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[study-diaries]

Best Time Management Techniques I've Used. (Academics + Extracurriculars)

Managing your time for energy and extracurricular activities can be challenging, especially when everything you do is overwhelming, requires your attention, and has deadlines that are too close to each other.

These are some of my best time management techniques that I have personally used, the ones that have changed my life and can possibly change yours too.

There's a free template at the end of the post too! Be sure to check it out :)

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Question Your Time

If you take a look at your day, you might think that you're doing too much (or nothing at all). That is because you have no idea what you're actually doing and how you're spending your free time, which leads to precious time being wasted.

How It Works:

Take a look at your normal day. Ask the following questions and more. Ask as many questions as possible on your time spent:

What am I actually doing every day?

What is an activity that I do almost every day for more than an hour that is actually unnecessary? [Likely social media]

Do I study for at least 2 hours?

Am I finishing up on my projects and deadlines?

Does my calendar really reflect my current goals?

Time Grouping & Blocking

Time grouping is basically when you group similar tasks together. If you have Maths and Science homework, each around 40-45 mins, you don't do them together in different sessions.

Many make the mistake of spacing out their study and homework sessions. It takes more time in the long run, and sometimes you can't actually get anything done. So, group your time!

How It Works:

You must assign a time slot for the task, and you don't do anything else during that time. You block everything else and focus on one thing.

Golden Hour = Morning

This is an advice that I ignored for most of my high school life. Why? Because I believed that mornings were meant for sleeping in and that I'd be too tired. That was a negative belief.

How It Works:

You get up in the morning and your brain is active and flowing with creative energy. This only occurs when actually have a full 8 hours of sleep, by the way. If you sleep at 1 am and try to get up at 6? That is not going to be possible. Literally.

No Routine = Just Work

Most people hate mornings because they have this perception that mornings must have a load of steps and routines. Throughout senior year, I had only three tasks in the morning,

Get Up

Drink coffee

Read The Quran

Hit The Books

If you compare my routine with some of my friends? Unnecessary steps that bog you down. I know some people who do a full 10-step skin care in the morning, dress up, eat, and by the time they get to work or sit down to study? They're drained.

It's not exactly wrong to dress up and eat, etc. But my point is, you can at least get 1 hour of work done before doing anything else. Your focus is laser sharp when you get up. So, use it.

Take your four main tasks and don't add anything else. And follow them.

Eat The Frog

“If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And if it’s your job to eat two frogs, eat the biggest one first.”

In simple words? Face your hardest, most important task first, before you get distracted with any other thing.

Honestly, I've heard many say that sometimes it gets overwhelming to do a huge task first thing in the morning and complete it. You feel drained the entire day, and I actually agree, it does. So, here's a simpler way.

Divide Your Work Into 4 Stages:

Outline : Draw a basic overview. What should be done? How will I get it done? Basic steps I need to follow? When is the deadline?

Research : Collect basic information to do the task. That includes articles, journals or just notes.

Draft : This is your prototype. You draft your work into the refining stage.

Final : You keep refining it until you are at the final project. This is the stage where you add the small details.

This flow makes you feel less overwhelmed and gives you more clarity to actually sit down and work.

One In Advance Rule

Look, it's really easy. Your assignment is due in two weeks? Complete it by next week. Project due in one month. Complete it a week in advance.

This is necessary because, when you start early, you finish it earlier than others so you can actually focus on some studying rather than wasting your time managing assignments and tests.

You'll actually notice the difference in your stress levels when everything doesn't pile up.

The trick is to complete everything before one week of the deadline.

Hour Sprints: 1-4 Hours Break Sprints = Work Hours ÷ 2

Hour sprints basically refer to doing your day's work in around 1-3 hours. And honestly, I didn't think this would work but it does. You might have to be patient and slowly increase your time to avoid burnout.

There were times when I worked straight for around 5-6 hours after I had increased my work time, pushing little by little every day. The burnout doesn't last long but the fruits of this method are really worth it.

Breaks are really necessary. I advise you to not allot a certain time limit for the break. Rather take a break when you actually feel tired. If you've worked for 2 hours straight, then you deserve an hour of rest. If you worked for just 30 mins and you feel tired, take 15 mins as your break.

Divide your work time by half and that is your break time.

Energy Mapping

Observe your past three days and find out when your energy is high, medium and low. Based on this, align your tasks according to your energy flows.

High Energy = Deep Work Like Intensive Studying And Creative Projects

Medium Energy = Outlining Your Projects, Skimming Notes, Active Recall

Low Energy = Passive Study & Chores

This is based on my own energy mapping.

How It Works:

Track Yourself for 3 Days

Every 2–3 hours, jot down:

What you were doing

Your energy level ( 1–5)

Your mood (😊😐😣)

Now, figure out yours.

Rule Of Three = Daily, Weekly, Monthly

See, the thing about extra curriculars is that you have to handle academics and family commitments at the side too. So, here's the rule of three:

You choose three tasks/goals for the day, week and month. And you focus on that alone. Only that. Nothing else.

How To Figure Out Those Goals?

Monthly:

What is the top three priority goals/tasks this month?

Pick Three And Break It Down Into Weekly Goals.

Weekly:

What is the top three priorities this week to achieve my monthly goals/tasks ?

Pick Three And Break It Down Into Daily Goals.

Daily:

What are the three actionable steps that I must do everyday to achieve my weekly & monthly goals/tasks?

Pick Three And Follow.

Non-Negotiable Rules For Managing Calendar:

Here are some rules that you can not break when you're planning your calendar:

If it's not on your calendar. It does not exist.

Add your class timings first

Study time should be scheduled daily

Enter extracurricular activities/deadlines as soon as you know

At least a 20 min gap between two things is non-negotiable

Every day must have at least 1 hour of "Me Time"

No more than 3 extra curriculars

Plan every Sunday. Tweak it every day

Get Your Free Template

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Additional Posts That Might Help:

How To Self Study

How To Study Concept-Oriented Subjects

How To Study For Longer Hours

An Absolute Guide To Manage Your Time And Energy For School

How To Better Your Overall High School Experience From A Recently Passed Out Student

How To Study Multiple Subjects

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Ebook:

How To Self Study [Ultimate Productivity Guide] + Exercises. => Get It On -- Ko-fi

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I hope this helps!

