have no idea.

Oh fuck he fell out.

James you’re a hero. An Orlando Bloom dream boy.

These dudes are SLOSHED

This reminds of of walking through a snowy village

Sarahs got that gentle touch

They’re still wearing their hats but not their uniforms? 😂 Now I can’t help but to think of Hessians attacking while wearing only their hats.

Dude didn’t read his text messages.

Yay ya’ll finally won something

I feel like Sarah should be wearing a fur hood and a wool dress here. And muffs.

Sarah praising Washington shows she’s not biased toward Britain so she’s not a biggot.

An American in Paris

This episode made me underestimate how horrific smallpox actually was.

Google it if you don’t have a weak stomach, but dudes

Smallpox is no joke, thank you science for vaccines.

I’ve never even gotten chicken pox

I used to think chicken pox was something that was supposed to happen to every kid and was confused when I never had it. Well you got your proof there Ben

Henry wants to go to the ball. Moses is like the evil stepmother saying no.

French people dress funny

I love Sarahs friendship with Abigail Adams

Oh hey look there’s Hamilton THAT CHEATING PIG

WHY DO WE NEED A SCENE OF BEN TAKING A FUCKING BATH!?

AND THERE ARE OTHER MEN IN THE BATHROOM WITH HIM

Ingest mercury!? Like fuck

Sarah will volunteer for anything even catching a life threatening illness

We already know this because of the musical

“We gentlemen of low birth.” Ah, so that’s why they click.

Oh, balls.

Bens here so the parties officially begun.

Where is the king. Where’s Marie Antionette?

She could be getting guillotined in front of Henri and he’d be eating strudel while he watched.

Uh oh she’s coughing

That faint wasn’t very convincing

There should be bumps all over her skin

The doctor said ‘Yeah, she might die. Bye’

Arnold has a tavern? Is it like Gastons Tavern?

Looks like he came to get his portrait done too.

What kind of trip is this. They’re trying way too hard to make it freighting

But awwwwww here comes her dad

This scene could have you think that she’s dying and going to Heaven if her father wasn’t alive

And then she finally gets to go on a walk with her father.

Where is Martha? Don’t talk about her if you’re not going to bring her out.

They brought back the sexy doctor.

“Get vaccinated James” quoth Hamilton

I feel like modern day Abigail Adams would be a healthcare worker

[tenshindon]

hey peebrain

[lolita-lollipop]

Hi could I get some headcanons for a yandere demon who was accidentally summoned by a child and the demon realizes that the small child just wanted someone to play with. The parents neglects the child and even when the kid comes into the room with the demon the parents are like “go play somewhere else sweetie” so the demon is basically just like “yup this child is mine” and just takes the child to the underworld with them, thank you 🥺

I started a one shot on this, and then realized that you wanted headcannons, so there is totally gojnng to be a part two of this that is the actual process. Kk, into it now.

I had to skip through th me “kidnapping” one, because there isn’t much to describe about it.

(I can’t tag you since your anonymous, but Just know I’ll post it in the next few days)

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-he, of course, meets you after you summon him with the ritual you saw in a picture book. He’s actually quite suprised that a child summoned him just to play trains in a sandbox. It isn’t like he can go anywhere till you dismiss one of the candle flames, so he just sits down and humors you.

-he is quite confused on the fact that you want him to play with you, and not some of your friends. You seem like a sweet little one, very polite indeed, and you haven’t even judged him on his demonic appearance, usually humans run screaming from the red tint in his skin, black eyes, and large horns. So he is very intrigued by you.

-usually, he’s not one for human sympathy, mainly because they treat him likes he’s some monster from hell (which he is), But it still hurts. You on the other hand, don’t even seem to care at all about the fact, you are treating him like some friend, not a demonic pet for you to order around. He immediately feels a bond between the two of you, it might be one sided, but still, you are just too sweet for this blasted world you’ve been shoved in.

-when he learns that this precious’s little thing that is you, has never felt any sort of love, even though you are just a ball of heaven, he is angry. Humans are nasty, vile creatures, the one time, the ONE TIME that one isn’t taking advantage of him, someone is openly hurting them? This is where the yandere-ness starts, he might not have known you for long, but he immediately feels protective, how could someone hurt such a little thing like you? That should be counted as a criminal act.

-when you let him out of the star (with his careful instruction to only blow away one of the lines) he’ll immediately grab your hand, and hoist you up to his chest, which by the way, is 8 feet off the ground. He’ll ask you where these “parents” of yours are, whilst rubbing circles back and forth on your shoulders with his warm hands. You point towards the little blue house where you lived, and he’ll go walking in there like he owns the place. When you say you made a new friend, your mommy jsut sheigged you off and told you to go play because she’s busy and can’t deal with you. This triggers him to a whole new level.

-he’ll take you back outside immediately, and set you in the center of the star, shooting a flew unstoppable flames into the blue house, then he’ll ask you to draw a new line for the star, and you and him both are transported into the world of the under, the last remains of earth in Your mind consisted of a few feminine screams.

“This child is mine now. Filthy human.”

Treatment:

-when arriving in literal hell, you would find that it’s surprisingly normal, actually pretty beautiful if you were to ask me. The sky was black, and the plants and ground were red. But it was such a pretty sight. You wowed at whatever this place was, while holding onto the side of his arm.

-this man, treats you like a little princess, his little princess of course. He dresses you in the finest of clothing, feeds you the best food, and plays the best games with you. He chooses to ill the role of your parent, mainly because the human scum who called themselves your biological parents, were cowards, and didn’t deserve the title. You’ll see him attempt to imitate a human parent, but soon just say “Aw fuck it” and go his own way.

-he doesn’t really get mad at you, in fact it’s very hard for him to even feel slightly annoyed at you, none of the things you do are intentional, so most of the things that could annoy him get blamed on someone else.

-is the most overprotective being you’ll ever meet, not letting you do even the simplest of tasks because “you could get hurt”, apparently you are too fragile to complete basic tasks. He’ll help you get dressed, he’ll fed you, he’ll literally carry you everywhere, all the while he’ll be scaring away any other demons from his manor in case they smelled the sweet child that you are, and wanted it for themselves.

-you’re his best friend, but even so, you have to go back home at some point right? Wrong, he’ll make you think as if whatever place you were before, where you were neglected, and ignored, was nothing but a dream, when you ask any questions about it, he’ll shush you and tell you that it’s nap time or something.

-he doesn’t care at all if you miss your mommy and daddy, he never did understand why humans could form attachments to people who mistreat them. He’ll grow angered, not at you of course, you aren’t trying to do it on purpose, but more so at everyone in your past life that’s keeping you from him. So he might pull a few strings with some humans int he surface that are in debt to him, and bam, your old school, your fathers house, your friends horns, everything in town, has now burst into flames.

-nicknames include: littles, little one, child

Punishment:

-as I said he doesn’t get mad very easily, busy he also won’t tolerate a certain level of disobedience. That being said, he will never even think about embolism any form of physical pain upon you. Resorting to more tactical options.

-hell just scare you, like letting you wander out when it’s parent of that darker times (they don’t have days down here), and letting any demons come close to you, you of course, beings tiny little human faces with a huge snake thing, scream and cry for your best friend to come save you. Which he does, and engulfs you in his arms, boucning you up and down while shushing Youa Dan striking your hair.

-hell lecture you and tell you this is why you can’t leave him, then changing you out of the dirty clothing, and tucking you into bed.

Cuddles:

The two of you have quite the size difference, so snuggling with him would be hard, but not impossible. He is actually quite gentle with you, noting how easy it would be to crush you under his weight, so he’ll gently set you on top of him, over his chest, where he’ll wrap his arms around your sister, and keep his hands over your shoulders.

-or he’ll set your form in his lap, protective encasing his arms over your chest while you rest your head in his.

*bonus

-where he comes from, it’s a sight of dominance to hiss at others, so you’ll literally be just perched in his lap while he’s hissing like a cat at another demon like 👁👄👁

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Thanks for requesting, have a great day anon, bye!

[sukifans]

aahhh I’m so excited I love your writing!!! your sokka “help me” fic is one of my favs ever I seriously think about it at least twice a week. in a similar vein, would you be able to combine prompts 10 & 12 for sokka x fem!reader? thank you!!! :)

SOKKA + “can i try that new chapstick? i wanna have a taste” + “i hadn’t noticed but my sweet, funny, goofy best friend is kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“nastiest skank bitches” Group Message

loml: ladies, i need a girls night

loml: desperately

babygorl: god i’m down, this semester blows

fugly slut <3: i’m in!! always here for a girls night 🥰

loml: y/n??

you: gals. pals. as much as i would love to...

fugly slut <3: ughhhhhhhhh

babygorl: you better not be blowing us off for sokka again istg

you: 😅

loml: TRAITOR BITCH

fugly slut <3: HOES BEFORE BROS

babygorl: WHORE

you: bruh.mp3

you: he’s coming by after the gym to help me with my physics homework!!! I NEED THE HELP PLS I PROMISE ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME

babygorl: lying is a sin y/n

babygorl: sinner

loml: if sokka’s gonna b there maybe she’ll be sinning in........ other ways...... ahaha

loml: fuckboy_emoji.jpg

fugly slut <3: when you gonna tap that fr

you: NEVER LITERALLY NO EW

you: HE’S MY BEST FRIEND

you: UNLIKE YOU RATS

fugly slut <3: he do b kinda yummy tho liiiike 👀

you: STOP

loml: yeah he’s hot sorry queen

you: HE’S NOT HOT

babygorl: i almost hate to admit it but...

babygorl: his biceps 🥴

fugly slut <3 emphasized “his biceps 🥴”

loml loved “his biceps 🥴”

you: hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!

fugly slut <3 disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

loml disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl: uh huh yeah sure

loml: yall hear sumn?

NEW MESSAGE from sokka :^)

“hey i’m omw up!”

you: whatever you guys suck

you: i gtg

fugly slut <3: AND YOU SWALLOW

babygorl: bye girly!! get that bestie dick!!

loml: save a car, ride an engineering major >:)

you: desgostang.jpg

You dropped your phone onto the bed next to you with a groan. Your friends really and truly could be such freaks about your relationship with Sokka—or lack thereof. They’d been especially adament ever since he started some stupid bet with Zuko about who could get the most “gains” by graduation, incited by Aang making the mistake of commenting on Zuko’s more pronounced muscle mass.

Idiots.

That’s what Sokka was. Your idiotic best friend, who was funny, and sweet, and intelligent. You loved him, of course, but not like that. And he was not hot.

Definitely not.

