#it's like an edgy fidget toy

[langernameohnebedeutung]

of COURSE the no. 1 blaine analyzer on this webbed site learned how to use a balisong…

i’m just joshing though that’s cool as shit???

i can't deny these things are connected 🥲🥲

[muzsmoux]

MHA headcanons because the show makes me happy: part 2

This turned out sort of Bakugou heavy, I don't even like him that much but alas he's an interesting little guy. Like last time, if you don't like them or it clashes with canon that's okay. I can be wrong about inconsequential things sometimes. As a treat :)

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🌟 Tsuyu is autistic and does not mask at all. If you want a brutally honest opinion without aggression that comes from annoying Bakugou, Tsu is your gal.

🌟 Aizawa hates great danes. He's neutral about dogs in general, not his thing but people can like what they like. But great danes... They just don't sit right with his soul.

🌟 It does kind of bother Ojiro when Denki uses his tail as a fidget toy in class. But it seems to help him focus a bit so Ojiro doesn't have the heart to tell him to stop.

🌟 Thirteen has a program for troubled kids struggling with "villainous" quirks. They want to show people that if literal black holes can be used to do good in the world, so can any other ability.

🌟 Kirishima is a good singer but he only does it when he's alone. His singing voice is much softer than his speaking voice, and he thinks it's not manly enough. Bakugou knows this because he sometimes hears him practice Lemon Boy at night. He doesn't say anything about it though because he'd rather admit to Deku he considers him a good friend than jeopardize that experience.

- Welcome to the Bakugou interlude! One of these have a VERY brief mention of PAST domestic abuse, it's marked by this 💥 if you'd rather skip that. -

🌟 Bakugou got his passion for cooking from Auntie Inko. She'd always let him help with dinner when he stayed over, and taught him that cooking is a way to show love when putting it into words is too hard. Now he makes lunch for his friends every Saturday.

💥 Masaru is actually Katsuki's stepdad. Mitsuri managed to escape her abusive first marriage when Katsuki was four. After all the trauma, she found safety in the kind, gentle man that is now her husband. Masaru is endlessly patient with his son and Katsuki turned out to be 100% a papa's boy. And Mitsuki couldn't be any happier about that.

🌟 Not counting his boyfriend, Bakugou's closest friends are actually Ochaco and Denki. Besides Kirishima Ochaco is the only other student he considers a true equal. And Denki just kind of weaseled himself into his heart along the way.

🌟 When Bakugo is being particularly difficult Denki likes to call him a boomer.

🌟 Bakugou's worst enemies aren't the LoV or even Deku. It's Mina's neon pink and chartreuse zebra print faux fur collar dressing gown and Kirishima's 8-in-1 shampoo.

🌟 Pro hero Dynamight, famous for his smoky eye and sharp liner, has an alt skincare and makeup brand with violent names and edgy packaging but impeccable quality. His most recent release is the 3rd Degree palette, a collab with Shouto.

- That's it for the Bakugou interlude! -

🌟 Fatgum was VERY popular with both girls and boys in high school and all the "nice guys" were seething about it. He was a tall, funny, thick guy and the definition of a dad friend. He always had crackers or granola bars on him in case someone skipped breakfast.

🌟 Yaomomo takes commissions from her classmates if they want something made. She takes payment is in the form of chocolates equivalent to how much fat she has to burn to make the item, or based on how stupid she thinks it is. (She charged Denki 2 whole chocolate cakes for a maid dress.)

🌟 Hatsume is secretly working on a new hero costume for Momo. She overheard her confiding in Jirou that the outfit is cold and makes her feel exposed and vulnerable, so she stole some leftover scraps from Mirio's costume for studying and got to work immediately.

🌟 Even in his true form, Toshinori is freakishly tall. Endeavor, a full time beefcake of almost 2 meters, can just barely look the decrepit old man with turbo asthma in the eyes. And that drives him insane.

🌟 Toshinori thinks of his Allmight form as drag. When he lived in the US he explored all the things he'd missed out on living in a more conservative country and became a regular at the ballroom scene. The queens inspired him to camp up his hero persona to the MAX.

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Thank you for reading!! If you liked this you can check out part 1 here.

[moralivya12]

 GUYYYYSSS PICTURE ELLIE WITHHH A TOUNGEE PIERCING :

Ellie has this incredibly cool tongue piercing that really adds an edgy vibe to her whole look. It's like her little secret that keeps her entertained throughout the day. She's always playing around with it, flicking it against her teeth or rolling it around in her mouth. It's become her go-to fidget toy that never fails to amuse her.

But let me tell you, that tongue piercing is not just for show. Ellie knows exactly how to make it work in ways that will drive you absolutely crazy. Imagine this: she's going down on you, and the cold metal of her piercing is teasing and teasing your most sensitive areas. She has this magical ability to manipulate it in ways that will make you squirm and beg for more. It's an incredibly intense kind of pleasure that leaves you completely desperate for release.

.And when Ellie finally decides to give you what you've been craving for, she does it oh-so-slowly. Every single movement is so deliberate, prolonging your pleasure until you're practically begging for mercy. You can't help but cry out for her, desperately gasping for air as pleasure consumes every inch of your body. But that's not all. As she starts to move back up your body, her lips meet yours in a passionate, demanding kiss. And there it is—the taste of yourself on her pierced tongue, a reminder of the incredible pleasure she just bestowed upon you. It's a moment where intimacy and dominance collide, and she revels in the absolute power she has over you. And as she pulls away, a satisfied smile plays on her lips, letting you know that you've pleased her. In that moment, pleasure and obedience become inseparable, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

SHOULD I MAKE THIS A STORY

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧.

✦ info: this is a piece for @soleillunne's event, saudade. the first half was written by @llovelessly and i picked it up from there.

✦ featuring: kamisato ayato.

✦ warnings: some angst (?), not proofread.

✦ notes: hi hello my apologies for the lateness life has been life-ing real hard </3 i've done my best, but i still think it could've been better lmao

it’s strange, you think.

you sit in the comforts of expensive silk and lustrous linen, being doused into the arms of sleep and the soft sheets bit by bit—yet your eyes are laden with everything anxiousness has to offer. with a stifled sigh, your hand moves to lift you off the bed, and your feet start its nightly spiel. wooden floorboards creak beneath your step, and you do your best to focus on the crevices of your timber footing rather than the unease that begins the prelude of many, many endless and sleepless nights.

the hands of the clock by your bedside dance between the hour of midnight and eleven thirty, with a sharp yet almost inaudible tick when each second passes by.

it’s driving deeper into your anxious spiral.

why is your lover, ayato―not home yet? oh, but he promised he’d be here some time after dinner, saying in-between a quiet laugh that by the time he greets you with a sarcastic bow the food is still warm and you’d have plenty of time to ramble on about what happened in the midst of your day—however he’s nowhere to be seen. your ears are accustomed to the sound of his grimy soles, always noticing the close sound even in a crowded room—so he couldn’t be inside the house (and the chances of him toying with you were low since he loves you like the sun).

but—of course, finally—the impeccable timing of the clicking of key and lock never fail to snap you out of your strung-out haze, a welcomed arm pulling you by the waist into a quick hug before your lover places his muddy shoes under your shared bed and asks,

“how was your day, darling?” with that familiar, august tone you know dearly. you pull him into a sweet yet short, kiss—and glance at his soiled shoes.

you note they’re less dirtier than usual, and when you check upon the doormat by the entrance, it’s smeared with less sod and ground than the night after you washed it.