[zujime]

Hello, i really like your writing, I always check for updates! If possibile may I ask for detailed oral headcanons giving and receiving for Bruno, Josuke, Giorno and Abbacchio? Thanks in advance ♡

─── bruno b. + josuke h. + giorno g. + leone a.

cw. aged up, oral (m / f receiving), drool play, cum swapping, cum eating, slight marking/bruising, makeup messing, light overstim, slight dumbification, eye contact, hand holding, faint biting

note. REALLY?? OMG TYSM i try to post as many works as i can but my brain doesn’t wanna work sometimes 🙎🏽‍♀️ also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG college is no joke and uh… i got a little carried away💀💀 but it’s here now!! literally if you have anything else you wanna request or a lil question, etc. DO NOT HESITATE to send it in my inbox 🤭 okok bye bye🥰

(i was tempted to put ass eating in here but the demons told me no...)

bruno prefers giving over anything. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you’re going down on him—hell, he loves how easy it is for you to shut his brain off with a simple kitten lick, but he just loves being able to make you writhe with nothing but the flick of his wrist.

he especially likes it when either of you have come home after a long day. the second you sit down on the couch or edge of the bed, his hands gingerly rub at one of your thighs before he gets on his knees and slots himself between your legs.

if you have on pants, he’s already peeled them off of you. skirt or dress? he’s hiked it up to your waistline. either way, both end up with him nipping at you through your underwear teasing you briefly with his teeth and tongue before dipping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties and sliding the article of clothing off, kissing at the warm skin of your thigh that’d been closest to your core.

he’d utter sweet phrases like “missed you, amore mio” that were accompanied by a firm yet delicate squeeze from his hand as he inched closer to your center with each kiss. oh, how he loves being between your legs—being able to stare as you oozed arousal. unless he’s exhausted, he always glances up at your eyes with his mesmerizing blue ones before he allows himself to get lost in all that is you.

the tip of his nose rubbing up against your sensitive nub as he relished in your core like a man starved, mindlessly mumbling praises into you with occasional whimpers that were almost drowned out by the sound of squelching his mouth made as he ravaged you. his once soft fingers now leave pretty wine-colored imprints on the expanse of your thighs and ass whilst he held your squirming body still.

“hah, f-fuuck—bruno, please!” you whine, brain nearly nothing but mush with how his skilled tongue never seemed to leave any part of your petal-smooth walls untouched. you feel the tremors of his voice before you hear him—even so, you’re too far gone to have comprehended him.

large, slender yet indelicate hands urge you closer and closer into him till he was virtually engulfed in you; the intoxicatingly sweet scent of you that left him ensnared, and the honeyed nectar that oozed from your molten hot center and mingled with his desperate slobber.

it’s not long before your stomach quivers from the knot that grows tighter and tighter with each enthusiast lick. your unsteady fingers find themselves raking through his messy raven locks as your thighs that surround his shoulders threaten to shut.

then the pressure that was trapped in your lower abdomen, snapped—flowing through your body like the waves of an ocean with each overwhelming spasm. your mind dizzy and mouth left agape as silent cries erupt from you.

finally, bruno latches off your aching cunt and gazes at you with glossed over eyes. “i’m sorry, mia amata,” he chuckles as plants a few quick soft pecks on your thighs, taking in your worn out expression. “i must’ve gotten carried away.”

he tends to get lost in the taste of you—not even worrying about whether you've come or not. you could be on your fifth orgasm and he’d still be lapping at your cunt as if he’s still trying to get your first orgasm.

though there are some instances where he’s receiving head from you, typically it’s during quickies, when he’s had a long day, or when you’re kind of taking charge in the bedroom.

he’s sprawled out on the bed, pants already thrown elsewhere in the room whilst his shirt followed leaving him in the bittersweet strain his boxers gave him. his cock twitched under the fabric as you licked a taunting stripe along its clothed underside, earning an almost impatient sigh from the man. one of your hands rested along the waistband of his briefs as your other trailed up his body—thumbing at his side before flicking and rubbing at his exposed nipple.

he loved yet hated this—he hated how much you tease him and make him wait, yet he loved how easily you could get him to be putty in your hands. it’s not long before you tug his underwear off, letting his aching cock spring free and throb with each bead of pre-cum that dribbles from the tip.

his abdomen quivers as he sucks in an unsteady breath when you lick up the mess that dripped down to the base, soon enveloping his tip in the fleshy warmness of your mouth—cheeks hollowed as you focus on it, enjoying the breathy groans that slipped from his damp lips and the heavy lidded look he peered at you with. it’s not long before you take him further into your mouth, causing his groans to shift to a stream of swears in his native tongue.

each breath shorter than the last—shallow, choppy gasps that rapidly shifted to hissed out groans every time the head of his cock kissed the back of your throat.

his hands struggling to stay in their respective places, at his sides because you begged so sweetly. you slither a hand along his stomach and to his chest, occasionally rubbing and flicking at the nub whilst your other hand gently massaged his balls.

bruno throws his head back as his body tenses and shudders at the stimulation—your throat? fuuck, and your hands? at this point, he thinks he’s done for—his hands grip at the sheets till the skin on his knuckles whiten, a string of whimpery moans fall from the man’s kiss bitten lips.

cries of the endearing pet names he’d given you followed by a cacophony of swears and quivering sobs of “gonna cum—mngh hah! ‘m close!” involuntarily, his hips buck, making you gag a bit as the tip of his cock met with your throat at a hurried pace.

his skin was fiery hot as his belly convulsed as he teetered closer to the edge, his hands in constant limbo as they yearned to push down on your head yet want to remain in their positions.

though his mind goes blank and his body stills as he spills his load into your mouth, a cry of ecstasy erupts from deep within him as his legs tremble with each encouraging squeeze you give his balls, blue eyes sealed shut as he emptied himself in your throat.

i also think josuke is the type of guy that loves giving BUT, he really really loves receiving more than anything.

mainly because he think you just look so fucking pretty with his cock in your mouth; how you gaze up at him with glassy eyes when the tip hits the back of your throat a few times, how messy you look when drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and how pitifully pretty you look when he shoots his load down your throat.

it only gets worse when you’ve either got on a full face of makeup or you’re in the process of putting it on. maybe you two have a dinner reservation or a simple night out with friends? whatever the case, the minute he sees you the two of you are either late or stuck at home—aka, mascara running as your eyes watered from gagging and lipgloss smeared all over the left side of your face and all over his cock.

the view was just so pretty from up here, especially after he adds the much needed finishing touch to your makeup, making sure it gives your skin that nice dewy finish before he’s gingerly laying you on the comforter so he can get his share too.

he runs a thumb along the corner of your lips, intently ruining your hard work. “wha— josuke, what are yo—!” you huff before you're interrupted by a low voice that’d been brought down to a whisper despite it just being the two of you.