The pounding on your dorm door interrupted your musings before Sokka let himself in, dropping his gym bag on the floor and kicking off his slides. His hair was loose and still damp from his post-workout shower and he wore slim joggers with a loose muscle tee.

“Hey!” He smiled brightly when he spotted you sitting in your bed. “What’s up?”

“The usual.” You moved your legs out of the way so he could flop down onto your mattress. “How was the gym?”

Sokka groaned. “Cardio. I’m already sore.” He stretched his arms up to fold behind his head, pulling his muscles taut.

Hm. He does kind of have nice biceps...

You shook yourself internally. Thoughts like these had been creeping out of your subconscious for weeks now, no thanks to your rabid friends.

“My leg’s been killing me, though,” he continued, rubbing his opposite foot across the skin that covered that metal pins and plates holding his bones together after a nasty break in high school. The leg often still gave him problems, ranging from the dull ache he could ignore on the day-to-day, to throbbing pain that left him limping.

You frowned, looking away from his arms to meet his eyes. “You should probably rest up before you hurt yourself,” you said.

“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. “Gotta catch up to Zuko, y’know.”

“Why? You’re already taller than him.”

“So? I wanna be more yolked, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buncha dumbasses.”

Sokka quirked an eyebrow. “You want this dumbass to help with your physics homework or not?”

“Haha,” you chuckled nervously, “just kidding, buddy! I meant Zuko and Aang. You—definitely not a dumbass. Nope.”

“That’s what I thought.” He shot you a smug look as he pushed up to sit cross-legged across from you on the bed. He held his hand out with a dramatic, world-weary sigh. “Alright, give it here.”

You opened your laptop to pull up the website that hosted your homework practice problems. “You know I love you, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing a notebook and pen from your desk to work out the math as you handed over the computer. He paused before standing to retrieve his bag, plopping it on your desk chair so he could root through it and pull out his glasses case. You felt your cheeks warm a little when he set the frames on the bridge of his nose.

Fine—he was kinda cute. You could concede that without having to dig too deep into your somewhat jumbled feelings for your best friend.

But you would certainly not “tap that.”

Well...

No. You would not.

You watched his eyes flick over the screen as he tapped the pen against his chin, catching the cap between his teeth while he thought about the formulas he’d learned in a past semester. He nodded to himself and started scribbling out a diagram and the math to go with it. You found yourself a little mesmerized by the way he simply just knew what to do, confidently scratching away at the paper as easily as one might write the alphabet. Your eyes trailed from his long fingers and calloused hand sweeping over the page, up his toned arm (lingering on his bicep a little longer), and to his face. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration, sometimes parting his lips to murmur the logic to himself.

For someone who often said a lot of stupid shit, he sure had a pretty mouth.

You considered what he might do if you snatched a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Would he shove you away and leave? Awkwardly but kindly reject you? Or, would he kiss you back—throw the work out of the way and grab your face to coax you in deeper? Maybe push you back onto the bed and—

“Okay, so basically—”

Jesus Christ, get a fucking grip.

“—from the problem and draw it out like this to apply the formula, yeah?”

Sokka looked to you expectantly and you blinked at him as your face burned. “Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”

“C’mon, I know you hate physics but you gotta at least pay attention to me if you wanna pass,” he teased, shifting close enough that the sides of your bodies pressed together. Was it getting warmer in your room, or was it just your best friend?

He launched into the explanation again and you nodded along while internally willing the blood to leave your cheeks. Even as your thoughts ricocheted around inside your skull he managed to break it down in a way that somewhat made sense. He sat back and watched as you slowly worked through the next problem. You glanced up when you heard a soft pop to see him applying chapstick.

“Is that a new flavor?” you asked.

“Yeah, chocolate orange or something.” He held the tube out to you. “Wanna try?”

Fuck it.

Before your rationality could catch up you pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips only slotted together for a brief moment before you pulled back to stare wide-eyed at each other. You could feel the fire creeping from your cheeks down your neck, mirrored in the reddening of his tanned skin.

He blinked. You blinked.

The chapstick slipped from between his fingers. Rationality arrived late.

You bolted.

“Uh, see ya later!” you shouted as you threw the door open and rushed out of the room.

“Wait, (Y/N)—“

You didn’t stick around to hear the end of his desperate call. Even thought it was your dorm and you were barefoot you still raced down the hall, wincing at the sound of a door slamming behind you.

“(Y/N)!”

Damn that lanky bastard. You were booking it and he was already hot on your heels. You barreled into the door leading to the stairwell and almost made it down the first step when he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back. Despite your struggles, the arm hooked across your middle was unyielding until he pushed you into the corner and crowded you against the wall, hands caging you in from either side. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was because of your escape attempt or that he was close enough you could smell his body wash and deodorant. It was almost enough to make your head spin.

“Sokka, I-I don’t know why—I’m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve—“

“(Y/N),” he said firmly and your mouth snapped shut. “Why did you run away?”

“Uh, I—well, um...” You shrunk down against the wall and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

“Look—“ You paused and stared at him once you processed what he said. “What?”

He laughed, dropping one of his hands to brush against your cheek before threading into your hair to cup the base of your skull. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

With that he surged forwards and kissed you enthusiastically, making you gasp into his mouth. You balled your hands into the front of his shirt to keep yourself steady as you melted into him. His free hand pressed into your lower back to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped out to tease at your bottom lip and he chuckled when you had to quickly grab his shoulders as your knees almost buckled.

“Get that,” he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you gasped for air.

“Oh,” you breathed, “that.” You hummed happily when he kissed you again, his stubble scratching against your chin and under your palms when you cupped his face.

You both looked up when a stairwell door somewhere above you slammed open, followed by a group of jostling male voices. Sokka grinned when you glanced at him with wide eyes and shiny, swollen lips. You tried to hide behind him as the clamor bounded closer and closer. The group of guys rounded the next flight and gave shouts of recognition upon seeing you two standing against the wall.

“Sokka!”

“Hey, man!”

“Hey, guys,” Sokka said, holding his hand up in greeting.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, is that (Y/N)?”

“Nice, dude!”

“Ah, yeah...” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you raised an eyebrow at his turned head. They all cheered and congratulated him, slapping his back as they passed and disappeared down the next set of stairs. When Sokka met your eyes again you cocked your head.

“Who were they?” you asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“Sokka.”

“My reputation precedes me, what can I say?”

“Mine doesn’t.”

“Well—“ he suddenly became very interested in the underside of the stairs above you “—my reputation may or may not involve talking about you. A lot, apparently.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t do it on purpose!” he interjected quickly, taking your hands in his. “It’s just—I dunno, I guess I think about you a lot, so...”

“Oh.”

“Fuck, okay, that sounded weird.” You laughed a little at his embarrassed floundering. “I just mean, like, things that remind me of you or, y’know, stories that involve you...” he trailed off, flushing at your amused smile. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Making fun of me!”

“I didn’t say anything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around his neck.

“You’re still laughing at me,” he whined, lips turning into a frown. His hands slipped back down to your waist.

“You’re cute.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Without preamble, he ducked down and hoisted you over his shoulder as you shrieked in protest. “Sokka! Put me down!”

“No can do, baby; we have unfinished business to attend to.” He said as he marched you back in the direction of your room.

“You’re gonna finish my physics homework?”

“Nope.”

Oh.

A/N: 2k words bc, again, i have no self control. thank you for the request!

ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi @blazedbakugou @protect-remus @akiris @sunflowerazula @wooscottoncandyhair @chewymoustachio @ohno-caroline @sunflowerr-mami @1vitamin @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @u-4iia @nymeria-targaryen @tommy-braccoli @dizzy-miss-lizzieeeeee @a-sloppy-bitch @nomin-rights @siriuslyslyslytherin @starryncn

SOKKA TAGS: @fiantomartell @avatarayeaye @zvkta @sher-lockedmarvel @grandmascottlang @captainshazamerica @yuesallura

[eddie-rifff]

prog rock epics ranked as far as claire is concerned because i feel like starting a fight today :~)

1. Supper’s Ready by Genesis

2. A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers by VdGG

3. Cygnus X-1 Book II by Rush

4. Close to the Edge by Yes

5. Thick as a Brick (Pt. I & II) by Jethro Tull

6. The Gates of Delirium by Yes

7. Mind Drive by Yes

8. Remember The Future (Pt I & II) by Nektar

9. Tarkus by ELP

10. Echoes by Pink Floyd

im sure theres more but these are the ones i know off the top of my head (apart from TFTO but i figured three Yes songs was enough)

elaboration under the cut in case anyone cares lol

ok so

first understand there are a few parameters which i used to judge these: creativity/inventiveness, musicianship, story/plot, texture from one section to the next, and cohesiveness. all of these songs have those things except maybe Echoes which you will come to see i just dont care for lol.

picking between Supper’s Ready and Lighthouse Keepers for number one was very hard as i think they could both probably take that spot, but i tried to remain unbiased through my peter hammill obsession and gave Genesis the win here.

i think both the top two songs are like. works of art. they’re the only songs that are so vivacious that i can SEE them when i listen to them. they have so much texture and so much stuff going on (perhaps TOO much stuff going on but thats where personal taste comes in, you might notice i put the “busiest” songs at the top) ((actually jk theyre not too busy theyre nearly perfect i take that back. theyre ALMOST too busy but the both have breaks in them that let you as a listener rest throughout what IS an onslaught of tasty tasty prog)) that they completely draw you in. at no point will you get bored in the top three songs, the bottom seven all have spots where you might get a little sleepy. i mean they’re all busy.........except for the last three... ELP fans i apologize in advance but i think Tarkus is lacking

as far as musicianship, CTTE and Cygnus X-1 are probably at the top, but looking at the pieces over all, considering all the factors i mentioned previously, this is what im thinking.

why is Tarkus at the bottom, claire?? well i just dont think its that good. are there people who worship it like people worship CTTE???? not to be mean but i kinda hope not. idt it deserves that. i think 6 and up deserve that attention but 7 down really don’t. maybe Mind Drive idk. i just think it lacks the texture and creativity that i KNOW ELP has. i know what ELP can do and this isnt it. its a letdown. when i first saw that they had a 20 minute long song i was expecting something like 20 minutes of Karn Evil 9 which would have been REALLY cool but instead we have what we have and its just not the piece it could have been.

as for Echoes.... its Echoes. i dont think its really even meant to be an “epic” the way Supper’s Ready is, but i slapped it in there to make an even 10 songs, otherwise i might not even include it! its a fine song. its fine. but its no Supper’s Ready let alone Tarkus. its got no balls that song

not to keep harping on Tarkus lol but like dude it just dicks around so much. i listened to is again as i was making this and man..... every other song (excluding Echoes) has SOMETHING interesting going on by minute three but Tarkus just goes into these weak boring vocals. like yeah hes finally singing but it’s not even those Good greg lake vocals. maybe im just impatient, idk, but thats how i feel.

n e waiz ill stop talking about Tarkus now lol. you might be surprised to see me, chris squire’s very own number one fan, put CTTE in FOURTH place, but thats no remark on CTTE, rather just how insane the first three songs are. if you havent listened to any of those songs i am on my knees begging you to do so, they all fuck so hard. i also highly recommend Mind Drive for the unaware, it also fucks, but of course not as much as those above it.

where am i going with this, you ask? nowhere im just autistic and like to make lists. bye

[ursus-mari]

Morgana wakes from a dream of Gwen being crowned and is deeply confused.