“. . . it was nice.”

a smooth, somnolent voice drawls between your worry and gut; reminding you that the carpet doesn’t matter more than the hours of slow dawn with your lover—so you prompt yourself to bed and forget anything but him the next morning. . . . . . it’s strange, you draw out on the patterned cloth, leg bouncing up and down from both stress and strain.

ayato has yet to arrive at the restaurant you sat in—with your hair done the way he likes it and clothed expensively in his gifts from various other nations. you bit your bottom lip each time the rusted bell that hung atop the door jingled, only to signal someone else entering and not him.

you straightened your posture, feeling your spine protest while you shift in your seat; moving your hands to either fidget below the table on your lap or on the table, where the knitted red material creases because of your awaiting and nervous actions.

just when will he arrive and kiss you like the sun?

it was as if time had grown languid with a single flutter of your lashes, watching painfully as each shift and hail had amounted to mere seconds when even just one breath had begun to feel like it weighed an hour of misspent moments on your shoulders. the quick veers from an edginess bordered by humiliation to a forced politeness (that you try to keep as light as possible to make it more believable), become more and more habitual with the minor bow of your head at the waitress checking in on your table, asking if you’d like to order something or be served more water—to which you answer that you’re good,

you’re fine,

you’re just waiting for someone—and she asks who it is—but your vocals thin to prevent you from saying anything other than,

“oh, just someone i know.”

then she nods and goes back to the mazes of the dirty kitchen, leaving you to count how many minutes it’ll take for her to come back again and ask the same questions again.

—

and so the ticks continue to sound in your head, a clock of your mind’s own making reminding you of the passage of time far better than the sounds that chime through the restaurant. and your presence feels like a statue made of stone, weighing heavily into the fabric of your surroundings. the eyes of people who entered long after you linger on the empty seat in front of yours, pity and curiosity dancing together in their gaze. 

 it’s strange, you think. he promised to be here before eight.

you’re intimately acquainted with waiting for him, the sounds of time passing by a bosom friend, the silent agony of anticipating his presence a slowly compressive pressure on your being. but he’s never made you wait this long.

not without a message, a lick of correspondence, an apology via one of his assistants, something, anything. 

where is he? 

anticipation twirls and swirls until it turns to anxiety, a glossy spill of viscous worry atop clear thought.  

where are you, ayato?

the grandfather clock made of gilded oak chimes nine, and you rise. you cannot bear the waitressess’ pitying looks anymore. to wait alone is easy enough, but under eyes that glow with condolence?

there is lighter torture in hell.

tears prick the back of your own eyes, and you cannot tell if they’re of frustration, worry or a combination of both. nevertheless, you hold your head high. the screech of the chair as you move it back rattles your skull.

the wait makes the journey home feel as if it merely flew by, as fast as lightning, the briefest flash of white in stormy skies. yet the ticks of the clock you cannot see haunt you all the same. 

hours later, long after you reach home, the hurried footsteps beyond the door, the click of the keys in the lock and the turn of the handle alerts you to his arrival.

“kamisato ayato.” you say, without bothering to turn. “where were you?” a waver betrays your emotions, your concern, your worry.

he rushes to grasp your hands in his, rare sincerity in his eyes. the raw emotion etched across his face, a clay tablet engraved by a stylus, is uncharacteristic.  “look at me, please.” his voice breaks.

slowly, you raise your gaze to meet his own.

“darling, i—” he pauses to swallow at the sight of sadness lining the rims of your eyes. “i’m so sorry.” 

“you said you’d be there before eight.” your words sit heavily in the air, laden with emotion you can’t quite verbalize. “i waited.” like i always do, you think, bitterness sharpening the edges of your thought.

“i know.” he hangs his head, moving to look at the silken lavender sheets. “i…i fell asleep. on my desk, after a meeting.”

the admission takes you by surprise. 

you glance at the shoes by the fireplace. though the luster of shoe-polish is no longer as distinct, you cannot see any evidence of dirt or sod or sand marring the sleek blackness. he really was in the office, you think. 

he loves you like the sun. you know he does. but not all of us have the luxury of basking in it when we want to. life binds our hands and our feet together in the dark.

and just like that, your heart softens against the resolution of your mind. the bags under his eyes are heavier than you’ve last seen them. “you look tired,” you murmur.

“i’m never tired for you,” he replies.

“i was worried.” you say, holding his hand tighter. i was worried about you not sending a message. i was worried that you forgot about me. i was worried that i’m not as important to you as the things that occupied your mind. 

he pulls you closer. i’m sorry for making you feel that way, he says wordlessly, with the way he draws circles on your skin.

and at last, his lips are upon yours, desperate, wanting, rushed despite exhaustion, so unlike the thorough, careful, controlled man he is. 

 “i’m sorry,” he whispers fervently, over and over, as his hands worship your skin with reverence. 

“i’m sorry,” he whispers against your shoulder when you lay fast asleep. 

“i’m sorry,” he whispers to your hair, in hopes you hear his apologies in your dreams.

this time, he makes another promise. to never promise you time out of his schedule that he cannot give. to never make you wait longer than you should. to learn to put his burdens into the hands of those willing to help, so he can swear to devote days to you, and only you. he knows both his happiness and his love revolve around you, and they will for as long as the heart in his chest beats.

after all, he is but the earth to your sun. 

[blueikeproductions]

JD’s personal belongings in the AU.

A lovingly documented binder of Dinosaurs Attack! cards arranged in order of the story. Still missing a few key moments of the story he is determined to finish.

Some personal items of his mother, Jocelyn, he keeps in a tiny box hidden from his father, who threw everything out when she died. Mostly movie ticket stubs from movies JD and Jocelyn saw when he was little, some jewelry, and a t-shirt of her favorite band. His most cherished yet cursed belonging is the key lock he wears, the only thing he found in the rubble of the building his mom suicided in. JD had a fight with his mom the day before over his dad, and JD blames himself for pushing Jocelyn to suicide. (It wasn’t his fault, as Jocelyn had already planned to do this anyway, and emotions were raw then.)

A sizable stack of 7-11 cups he collected from Las Vegas to Boston, each having a different style logo and promotion to show how long he’s been suffering.

A lava lamp.

A 70’s transistor radio he keeps by his bed.

A harmonica he usually keeps in his pocket and plays when he’s sad… which is often.

A pocket knife. Usually used for mundane purposes, though during a particularly bad mental health day, he considered suicide and attempted to cut himself, but instead just threw the blade at the wall of his room in frustration. The blade hung there for days until he finally took it down.

His gun. Originally he bought it for self defense due to Bud moving them into particularly dangerous crime ridden areas. It saw the most use in Hawkins and later Sherwood. He sleeps with it, keeping it under his pillow due to Hawkins PTSD and mild paranoia.

An old toy pop gun from an old Cowboy Halloween costume he had when he was five, from a memorable Halloween where he got a massive haul of candy.

Some assorted posters from his favorite bands and movies, like Big Fun, the Pixies, Westworld and Godzilla, though they’re beat up and torn from how often he’s had to take them down and hang them back up.

A small stack of classic literature and pulp science fiction, most of the former technically stolen from libraries of moves past. Moby Dick, Huckleberry Finn and Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde are the most well read and worn, with him currently working through the original Jaws novel.

A small Transformers collection that was spurned on by Dan when they originally met. Besides Fangry, his collection is incomplete Special Teams mostly. Dinobots Slag (his favorite dinosaur happens to be the triceratops) and Snarl, Terrorcons Rippersnapper, Cutthroat and Sinnertwin (partly for their edgy names), Pretender Rattletrap, Cassettes Overkill and Slugfest, and 2/3 of the Triggerbots and Triggercons. (He’s missing Backstreet and Crankcase, and the flip out guns amuse him.) His holy grail are the Japanese exclusive Autobot Dinosaur Cassettes. When JD gets stressed or anxious, he’ll start fidgeting with whatever Transformer is in reach, transforming it over and over.

JD’s clothes are similar to what’s seen in the original movie, though he also has some 7-11 t-shirts, with a Pac-Man one he wears the most. He also has a fascination with McDonald’s Mac Tonight, and has some t-shirts related to him he wears around the house.

When JD moves in with the Bravermans at the end of the Westerberg adventure, most of his stuff was confiscated by authorities investigating fraud from his dad’s company when Bud died in a construction accident, leaving him with only a few clothes, books and figures he could comfortably carry in a duffel bag.