“i think you look pretty like this, babe.” his lips warm and wet as they leave a trail of small hickeys along the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “we don’t have time for this, josuke. we gotta be at the place in twen—“

“but,” he interrupts once more, pausing to peer up at you through the bathroom mirror as he continues. “i think you’d look prettier with my dick in your mouth.” he whispers in your ear, tone sultry whilst his eyes remain stuck on yours—silently pleading as his hands squeezed needily at your waist.

doesn’t take much to get you on your knees with your hands ghosting themselves along the belt and button that kept his painfully swollen shaft tucked away. the metal of the buckle clinks as it clashes with the tile floor, you slip a hand under his shirt only to tenderly rub at his abdomen, hand threatening to dip below his slacks.

your lips litter the fabric around the zipper with lipgloss before you catch the metal zip between your teeth, sliding it agonizingly slow while gazing into his bluish-purple hues.

his pants and underwear fall as quickly as he put them on this morning. his now slick with precum that seemed to leak ceaselessly from his tip that’d been a fierce sanguine color as it throbbed with each feathery light kiss you placed upon it—dragging out a myriad of low groans and shivering inhales.

he rests a hand on your cheek all while you take him in your mouth, lipgloss leaving a sticky trail along his cock each time you slipped him out of warmness behind your lips.

he always ends up shooting blanks almost right after a couple of minutes. if he isn’t pulling out and spilling his spend on your face whilst admiring the new look, he’s begging you not to swallow his cum.

mumbling things like “wanna taste it on your lips” or “tastes so much sweeter from you” while pulling you up from on your knees just to sloppily slide his tongue in your mouth, making a sticky mess of cum and spit dribble from both your lips.

when he’s giving you head, it can vary. sometimes it’s after he’s cum in you after a quickie or just a normal night. he’s the type of guy to be like “i kiss you after you suck me off, why would it matter” but says “can’t leave you all dirty now, can i?” instead.

other times he’d be shamelessly between your legs while you were on the phone with someone—he apologizes profusely later but bro has needs and he gets a kick outta hearing how you struggle to bite back a few mewls from spilling out, or when you’re about to go somewhere and you’re waiting for a friend to pick you up.

you almost forgot where you were when he pulled out and started lapped away at your pretty pussy, mumbling sweet praises and a faint ‘gotta clean you up’  in his wake whilst his fingers practically dug into the skin of you plush thighs to hold you in place. he was sloppy, but good.

had your dress not been hiked up your thigh it’d be just like his shirt—the shirt that had been drenched in your juices and some splotches of his spend, sure, but it was mainly his slob that oozed from his bottom lip in fervor with each whimper he emitted as his cock twitched.

your thighs quivered around his broad shoulders as you neared another high—your tummy tensed with each silky sweep, gasps uneven yet punctuated before you silently scream and convulse. and he almost continues, that is until the doorbell rings.

“sh-shit! Josuke, I gotta go.” you gasp frantically, breath labored as you glance at him—wiping the blend of liquids from his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. your legs almost give out as you go over to give him a quick kiss and a ‘love you’ before heading off.

i think leone would honestly be content either.

maybe he likes pleasing you and making you feel like nothing but putty in his hands, while he might also have days where he just wants to fuck till you’re nothing but dumb on his dick.

i think when he just wants to bask in you—days where he just wants to take his time with you; lazy days, maybe even special occasions, etc. at times like this, he thinks about your pleasure yes, but he’s more focused on drinking in all of you—no wall or crevice will remain untouched.

he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal, slow yet thorough. and he loves hearing you whine for more, for him to pick up the pace, anything! but he just peers up at you with heavy lids, giving your clit a quick pinch and then a loving lick before closing his eyes and resuming his mind-numbingly slow pace. eating you out is like an art form to him…

your back arches from off the soft comforter as you squirm, tears welling in your waterline at his tortuous pace. “leone, please–!” you mewl only for your plea to fall upon deaf ears as his eyes remain blissfully shut whilst his kneading at your thigh and hip never cease, as for his slow attacks on your slick center—they remained the same.

you let out a pitiful wail that veered into a choppy sigh. it’s not long before he picks up the pace only by a bit, groaning into your dewy paradise that gushed the very nectar that left him yearning for more.

on other days though, he might wanna whore you out—slap the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue, watch you drink his drool before finally pushing his cock to the back of your throat. choked out chuckles of ‘such a good slut for me’ and ‘so pretty with my dick in your mouth’ as he face fucks you.

his hands either resting on the sides of your face or wrapped comfortably around your neck, no in between. typically he wraps his hands around your neck just to feel the print his dick leave when you take him down to the hilt. 

his thumb rubs at your cheek as a stray tear falls from your eye. he takes his cock out of your mouth before tapping at your bottom lip with his pointer. “be a good girl and open up for me.” he sighs, smirking as part your kiss swollen lips for him, making sure your tongue is out.

it’s not long before he slaps the wet muscle with his fat, aching tip as he emits a faint gasp at the feeling only to stop and pull your face closer to his, as saliva dripped from his tongue and onto yours. uttering a ‘swallow’ before easing his cock back into your mouth after you’d open it again.

giorno look like he stares.. okay wait hear me out.

i think giorno is very tender when he’s both giving and receiving head, but i also think he likes being able to look into your eyes when it’s happening. it just does something for him.

i think that and MAYBE a bit of hand holding because he likes when you start squeezing his hand when you feel good or are close.

not only does that warm his heart but it also kinda shows him that he’s doing a good job. at least that’s what he thinks when he’s eating you out, you on the other hand…

he has literally dumbed you down. when he asks you something or mumbles something you can’t even comprehend it, let alone form thoughts in general.

he’d fluctuate between a slow and a fast pace because he doesn’t want you to cum too quick but he also kinda wants you to and so while he’s doing that, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open even by a bit.

and everytime your eyes fall shut, he gives you thigh a quick little nibble to get you back on track, hopefully.

you’re nothing but a babbling mess under his sharp yet adoring gaze. your mouth yearns to say anything other than swears but your mind is merely a puddle in that head of yours all thanks to your boyfriend.