When Gwen comes to wake her in the morning, Morgana asks her point-blank if she likes Arthur, to which Gwen, panicked at her years long crush asking about her starcrossed boyfriend, panics and says, “No!” then backtracks and says something like, “Not that-- I’m sure he’s perfectly lovely really, if you know him, which I don’t, I didn’t mean--”

Morgana snorts and goes, “Perfectly lovely? Arthur? Hardly.”

With that option (erroneously, mind) firmly off the table in Morgana’s book, she ponders the other possibilities. Uther? Never. Morgana would kill him before he forced Gwen into anything, and Gwen would never marry him of her own free will. So it can’t be any of the current royal family, and Morgana plans to take the throne soon…

That possibility that had been niggling in the back of her mind that she’d been refusing to entertain now seems the only viable option on the table, and Morgana blushes despite herself, butterflies lighting in her stomach.

She holds off on going to Morgause until she’s sure, and in that time, every time Gwen looks at her or touches her (quite often, given the duties of a maidservant) makes her giddy, and she starts to believe it despite herself.

Hating Gwen, kind, lovely Gwen, who holds her after she wakes up screaming and brings her flowers to brighten her day, had been so hard. This is effortless, by comparison. Natural. Like breathing. And if her dream is right, Gwen will feel the same, whether she falls now or later. Morgana is positively giddy.

Gwen deserves wooing, and Morgana starts to daydream of all the ways she could make Gwen happy… flowers for sure, maybe a dress? A romantic picnic, perhaps. The possibilities are endless, and Morgana cannot wait to start putting a smile on Gwen’s face.

Morgana starts by gifting Gwen whatever she seems enamoured by at the market. This includes but is not limited to pastries, pretty bobbles, truly expensive silk, a bouquet of flowers, and way too much jewelry. Gwen is really, really flustered by this and has absolutely no idea how to handle it. She tries to tell Morgana to stop, but Morgana is like “I’m basically a princess and if I want to buy gifts for my maidservant, I’ll damn well do so.”

Morgana’s not really got any concept of subtlety or taking it slow, see.

Poor Gwen is so flustered she feels like she could explode and has absolutely no clue where this came from, which only encourages Morgana to buy more stuff because she thinks Gwen being flustered is adorable. It’s as much the way Morgana is looking at her as it is the gifts, though, warm and fond and like Gwen hangs the moon and stars, and Gwen had missed that look, and she turns into a stammering wreck.

Afterwards, once Gwen’s collected herself, she explains to Morgana that she just can’t buy her things for money reasons, for Uther reasons, the whole shebang. And Gwen doesn’t really want or need those things, she says, and she certainly doesn’t want them all at once.

So Morgana has to go back to the drawing board.

Morgana goes to Morgause like, “Hey, I know we haven’t talked in a bit but I was wondering what you knew about wooing people.”

And Morgause is like, “??? Wooing people???”

“Yea.”

“Uhhhh, find their greatest desire and use it to manipulate them? Chop off their enemy’s head and propose a strategic alliance?”

So Morgana’s like, “...Right, so you’re absolutely useless, bye,” and fucks off to go look for other, more trustworthy sources.

The problem is she trusts absolutely no one other than Morgause so this is a difficult endeavor. She asks Arthur in a bid of desperation because he’s had flings, right???

Arthur goes, “Uh. Slay monsters very impressively? Show personal growth? Offer chicken? Have Merlin do it for you?”

Which is also useless, but she should have expected that, really.

She goes to the library as a last resort and tells Geoffrey, “BRING ME A BOOK ON WOOING!” in her most intimidating voice and Geoffrey scampers off to get that but he’s like. Really slow. Morgana waits as Geoffrey rushes and yet moves as fast as molasses, getting increasingly impatient and snappish.

What she gets is mostly a book on courtly rituals, so a lot of it is useless with Gwen but damn if Morgana isn’t going to try, but it also mentions something about asking family for permission, which, no, but it reminds her to go, oh! I’ll ask her brother!

And Elyan’s mostly like how many goddamn royals are in love with my sister (within the privacy of his own head, of course), but he also tells her that Gwen likes thoughtful, heartfelt gifts and honest work (and privately resolves to tease Gwen so much when she comes home).

So Morgana’s like???? Heartfelt???? What do I do with that??? Crap, what does Gwen like? But she’d given Gwen all the things she liked at the market, so that can’t be all there is to it?? Morgana is confusion?????

Okay, honest work. So should she make a gift?

Morgana doesn’t have any crafting skills though. Fuck. Uh.

She could embroider something? She’s crap at embroidery but she knows how to do it, at least. Something small, there’s only so much embroidering she can stand. Handkerchief, maybe? And that’s like offering a favor, almost, so that’s cool.

Morgana thinks back to the market and all the fabrics Gwen had lingered on and goes for a (relatively) moderately priced one that Gwen had run her fingertips over longingly.

So Morgana utilizes her well-honed sneaking skills to go buy the fabric, then bewilders Gwen by kicking her out to work. This is not her brightest idea, as it makes Gwen feel quite hurt and renews her suspicion.

After many, many hours of pricked fingers, extensive and creative cursing, and a half dozen traumatized servants (except not because if you work under the Pendragons on a regular basis you’ve probably got balls of steel, but Morgana certainly tries her best), Morgana comes out with a crude, messy rendition of a rose embroidered onto the (...maybe a little bloodstained? Whatever. It's fine.) handkerchief.

Morgana presents it to Gwen, shy and yet utterly pleased with her work, and Gwen wavers between fond laughter and bursting into tears. In the end, she just smiles so hard her cheeks hurt and thanks Morgana, then tucks it away like something precious.

Gwen still regards it with wariness, of course, because Morgana has up to this point been extremely suspicious and possibly (definitely) evil, but it's very hard to think it might be magically dangerous when it looks like a child's work and Morgana had seemed so sincerely proud. The fear and animosity melts away in the wake of it despite Gwen's best judgement, and, she reasons, it would alert Morgana to her suspicions if she didn't use it, right? It's only logical to use it and treat it like something precious and gaze upon it fondly, right? Right.

And now Gwen has two utterly romantically incompetent people she adores with all her heart doing their best to make her happy. And that's… yeah.

This might work out after all.

(Meanwhile, Arthur finds out who Morgana wanted to woo, and the two of them turn the courting of Gwen into a competition, because of course they do, ignoring entirely that Gwen is perfectly happy to date both of them, and plans of kingdom conquering fall to the wayside, much to Morgause’s chagrin.

Merlin regards Morgana with deep, deep suspicion that she returns with interest, but Gwen won't stand for the animosity so they grudgingly make nice while glaring at each other over Gwen's head and being blatantly insincerely sweet. They forget their hostility only when they both turn on Arthur, at which point they join forces in insulting him, Arthur complains, and Gwen laughs at them all. It turns out to be remarkably hard to sustain ill will in such a comfortable atmosphere; who knew? It's like there hasn't been attempted murder on both sides!

Uther is bewildered by his children’s good moods and Morgana's renewed disdain of him, and they merrily ignore him except when he's being genocidal. When his genocidal tendencies manifest once more, as they inevitably do, Merlin and Morgana are baffled to find themselves on the same side but remain vehement in their assertions that they do something about it, and Arthur is convinced by his very passionate friends and quietly conflicted but firmly insistent girlfriend.

(Merlin and Morgana feed off of each other’s strong feelings and forget to check with Gaius and Kilgharrah and Morgause respectively. As such, they have no one to talk them down into caution and suspicion, which is on the whole for the best as they find themselves a united front.)

This whole situation cumulates into a coup. Also, magic reveals. And long, emotionally involved, serious conversations about magic and its morality and Merlin and Morgana's roles in magic shenanigans thus far. There's a decent amount of shouting, maybe a few threats, hurt all around, but they make it through, and they do it without completely destroying their relationships with each other, so that's cool.

Uther is overthrown (Morgause is very upset to have missed it), the kingdom is absolute chaos, it takes a lot for Arthur to be seen as a legitimate, trustworthy ruler, but he has his people behind him, they call the knights of the round table and knight them, and they make it work.

Work is started on the legalization of magic.

Gwen does become Arthur's queen, and Morgana relives her dream, and finds herself overwhelmingly, brilliantly happy despite having been wrong. After all, afterwards Gwen throws herself into Morgana's arms to give her an enthusiastic kiss and wipes away her happy tears with the handkerchief Morgana had gifted her all that time ago.

And so they live happily ever after (or something mushy like that).)

[sonicringbond]

Sonic Ring Bond: The Journey - Scene 48

Now, unlike last time I can chat a little =D

What is there to say though after Sonic was yeeted last time. Well, in today’s scene everyone will be having their first  battle against one the Sword Knights. If you recall, they dealt with Yoluku in the past, whatever that really means XD How many of them there were though and how powerful hasn’t been brought up yet, but in today’s scene you should get your first real taste. So please, join the battle in...

    “SONIC!!”

    Rosy and Tails shouted out in unison as Sonic careened through the upside-down castle town. Tails was more flustered by it than Rosy, simply due to having more experience in the town.

    “Oh no! If Sonic ends up somewhere I haven’t studied the gravitational fields and warps–!”

    “Ho!” Claymore shouted and distracted Tails as he deftly bounced from one point to another in rhythm to some unheard beat. The sight of the three-meter tall autogolem moving so gracefully was enough to get Tails to lower his hands from his head. Especially as Claymore addressed him.

    “You are free to retrieve the Ring Mage child,” Claymore began before lowering his eyes down to Rosy who he now stood before. Her cheeks were puffed up and red with obvious rage, but Claymore was unconcerned as he continued. “I advise you keep him away, however. Those foolish enough to play with the work of Yoluku are the sworn enemies of the Knights of the Sword. But should the medium accompany us willingly this day, I will gladly overlook his existence. Ho!”

    “No way!” Rosy shouted up at Claymore as she thrusts her fists down and her hips back. “You came and attacked my friend’s airship, and then you attacked Sonic and called him your enemy!”