[hajihiko]

nvm i also noticed they both like dice thingy and this fidget toy shit... gonna be crying in my room about them for the next 6 hours i mean these NERDS. ABSOLUTE LOSERS 💔

Its not just dice its D&D dice! Can you imagine them sitting on the floor in secret (bc Peko isn't allowed to play with him) making really edgy 1st time characters and trying to scramble a campaign w just two people who barely know the rules. Fuyuhiko's character dies because he makes bad life choices and Peko almost quits her job from shame

[elslittlestories]

The week after - Hunter (The Bad Batch)

This is a follow-up to "The morning after", a short fanfiction toying with the idea of an asexual Hunter and sensory issues. There should be a part 3 some day...

Gender neutral reader

1.5k words, some allusions to sex but nothing explicit

[Read on AO3]

⚠️Updated version available under the title:

Hunter stands at your front door, staring at you while he waits for your answer.

“You’ve got some nerves,” you say.

It’s been a week since that party on the beach, the kiss you shared and…everything else. Maybe asking you to go for a walk, like he has done so many times since you met, wasn’t such a great idea after all. But he’s not ready to give up.

“I’m sorry, I…Can we talk?”

You huff, intrigued despite yourself. After all, he’s here, and he does look sorry. You refuse to let hope take over you, but you step away from the door to let Hunter in. He follows you and you both sat across the kitchen table.

“I wanted to apologize,” says Hunter with a slight quaver in his voice.

“Took you long enough”, you can’t help but grouch.

Although it doesn’t bring you the sense of revenge you were looking for.

“I know…I needed it. I left Pabu for a few days.”

“So I’ve heard. Omega said you and Tech had some errand to run.”

“We visited some friends. A married couple.”

Hunter pauses, hands fidgeting, before he adds, “for advice.”

The leap your heart makes in your chest makes you dizzy. This time, there’s no stopping the foolish wish that he might love you after all.

“You needed advice from a married couple,” you repeat.

“I…wanted to figure out if what I was feeling was uh…more than friendship?”

Again, his voice gives away his fluster. The contrast with his confident stance is unsettling.

“…and?” you breathe out.

“And…I- Hum…Are you sure you don’t want to take a walk?”

At this point Hunter can’t look your way and his body feels so restless he fears it might trigger another meltdown. Even though he has taken every precaution to avoid it by wearing his most comfortable clothes and keeping his gloves on.

You take pity on him and agree to follow him outside, despite the throbbing of your heart. Without a word, you head down toward the beach, keeping an awkward distance between you.

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” you say, making an effort of keeping your tone gentle.

Motion is already starting to ease Hunter’s edginess and when he starts speaking again, his voice is more gathered. What he struggles with is organizing his thoughts…

“It’s really important that you get that you are not the problem here. The reason I rejected you- it’s got nothing to do with you. I never wanted to make you feel like you didn’t deserve me. Anyone would be lucky to have you- not that I want you to go with somebody else. Well unless you want to. I’m not trying to force you into anything. I know I hurt and I’m sorry. So sorry.”

“Are you trying to say you…want to be with me?”

The words seem even more foolish said out loud, but your pulse is racing and every inch or your body tingling. Your mind is already feeling up the blanks for him. He must have panicked because it was his first time, which would also explain his not so satisfactory performance.

“Well, I-…I like you.”

It takes every last bit of control in you for not tripping on the sand.

“I would love to share something with you,” he adds, flexing his hands. “But…”

“Ah,” you say with the wrong kind of butterflies in your stomach. “Here comes the but.”

Hunter looks at you, broken. He searches carefully for his words, toes digging into the sand for anchor.

“I don’t think I’m fit for this kind of relationship.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” you ask, your annoyance rising up again.

“I-…I can’t sleep with somebody.”

You stop dead. This chat is reaching a level of confusion you would never have expected! Hunter turns around to face you, cheeks pink and eyes avoidant.

“Sleep, as in sleep? Or the naughty one”, you hear yourself asking without thinking.

“Er…both? It’s uh…I think I struggle with the skin on skin contact.”

“And you only found out now?”

“Well, I didn’t have much experience with that until the other night.”

His face takes a darker shade. You can’t believe your ears.

“Nobody ever touched you? Not even a hug?”

“I was always wearing clothes.” Hunter shrugs.

The reality of this man’s life fully sinks into you. Your throat tightens as you try to imagine a child rising up without ever truly feeling the warmth of someone else against him.

“Is it okay if I hug you now?”

His eyes widened and you decide you don’t need his permission. You pull him against you and squeeze hard when you feel his arms closing around you.

“That’s so sad,” you whisper.

“It’s no big deal, really”, he replies with an uneasy pat on your back.

You step back, surprised to find your sight blurred.

“This kind of hugs works just fine for me,” he smiles.

“Is it because of your enhanced sense?”

“That’s Tech’s theory, yes. I’ve always had trouble with touch and texture.”

“Oh…”

There’s a silence as you take the news in and link the dots with your memories from that night, the fact that he never seemed to fully be touching you. Not in the way you were craving for him to touch you.

Hunter resumes walking, you catch up with him to ask:

“How does it feel?”

He sighs and doesn’t answer right away.

“Like staring at the sun but you can’t close your eyes.”

Mindlessly, you look up at the sky and squint at the brightness. Something twist inside you.

“So you didn’t have a good time, did you?”

“Not really, no,” he answers with a silent apology.

It makes your guilt flare up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought I could just tough it out.”

“That’s not how it’s supposed to work. We’re supposed to both enjoy ourselves!”

Hunter stares in the far and quietly says: “I’ve never been interested in that, to be honest.”

You frown.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“My friend warned me this pill might be the hardest to swallow,” he makes himself joke.

“I mean, have you seen yourself in a mirror?”

It’s his time to frown, so you add:

“You’re hot, Hunter. Half of Pabu must be fantasizing about you and you’re telling you have zero interest in- in- in…the thing!”

He rubs the back of his neck with a chuckle. He never quite understood what people saw in him in that regard, but his brothers have made him aware of it in various teasing ways. Until now he just didn’t realize the fact that he never ever reciprocated the attraction was unusual.

“But wait! What about kissing?”

He winces. You catch it.

“I don’t mind the…closed-lip ones,” he says as gently as he can, aware he’s close to hurting your feelings.

“You don’t mind them.”

While your broken ego whales about your inability to entice desire in a man, you’re more concerned about having forced Hunter into something he clearly didn’t want to do. The question escapes your lips before you can stop it.

“Was there anything at all you enjoyed that night?”

He gives you another of his apologetic, sad puppy look and you feel sick.

“But…” you add, “you were…hard.”

“I mean, the machinery is working.”

Somehow, his answer makes it even worst.

“And to be honest, I was expected something to kick in at some point. But with the sensory issues…it just never came.”

He notices how pale you are and quickly adds:

“It wasn’t so bad. I was probably more content by giving you a good time than anything. I’m not sure I did a good job with that, though…”

“First times are meant to be messy, but I wasn’t expecting to force you into yours!”

Hunter takes your wrist and waits for your eyes to meet before uttering:

“Hey, you didn’t force me into anything. I overestimated my abilities and chose to go through with it anyway, so that’s not on you, okay?”

You nod, giddy from his strong aura and the feeling of his gloved hand on your skin.

“This sucks,” you mumble.

He let go of your arm.

“Tell me about it…”

You walk in silence until you reach the end of the beach and turn around. Hunter wouldn’t mind sprinting away, if only to get rid of the tensions in his body. He’s never felt more exposed in his entire life.

“Maybe I should give you some space to process all of this,” he says hesitantly.

“Yeah…”

“I- uh…I’ll just go, then.”