one of his hands intertwined gingerly with yours as he sucked and lapped at your dripping pussy longingly—as if your juices were his only source of hydration. your lids threaten to shut from the immense pleasure, grip on his hand tightening as your abdomen tingled.

your eyes shut and just when you’re about to cum, he pulls away and bites at your thigh, which get a dejected whine from you.

when he’s on the receiving end, he wants to go slow cause just looking at your eyes almost makes him cum, but he just wants to see you but your mouth is so warm—ripping pathetic noises from him, ranging from uneven breaths to whimpers and whines. 

his hand tightly enveloping yours as you suck at his tip before taking his cock all the way to the hilt, making his abdomen shudder and tense at the sensation whilst his mouth hung wide open yet all that came out were silent sobs.

his golden locks were now in disarray and intermingled with sweat as his stomach quivered each time you took him to the base. pre cum practically pooling in your mouth as his breathing became more ragged.

though despite his eyes being on the verge of closure, his sights were forever trained on you and how pretty your swollen lips looked around his aching cock. swears slipping from his tongue in a melody that left your core warm with fiery arousal. his chest rising and falling with each quickened breath as his hips began to involuntarily buck as he neared his climax.

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[bluelavendre]

Title: Not just for the cats, but for us.

Pjm x reader Fluff

Highschool AU

I love cats n dogs but when i see jimin i just think about cats. -bluelle ------------------------------------------------------------------

Her fingers danced gracefully across the piano keys, coaxing a melody so pure and enchanting that it seemed to breathe life into the stillness of the room. The familiar strains of Für Elise flowed effortlessly from her hands, each note brimming with emotion, weaving a story only she could tell. The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over her figure as she sat poised, her back straight yet relaxed, her head gently tilting with the rise and fall of the music.

From my vantage point by the door, hidden just enough to remain unseen, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her face was serene, her expression a delicate blend of focus and passion, as though the music was not merely played but pulled from her very soul. The faintest smile tugged at her lips, betraying a secret joy she seemed to share with the keys alone.

I leaned quietly against the doorframe, afraid to step closer, lest I break the spell she had cast on the room—and on me. My heart raced, not from nervousness, but from the sheer beauty of the moment. Each note she played wrapped around me, drawing me into her world, a world I longed to be a part of.

The air between us felt electric, though she had no idea I was there. I admired her from the shadows, captivated by the way her slender fingers moved with such precision, her every gesture exuding elegance. The faint scent of the polished wood piano mixed with the aroma of lavender from the room, grounding me in a moment that felt like a dream.

She was art in motion, and I, the silent observer, could do nothing but stand there, mesmerized, wishing the music—and this fleeting, perfect moment—would never end.

“Yah! Jimin-shi, what are you doing over there?” Umji’s voice broke through my thoughts, snapping me out of the quiet reverie I had sunk into while watching her play the piano. My heart jumped, and without thinking, I clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her instantly.

“Keep it down, Umji!” I hissed, glancing nervously toward the piano room to see if anyone had noticed the commotion.

Her eyes narrowed at me, and I could tell she was about to let me have it once I removed my hand. “Ah… you creep! Why would you—” But before she could finish her protest, another voice rang out, interrupting us both.

“Jimin-ah! Umji-ah! You lovebirds need to get a room or something—you’re literally in school!”

It was Luna, striding down the hall with her usual flair, a teasing grin plastered across her face. And beside her... there she was. Y/n.

“Luna, stop it. Leave them alone,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at her friend before turning to us. Her voice was calm, but there was a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she found the situation mildly amusing. “Sorry about her. She’s just a bit much sometimes.”

I was frozen, my brain scrambling to form a coherent response. “I—I, uh… it’s fine. Hehe,” I managed, though my voice cracked awkwardly on the last word. My cheeks burned as I felt my face flush red.

Beside me, Umji elbowed me sharply in the ribs, her way of saying pull yourself together. I shot her a look, but before I could say anything else, Y/n spoke again.

“We should get going. Bye, Jimin-shi, Umji!” She waved lightly, her smile warm and effortless, before walking off with Luna.

I stood there for a moment, staring after her retreating figure, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

“You’re so awkward, dude,” Umji muttered, shaking her head as we started walking toward our next class.

“Whatever,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. I could still feel the heat in my cheeks, and the ghost of Y/n’s smile lingered in my mind.

As we walked, I glanced at Umji, who was humming a random tune. She had been my best friend since elementary school, always there to back me up—or call me out. And, as annoying as she could be sometimes, I wouldn’t trade her for anyone.

But no matter how much I tried to focus on the next class or Umji’s chatter, my thoughts kept drifting back to that room, to her hands on the piano, and to the way she smiled at me, even if it was just for a moment.

Y/n was the top of the class—a title she carried effortlessly, like it was second nature. She wasn’t just academically brilliant; she had an artistry about her that captivated everyone who got to know her. She could play the piano with a grace that turned music into magic, and her skill with the violin was just as breathtaking. Every note she played seemed to come alive, telling stories no words could capture.

But it wasn’t just her talent that set her apart—it was her humility. Despite how accomplished she was, she never bragged or sought attention. She was the kind of person who’d stay after class to help someone struggling with homework or quietly cheer on her classmates during competitions. She was kind in a way that made you feel special, even if it was just a small smile or a quick “you can do it.”

And then there was her beauty. She was... radiant. Her smile could light up a room, with those perfect dimples framing it so effortlessly. Her eyes, deep and expressive, held the kind of warmth that made you feel seen and understood, even from across the room. Her presence alone made everything around her feel brighter.

I couldn’t help but let my thoughts linger on her, playing out memories of her laughter, the way her hair glimmered under the sunlight, and the way her voice carried a natural melody when she spoke. My mind began to wander further—her smile, her dimples, her eyes, her—

BRRRIIIING!

The sharp clang of the bell snapped me out of my trance. I jolted in my seat, my heart racing as if someone had caught me red-handed. Shaking my head, I tried to refocus, but my thoughts lingered stubbornly on Y/n.

“Ugh, focus, Jimin,” I muttered under my breath, grabbing my things for the next class. But as much as I tried to concentrate on anything else, I knew it was pointless. She had a way of staying in my mind, like a melody I couldn’t shake off.

“What will you be doing this weekend?” Umji asked as we walked down the hall, her voice casual but curious, like she always was.