    “You must understand Lady Medium–”

    “I don’t have to understand anything!” Rosy shouted and interrupted Claymore. “You came in here picking a fight instead of talking, and then you threatened my friends and called them your enemies! Then right now I’m your enemy too because I’m Sonic’s girlfriend!”

    “I believe that is my cue,” Mighty announced and lured Claymore to look over his shoulder back at the armadillo. The armadillo who had pulled free a huge chunk of a building and held it easily above his head. “Just so you know, I’m not fond of violence. But to protect my friends… Well, I won’t hold back if I have to.”

    “Ho! Your uncertainty belies your kind nature young man,” Claymore laughed as he turned to fully face Mighty. “But I have no fear of a man who wields the earth as his weapon. Be-HO-ld!”

    With a flash of purple light, the buildings around Claymore were blown apart and Rosy was flung away from them. She was fortunate to already be running as well, lest the sudden gravitational well that Claymore became the center of would have pulled her right in. As it was, Mighty lost his grip on the chunk of building as it was pulled apart and had to take hold of where he stood to keep his footing.

    “This isn’t good,” Mighty remarked as the building began to crumble underfoot. Looking up he saw Rosy looking back as Tails fought a losing battle in the air to get away. Straining a smile, Mighty looked at Rosy and shouted. “Run, little Rosy! We’ll be alright, somehow!”

    ~I shouldn’t have. I should have stayed and fought. But Mighty’s face… I think that autogolem is stronger than him. But it’s not like they weren’t trying. As soon as Claymore realized I wasn’t in reach of his mean ability, he turned to reach for me with a massive purple mouth of light and shadows that sprouted from his arm. Draw took that moment though and fired at him with an explosive arrow. I don’t know if it hurt him because when him and Tails told me to run. Well… I ran!

    ~But I’m not running without a plan. I just have to find Sonic, and then we can go back and figure out how to beat this mean old knight. I hope Gill and Blister are okay too.

    ~Snap out of it Rosy! First, I have to find Sonic. I know they’ll all be okay. I just have to help Sonic first and then I know we can beat this mean old knight!~

    “Gyaa~!” Rosy screamed as she ran around a spiraling bridge and a group of autogolems that resembled knightly helmets on spider leg fashioned armor chased her. “Why are there autogolems away from the ship too!”

    The answer to Rosy’s question rested in the rumors about herself that she failed to notice. Despite her best efforts to keep a low profile on her speed and use of Rings, she had grown lax in her efforts after she had met up with and started traveling again with Sonic. Claymore was also being prepared for the potential appearance of Saber. Naturally, Rosy was not privy to any of that knowledge. All she knew was that she was being chased by autogolems that could best be called Squire Legs.

    “Ooh~! I don’t like having to fight! I’m not good enough at it like Sonic yet!”

    Rosy complained, but she was not ill prepared to fight the Squire Legs as they converged on her in the impossible castle town.

    Skidding to a stop, Rosy performed a backflip and landed on the Squire Legs closest to her. It turned its head full around to look at her with glowing golden eyes under its black armor and Rosy stuck her tongue out at it. She meant to provoke it further, however…

    “Yech! That’s disgusting, even if you are an autogolem!”

    Grossed out, Rosy propped herself up on her hands and stuck her legs out to the sides in a full split. Then she snapped them down onto the ground and caused herself to lift the Squire Legs fully off the ground.

    As the autogolem had been chasing her, it had too much momentum and Rosy ended up arching over backwards and body slamming it into the next one that was coming up behind her. The impact and entire motion left Rosy dizzy, and she remained arched there until the rest of the ones behind her crashed into the first two and was sent tumbling forward by the impact.

    “Woah!”

    With a cry, Rosy curled into a ball and bounced off the ground before uncurling to right herself. The Squire Legs that had attempted to cut her off from ahead were well ahead of her now, having completely overshot her.

    “Bye-bye~♥”

    With a wave and a wink, Rosy took off in her continued pursuit of Sonic. Naturally, though she would have easily surprised Tails in the awkward castle town for being able to pull it off, Rosy found Sonic. Whether she would credit her success to them being destined lovers or her intuition was left unsaid this time, instead she simply tackled Sonic with a relieved hug.

    “Sonic! You’re okay!”

    “Barely,” Sonic remarked with a serious look.

    “What happened?” Rosy asked, looking up from where she buried her face in Sonic’s chest. “Is that autogolem really so scary?”

    “I wouldn’t call that bucket face scary, but he’s definitely strong. And I don’t know how he grabbed me like that.”

    “He started eating the whole town when I ran,” Rosy informed Sonic, though she looked down ashamed. “I just wish I could have helped more than by running to find you.”

    “You did good, kid,” Sonic offered Rosy a rare compliment and rustled her bangs. Even upset as she was, she loved how comforting that action always was from Sonic and her tail began to wag as she let herself be coddled. Gentle as Sonic was being though, there was a tenseness in his body, and it was obvious he was enraged.

    “Sonic…,” Rosy mumbled into his chest hoping to calm him down.

    And then Sonic sneezed.

    “SO~NI~C!” Rosy wailed. “That’s gross! Ew~! I can feel it all over my spines and back. EWWW~~~~~!!!!!”

    “Heh,” Sonic snickered and rubbed his nose. He knew they were in trouble though. Turning his head to look to the side while Rosy shuddered and trembled in complete disgust, he saw Claymore standing on the top of an upside-down roof. Or perhaps Sonic was the upside-down one where he stood on a sideways bridge. With a sea of endless fog below the land bridge it was impossible to tell. It also didn’t matter with Claymore before him.

    The silence was also enough to finally get Rosy to look up and spot the knight. The knight who was missing the spire-like peak of his helmet as it served as the grip of the claymore he had drawn out of his body and held in one hand. The sight of such read as a threat to Rosy and she puffed up her cheeks as her spines stiffened to the point where they could pierce steel even without her performing a Spin Attack. “You–You big meanie! Just go away!”

    “I cannot do that Lady Medium,” Claymore assured Rosy as he pointed at her and the return of the Gear Star Ring in place of her left iris. “You are connected to Yoluku, and it is imperative that I take you into my custody.”

    “And I already told you… NO WAY!”

    “You heard the lady, pal,” Sonic smirked.

    “Ho! You would be so brazen to refuse even when your friends are now my prisoners.”

    “Don’t,” Sonic warned Rosy as she started to finally release him from her embrace. To her surprise he actually took her hand, lacing their fingers together. Whether there was romantic intent or not was lost on Rosy as the motion alone completely enthralled her and kept her right where Sonic needed her.

    “I bet they are, and after all the trouble I’ve been going through to get everyone back together so we can go home. In case you haven’t heard Sir Bucketface, my friends and I aren’t from around here. We’ve even been trying to avoid causing any trouble, but now you’ve crossed a line I can’t forgive.”

    “Sonic…?” Rosy questioned as she looked up at Sonic and saw the anger on his face, the severity of his expression.

    “Ho! A challenge,” Claymore laughed.

    “That’s right,” Sonic assured him. “You knightly types like your duels, so consider it entertainment for your fancy party. ‘Cause I’m going to be crashing it and taking back my friends and leaving you exposed as the fairy you are inside that oversized tin can.”

    ~I wanted to ask Sonic what he meant when he called Claymore a fairy, but before I knew it, he opened a Ring Gate, and we were flung far from the weird little castle town. And flung far from all our friends too. But Sonic assured me they would be fine. So, I believe him.

    ~And we got early proof of it too!

    ~Blister’s Ring Radio aboard her ship was working like it should, and it turns out while the others were fighting Gill slipped her onboard. Her autogolems were able to drive off the ones that came with Claymore and they got away ready to help us rescue Tails, Mighty, Draw, and Mote. Of course, Blister called Gill a coward, but he knew Sonic could make a Ring Gate and bet on Sonic and me getting out by one. Tee-hee! Gill really is special! Now if only he could give up stealing Rings.

    ~But I’ll forgive Gill this time. He saved Blister and her ship and is ready to help us rescue everyone. Hee-hee! I’m looking forward to crashing a big party with Sonic~♥~

Scene 48 · CLEARED Reunion Knight, End

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And for a change, Sonic chose to make a strategic retreat. Do you think he’s being wise choosing to fight on a more stable environment, or do you think this decision will come back to bite Sonic in the rear? Well, we’ll find out next time, and I hope you’ll join me! Thank you!

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[natesthoughts1]

Commitment issues

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Oikawa ignoring his girlfriend cause he was scared of commitment. 

Note: this is my first fic I've written in a while so i’d like to give my apologies now.

Your feet unconsciously and repeatedly tapped against the floor beneath your feet. The sheer length of this class was making you very impatient and slightly irritable. With Mr brown continuous yapping about the importance of nonrenewable resources in the background. As you glanced at the clock at the front of the class for the 100th time, you noticed the handles were hardly moving with 30 minutes left until the end of the lesson. Your patience was drawing very thin at the point.

All you could think about was your boyfriend, the volleyball captain for Aoba Johsai, to keep you sane for the time being. He had asked you out approximately 3 months ago on your first date and you guys started officially dating a 2 weeks later. You never really knew what his reasoning was behind asking me out you, but you really didn't care. It's not like we had ever communicated before, not that you're aware of anyways. To you, he was a narcissistic, popular, and "too cool for you" kind of person. And you were the average popularity, always got good grades and high school girl. Nothing really special about you honestly.

Even if you two had ever somehow crossed paths, his super vicious fan club would have your head before you had the chance to glance his way. So you could say you would never really crossed paths in any way, shape, or form. But when he asked you out you couldn't believe eyes or ears. You stared at him for a good minute making up a list of reasons why this was a dream and had to wake up as quick as possible. 

So you weren't shocked at his expression when you slapped my self across my face to wake up. But to your dismay, you had remained planted to the ground with a super hot guy looking at me like you should be in a mental institution. You were more than embarrassed. Heat spread through your face and you could already tell you were as red as a tomato. At that moment you had never wished so much for the earth to open up and swallow you whole. But to no avail, again. just your luck right. Eventually, after a good 5 minutes trying to explain to him what you were doing and him just laughing in your facing making you even redder, you had eventually replied with a yes. redemption was necessary on your part.

Surprisingly the date had gone well and you'd hang out a couple more dates at school and outside of school before finally, he asked you out to be his girlfriend. You had to say yes. Within 2 weeks you had fallen for him harder than anyone you'd crushed on anyone ever. He was nicer and funnier than you thought. And for the first time in a while, you were genuinely happy and excited to go out. Everything with him came so effortlessly. He also radiated such a positive light, that you couldn't help but be attracted to. Every time he was around you felt this warm feeling through my chest and butterflies in the stomach.