He means to add he’ll miss you, but he doesn’t. After one last look and a shy smile, he bolts away. The run does help a little, but he’s got a burning question on the tip of his tongue, and he knows he won’t find rest until you’ve answered it. He speeds up, waiting for the rush of endorphins to wash over him and take away the dread that you might not want to see him for a while…

***

This headcanon of Hunter is very dear to me, I can only hope it resonates with someone else in any way.

I should probably have edited this more, but I'm too impulsive for this shit!

Thank you so much for reading and bearing with me 🥰

[helloitsbees]

headcanons for lesbian chainshipping :)

HI OK IM ON MY LAPTOP NOW!!!!

okay so I have so so many thoughts about these dykes (and also im gonna use the canon + names from the last tender place because im fucking obsessed with it and have read it like 20 times) (also this will get nsfw but I'll put that behind a cut):

Lauren has always known she was a lesbian but only came out after graduating from med school because she was afraid her parents wouldn't pay for her education if they knew she was gay. She was semi-wrong about this, her dad was fine with it & loved her unconditionally but she's only on speaking terms with her mom because she and Allison were able to give her a grandchild, and even then their relationship is considerably more chilly than it was before Lauren came out.

Addie is a surprisingly good cook with a natural aptitude for improvising, the only thing standing in her way is her ability to afford good ingredients for the things she cooks. She's pretty edgy about accepting Lauren buying her things (it makes her feel like Lauren's sugar baby [which Lauren is into, privately]) so when Lauren pays for the groceries that Addie picks out, everyone wins because Lauren, Allison, Diana, and Addie get a fucking delicious three-course dinner out of it, and Addie gets to live out her celebrity chef dreams. Diana helps her cook sometimes, and Lauren's phone wallpaper is a picture of the two of them laughing hysterically about some forgotten joke over a boiling pot of homemade spaghetti sauce.

Lauren used to wear a lot of skirts prior to losing her foot, but she doesn't like how her prosthetic attracts attention when it's bare so she mainly sticks to pants post-trap. Addie thinks that's absolute bullshit because if anybody's going to stare, it's because her girlfriend is fucking hot, okay? She's defended this position rigorously in the past when they were walking home from a movie one night and some asshole made a comment on the street, and Lauren had to physically pull Addie off of him before the cops came.

Addie's first kiss with another girl was in the darkroom of the boarding school her parents sent her to when she was 15, on a day when she and her friend were left alone to develop their landscape photography proofs. Her crush on her was the reason she'd gotten into photography to begin with, and even though it ended badly, she's still got the overdeveloped print from that day hidden away in her closet.

Lauren eats pussy like she's drowning and Addie's the air. like she will NOT stop until her girlfriend comes at least 5 times. Addie is EXTREMELY sensitive and it's not uncommon for her to start crying during sex from sheer sensory overload.

Addie doesn't shave and Lauren's kind of an absolute freak about it. She LOVES running her hands over Addie's legs and bush, and Addie jokes that it's like a fidget toy for her.

[noisycowboyglitter]

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Reclaiming the Narrative

Skulls are often associated with darkness and negativity.expand_more Here, the skull could be a way of challenging stereotypes. It might represent "owning" the term "autism" and turning it into a badge of honor.

Strength and Resilience

Skulls can also symbolize strength and perseverance.expand_more This could resonate with autistic individuals who face challenges but overcome them with determination.

A Blend of Seriousness and Fun

The image might simply be a playful way to express autistic identity. The American flag provides a serious undertone, while the skull adds a touch of edgy humor.

Understanding Individual Interpretations

The meaning behind the Autism American Flag Skull can vary depending on the individual. It could represent any, or all, of the ideas mentioned above.

Beyond the Image

It's important to remember that the symbol itself is just a starting point for conversation. The true power lies in the stories and experiences of autistic individuals who identify with this image.

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A Call for Acceptance

Ultimately, the Autism American Flag Skull might be a call for acceptance. It's a way of saying, "This is who I am, an autistic American. See me, understand me, and celebrate my unique identity."

Picking a gift for an autistic adult can be thoughtful!

Sensory Items: Fidget toys to manage stress, weighted blankets for relaxation, noise-canceling headphones for quiet escapes.

Subscription Boxes: Curated selections of sensory items, fidgets, and goodies delivered regularly.

Interests: Cater to their hobbies! Art supplies for the creative mind, a tech gadget for the techie, or a class related to their passion.

Experiences: Tickets to a concert or museum exhibit, a calming spa day, or a workshop to learn a new skill.

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Remember, personalization is key! Consider their unique preferences for a gift they'll truly appreciate.

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questions taken from this post

just answering all of these for myself because i can and i don't wanna wait for potential asks

Hi! Who are you right now?

I'm Levi ✌

How do know its you thats out? What are your usual cues?

Uhh good fucking question. i feel like a guy ig (dysphoria). and i have very strong feelings of justice and i get very pissed when ppl aren't treated right (im super vengeful). i also dissociate a lot when im confronted with my source and i think my voice is lower and im less "all over the place" than some of the other alters? i'm more "relaxed" ig, even if my emotions can get very strong and bordering black/white

Do you like it when people know its You and not the collective whole? Is it situational, or depends on the person?

It's complicated. i feel very exposed and i'm nervous what other people will think of me since i'm a fictional introject of a very popular anime character. i'm also worrying about which impression we as a collective have on the people around us, and if they know we are a DID system and which alters we got, then they might treat us in some weird fucking way (and let's be honest - that's the reality of it) but on the other hand, i feel so lonely and invisible when i'm talking to my friends and they don't know that i even exist, ya kno? i'd wish i could be myself around my friends and i'm still trying to find out if that is possible

What sort of aesthetics do you draw to?

i guess darker ones? like black and red. i like grunge and punk too. i also fuck with traumacore, again especially black/white and red shit. angry shit. im an edgy little man

What do you look like?

pretty much like my source, i just wear different clothes ig here's some pics xoxo

What sort of emotions do you feel mostly when you’re out?

anger, grief, vengefulness, idk man i'm ready to punch a bitch lol

What sort of situations are you out in most of the time?

I'm a host, but other than that i'm always the one going to sleep and i am the one that doesn't hate ourselves ig. i'm not gonna blame us for what other people did or do to us, ya kno. i'm a protector

Are there other parts like you in the same system?

we have another introject of the same character, but he's nothing like me or our source. so no, i think i'm the only alter like me in this body?

Are you part of a subsystem?

no, i don't think we have subsystems

What’s your relationship like to the parts nearest to you right now?

idk, kinda like roommates or "found family"? i'm not sure who's close rn tho, but i'm chill with all the alters i know

Do you have vague memories of before you came out, or do they feel blocked out?

i have no idea what this means. i think it means before i fronted and yeah we kinda have a "shared consciousness", but sometimes i realise i don't have all the pieces of what happened, but it's mostly greyouts and emotional amnesia

What’s your favorite way to ground?

nature, fidget toys, drinking something tasty

Do you have a favorite snack or drink?

idk i love coffee ig. i like food in general lol

Do you have a favorite item in the present world?

hmm... can't think of one item, but i have some clothing and other stuff that i like. i love flannel shirts and i love pretty teacups

Do you have an inner world? Do you have a place you like in there?

nah, not really. it's just a black void. we haven't been able to construct one and nothing has seemed to pop up yet

Whats a simple way other parts might describe you to like a therapist or something?(they’re the fierce one, the sad one, ect)

the angry/vengeful one/the fight response one

What’s the safest thing you can imagine right now?

so pathetic, but ig that's a part of why i was created. but the safest thing i can imagine is the guy i see as my soulmate (erwin), but he's a fucking anime character from my source and has never and will never be real. but he's such a comfort for me and thereby the entire system. i just wish he was actually real lol i definitely haven't cried myself to sleep because he's a drawing ahahaha :')

What’s something you wish the system would do more of?

stand up for ourselves. but i do understand why other parts don't do this and i don't blame them. i'd just wish they didn't feel this fear and shame

What’s your handwriting like?

idk ugly? i think all of us have an ugly handwriting lmfao

Free space! Tell me a random fact about you or something you’re thinking about

uhh rn im dissociating bc we are opening up to a friend about our DID and it's making all of us nervous, so that's what's in my thoughts. a random fact could be that i fucking love making fun of my source and i love making fans mad lmfao

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Sensory Toys for Travel: Keeping Kids Entertained on the Go

Ever wondered if the senses could be stimulated while you are traveling, amidst nature, or out exploring vacations? That’s certainly possible with sensory toys!