I shrugged, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. “Buying groceries for my cat. He’s running low on food, and he’s already giving me those judgmental stares.”

Umji snorted. “Your cat owns you, doesn’t he?”

“Pretty much,” I admitted with a small grin. “What about you?”

She let out an exaggerated groan, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Dad’s forcing me to go with him fishing.”

“Fishing?” I raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. “Sounds fun.”

“Fun? Are you kidding? Sitting in a boat for hours, in the sun, waiting for something to bite? No, thank you.” She tossed her head back like it was the worst thing imaginable.

“Still…” I said, nudging her arm lightly, “quality time with your dad isn’t the worst thing in the world. You’ll probably catch something to cook for dinner, right?”

She sighed, half-defeated. “I guess. He does get weirdly happy when I go with him, so... I’ll survive. But if he makes me gut a fish again, I’m retiring as his daughter.”

I laughed at that, picturing her struggling with a fish while her dad gave her instructions. “Retiring, huh? Let me know how that goes. I hear being a cat parent isn’t much easier.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, and we kept walking, her rant about fishing fading into the comfortable rhythm of our banter.

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Saturday I woke up later than usual, sunlight streaming through the blinds and warming my room. Jenga, my cat, was already awake, purring loudly as he rubbed himself against my feet, his way of demanding attention.

“I know, I know. I have to buy you food,” I mumbled, crouching down to scratch behind his ears. He purred even louder, his tail swishing happily.

After a quick breakfast, I got ready and headed out to the pet shop. The cool morning air felt refreshing as I walked, the streets already busy with people running their weekend errands. When I entered the shop, the familiar scent of pet supplies and the faint chatter of other customers greeted me.

Grabbing a basket, I started browsing the shelves, scanning for the brand of food Jenga liked. My mind was preoccupied with deciding between flavors—salmon or chicken—when something made me stop in my tracks.

There she was.

Y/n stood a few aisles away, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she held up a cat toy. She was laughing softly, her voice like music, and beside her was Luna, her ever-energetic friend.

“Lu, should I get this for Hubby?” Y/n asked, holding up a small mouse-shaped toy and tilting her head in mock seriousness.

“Hubby deserves the best,” Luna teased, grinning. “You should get the fancy one with the bells.”

Before I could even think of turning away or hiding behind a shelf, Y/n’s eyes flickered in my direction. For a moment, time seemed to slow. She smiled warmly when she saw me, lifting her hand in a small wave.

“Hi, Jimin-shi!” she called out.

Her smile—those dimples, her bright eyes—it hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless. My heart stuttered, and I felt an embarrassing warmth creep up my neck.

I tried to play it cool, giving a small wave back and managing an awkward “H-hey.”

Luna raised an eyebrow, her trademark smirk spreading across her face. “Well, look who it is,” she said, nudging Y/n with her elbow.

Y/n didn’t seem to notice her friend’s teasing. She smiled at me again before turning back to the shelf. I stood there for a moment, feeling like my legs had turned to jelly, before realizing I was still holding the basket awkwardly in one hand.

I needed to move—or at least figure out how to breathe again.

Luna’s phone buzzed loudly, breaking the moment. She pulled it out of her pocket and answered with a grin. “Hey, Jungkook. Yeah, I’m still at the pet shop. Wait, you’re already there? Ugh, fine. I’ll come grab you.”

She turned to me before I could even process what was happening. “Hey, Jimin. You wouldn’t mind looking after my sweet little bestie here while I fetch Jungkook, right?”

“Uh—”

“Great, thanks!” Luna said, not waiting for an answer. She patted my back with enough force to nearly knock me forward and started walking away.

“Luna!” Y/n called after her, but her friend just waved without turning around.

“She’s something else,” Y/n said, laughing softly as she turned back to me.

“Yeah, she really is,” I replied, trying to suppress the awkwardness rising in my chest.

Y/n smiled at me, tilting her head slightly. “So… you have a cat?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, nodding quickly. “His name’s Jenga. He’s kind of a spoiled prince, but, uh, I guess that’s my fault.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Jenga? That’s such a cute name! I have a cat too.”

“Really?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “What’s their name?”

“Hubby,” she said, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“Hubby?” I echoed, trying not to smile too much.

“Yeah, I know it’s a weird name,” she admitted, her cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. “Luna started calling him that as a joke, and it just stuck. Now every time I call for him, it feels like I’m talking to my nonexistent husband.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the image. “That’s actually adorable. So what’s Hubby like?”

She grinned. “Oh, he’s the sassiest little thing. He acts like he’s royalty. He’ll only eat out of specific bowls, and if I don’t give him attention the moment he demands it, he’ll knock something over just to prove a point.”

“That sounds... way too familiar,” I said with a laugh. “Jenga does the same thing. I swear, cats are masterminds. They know exactly how to manipulate us.”

“Right?!” she agreed, her laughter blending with mine. “But as much trouble as Hubby is, I can’t imagine not having him around. He’s basically my baby.”

For a moment, we both stood there, exchanging stories about our cats, the awkwardness between us melting away. The way she talked about Hubby—with so much affection and warmth—made my heart race just a little faster.

As our laughter faded into a comfortable silence, Y/n brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at me, her dimples showing just enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“We should arrange a kitty playdate for them,” she said, her eyes sparkling with the idea.

“A playdate?” I repeated, slightly caught off guard. The thought of Jenga interacting with another cat—let alone her cat—was both amusing and slightly terrifying. “I don’t know if Jenga plays well with others. He kind of thinks he’s the king of the world.”

Y/n chuckled, a soft sound that made me smile automatically. “Hubby’s the same way. He’s probably going to think Jenga’s his rival or something. But it could be fun, don’t you think? Watching them try to figure each other out?”

I could already picture it: Jenga glaring at Hubby, trying to assert dominance, while Hubby casually ignored him, lounging like the diva Y/n had described. The image made me laugh. “Yeah, it would definitely be interesting.”

“See?” she said, nudging me lightly with her elbow. “It’s settled, then. We’ll pick a day, and they can meet. You can bring Jenga to my place—there’s more space for them to run around.”

Her words caught me off guard. Her place? My mind scrambled to keep up. “Oh, uh, yeah. That sounds great,” I managed to say, trying not to sound too eager.

“Awesome,” she said with a grin, clearly pleased with the idea. “Just be warned—Hubby will probably show off. He loves an audience.”