So when all of a sudden he never seems to have time for you and barely talks to or calls you, your heart shatters a little. He always seems to be "too tired" or he has "practice". You understood from the beginning that volleyball was important and would come first majority of the time for him. you had considered this when he asked me out. But it has been a whole week. you've never gone that long without seeing each other. So you knew something was wrong. So you were planning on crashing his practice after school and give him a piece of mi-.

"ding dong ding dong" the final bell rang interrupting your final chain of thought. It was about time. Packing up your books and chucking the bag over your shoulder, you left after bidding fair well to your friends. You took your time cause you didn't want to head there and find no one was there cause the boys still had to change. Instead, you headed off to the library first to kill some time. You had to hand in a book anyway so it wasn't a complete waste. After 10 minutes you headed to the gym and found the boys performing some drills. You searched among the guys for the tall, brown-haired, ass-less one. But to your disappointment, he wasn't there. skipping practice too. There must be something wrong.

So you waited until the boys were free enough to talk. you knew most of them cause Oikawa had introduced them to as his girlfriend when we started to date to "mark his territory" as Iwa-Chan had put it. So when they were on a break they all came to hug and greet you, which was really scary cause you barely stood at 5"5 so you shorter than a majority of them. I wonder how they would treat you if Oikawa decided to break up with you. Immediately dismissing that thought. You've been here a couple of times so you got to know most of them on a personal basis and you'd grown extremely fond of them. When they finished smothering you with hugs, you went over to Iwa-Chan who stayed in the sideline, not wanting to be part of all the commotion.

"hey Iwa-Chan" "whats up y/n" he replied after taking a swig of water from his bottle "um have you seen Oikawa today," you ask. "Did he not tell you he wasn't gonna be in today" he looks at you suspiciously. You frown "he didn't" you pause for a second "he hasn't really..." you could feel a ball forming in my throat as you spoke " he hasn't really tried to meet up with me in the past week and I just...." at this point, if you continued talking you would have a full-on breakdown, so you stopped there. unfortunately, one tear escaped, quickly wiping it out when you felt it. "ah shitikawa making a girl cry" he yelled causing a laugh out of you "ill have to give him a piece of my mind when I catch him" he fumed angrily. He looked intensely at you for a second as though remembering something important "you know I'm going to his house later today would you like to come with" iwa-Chan informed you.

"Would love to but I have family dinner so I have to go home early to help me mom, but thank you for the offer" you smiled at him politely "anyways I should be going now, thank you" you start walking away and when you make it to the entrance you yell "bye guys" to the rest of the boys and they yell "bye y/n" back even louder.

You walked home by myself for the first time in a long time. The space beside you was empty and made your heart tighten. But you tried to ignore it best as possible. Made it home alone, helped your mom cook, wasn't really hungry or talkative during dinner. Your parents noticed but didn't want to say anything cause you're a teenager and they probably thought you were PMSing. Afterward, you just went to my room and tried to focus on school for the remainder of the night.

After 20 minutes of trying to focus on schoolwork, you hear tapping on your window. "tap" "tap" but you ignore cause it might just be a bird. "tap" "tap" "tap" what the fuck. "tap" "tap" I turn towards my window and an Oikawa was tapping on my window. OMG.

"Oikawa shit what are you doing" you exclaimed as you let him in. He stumbled in and nearly fell but luckily he didn't. When he finally gained his composure he tried to pretend as though he just wasn't about to trip and face plant the ground by putting his hands on his waists and looking in the distance as though he did something heroic.

Immediately putting his hand's downs, he looked into your eyes "Well um you see" he began but then immediately stopped himself. he took your hands in his and started again "I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for ignoring you." "i - i - i" he stopped again to gain his composure and think his next words through "I've never been in a been in a serious relationship and that fact that I feel such intense feeling for someone I met like a couple of months ago. it scares me. I just-" before he could finish, you got your hand back and put your hands around his neck. He paused for a second before wrapping his around your waist.

"it's fine I'm just so glad your alright" you spoke into his chest. the two of you just remained in comfortable silence for a while, simply embracing each other, feeling each other's chests rise and fall rhythmically. It felt so good to be in his arms again after such a long time. But within seconds you felt tears slide down your eyes. And you cried. After holding in the sadness for so long you finally let it out. Let out all the fear of losing him. the fear of you two turning into strangers again. Oikawa simply caressed you back and down and whispered reassurances into your ears. But you also sobbed cause you were happy. Cause he came back to you. and that's all that mattered. You couldn't even find it in yourself to be angry. Or yell at him for taking some time to think us over cause he was human. And he had a right to protect his heart when he felt necessary.

[storm-of-aegis]

Art Club leads

Name: Naoko Hokusai Age: 15-16 Nationality: Japanese Year: Sophomore Ability: Light Manipulation Gender: Female Club: Art Bio: Naoko was born near the northern coastal town of Ishinomaki. She never knew her parents. Her father was completely unknown, allegedly a soldier from another country stationed in the country for a while who left the country when he was stationed elsewhere. Her mother abandoned her within the childcare system, stating that she wishes for the child to find a proper home. Naoko was always a quiet and shy child. Many of the other children would make fun of her largely due to her never wanting to fight back. She just wanted to be invisible, so the torment would stop. Because of the constant harassment, she generally kept to herself. That was until Yui came to her orphanage. Yui had been taken from her home at a young age and moved from around through several orphanages do to her having special and unique abilities. Upon arriving at the orphanage, Yui frightened the other kids, even Naoko. She was an older girl, and a bit brash. One day a boy tried to push her down to prove she was nothing to fear, only for her to grab his hand and flip him over her head onto a table. With her strength she broke the table, and his arm. If anyone wasn’t afraid of her before, they surely were now. Naoko was bound and determined to avoid her from here on out. Time past as it always does, and the abuse for Naoko began to get worse. That was, until one day when a group of kids decided they were going to get back at Naoko for something someone else did, but since they didn’t know who it was, it had to have been Naoko. Naoko began to cry as the other kids pulled her hair and called her names, only stopping when Yui picked the biggest kid up and threatened to use him to beat the others. That alone was creepy enough, but the smile she had didn’t help matters much. As Yui began to walk away, Naoko stood up and introduced herself. Yui stopped, turned to face her and said that she knew, and introduced herself as Yui. From then on the 2 became good friends, almost inseperable. They read comics, and played games and Yui was even introduced to art by Naoko. One day Yui got into a fight with the headmaster who was hitting another student because he had a candy bar. Yui threw a trashcan at him, knocking him over. Befuddled, the man stood up, looked around and then ran right past Naoko and Yui. He never even saw them. Unbeknownst to Naoko, she had grabbed onto Yui to try and pull her away, when in a startling awakening, her power had materialized. She warped the light around them, making them seemingly disappear. Naoko never let anyone else know about her ability, and often used it to go see and read manga with her friend as she was punished for various deeds she had and even ones she had not done. Naoko unfortunately had to say good bye to Yui one day, as she was pushed off to yet another orphanage, and soon after Naoko was adopted by a salaryman and his family in Tokyo. Naoko lost contact with Yui, but always hoped she’d be able to meet her “Big Sister” again.

Name: Eugenio Bianchi Age: 16 Nationality: Italian Year: Sophomore Ability: Ventus-Kinesis (Air) Gender: Male Club: Art Bio: The youngest of a long line of artisans, Eugenio carries on the tradition of bringing beauty into the world, except for one small problem, Eugenio’s less of a visual artist as he is a literary one. While talented with paint, and even with sculpture, his true calling is with the written word. He can begin a work on a canvas, and quickly lose his motivation to see it through. So many statues started, and left to nothing short of unfinished rubble. Such skill and artistry sealed behind a door, that only opens fully when he had his book and pen in hand. His mind opens and the creative flow can barely be contained. He envisions worlds of fantasy and whimsy, chivalrous knights, cunning heroines and powerful artifacts of unimaginable might. But he toils away, trying to find that which his siblings has, that his mother has, that his grandparents had all the way through the ages past. Perhaps a new setting will help his lethargy at play, or help him prove he knows what’s best for him.

Name: Ainsley Maclachlan Age: 17 Nationality: Scottish Year: Junior Ability: Vibration Manipulation Gender: Female Club: Art Bio: Ainsley grew up in the town of Skye. Her parents were often off on various forms of business, so she lived with her grandmother much of the time. She learned much from her, like working in the garden, building and repairing various items ranging from barbecues to walls, horseback riding and even how sing. Her grandmother was an opera singer in her youth, where she met the man who would eventually become Ainsley’s grandfather. After having 2 boys and a daughter, her husband passed away. While she knew what to teach her little girl, she had to learn how to raise her boys and what to teach them. All of those years of knowledge, now passed on to her Ainsley. But the one thing Ainsley loved most was riding her Clydesdale along with her Gran, and spending hours over looking various structures and castles and even the lakes drawing what she saw as her Gran would sing to her to pass the time. When Ainsley was 11, her Grandmother began to turn gravely ill, forcing her mother to return home. Ainsley was deeply worried, to which her Mother told her that everything would be fine. As they awaited word of how her Grandmother’s condition was, her mother asked if she would like to travel with either her or her father so she’s not so stranded her in Scotland, to which Ainsley surprisingly told her, “Why would I leave. Gran’s here. Would she be going with us?”.  While her Grandmother’s condition was still unknown Ainsley’s mother, fearing the worst, tried to convince Ainsley to travel with them as to put less stress on her mother. Ainsley refused saying that if her Gran was left alone, who knows what could happen. She wasn’t going to leave, no matter what. Ainsley’s mother asked, would she prefer that she move back instead then. Ainsley surprised said she would love to have her mother stay there. Then there’d be her, and Gran and mum. Only thing missing would be her Da, and her uncles and aunts and all her cousins. Ainsley’s mother began to explain how Gran may not necessarily be able to stay with us, to which she told her daughter that she wouldn’t be going anywhere but to her home. And that if her cousins were coming by, she’d need to do some shoppin’, them boys eat like locusts after a famine, and she’s not feedin’ them anymore drywall. Barely enough walls as is. Overcome with joy, Ainsley ran over and hugger her Gran tightly, to where she told Ainsley that she needs to be careful, she’s still a bit wobbly, but she’ll be headin home soon. Ainsley’s mother transferred to a nearby office so she wouldn’t have to move about so often. Ainsley’s Gran began to slow down a bit after her episode, but always made time to go off on an adventure with Ainsley whenever the wind had the sweet scent of mischief about it. Eventually, Ainsley grew up and was offered an opportunity to go to a prestigious school in a vastly different place. Sensing Ainsley was apprehensive to leave her Gran behind, her Grandmother told her that this wasn’t the Granddaughter she raised. That the Ainsley she knew would never turn down an adventure. That she’d walk down to that airport and tell the pilot to sit back, she’d get this bird to that island herself. Concerned, Ainsley stated that she didn’t want to leave her Gran behind, but didn’t want to miss out on what could be a grand adventure. Tearfully, she agreed to go, but swore she’d call every day. To which her Gran told her, that with her voice and singing, I’ll hear you clear as a whistle from here. With tears in both of their eyes, and one last hug goodbye, Ainsley took off to begin an adventure, all on her own.