Having a voyage out with kids is an admirable adventure as a whole, yet it has its regular challenges. Irrespective of your traveling scene, be it out on the beach, on a flight, on a road trip, or even on a basic vacay plan for your kids, having access to sensory toys can add an endless fun vibe to the traveling plan. Sensory toys are play items that keep your kids occupied with a handy sensory experience easing out their stress and allowing calmness to take over, wherever you are. Let’s grab some understanding of sensory toys for travel where you get some cool ideas to leverage the fun.

The Power of Sensory Toys in Travel

Sensory toys are not just a soothing delight to the senses in a sensory bedroom but are also quite amazing for travel purposes. The toys are specially formulated to engage a child’s senses to enable a comforting and relaxing feel. Sensory toys can be a wonder for parents struggling to handle the energy levels, breakdowns, or anxiety of their child with autism needs. The toys are not mere play items rather induce a sense of ease and satisfaction, letting your child have their happy hours while traveling. 

1. Fidget Toys for Busy Fingers

Sensory room equipment generally includes versatile stuff like fidget toys. The toys are small-scale, handy, and keep the restless little hands busy throughout traveling. Whether your journey is by plane, car, or train, fidget toys help relieve the edginess and stress of your child. Toys like stress balls, fidget spinners, or a jar of kinetic sand work beautifully by involving a kid’s tactile and proprioceptive senses, ensuring eased minds during the tiresome trip.

2. Sensory Busy Bags

Wield the busy bags and let your child get carried away with its engrossing effect that will keep them busy. It is a portable bag with a range of sensory toys and recreational tools to tailor to different senses. You can manipulate the busy bag contents and stuff in things that match your child’s preferences. Add textured fabrics, small puzzles, mushy toys, etc. An interesting element of busy bags is that you can rotate the stuffed items to keep them fresh all the way while traveling. 

3. Interactive Electronics

We understand that screen time for a child as well as an adult should be limited as per their age. Yet, as long as individuals are exposed to them, learning and productive use must be ensured alongside healthy entertainment. Tech-based sensory stuff for traveling purposes includes smartphones with accessibility controls to satisfy various sensory needs while outdoors such as interactive games, voice commands, and color customization to stimulate many senses.

Conclusion Sensory toys manufactured at Sensory Toy Warehouse for travel and outdoor excursions offer a beautiful way to keep your child engaged while ensuring their mental satisfaction. The restlessness, disturbance, and unhappy moments of a child vanish into thin air if they are exposed to their premium sensory toys crafted with skill and comprehension of autism requirements. Get one for your kid today!

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Tate Langdon Dating Headcanons

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- Tate can be very soft and gentle, despite his hate for the world. Everything he does is justified by making you happier in the long run even if you don’t feel that way at the time. However, his personality can feel quite conflicting to you because of this.

- He can find romance in even the safest moments you spend together. The more the two of you confess the deepest of your secrets or experience hardships together he feels his bond grow to you. He romanticises the pain he feels but not intentionally - he just doesn’t know any different.

- Tate tries to take you out on dates as much as possible, but as he is of course dead he can’t exactly do that outside of Halloween. If the two of you are dating while he was still alive though, the two of you would have edgy but intimate dates with each other which are filled with tiny hidden meanings only the two of you would understand. 

- He is genuinely a child at heart. Whenever you would buy little toys for him or things for him to fidget with he’d act like a hyper child on caffeine. This applies to the amount of attention he needs from you too.

- Tate can get extremely insecure about his relationship with you very easily and quite often. Because of this, you are constantly reassuring him that you wouldn’t leave him for somebody else. He also gets quite jealous and protective of you in a very sadistic way - so be careful how you appear when Tate’s watching you with other people.

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take me home - MYG | M

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: you are completely infatuated with your neighbor, resident bad boy, but only you know how sweet he can be.

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 1.2K

warnings/tags: strong language, implied smut, badboy!yoongi, neighbor au

a/n: I am a sucker for soft, bad boy yoongi, insert *i'm bad boy* gif

↳part of the Serotonin Series

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You would watch him from the window, in awe of the way he carries himself. He had an effortless charm and swag that always made you run to the window every time you heard his car enter his driveway. Your mother would giggle and call you silly for being infatuated with resident bad boy, Min Yoongi.

Blonde hair combed back, you would watch the way he would lean down and kiss his grandmother, who was sitting on his parent’s porch, on her cheek and knuckles. Something no one else would even notice, making their minds up about him always being up to no good. He and his friends were popular at school but he was the one who always had your attention and your friends would laugh at you for thinking he would ever give a girl like you a second look.

They didn’t know him like you did. They didn’t see the way he would interact with his dog, Holly, you heard him call the toy poodle once. They didn’t see the way he would always hold his mother’s hand as he led her to the car to take her grocery shopping. And they certainly didn’t see the way he wept late in the evenings, on his front porch when his grandmother passed.

But he was still a bad boy. He started arguing frequently with his parents and even took up the habit of smoking, probably his own way of destressing.

One day you were brave enough to wave at him, but he didn’t wave back and that was enough to make your seventeen-year-old heart shatter.

Then one evening, your parents were invited for dinner at your neighbour’s house.

You took the chance to wear your best pink dress and did your hair and make-up in a way that you thought was red carpet worthy. Much to your dismay, he only arrived hours later and went straight for his room forgoing dinner. His mother called him back downstairs to say hello to the guests and he bowed politely. When his mother told him that you both go to the same high school, he answered with an I know.

To say you were thrilled would be an understatement, the guy you’ve been crushing on for years, knew who you were.

After that night he would greet you in the hallways and even offer you lemonade when he saw you sitting outside.

On your eighteenth birthday, he asked what you wanted as a gift and you answered with a simple ‘a kiss.’

And he went crazy on you, he said terrible things to you and called you ridiculous, so much that it made you run back inside your house and cry in your mother’s lap. She didn’t ask why, but later you found out that she was watching you two from the window, much to your chagrin.

Later that evening your mother had told you that someone was waiting for you downstairs.

Eyes still swollen from crying into your pillow, Yoongi sat in the lounge, leather jacket on and blonde hair swept to the side. He said he had his last birthday gift for you and with your parent’s permission, he drove and drove, far away from the small town you lived in. He noticed you started to get edgy and fidget in your seat, so he held your knee and said that you’re almost there.

You remember how fast your heart was beating when he held your knee the rest of the way.

He drove up a steep mountain and parked at the railed edge. Your eyes widened at the view. You could see the city lights twinkling from this side of the mountain and he chuckled at your expression.

He took your hand in his and placed a small box in your palm, telling you to open it later where you found out that it was a silver chain with a cute cat motif on it.

You gave him a tight hug and whispered a thank you in his ear.

When you pulled back, he ran his tongue along his lips and your eyes followed the action.

“Last gift.”

And he surged forward and captured your lips in a sweet kiss. You could feel the blood rush to your head and you thought you were going to faint.

He gave you the gummy smile you love so much when he pulled away from you, still holding your hand. And you sat like that for the rest of the night, in complete bliss.

-

The next few months were a blur. You and Yoongi weren’t dating but some nights, when you both wanted to escape from reality and the responsibilities of the world, he would take you up to the mountain and just talk.

There would be other cars parked at the edge, other lovers you assumed.

Sometimes you would engage in deep conversations, sometimes you would share kisses and sometimes your touches would get hungry.

‘Yoongi,’ you would giggle, ‘there are other people around.’