“Well, Jenga might try to steal the show,” I joked, feeling a little more at ease now.

“Perfect. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone,” she teased, her laughter ringing out again.

As the conversation shifted back to the shelves of pet supplies, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny spark of excitement. A playdate for our cats sounded like a silly idea on the surface, but the thought of spending more time with Y/n—even under the guise of being responsible cat owners—was something I wouldn’t dare turn down.

Just as the conversation between Y/n and I was flowing, Luna came back into view, this time accompanied by none other than Jungkook, her boyfriend. He was carrying a bag of snacks, looking like he’d just come from somewhere else, his casual demeanor matching Luna’s usual energetic one.

“There goes my mom and dad,” Y/n murmured under her breath, but I caught it, a soft chuckle escaping me at her playful tone. It was obvious she was referring to how Luna and Jungkook always seemed like the perfect pair of mismatched parents in their friend group.

Luna spotted us immediately, her bright eyes locking on Y/n before turning to me with a teasing grin. “So, have you two been making cat plans or whatever?”

Y/n and I exchanged a quick, amused glance. “Yeah, we’ve been discussing a kitty playdate for Hubby and Jenga,” I said, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

Luna raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jungkook. “Oh? This I’ve got to see,” she said with a grin. “Are you sure the cats won’t end up fighting each other instead of playing?”

“It’s going to be fun to watch either way,” Y/n replied, her voice light, almost teasing. “But I’m more worried about what Jenga will do to Hubby. He thinks he’s top cat around here.”

Jungkook chuckled, giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Sounds like a good time. Let me know when it happens. I’ll be watching from the sidelines, ready to break up any cat fights.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. “I’ll definitely let you know,” I promised, feeling a sense of excitement build at the thought of actually seeing Y/n again outside of the store.

Luna turned her attention back to Y/n, her tone shifting slightly. “Have you finished shopping?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve got everything,” Y/n said, adjusting the bag in her hand. “I just need to grab a few more things at home, but I’m good for now.”

“Well, then,” Luna said, her expression turning mischievous, “we’ll leave you two alone now. Bye, Jimin-shi!” She waved at me, a wink accompanying her farewell.

“Bye, Jimin!” Y/n added with a soft, genuine smile.

I waved back, a bit flustered but smiling nonetheless. “See you, Y/n,” I said, my voice a little more soft than I meant it to be.

Luna and Jungkook started walking toward the exit, Luna talking animatedly about some random topic, while Y/n lingered for a moment, her gaze holding mine.

“Catch you later, Jimin,” she said, her smile lingering for just a bit longer than usual.

As she turned to follow her friends, she paused, glancing back at me with a thoughtful look. “Hey, um... do you think you could give me your number?” she asked, her voice slightly quieter but still warm. “For the cat playdate, you know… just in case we need to set a time or something.”

I blinked, a bit surprised but also excited. “Oh—yeah, of course,” I stammered, quickly pulling out my phone and unlocking it. “Here, just—just type it in.”

Y/n took the phone from my hand with a small, soft laugh, her fingers brushing against mine as she typed in her number. “Thanks, Jimin. I’ll text you soon about the playdate.”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said, feeling my heart race a little faster as she handed the phone back.

With one final smile, Y/n waved again. “See you soon, Jimin.”

“See you,” I managed to say, my thoughts a little scattered as I watched her walk away, feeling a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

She has my number. My mind kept repeating the words over and over, and I could feel my heart race a little faster with each thought. I watched as Y/n walked off with Luna and Jungkook, the feeling of her smile still lingering in my chest like a warmth that wouldn’t fade.

I couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

But just as I was lost in the moment, the sound of a locker slamming shut broke my daydreaming. “YAH, why you smiling like an idiot again?”

I jumped, startled by the voice. It was Umji, of course, standing at the end of the hallway with an exasperated look on her face. She was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, giving me a look that clearly said, she knew something was up.

“Umji, can you not?!” I said, trying to hide my grin but failing miserably.

She took one step closer, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, don’t try to act innocent now. I know that look. You’re definitely thinking about something, and it’s probably about Y/n, isn’t it?”

My face flushed, and I quickly tried to wipe the goofy smile off my face, but it was no use. “It’s not like that...” I muttered, though even I knew I wasn’t fooling her.

Umji let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. “You’re hopeless, Jimin. I knew it the moment I saw you two talking. You’re already all over the place in your head, aren’t you?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Umji was right.

“I told you, didn’t I?” she said, crossing her arms again. “You’ve been staring at her like some lovesick puppy for weeks. And now—now, you have her number? Pfft, you’re doomed.”

“Thanks for the support, Umji,” I muttered sarcastically, but the truth was, her teasing only made me more flustered.

“Yeah, yeah. But seriously,” she said, her voice softening just a little, “if you like her, you should do something about it. Don’t just stand there grinning like a fool.”

I gave her a sideways glance. “I’m not just grinning...”

“Oh, you’re totally grinning,” she said, nudging me with her elbow. “You’ve got that look in your eyes that says you’re definitely going to daydream about her later.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, okay, I get it. But let’s just get to class already.”

Umji just laughed. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re so obvious, Jimin.”

I shook my head, but I couldn’t hide the goofy smile creeping back onto my face as we walked toward our next class.

The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch, and I made my way to my locker, waiting for Umji like usual. As I leaned against the cool metal, I couldn’t help but smile again—thinking about the exchange earlier with Y/n. I must've looked like a complete idiot, but I didn’t care. She had my number. She actually asked for it.

"She's again late," I muttered to myself, leaning a little more into the locker as I checked my watch. Umji was always running behind, and I’d gotten used to it by now.

"Hey, Jimin."

I froze. That voice.

I turned around quickly, and there she was—Y/n, standing a few feet away with that soft smile of hers. My heart skipped a beat, and I mentally kicked myself for sounding so obvious earlier.

“H-hey,” I stammered, trying my best not to blush like an idiot.

Y/n chuckled at my flustered reaction, but she didn’t seem bothered by it. If anything, she looked even more at ease, like she was used to making people nervous.

“So, I was wondering,” she started, her eyes meeting mine, “are you free on Saturday?”

I blinked, surprised. Saturday? Was she seriously asking me this now? My mind raced, trying to process her words. "Yeah, totally," I said a little too quickly, my enthusiasm slipping through.