Name: Rachel Matthews Age: 15-16 Nationality: American- Caucasion Year: Freshman Ability: Pyrokinesis Gender: Female Club: Art Bio: Rachel grew up in New York City, eldest daughter to a major film composer and a stay at home dad who translated books into other languages from home. Rachel loved sitting in the window of her fathers’ office reading her favorite books. During the more intense parts she would begin to read out loud, only to realize her volume was so high and to find her father sitting back and watching her smiling. Immediately after, he take her to the kitchen to get a snack. “You can’t fight the Jabberwocky on an empty stomach.”, he would always tell her as he made her a turkey sandwich. They’d then go back to the office and continue working. At school, Rachel never had much of a  problem making friends, but she preferred the company of her own thoughts. She loved books, and learning and dreaming about fantasy worlds. She was a dreamer, who never wanted to wake up. To her, the real world was less exciting than the books she had. But much like in the books she would read, there would be a dark twist to her story, when she developed her abilities.

She was barely 7 when, at school, her powers awakened. She was reading a rather intense section to her book in the library, when she began to speak out loud. The book was so impassioned her that she began to almost yell what she was reading. An enraged librarian walked over to her to get her to quiet down, startling the young girl by slamming his hand on the desk. Frightened she threw her book and from her hands erupted a massive ball of flame. The fireball set fire to the walls, demolished desks and lit so many of her beloved books aflame. The librarian had his arm burned, but was able to put it out quickly. Rachel’s attack was so powerful, using it knocked her out. When she woke up, she saw her mother and father running towards her. She didn’t know what happened, but she was wrapped in a silver blanket, and the fire dept was putting out a fire at the school. She saw kids huddling around, when suddenly one of the boys who was a friend of hers, pointed and yelled that she killed Mr. Bronson. Soon after all of the kids started pointing and chanting, “MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER!”. After her parents found out what happened, they pulled Rachel and her brothers from that school. Her brothers went to a new school, trying to hide their old school as much as they could. Rachel was home schooled from then on. They had a plethora of books, and could focus on a broader array of educational points for her. And her Father worked from home as is, so he would just cut back on his projects to work on her education, and then work on his job during “off” hours. Her family maintained, and no one blamed her for what happened, but now that she had what she wanted, she realized how much she really did enjoy being around others. But she was afraid that if she lost control again, what would happen. She got older, and after years of trying to figure out how to use her abilities, with little progress, heard of a school where she could attend classes with people like herself. She talked to her parents, and explained how she’d be able to go out and be normal again. How she wouldn’t have to be afraid of hurting anyone, or being judged. Although pricey, Rachel’s mother pulled some strings, and got her enrolled at the academy. Rachel kissed her parents goodbye, and she left for an adventure all her own.

[sweetheartjeongguk]

ramen & company

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: ponyo au, fluff, tiny angst (ponyo!hobi is a sensitive bean)

rating: pg

warning(s): mild mention of sickness, slight misunderstandings

word count: 2.7k+

summary: in which hoseok has a plan of revenge, but it doesn’t work out in the way he hoped it would.  

a/n: wow! it’s been what feels like forever! as an apology, here’s a cute hoseok piece to add to the studio ghibli au list! i barely edited this, so oops if there’s any mistakes.

also, disclaimer: i love park jimin and would gladly let him steal my ramen. 

masterlist | studio ghibli masterlist

In Hoseok’s defense, when he snatched your cell phone in the middle of the night to call your best friend Taehyung at 3 in the morning to tell him of his genius plan, Taehyung was all for it. 

As in he mumbled something unintelligible and Hoseok, being ever-so fluent in slurred Taehyung speech, translated “Hhgggh” into “Yeah, totally! Go for it!” 

That morning when you ask him why there was an outgoing call to Taehyung in your phone log, Hoseok simply shrugs and says “Maybe you did what humans call “buttock dialing”. 

Sure, when he asked the mailman for his advice, the mailman just shook his head and muttered under his breath about not being paid enough, followed by a very strange word that he’s never heard before. When he asked you for its definition, you cover his mouth with your hand and threaten him with a bar of soap. 

Hoseok shoves his face into his crossed arms, cheeks chubbing up as his lips draw into a cute pout. He wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for you and stupid Park Jimin. 

Park Jimin with the cool leather jacket, Park Jimin with the swoopy hair and cute smile. Park Jimin with the early morning coffees and breakfast burritos. 

Worst of all, Park Jimin with the at-home ramen dates. 

With Hoseok’s ramen. Hoseok’s.

If his citrus-colored hair could burn even brighter from jealousy (disguised as Shin ramen-fueled anger), it would compete in first place with the surface of the sun. You have barely noticed his grumpy behavior all week, being too busy with work and He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named - you still think Hoseok’s talking about Voldemort, having overheard him speaking to himself in his room. It’s a miracle that you still haven’t been bothered by his incessant scoffing and stomping about his room.

Hoseok hasn’t been part of your life for that long, having taken residence in your shoddy house on the beach for three months. But the months that he’s been in your life has been some of the happiest you’ve ever had. You’d never expected that a tiny orange guppy washed up on the shore inside a mason jar would transform into the bright ball of energy living in your guest room. 

When you introduce him to people, you never know quite what to say. How would they react if you told them the truth about him being a “magic fish”? You’ve decided that you’ll just deal with the strange looks and hushed whispers about your “scandalous endeavours in the bedroom” and “penchant for living with strange men”. 

Martha from Accounting really does not know how to whisper quietly. 

Regardless of the stares and backhanded comments from your coworkers and family members, Hoseok’s completely and utterly in love with human life. Living sheltered in his underwater home by his father, he’s been adamant about trying everything all at once. You’ve tried to calmly remind to take one day at a time, but the sweet pout on his face is enough to shut your mouth and simply go with the flow. 

“Y/N, are you coming home early today?” Hoseok peeks his head around the doorframe into your bedroom where you’re getting ready for work. He tries not to flush too hard at the appearance of you in your silk bathrobe daintily applying cream and makeup to your skin. 

“Hmm, I might be. I’ll have to see first if I’m still on with Jimin for this thing later.” You answer absentmindedly, oblivious to the growing grimace on Hoseok’s face. “He asked for some ramen earlier before we head out to the skating rink so I might grab some packages for him before I head out again later.” 

“You hate skating.” 

You turn your head to look at Hoseok who’s busied himself with staring at the ground with a sudden interest. You shrug your shoulders. “I’ve never tried before.” 

“Yes, you have.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “When?”

“Remember when you told me that you tried when you were a kid and you said that you didn’t like it because you fell down and nearly broke your ankle?” Hoseok rushes out in one breath. Your eyes widen - you completely forgot about that.

“Oh wow, I completely forgot.” You laugh awkwardly. “I guess that I just threw that out of the window when Jimin asked me. But still doesn’t mean that I’m still not interested in trying again. After all, I was just eight when it happened.” 

“Well…” Hoseok stops himself before he could utter out his true feelings. “I hope...you have fun then.” 

You want to smile and thank the boy, but he’s already turning away and rushing down to his bedroom. You wince when you hear the door slam shut a little too roughly. 

“Just a bad day...I hope.” You mumble to yourself. You really hope so. 

Hoseok’s still in his room when you begin to make your way downstairs for work. You settle for a quiet knock on his door with a muffled message of “I’ll see you later.” It’s quiet inside, but you can hear his little feet across the wooden floor and a tiny knock from the other side. 

You can’t help but smile at the sound. Behind the door, so does Hoseok. 

The orange-haired boy watches sadly as your car pulls out of the driveway and onto the asphalt, disappearing into the distance behind the cluster of trees lining the road. Deep down, in the most selfish parts of Hoseok’s being, he wishes that you’d just turn back home and spend the rest of the day with him. Maybe your boss won’t need you for the entire day and instead send you home for an early vacation. Maybe (more like hopefully) Park Jimin will cancel on your “date” and you’d have to share the ramen with him instead! 

A comforting warmth blossoms inside his chest as he remembers the first time he tried ramen. It had been the second night of him staying at your house, and he still wasn’t accustomed to a human body. His limbs were too long on the small twin sized bed you provided him, and his stomach growled every two seconds after failing to be satisfied with the bland meal options you had in your fridge. 

Luckily, you had one last option left - two packets of ramen left in the back of your pantry, thankfully still early before its expiration date. He watched in awe as you cooked the noodles in the boiling pot of water, adding eggs and bits of ham into the broth. Hoseok had been too overly excited about the delicious and novel smell of ham that he had nearly burnt all of his taste buds off as he dug into the bowl. 

Since then, Hoseok’s been obsessed with the delicious noodle dish. He’s gained quite the collection since then, even having his own shelf in the pantry for his ramen pile. But ever since Park Jimin came barging into your life, that collection has slowly diminished.

All thanks to the stupid ramen stealer. 

“This will show him.” Hoseok whispers as he settles at the dining table and grabs his favorite pair of chopsticks.  “No more eating my ramen. No more stealing my Y/N.”

“No, really, Taehyung really said that!” You suck in a deep breath as you try to calm your shaking body from your laughter. “It took me an entire hour just to apologize to the customer and reassure that her son’s “big head” wasn’t a sign of a deadly illness. Taehyung just stood in the back laughing at me when her son kicked me in the leg.”

Jimin giggles cutely, nudging your side as you make your way up the stairs to your front door. “I have to meet Taehyung. I feel like he and I will get along quite well.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. He’s going to make you into another one of him, and then bye bye to the Jimin I know and love.” You say sarcastically. 

“Hmm, is he cute though?” Jimin asks only half jokingly. “Because my last date that you hooked me up with, uh, didn’t make the cut.”

You wince. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was going to bring his bonsai tree on the date. I thought Bonsai was the name of his dog or something.” 

“Uh huh, consider this ramen you’re giving me as recompense for your bad taste in men.” Jimin glares playfully. “Oh, speaking of ramen, are you sure Hoseok’s okay with me taking the last packages?”