‘They can watch.’ He would reply.

And eventually, per your request, you had your first time with him. You won’t forget how gentle he was with you that night, the lingering kisses and touches, how he kissed away your tears.

You didn’t think you’d have your first time high up in a mountain, in the back seat of his beat down car no less. But it was with Yoongi, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

But it was all the calm before the storm, because one day, outside his porch, Yoongi had asked if you wanted to try a cigarette and you had shrugged. But that had to be the exact moment your father drove in from work.

He pulled you away from Yoongi and when he tried to defend you, your father told him to stay away from his daughter and he forbade you from ever seeing him again.

You begged and pleaded with your father that night to listen to what you had to say, that it wasn’t his fault. That you love Yoongi, he said you don’t know what love is and if Yoongi loved you back, he wouldn’t leave you to go to some music school in another far away city.

You were already accepted into business school in the city not too far from your hometown and were under the impression that Yoongi was going there too.

Later that night you asked your mother if you could sneak out and say one last goodbye to Yoongi. She had relented after a while and you showered her in kisses.

Yoongi was still sitting on his front porch and his eyes lit up when he saw you. You drove silently to the mountain and asked him why he lied to you about business school. He thought you would be mad at him for lying to you but you held his face and told him you’d rather hear the truth even if it pains you to. He told you all about his dream to become a successful producer and how he has to support his dream by himself without the help of his parents.

You told him that you would wait for him no matter how long he would take and shared teary smiles and kisses.

-

Here you are now, years later, at the same mountain ledge. You and Yoongi much older and wiser.

He, a successful rapper and producer. You, the CFO of a thriving business.

He tells you stories of his job as a producer and you joke that your corporate job is hardly as exciting as his. And once the laughter settles, you smile at each other because without words you both know.

You know that you can finally, finally have each other with no obstructions in the road to happiness.

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a/n: i love yoongi :') let me know what you guys think!

masterlist here

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Put a Ring on It

A/N: I started it with the intention of writing a thirst post but it ended up being 1.7k of pure fluff lmao

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader

Description: Miya Atsumu had a thing for wearing rings.

Word count: 1772

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Miya Atsumu had a thing for wearing rings.

Maybe it was how he thought that they made his hands looked bigger, or how the accents never failed to draw even more attention to his slender fingers. Likely, it was just the way how most teenage boys went through a phase of wanting to look stylish and edgy without really bothering to look into having an actual style of their own, resulting in him halting a baggy t-shirt, cargo pants and an unnecessary amount of rings as the peak of men’s fashion. You had your own thoughts on how he was so determined to slip a ring or two into whatever he was wearing whenever he was out of his uniform. You made fun of his sense of fashion none stop, pointing to his bleached hair that has faded from the gold it was supposed to be into a sharp yellow and cheap chunky jewelry as the main culprit.

“You look like a delinquent who smokes cheap cigarettes in parks after school.”

You sniggered when he let out an offended ‘huh’. His chunky silver rings that had obnoxiously prominent carvings on the side brushed dug into the gap between your fingers as he squeezed your hand tighter when he snapped towards your direction. Your free hand, the one that wasn’t in a lock hold by his ring clad one, reached out to brush away his side-swooped bangs. His hair was fried from the boxed bleach he used regularly but as a side perk, the dryness did add to the volume of his hair.

He stood there still as you carefully pushed his hair back, his upper body leaning towards your direction just a little so you didn’t have to struggle to reach him despite his initial protests. You were messing with his hair and he was looking at you, only at you, with his fingers still linked with yours even though you always complained about his rings making it hard for you to hold his hand.

You finally pulled back and your gaze dropped from his bangs to his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat when you met his eyes and they were full of you.

You cursed your weak heart for its sudden moment of swooning when he stood back up straight and his ring scratched against the inside of your finger.

You sighed, “You are so lucky you have a nice face so that people will be too caught up to notice how you dressed.”

Atsumu pretended he couldn’t hear the second half of the sentence and decided to focus on how you said he had a nice face instead.

But then you graduated from high school and he slowly started dressing less like a disastrous teenage boy and more like a proper adult. That athlete money did him well and he was finally able to dress the way he wanted to dress without having to turn into a questionable direction because of monetary limits. The baggy pants were gone from his closet, replaced with pants that actually fit his body and elevate things instead of holding back the visual upper hand he was supposed to have because of his physiques. He finally stopped bleaching his own hair after your many years of nagging but you nearly lost your composure when he showed up in front of your door to pick you up with his new hair for the first time.

“I got the stylist to trim my bangs for me,” he said as he ran his hand through the curl sitting at the side of his forehead and you gulped when you realised that his hair was soft enough for fingers to go through them with ease now, “I’m still trying to get used to not having things over my eye.”

“Oh?” you replied, your voice breathy as you tried to calm down your sea of thoughts at the sight of your boyfriend’s new look. 

You were aware that he was good looking, but everything that he was not born with used to be questionable so it balanced things out. Now he was wearing tight-fitted jeans that made his legs look even more toned as if it was even possible, with a white t-shirt that was tugged in loosely. He had a blazer on too, probably because you made him take you somewhere nice in celebration of his first VLeague cheque, but at this point you were almost certain he had that thing on just to drive you insane. 

And his hair, his god damn windswept fluffy no longer bright yellow hair.

“Do you think I should grow it longer?” he asked as he rubbed the tip of his bangs between the pads of his finger. The silver that sat at the bottom of his digits contrasted starkly with the pale gold and it finally dawned upon you that he stopped wearing the cheap rings you used to make fun of him for a while ago. 

Oh dear, now he was actually hot.

“No,” you blurted out, “it looks nicer this way.”

"You think so?” he asked as you forced your legs to move past your door before shutting it behind your back firmly. You had to force yourself to go out before the urge to make him come in could win, or else you would most certainly end up doing things that would make you miss your reservation.

And you had been excited to leech off of his athlete money.

“Yes, yes I do think so,” you said as you grabbed his hand to pull him along with you. 

You groaned in satisfaction when you realised his new rings did not stop you from sliding your fingers between his like the old ones did.

You started having fewer objections towards his choice of accessaries after his general fashion sense shifted for the better. You even started liking the rings after a while, crediting it to him opting for designs with more simplicity. You liked the way the metal was already warm from his heat when he put his hand on your thigh out of nowhere because he was bored, or when he was at the driver’s seat and the pad of his finger drummed against your skin steadily as he waited for the lights to change. The warmth of his hand always brought you security and he was well aware that nothing called your attention to him like it did. You were not even sure if he was aware, but he had a habit of toying with his rings whenever you were neglecting him because you had your attention on something else. The band he was playing with always ended up off his finger and up yours when you were least expecting it, the feeling of his calloused finger holding your hand as he slid it down always managed to call your gaze back to him.

‘What a child,’ you chuckled to yourself when he looked at you innocently like he could not be having any hidden thoughts, his hand still holding onto yours as he held the ring that was too large for your finger from falling down.

So being the child he was, who always couldn’t fathom the thought of letting you leave his side and was equally eager to let the world know he wasn’t leaving yours, it did not surprise you at all when you were tidying up your drawers one day to find a velvet box tugged all the way back into his sock drawer.

You had a feeling it was exactly what you thought it was, and you laughed at the image of him trying to find somewhere to hide it in the house while you were not around.

Of course, leave it up to Miya Atsumu to hide a ring at the back of his sock drawer because he thought it was the one place you wouldn’t look into unless you were left with no choice.

You giggled to yourself and closed the drawer, letting the box stayed right where it was.

You weren’t looking. You wanted to, but you weren’t. Because you knew he would whine to no end if you didn’t look as surprised as he wanted you to be when he finally showed it to you for real.

He still had no clue that you already knew it was coming when he got down on one knee and took the box out of his pocket with shaky hands. He cried when you said yes and you cried when he started crying, even though you had already rehearsed in your head for a million times on how you would say yes ever since you saw the velvet box inside of his sock drawer. 