Her smile widened, and for a second, I could swear the world around us quieted. “Great! I was thinking, since we’re going to have that kitty playdate, maybe we can do something else after? Like grab a bite to eat or... you know, just hang out?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect,” I said, my voice a little steadier now, though my heart was still racing. I couldn’t believe it. She was asking me to hang out. Outside of school. Outside of the cat playdate. This wasn’t just casual anymore.

"Alright," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "I’ll text you the details, but I just wanted to check in if you were free."

“I’m free,” I replied instantly, a smile tugging at my lips that I couldn’t hide.

“Perfect,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I’ll see you then, Jimin.”

Before I could say anything else, she waved and walked off, leaving me standing there, practically glowing. My brain was still processing everything, but one thing was clear—I had just made plans with Y/n. Not just for the cats, but for us.

Umji was beside me smirking “ooooooh. He’s gonna get laid” she said teasingly “Shut up umji!”

Saturday came faster than I expected, like a timelapse in my mind. I woke up at 6 a.m., my heart already racing with excitement. I had the whole day to prepare for Y/n’s visit—and I wasn’t about to let anything slip through the cracks. The house had to be perfect.

I started with the basics: wiping down the tables, vacuuming every inch of the floor. I was determined to make the place presentable, even though I knew it wasn’t exactly the cleanest house on the block. But for Y/n? I wanted everything to be spotless.

As I moved from room to room, my mom appeared, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she came down the stairs. She blinked a few times, trying to wake up. “Son, why so early?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

I paused for a second, a little startled, but quickly replied, “Sorry, Mom. I just have a guest later.”

Her eyebrows raised, and she gave me a teasing smile, her sleepiness vanishing in an instant. “She must be special, huh? Well, I’ll let you finish, and I’ll cook breakfast later. I still have to go to work.”

“Love you, Mom,” I said, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to spread across my face.

“I love you too, Jimin,” she replied, her voice softening as she patted me on the shoulder before heading back to the kitchen.

I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as I continued cleaning. This wasn’t just some casual hangout anymore. Y/n was coming over—for real. And I wanted everything to go smoothly.

“Food bowls, check. Water, check. Extra kitty treats, check.” I ran through my checklist one last time, making sure everything was set. I wanted to make sure Jenga and Hubby—Y/n’s cat—had everything they could possibly need for their playdate.

Finally, I stopped and looked down at my own cat, who was sitting on the couch, watching me with those big, judgmental eyes. “Jenga, please be a good boy,” I said, trying to sound confident.

Jenga responded with a soft meow, almost like he was agreeing—though I wasn’t sure if he understood.

I sighed, giving him a last pat before hearing the doorbell ring. My heart skipped a beat. There she was.

I rushed to the door, quickly fixing my hair one last time, though I didn’t have much time to do anything other than take a deep breath. I opened it, and there she was—Y/n, standing outside with a cat carrier bag in hand, looking just as calm and beautiful as ever.

“Hey,” I greeted, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice. “You’re here.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Yep! Got Hubby all packed up and ready for his first playdate.” She shifted the cat bag, and I could hear the soft meowing from inside. “Hope Jenga’s ready too.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, the excitement building. “I think he’s ready. I hope they get along.”

“Well, if they don’t, we’ve got treats to bribe them,” Y/n laughed, walking inside after I stepped aside to let her in.

As she entered, I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. It was happening. Y/n was here. And this wasn’t just a casual hangout anymore—it was something more.

Jenga and Hubby just stood there, staring at each other. The silence between them was almost awkward, as if they were sizing each other up. Jenga, usually the more energetic one, was completely still, his eyes locked on Hubby.

Y/n pulled out her phone, ready to capture the moment. She held it up, her grin widening. “Wow, for the first time he’s like that,” she said, her voice full of amusement as she watched Jenga’s uncharacteristically calm behavior.

I couldn’t help but laugh, too. Jenga usually couldn’t sit still for five seconds, let alone stand there quietly. “Yeah, he’s usually a lot more... active,” I said, eyes still on my cat. “Jenga’s... friendly? Or he’s planning something?”

Y/n chuckled, her fingers lightly tapping the screen of her phone as she recorded. “I don’t know, maybe he’s just being cautious. Hubby can be a little intimidating at first, but once they get comfortable...”

Jenga slowly took a few steps forward, and Hubby blinked, then casually stretched out a paw. It was like a silent invitation. I raised an eyebrow, watching the two of them interact.

“Looks like he’s warming up,” I said, a little surprised.

Y/n laughed softly, still recording. “Maybe they’ll be best buds by the end of the day.”

For a moment, it felt like everything was perfectly aligned—Jenga and Hubby meeting each other, Y/n and I sharing a moment together. I couldn’t help but feel like I was experiencing something special.

A sudden crack of thunder made both of us jump. Y/n let out a small gasp, clutching the strap of her bag as she turned toward the window. Rain was now pouring heavily, streaking down the glass in thick rivulets. The sky outside had darkened, the storm rolling in quicker than either of us had expected.

“Oh no,” she sighed, pressing her palm against the windowpane. “Looks like we’re stuck in here, Hubs.” She glanced down at her cat, then back at me, her expression soft but questioning. “If that’s fine for you, Jiminshi?”

I swallowed, forcing myself to play it cool, even though my heart had already started racing. “That’s totally fine,” I said with a smile, trying to ignore the sudden warmth creeping up my neck.

As the storm outside raged on, the softest, most unexpected sight caught our attention—Jenga and Hubby, snuggled up in the corner, fast asleep. Jenga, the same cat who rarely showed affection, was curled up against Hubby like they’d been best friends forever.

Y/n’s eyes practically sparkled as she clasped her hands together. “Aww,” she whispered, her voice filled with pure adoration. Her eyes formed little hearts as she stared at the two furry companions, completely mesmerized.

I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. “It’s very unusual for Jenga to be this... cuddly.”

Y/n turned to me, her cheeks still carrying the trace of a smile. “Maybe he just needed the right company,” she mused.

I nodded, before suddenly remembering—I should be a good host. “Y/n, do you want something to eat? Or drink?” I asked as I opened the fridge, scanning the shelves for anything worth offering.

“A water will be fine, please,” she replied sweetly, shifting her focus from the window back to me.

I grabbed a bottle and handed it to her, our fingers brushing slightly. It was barely a touch, but even that small contact made my chest tighten. I cleared my throat, trying to think of something else to keep my nerves from making me awkward.