You sigh. You still haven’t been able to figure out the cause of Hoseok’s bad mood today, but hopefully he’s cooled down since this morning. “It’ll be fine. I have to make a trip to the grocery store soon anyway, so I’m sure he’ll live. He practically has it for breakfast every week.”

Jimin follows after you as you open the front door and kick your shoes off. It’s eerily quiet in the house. Around this time, it’s normally filled with Hoseok’s excited shouts from his room upstairs followed by his rapid footsteps down the stairs to greet you. 

But now? Just silence. 

“Hoseok, I’m home! Jimin’s here too.” You call out, but there’s no response. 

“Maybe he’s asleep.” Jimin offers. You shake your head. 

“No way, his favorite show comes out at 9 PM, and he’s always up for that no matter what.” You answer, ignoring the curious look on Jimin’s face. “I’ll go look for him. Maybe he’s taking a nap.” 

You leave Jimin downstairs to check in his bedroom only to find an unmade bed and a scattering of clothes on the floor. Just as you make a mental note to berate Hoseok into doing his own laundry and learning the Marie Kondo way of folding, you hear Jimin shout from downstairs. 

“Y/N, he’s in here!” Your gut drops in nervousness when you hear the worried tone of his voice. 

Nearly slipping to your death as you race down the scarily steep stairs, you head in the kitchen where you heard Jimin’s voice. The lights are dim inside with only the small light in the tiny dining room left on. Jimin’s standing at the entrance of the kitchen with an uncomfortable smile on his face, blocking the view of your kitchen with his entire body. 

“Um, so good news is that I found him?” He cringes. “Bad news is I guess this means that I’m just going to have to buy my own ramen this time.” 

Your jaw drops open as soon as Jimin moves away, revealing the devastatingly large amount of empty ramen packages strung about the table and kitchen floor. Remnants of the seasoning lay sprinkled near the stove where Hoseok cooked, and eggshells and empty sliced ham containers litter the sink where Hoseok decided to throw them for the time being. 

Trailing your eyes back to the table, you stare in awe at the culprit of the mess. 

Hoseok’s whole body is sprawled about the surface, groaning quietly as in immense pain. You have no doubt that he most likely is, considering the amount of noodles and sodium he’s consumed in one sitting. You grimace at his pallid skin, slick with sweat and ramen broth. He’s just one noodle away from vomiting everything from his stomach onto your face. 

“Hoseok, honey, what did you do?” You try to ask gently, but it only comes out strained and slightly annoyed. “Were you trying to make yourself sick? What’s going on here?”

“N-N-No.” Hoseok moans. His stomach jumps even as he carefully lifts his upper body off the table and faces you, but he holds in the urge to throw up successfully. “I j-j-just wanted to-”

“Just wanted to what?” You frown.

Jimin’s still standing in the corner of the room, but once you make eye contact, he nods to the living room and silently makes his way there. 

“W-Wanted…” Hoseok looks down at his feet, crossing and uncrossing at his ankles and scrunching his toes up and down. He’s nervous, and having your eyes staring down at him with such heat is making him want to vomit from anxiety instead. 

“Hoseok, babe, you can tell me anything.” You assert with a sigh. It’s late at night and Jimin’s awkwardly waiting for you to finish, and you’re definitely not in the mood for beating around the bush about why Hoseok decided to consume a deadly serving of ramen noodles while you were away. “I won’t get mad at you, I promise. I just want to know why you ate all the ramen. Don’t you remember that I said I was going to give Jimin the ramen when I got home?”

Hoseok’s face instantly turns into a scowl. You mistake it for a look of “I’m-about-to-puke” and brace yourself with a stumble backwards just in case, but Hoseok just pushes himself around the chair with his back towards you. 

“Of course he’s here.” He grumbles almost inaudibly. 

“Excuse me? What do you mean?” You ask stiffly. “He’s my friend, why can’t he be here?”

Hoseok’s frown only deepens. “That’s the problem. He’s always here. It’s always him.” 

“What?” 

“Him. It’s always him.” Hoseok crosses his arms around his belly, cradling the tiny food pouch made from his impromptu mukbang in the kitchen. “You never have time for me anymore. Whenever I want to hang out with you, you always run away. But when he wants to do something, you’re rather quick about it.” 

You want to get angry. You want to shout at how it’s never always Jimin and that you try your very best to spend as much time with him as possible. 

But one look at his face, and you’re a goner. Kind eyes shimmering with tears, falling like jewels down his cheeks. Marred with sadness. Sadness that you created. 

“Hobi…” You try weakly. “Hobi, honey, how long have you felt this way? Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Hoseok sniffles. “Ever since you first left me to hang out with him. We were supposed to watch a movie together, and it was my turn to pick the movie. When I came downstairs to watch it with you, you were already out the door.”

You remember that day. It hadn’t been your intention to leave Hoseok all by himself that day. Jimin had an emergency he needed your help with, and it didn’t take much for you to get up your feet and rush out the door to help him. But in doing so, you forgot about someone else who means the most to you. Someone who you’ve been neglecting ever since and haven’t even noticed. 

“Babe, I’m sorry.” You lean forward to brush a stray hair from his forehead. Hoseok’s cheeks are flushed pink, but you simply blame it on the overeating. “I’ll try better next time, I promise.”

“You said that last time.” Hoseok whispers sadly, a teardrop clinging to his eyelashes. 

You wince. “I know I did. There will be times where I will say that but I won’t keep the promise.” Hoseok sighs deeply, but you continue. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you anymore and that I love someone else more than I love you.” 

Hoseok feels something tickling him in the pit of his stomach. He fights the urge to wrap his arms around his legs and squish his face into his lap to scream. 

“I know my best sucks right now, but I’ll try even harder, okay?” You smile when Hoseok nods. “In fact, tomorrow, you and I will go to the beach all day, okay? I’ll even bring an entire picnic. Any food you want, I’ll get it.” 

You reach out to grab Hoseok’s hand, intertwining your fingers together and squeezing them tight. Hoseok takes in a deep breath, praying to the great sorcerers and witches alive to grant him the power not to sweat profusely from the hands. 

Hoseok’s mouth twitches into a weak smile, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. “That’d be great. But…”

“But what?” 

“No ramen, please.” 

“Are you sure he doesn’t hate me?” 

“Yes, Jimin, don’t worry! I already went over everything with him earlier. In fact, he’s the one who asked if you and Tae wanted to come with us! He’s been wanting to hang out with you guys all summer!” 

“Then, why is he staring at me like he’s ready to slaughter me and my entire family.”

“Oh, that’s because you still haven’t brought the food over yet. After all, Hoseok loves ham.” 

[hogwartstoalexandria]

Writing meme: 1, 7, 17, 29, 38!

Hey thank you so much for those darling! I took a moment to give them the thought they deserved so here we go now!

1- Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

I have two poles when it comes to typical comfort zones: either extremely fluffy, babies and smol kids in general with happy dads snuggling wherever and bickering because of course, or, extremely kinky - doesn't have to be extremely sexual at all - pairing where we get to see both their relationship dynamic in and out of scene. That's everything to me. Also, for it to be a typical me-fic for real, someone has a disability of some sort, or is suffering from mental illness, or figuring out life post coming out/cracking their egg.

7 - Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

So, with the number of things I've written by now, my heart is all over the place going to all of them - really difficult choosing a fave and this fic isn't it but I really like this bit. It's from Go up in flames (or breathe in silence) which I've written recently and the reason i love it so much is it's given me an occasion to explore a possibility I've always seen in Steve and Tony's relationship - being together and not knowing how to do it healthily because of depression and trauma, and preconceived notions of one another and their inability to communicate efficiently. I think this snippet shows that, and it also allowed me to get more imagery in than I generally go for, which is fun!

"He blinks, he clears his throat, he resumes his running. Can’t let the high die away, can’t let the powered-up molecules inside him take over again, he wants to feel, he needs to-- just a little more, just a little harder. Once in this life of being a giant with a bionic health, Steve wants to go back to feeling , to sensing this fragile barrier one should not cross, past which the body says goodbye, if only for a while. 

He pushes on the balls of his feet, his running shoes like crepe slippers under the force of his impulses, his knees like bolts that keep his legs wired together all on their own, his arms balancing at his sides like kids going the fastest they can on a swing - dangerously fast, deliciously burning ache that fills his every limb. He needs it. 

Flashes of blue eyes and dark shadows in and around them haunt him, one, two, three steps that are strides and flights all together. He can’t forget. “You are my mission.” 

Flashes of brown, whiskey brown eyes, sparkles that hide ghosts dancing in their gaze, inhabit him, fill him with awe, and despair, confusion, and need alike. “Like the old man said, together.”

It’s all Steve can see, and hear, and feel and he needs the burn in his muscles to remind him he’s alive, he needs the burn to show him, losing Bucky the way he did does not negate what he thought he and Tony had found. He needs it, to understand the roaring pain that keeps Tony wrapped in his own head, all he sees, Ultron’s red eyes and the remnants of Wanda’s dream. Guilt, kills them both without ending them. Loyalty and a need for both recognition and oblivion. It unites them as much as it keeps them apart - both of them unable to draw from each other, stuck in an endless cycle of destruction, the sum of their faults, the sum of their mistakes."

17 - Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Oh man, depends? I really start with anything tbh. Most of the time I have either a line, and then it's all a matter of building around it, and sometimes I'll have the beginning of a conversation so I need to write that dialogue down and not worry about anything else (bye bye dialogue tags) and come back to it later, or I have an image, like, a scene, I see where they are and how the characters are standing in relation to each other, and then it's about getting the right tension down. Sometimes I have these big kink scenes and it's really organic in my head and I need to find the words to make it sound the way I've been daydreaming it...

It's rare that what I end up writing first doesn't come out as the actual beginning of the fic, but the following scenes can get a little more puzzle-pieces to assemble. But that's recent, and is more present when I write longer fics, which I don't do often.

29 - If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Oh that's such a great question! Let's roam my bookmarks for that 🤔

I have no idea. I have favorite fics but somehow, I have such a deep anxiety when it comes to figuring out how I would remix things even when I'm taking part in remixes, that when I'm reading I'm just sitting back and doing just that- enjoying someone else's story and hard work. ❤

The people who most allow me that are @betheflame, @golden-asp, @bill-longbow, @shi-toyu, @onlymorelove, @aoifelaufeyson, @erja-stark-strange, @ellewritesfiction, @thegender and @amethyst-noir without a doubt, OH and @tsuki-chibi for absolute certain ❤

38 - Talk about a review that made your day.