He was still sobbing when he realised he needed to get up from the ground, wiping his tears away on the sleeve of his very expensive blazer before clumsily taking the ring out of the box to put it on your finger. Miya Atsumu was an ugly crier through and through and you finally admitted to yourself that you were a whipped fool when you still wanted to kiss his stupid face even though his eyes were swollen and he missed your finger a few times before finally getting the ring in.

“Now we match,” he said with a hiccup, laughing but sounding like he was about to break down into another round of tears as soon as the chuckle left his mouth, “you can’t make fun of my rings anymore.”

He was so dumb, and you felt like crying again when he took out an identical ring from his pocket and put it on his own hand. Who the hell does that? You wanted to laugh at him but you couldn’t, because you knew you would start sobbing again if you do that.

“You’re an idiot,” you said, grabbing his hand to steady him because he was shaking and you were sure he might just drop the ring if he kept fidgeting.

He sniffled, grinning ear to ear through his tears when he saw the ring that sat on your finger.

“So?” he said, happily holding your hand in his to look at how perfectly it fits, the rings and your hands, “You can’t get rid of me now, I got the ring to prove it.”

You huffed, but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling when he rubbed his fingers along his engagement ring like he was making sure that it was still there.

You decided that it would be your favourite ring of his until you get to put the wedding band onto his finger yourself.

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A 7th Member?

(G)-Idle 7th Member AU

Pre-Debut Era

Soyeon is told she has to include another member to (G)-Idle and she is not thrilled

“IRIS WHERE ARE YOU?” Soyeon yelled as she ran through the halls of Cube Entertainment. Soyeon had been preparing for the debut of Cube’s next girl group, one that she was the Leader of, and she was stressed out as it was. It didn’t help when their managers criticized her every move!

Soyeon went into Iris’s practice room and saw her finishing the lyrics to a new song. Soyeon and Iris were the song writing duo for (G)-Idle and they had began the process of writing their debut single over 2 months ago.

“Iris, can you not hear me when I call you?”

“Sorry babe, I must have been listening to music when you called. It’s not a big deal!”

“Well, maybe you just need to be more self aware!”

With that quip, Iris turned around and stared at Soyeon. She was used to Soyeon like this. She had once seen her through a notebook at a squirrel for getting to close to her. 

“Go sit in the corner.”

“I don’t need to sit in the corner! I need to talk to someone about this that still has their brain put together!”

Iris looked at the paper Soyeon was holding and held out her hand. Soyeon reluctantly handed it to her. Iris took it and gestured to the corner, “You need to calm down. Go sit there until I’m done reading this.”

Soyeon huffed, but went over and sat in Iris’s “play corner.” Since Iris hated holding still, she had a million fidget toys, as well as stuffed animals, a pillow, and blankets, Just in case she ever spent the night here. Soyeon grabbed a pillow and started screaming into it, causing Iris to be extremely concerned about her bandmate.

Iris shook her head and looked at the note Soyeon had handed her. It Read:

Dear Jeon Soyeon,

We have noticed you have been appointed the Leader of (G)-Idle. While that is a good choice, we do not believe (G)-Idle is a strong group the way it is now. Minnie and Yuqi can carry the vocals, but Soojin, Shuhua, Iris, and yourself are not fit to take more challenging parts. Therefore, we have taken the initiative to add a 7th member to your group. Her name is Choi Miyeon, she will be taking the role of Main Vocalist and there will be no discussion over this.

Iris sighed and got why Soyeon was so frustrated. The girls had been preparing for almost 3 months now and adding a new member would throw of the dynamics of the group. Also, Miyeon had joined the company less than a year ago and since there wasn’t a real discussion about who would be debuting, the members rarely talked with other trainees. No one knew who she was or what kind of person she would be. 

On a brighter side, she had a reputation of being an amazing vocalist. Their executives and managers thought she was good enough for a Main Vocalist position, which easily shows her talent. Hopefully, she would fit in with the other members, otherwise this would never work out.

Iris looked at Soyeon, who still had her head in the pillow. Iris started laughing, causing Soyeon to glare up at her. 

“What is so funny? Because I can assure you, there is nothing funny about bringing another person in our group less than a month before our debut!”

“I’m laughing at you. You’re reaction made me think they were disbanding us before we even debuted! The fact that we are not disbanding and that I was worried over nothing is amusing to me, although it doesn’t seem to be to you.”

Soyeon went quiet for a moment, “Did I really make you think we were disbanding?”

“Yep.”

Iris smiled at her. It was moments like this where Soyeon didn’t show her tough, edgy side and let down her walls. Iris knew the concerns she had about bringing in another members, she had them too! 

“Look Soyeon. As Gidle’s unofficial leader,”

“I’m Gidle’s official leader.”

“Yes, And I’m there unofficial leader. Now as I was saying! As Gidle’s unofficial leader, I will meet Miyeon first, show her our debut song, and distribute out the parts. Since I always make the best first impression, I should obviously be the one meeting her first!”

“You never make a good first impression!”

“It’s rude to interrupt people!” Iris said, looking at Soyeon who was glaring back. But at least she stopped talking. “I will work with the girls and re-group the dance to fit 7 instead of 6.”

“And what if you think she won’t work well with us?”

“Then I’ll tell the company, they may force us to debut as 7, push back our debut date, or maybe they’ll just accept us as 6. But let’s not burn any bridges before we get to them!”

“You’re not using that right.”

“I’m using it the way I want to.”

Soyeon sighed, but knew that in situations like these, Iris handled it better. She knew how to talk with everyone and get them on her side. She was the reason Shuhua and Yuqi were in the debut line up and the reason Soojin was the Main Dancer! She had a way with words that few others did.

“What’s the worse case scenario? If Miyeon actually joins Gidle?”

Iris shrugged, “Miyeon is forced to join our group, we hate her, she hates us, which leads to people noticing, and we have an early disbandment.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“We get told we can’t debut and they disband us, or they push back our debut date until the 4 of us become better singers.”

Soyeon nodded, “I can work with the second one. You test the waters with Miyeon and I’ll redo the choreography.”

“With Soojin?”

“Yes, With Soojin.”

“Great! I’ll re-arrange Latata to fit her in and I’ll meet her tomorrow!”

Soyeon nodded. She knew this would either be the worst thing or the best thing for Gidle. But either way, nothing would be the same again.

Pt.2

[expired-monster-craft-smp]

Vibes Dream SMP members give off (in my opinion)

Dream

Barked at people in high school ironically but it became unironic real quick

Can’t cook very well but is good with a knife, especially at a fast pace

One of those kids who either purposely spells the first word wrong in a spelling bee to just be done with it right away or tries the hardest and manages to win (there is no inbetween for this heathen)

Bites ice cream with his teeth

Has snorted pixie stix far too many times and sneezed blue after each time

Eats bananas with the peels

Wears mismatched socks

Has taken a bite out of a pool noodle because he liked the texture and impulsively bit it (ADHD things✨😌)

Walks around looking extremely high but he’s just spacin out and stuck in his head

Dreams (lmao) in Minecraft and video games in general

Will flirt with anything that moves but has no idea how to respond to compliments

Makes fun of himself first before anyone else can

Has eaten an orange peel and it wasn’t that bad in his humble opinion

Wears khaki shorts

Eats the wax part of the baby bell cheese

Doesn’t actually know what genre his music taste is cause he vibes to everything

Georgenotfound

Picks at the skin on his lip when it’s dry so it bleeds and he tries not to give in by licking his lips often enough to the point where it became a habit

Wears velcro shoes because he doesn’t feel like tying them (he knows how, he just doesn’t wanna do it)

Eats peanut butter straight from the jar

Makes that disgusting “ants on a log” thing (celery stick filled with peanut butter topped with a row of raisins)