On The Swap, Stuckony bodyswap fic:

I hope she won't mind me sharing but to this day, I think this one is still my favorite comment ever. And the ones @menatiera 's left on any of my works since have made my day every fucking time as well. When I see her name in my email notifications? I just know I'm gonna be grinning for a minimum of 3 hours afterwards, that's the way she does it and oh my God I am so glad I get to appreciate her this way as well - love you, you wonderful, amazing you.

-💚🦋

Marie, h2writes

[tenshindon]

i just be drawin shit 

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

People: Be the change you want to see in the world. My brain: ...Guess this means I gotta make more gen Red Daughter content.

...

“Keep a low profile.”

Eve’s voice was slightly distorted--flat and far away through the burner phone she had provided. The condescension and disdain, however, was readily apparent, in spite of the poor connection.

"Low profile,” she parroted back, slow and deliberate. 

“I’m not falling for that again,” Eve huffed on the other end of the line. “I know you know what it means.”

She smirked. “No, please. I require another poorly articulated explanation.” 

At which point Eve hung up.

She did not put the phone in her pocket right away. Instead, she waited, eyeing the screen expectantly. 

один, два...

She didn’t even get to three before the phone began to buzz, announcing a text message.

Or, rather, a string of text messages, many of which contained words unfit for polite conversation, conveniently in Russian, so that she’s be able to fully appreciate them.

The final text contained the instructions Eve had failed to give her, thanks to her abrupt and somewhat petty closing to their phone conversation.

Wait for my call. Don’t leave the park, and don’t do anything stupid.

She replied to Eve’s message with the small, smiling yellow face wearing a halo, and pocketed the phone, uninterested in whatever string of curses or irate yellow faces Eve was no doubt in the process of sending. She ignored the buzzing in her jacket and moved to a small, isolated bench along one of the paths in the park.

It was overcast, and fairly breezy. She didn’t mind the weather, of course--she barely felt the chill in the air--but it seemed to put off the residents of National City. There were only a handful of people making use of the walking trails, and the athletic fields were basically deserted.

She pulled the brim of her cap lower and sat back on the bench, tentatively expanding the scope of her hearing. She hadn’t done that much, since Kaznia. She didn’t like the intrusive sounds of the city, beyond the green boundaries of the park.

There were no gunshots, at least. ...For the present, anyway.

She tried to focus on the scant bird calls, and gentle rustling of leaves. A nearby creek provided a nice distraction, as she listened to the water make its gradual, winding way through reeds and over rocks. Occasionally, someone would jog close to the creek’s edge, and she’d pick up broken bits of conversation. She didn’t mind; she let the words fade into a meaningless jumble, not even bothering to translate.

But the sudden, high peel of childish laughter caught her off guard. She stiffened, thoughts turning traitorously to Mikhail, and an afternoon spent listening to his breathless retelling of a lunchtime relay race at school.

She shook her head, willing the memories away. Focus on the water again, she told herself sternly. Focus on--

Something brushed against her leg, startling her. She looked down, curious.

A familiar black and white pattern greeted her, and set her teeth on edge.

She lurched forward on the bench, hands gripping the wood so tightly that it splintered. Her frantic gaze swept the park. This had to be...some kind of trick. A cruel, terrible trick...perhaps Eve, getting back at her...?

But she didn’t see Eve. In fact, the park was just as empty as it had been a few minutes ago. So...who...?

“There it is!”

“I see it, I see it!”

A trio of children rounded the bend in the path, but only one of them moved to come collect the ball; the other two--they looked like they were a bit younger--came to an abrupt stop as soon as they saw her and hung back, clearly shy.

This did not deter the oldest girl, though.

“Sorry about our ball!” she said it in a rush, with something of a perfunctory air. The girl stooped to grab the ball--still at her own boot-clad feet--and seemed to be in the process of apologizing once more for good measure. “We didn’t mean to--” The girl’s eyes met her own, and her sentence tapered off.

They stared at each other for several long seconds, neither of them saying anything.

And then, rather suddenly, the girl turned on her heel and ran back to the other children, barely skidding to a halt before starting to whisper excitedly.

She ignored them and pulled her cap even lower, eyeing the damage to the bench. She wondered if Eve would consider the splintered wood ‘something stupid.’

“It’s her!”

“Nuh-uh.”

“It is!”

“Is not! She’s not wearing a skirt!”

The children continued their bickering, which was their business. But she didn’t like how they kept glancing back in her direction. She could imagine it: one of them rushing off to alert their parent about the suspicious-looking stranger on the park bench. 

There were several ways to deal with that, of course. Most of which definitely would fall under the ‘doing something stupid’ category that Eve had expressly forbidden.

She stood to leave the park. It was the lesser of two evils, in this case.

“Um!” 

She glanced over her shoulder. It was the girl, the one with the football. 

Ignore her. It was the obvious choice.

And yet. Her feet stalled.

“I was telling my brother--that’s my brother, over there,” she pointed at one of the other children. Specifically, the one who was attempting to hide a shy, nervous smile by ducking behind the third child; a girl who looked a little older than the boy, but younger than the first girl. “And my brother’s friend--that’s my brother’s friend, right there--I was telling them that you look just like Supergirl, and I thought...maybe it’s because you are Supergirl, but my brother says you’re not, because you’re not wearing a cape or a skirt or anything, but then I said that you were probably just washing it, because it got dirty or something, and then--”

“I am not her.” She cut the girl off, the words sounding more stern than she’d intended.

“...Oh,” the girl said, shoulders sagging with disappointment. “Well. Okay. Sorry, um. Thank you.”

And as the girl turned to go, she felt...badly. That she had been so blunt. She wanted to leave, yes. And maintain her cover.

But she didn’t want to...hurt a child’s feelings.

“You...” the words started tumbling out before she could think better of it, “you like...football?”

Now it was the girl who glanced back over her shoulder, caught off guard by the unexpected question.

“What?”

She pointed to the black and white ball in the girl’s arms. “That’s not a football,” the girl said.

“It’s a soccer ball!” the girl’s brother spoke up helpfully.

She offered a grateful smile. “Ah, right. Soccer. Thank you.”

Her reply sent the boy giggling and hiding behind his friend once more. 

“Me and Emma are pretty good, but Jack won’t quit touching the ball,” the oldest girl explained, glaring at her brother. “That’s against the rules Jack.”

Jack stuck his tongue out in response.

“You wanna see how good we are at passes?”

And though it was probably very ill-advised, to stay and risk drawing attention to herself, or blowing her cover, she found herself agreeing, moving to stand at the edge of one of the fields, and watched as the three kicked the ball back and forth.

(Well. Two, mostly. Jack spent most of his time either running between the two girls, or sitting and picking at the dandelions growing in the grass.)

As she watched, she had to admit that they were very good at passes. 

“I’m gonna kick it really hard this time!”

“Okay!”

At the oldest girl’s warning, Jack and Emma ran further down the field in an attempt to receive the pass. They almost had it, but the kick was solid, and the ball sailed right past them.

She reacted without thinking, planting herself in the path of the ball, allowing it to thump against her collarbone and drop to her waiting foot, where it sat, balanced, until she flicked it upwards, bouncing it off her thigh, back to her foot, and then her thigh again.

“...Whoa,” she heard Emma breathe. By now, all three of them had run over, and were watching her closely with wide eyes.

She smiled, and let the ball finally drop to the grass. She nudged it back to the trio.

“You’re good,” the girl said with obvious appreciation.

“I had a good teacher,” she replied truthfully.

“Can you show us how to do that?”

She hesitated.

Could she?

“...I can try,” she offered, which seemed agreeable to the three of them.

And that was how she found herself reciting Mikhail’s patient, thorough instructions to her three new acquaintances, smiling at each success, and diligently working through each setback. (Of which there were many, particularly in Jack’s case.)

“I think I got it!” the oldest girl declared, proudly (if somewhat unsteadily) balancing the ball on her foot. She mimicked the kind of flicking motion, and sent the ball upwards.

It didn’t have enough momentum to get too far, and when it landed on her thigh, it rolled and fell to the ground, instead of bouncing.

“That was very good,” she told the girl, who didn’t look a bit put-off by the lack of bounce. “If you practice, it will be even better.”

“Yeah!” she enthusiastically agreed. She was about to attempt it again, but they were interrupted by a sudden call.

“Okay kids, pack it in! We’re going home!”

The groans of protest were loud and long.

“If you aren’t all in the car by the time I count to ten, you’re gonna lose some privileges! One!”

“We gotta go,” the oldest girl explained as Emma and Jack ran towards the source of the shout. “Thanks for teaching us and stuff! I’m Mia, by the way. What’s your name?”

Mia gazed at her expectantly, football tucked under one arm.

She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out. She had no name to give.

There was Linda, she supposed. But that was a lie...and she didn’t want to lie. Not to children.

Kara Zor-El?

...Maybe...

“Mia!”

“I’m coming!” Mia yelled. “I really gotta go,” she said, starting towards the other end of the field. “Bye!”

“It’s--” she called after Mia. The girl paused, and turned. “...Supergirl.”

Mia stared for a moment, mouth slightly agape, before a broad, delighted grin displaced her shock.

“Ohmygosh, I knew it! I knew you were Supergirl! I told Jack--”

She brought a finger up to her mouth--a fairly universal sign for shhhh and keep this a secret.

Mia seemed to understand, nodding her head earnestly.

“...But I can tell Jack and Emma, right?”

She considered this for a moment.

“...Yes.”

“YES! Thanks Supergirl! Bye, Supergirl!”

She waved as Mia ran off, excitedly yelling at Jack and Emma. For her part, Mia did not shout the secret out across the soccer field. Not that it would matter if she did. As soon as the children were turned away, and she was sure no one was watching, she took off, moving at a speed that made her imperceptible to the human eye. Any claims of having played soccer with Supergirl would be chalked up to childish imagination.

She touched down several miles away, and sent a brief text updating Eve as to her location.

Many angry yellow faces followed.

Nevertheless, Eve arrived some time later in a nondescript SUV, scowling as she unlocked the passenger side door.

“What did I say?” she snapped. “I said stay in the park. I said don’t do anything stupid.”

“I didn’t do anything stupid,” she said with a shrug and climbed into the car. 

“Oh? What do you call this, then?” Even wanted to know as she turned her attention to the road.

She thought of Mikhail. Of learning games, and listening to stories...and how she had shared those things with the children here, in National City.

“...Fun,” she decided, marveling at her own answer. “...I call it. Fun.”

Notes:

- I have no idea when this would take place in the show timeline. B/c I imagine those kids wouldn’t be too keen on talking to Supergirl after she burned down the White House? - Speaking of. Don’t talk to strangers. Even if they look exactly like Supergirl. - The Russian was provided by Google, so there’s a good chance it’s wrong. Apologies. - That apology extends to any errors in the English portion as well.