Can’t drink milk plain, it’s gotta have some sort of flavour

Can draw a perfect straight line but his circles look Terrible

Eats cheez-its like cereal without milk

Loves making little noises so much like he walks around his house doin chores and he’s just goin “memememenownownwnkwkshskshkshskhs”

Hates wearing socks

Coloured his tongue with highlighters because they’re non-toxic

Constantly tapping his feet and hands to a song/beat playing in his head

I can’t imagine this man using a bike of any sort, so Imma say he doesn’t know how

Can’t be licked by dogs because he’s used to being licked by his cat so it makes him uncomfortable

Can actually sing pretty well but gets real nervous in front of people so he fucks it up

Sapnap

No idea how to cook anything other than Mac and cheese please help this man

Meows at cats because he wants to confuse them and laughs Way too hard when he does (his laugh is like sunshine so I’ll allow it)

Would be fantastic at braiding hair Idk why

Gives the BEST fuckin hugs EVER

When singing, he makes noises for the instrumental parts too

Wanted to play the drums at one point

Really likes pit bulls but he’s more of a cat person so he loves them from afar

Only vaguely knows how to shave his face properly without hurting himself

Opportunities for him come up out of pure luck but mans is skilled for them so it works out well almost Always

Used to or currently has a skateboard and isn’t too bad

ALWAYS has bruises appearing everywhere for no reason, he doesn’t even know where 90% of them are from

Calls his friends twinks to jokingly bully them and gets away with it because he himself is not a twink

Gets sudden bursts of energy in the middle of the night and just shimmies around a bit to try and deal with it

Favours spearmint over peppermint

Arsonist

Banned from three (3) Dave & Busters in Texas

Badboyhalo

Washes his hands after doing literally anything

Likes the bird exhibits at the zoo (specifically the penguins)

Very good at cooking, best at soups and stews

If he painted his nails they would definitely be a baby blue

Overthinks very simple things and it makes him look less smart than he actually is

Drinks tap water

Probably prefers whiskey over beer

Knows how to tap dance a bit

Surprisingly good at taking and handling shots

Steady hands

Adds extra chocolate to hot chocolate

Plays sudoku and is really really good at it (only uses pen when he plays)

Everytime he sees a Himalayan salt lamp he NEEDS to lick it despite knowing it’s very salty and he’ll pull a face afterwards

Not great at Rock Paper Scissors

Wears sunglasses inside for no reason at all, he just,,,Does

Still has a stuffed animal from childhood perched on his bed

Probably tried his hand at archery

Tommyinnit

He has no idea how to use a baby voice on children or animals, so he just talks to them normally

Wears socks to bed

His fingers are double jointed

Always starts twitching if he stays still for too long because he’s gotta move around

His shoes and have different laces and it bothers everyone but himself

Doodles on himself in class when he’s bored or not paying attention

Has really good hearing, both with pitch and volume

Can’t eat tomato’s by themselves, it’s either gotta be in sauce form or with something else

FUCKING LOVES STRING CHEESE

Terrible handwriting

Favourite part of a slice of bread is the crust

Wants to paint his nails black to be cool and edgy but his hands are far from steady and he has no clue how to paint nails

Pretty affectionate with close friends (like Tubbo and Wilbur) off stream/camera

He likes pears for some reason

Wilbur Soot

Is constantly having to decide between leaving his hair as is or shaving all of it off

He also thinks about adding some colour but never actually does

Most tea is gross to him

Everytime he puts a breath mint thats circular in his mouth, he pretends it’s a pill and he’s taking drugs because he thinks that’s funny

He does that vacant state as a joke but that really what he looks like when he’s spacing out

Likes to aggressively flirt with his male friends but if his female friends flirt with him, he gets a bit flustered

Has probably accidentally swallowed a guitar pick

Once drank two entire jars of pickle juice

Bonks his head on anything and everything

He has broken a pair of glasses by walking face first into a pole outside

Thinks kinetic sand is fun

Has passionate arguments with others about trivial and random topics like chicken feet

Can open a beer bottle with his teeth

Would accidentally pop and swallow a bracket if he had braces

Tubbo

Hates sharp cheddar cheese

Everytime he learns a new word it’s in every sentence he says for the next week or so

Ate candle wax for a dare once

Doesn’t know how to tie a tie and will probably never learn

Wanted to do ballet at one point but decided not to

He has eaten multiple flowers for absolutely no reason other than wanting to know how they taste

Starts vibrating if he’s too excited

Used to bite his nails

ABSOLUTELY DESPISES MUSTARD

Has eaten paper and says it doesn’t taste that bad

Enjoys telling his friends how much they mean to him (this has resulted in Tommy and Wilbur crying on a few seperate occasions)

Spaces out a lot and doesn’t often pay attention to his surroundings

Gets lost inside of Best Buy’s

Likes s’mores but doesn’t properly understand how to make them

Technoblade

Learned to cook purely out of spite and found it’s actually pretty fun

Constantly getting smacked in the face by trees when walking outside

Really likes apple pie

Everytime he looks at potatoes he thinks of all the hours he spent trying to win the potato war

Starts things as a joke and gets too into it

Doesn’t like the taste of most energy drinks

Has rubbed salt and lemon juice into an open wound to just,,see how it felt (he did it once and Hated it but did it again because he forgot what it felt like)

Sometimes hates how quiet he is because everyone he knows is loud and talks over him

Despite how he is portrayed in the Dream SMP, he is extremely loyal to his friends and would kill for them

Over seasons his food because he can’t taste it otherwise

Really good balance

Doesn’t like to wear bright colours, but still enjoys wearing colours

Good at knitting

Quackity

Actually fairly quiet when off camera

Will accidentally use Spanish grammar while speaking English sometimes

Country music confuses him

Doesn’t really like kids but they really like him

Can’t dance

Hardest drugs he’s ever done is second hand smoke from a cigarette and children’s Tylenol

His favourite jolly ranchers are the red and blue ones

He uses lighters as fidget toys basically

Will have a breakdown, take a bubble bath, and call himself the self care king

Dehydrated

Wants a pet rat but he already has a cat and doesn’t wanna risk anything

Constantly questions why his main source of income is playing Minecraft with two 16 year olds

Karl Jacobs

Probably ate a spider once

Would wear those socks that are like gloves for you feet where it separates all the toes

Eats ravioli straight from the can, cold

Can answer an incredibly complex math equation fairly easily but will stumble over 12x11

Loves kids so much and speaks to them in a soft voice

Tried making ramen in a coffee pot and broke it

Drinks 2 monster energy drinks a day on average

Likes to open walnuts with his teeth but doesn’t actually eat them

The embodiment of that one John Maulany joke where he says you could spill soup in his lap and HE’D apologize to YOU

Loves physical affection so so much!!!!

If he moves his wrists in a certain way, they pop Really Loudly

Fantastic at making cookies

Fundy

Lowkey actually a furry but more on like, a cat boy level than fursuit level

Drives a Honda Civic

Likes ABBA

Adds parsley to almost anything he makes food-wise

Loves garlic bread so much, he’d commit a federal crime for it

Middle child vibes

Decent at skiing

Good at singing but isn’t terribly confident

Seems responsible at first glance but in reality he’s pretty chaotic and childish

Bad at spelling

Always cuts his nails way too short so they always feel weird/hurt

Likes bracelets and rings

Thinks pastel colours slap

JSchlatt

Despite the character he plays, he’s actually really sweet

He’s genuinely that cryptic off camera as he is on camera

Can cook but chooses not to most of the time

Would probably say “what pussy size you wear” to anyone who asks him to buy pads

Not actually as intimidating as he appears to be

Lowkey would fight a child

Shuts down when someone compliments him, often using aggression as a front because holy shit they just called him handsome and kind what the Fuck-

Jokingly says his license is suspended but in all actuality he never got his license in the first place

He has two (2) extra teeth but they don’t need to be removed so he kept them

Has a stick n poke of a stickman on his ankle he got in high school

Likes physics

This is already very long, and I still plan on adding more.