“Do you want to play video games while the cats are... contained?” I asked, glancing toward the corner where they were still peacefully curled up.

Y/n grinned, twisting the cap off her water. “Sure,” she said. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you, Jimin.”

I smirked, finally feeling a bit more at ease. “We’ll see about that.”

I set up the console and handed her a controller. We started off with a simple racing game, but soon, things turned competitive.

“Jimin, you’re so bad at this,” Y/n teased, giggling as she zoomed past my car for the third time.

I groaned. “I swear my controller is broken. There’s no way you’re this good.”

She laughed, nudging my arm playfully. “Excuses, excuses.”

The next game we picked was a battle-style one, where we had to fight against each other.

“Prepare to lose,” I declared confidently.

But within minutes, Y/n had completely destroyed me.

“No way! You practice this, don’t you?” I accused, eyes wide as my character got knocked out.

She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. “I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you!”

The room was filled with laughter, playful bickering, and the occasional “No fair!” from me every time she won. The rain continued to pour outside, but inside, it felt warm and alive.

After what felt like hours of intense gaming, I finally managed to win a round.

“HA! Take that!” I cheered, throwing my hands in the air.

Y/n pouted. “Beginner’s luck.”

I grinned. “Nah, that was pure skill.”

She rolled her eyes but laughed. “Fine, fine. I’ll give you this one.”

I looked at her, smiling to myself. This stormy day, which could’ve been dull and uneventful, had turned into something so unexpectedly fun. Y/n’s laughter, her presence—it made the whole afternoon feel special.

Maybe being stuck inside wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

All the way to school, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. My steps were light, almost skippy, and there was an undeniable happiness bubbling inside me. I finally found a girl who matched my freak, someone who made me laugh, who made my heart race in the best way possible.

“Yah! Weirdo,” Umji’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she nudged me with her elbow, a teasing smirk on her face.

I turned to her, still grinning. “Umj-ah, I had the best day of my life!” I practically sang, my eyes twinkling with excitement.

Umji raised an eyebrow before dramatically rolling her eyes. “Lovestruck puppy, aish,” she sighed, shaking her head.

I ignored her sarcasm and clutched my chest like I was in some kind of romance drama. “I’m serious! Saturday was... amazing. We played games, the cats actually got along, and—” I stopped myself, suddenly realizing how ridiculous I must’ve sounded.

Umji smirked. “Uh-huh. And let me guess, you kept staring at her like a lost puppy the whole time?”

I cleared my throat, trying to act unbothered. “I-I did not—”

She cut me off with a loud gasp. “You totally did!”

“Shut up!” I groaned, covering my face as my ears burned red.

Umji just laughed, slinging an arm around my shoulder as we walked through the school gates. “Ah, Jimin, my dear friend, you’ve got it bad.”

I sighed, but deep down, I knew she was right. And honestly? I didn’t mind one bit.

We arrived at school, and just as I was about to step inside, Umji suddenly nudged me hard in the ribs.

"Ow! Umji, stop with the—" I started to protest, rubbing my side.

"Yah! Your crush is coming!" she whisper-shouted, eyes twinkling with mischief.

My breath hitched as I instinctively looked up—and there she was. Y/n, walking through the school gates, her hair slightly tousled by the morning breeze, looking effortlessly pretty as always. She was chatting with Luna, her laughter ringing like a melody in the air.

Panic set in. I wasn’t ready for this. Was my hair okay? Did I look weird? Oh god, what if she noticed how stupidly happy I was just a second ago?

"Act normal," Umji muttered, trying to stifle her laugh.

I straightened up, attempting to look cool and composed, but my body betrayed me. My backpack nearly slipped off my shoulder, and when I tried to fix it, I almost tripped over my own feet.

"Smooth," Umji deadpanned.

Before I could recover, Y/n caught sight of me and smiled. "Good morning, Jimin!"

That was it. That was all it took for my brain to short-circuit.

"H-Hey! G-Good morning!" I stammered like an absolute fool.

Umji snorted beside me. "Lovestruck puppy," she muttered under her breath.

I ignored her. Y/n took a small step closer, tilting her head slightly. “So... up for another kitty playdate next week?”

I blinked, completely caught off guard. Did she just—? Was she asking me to hang out again?

"U-Uh, yeah! Totally! I mean—yeah, that’d be cool!" I blurted out way too enthusiastically.

Y/n giggled. “Great! Hubby had fun too, so let’s plan it soon.”

She gave me one last smile before walking off with Luna, leaving me frozen in place, heart pounding like a drum.

I turned to Umji, who was already shaking her head. "Jimin, you are so obvious."

I let out a dreamy sigh. "I don't even care."

Umji groaned. "You're officially hopeless."

But honestly? I was perfectly fine with that.

Saturdays had officially become my favorite days.

Every week, without fail, Y/n would arrive at my doorstep, carrying Hubby in his little travel bag, a warm smile on her face that never failed to send my heart into overdrive. The moment the door opened, Jenga would perk up, already expecting his new playmate, and the excitement in the air was almost contagious.

"Jiminshi, I think they recognize each other now," Y/n said with a giggle one Saturday afternoon as we watched the two cats sniffing and circling each other.

I laughed, watching as Jenga playfully batted at Hubby’s tail before darting away. "They probably think they own the place now."

Each Saturday felt like a little adventure of its own. Some days, we'd just lounge around, watching as our cats zoomed across the living room, knocking over everything in their way. Other times, we’d try to get them to wear tiny outfits—though that usually ended with us getting swatted at while Y/n cried from laughter.

And then, of course, there were the video game battles.

“You’re so going down today,” I smirked as I handed Y/n a controller, settling onto the couch.

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “Jimin, I’ve destroyed you every single time. What makes you think today is different?”

“Because I practiced,” I declared proudly.

And yet, ten minutes later, I was groaning in defeat while Y/n laughed victoriously beside me. “You’re hopeless,” she teased, nudging my shoulder.

I didn’t mind losing. Not when it meant seeing her smile like that.

Other Saturdays, we'd just talk—about school, life, our childhoods. I learned that Y/n had always wanted a cat but had to wait until she was older to get one. I told her about how Jenga had randomly appeared outside my house one day and refused to leave.

One afternoon, as the sun cast a golden glow through my window, she leaned back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "You know... these Saturdays are kinda my favorite now."

I almost dropped the glass of water I was holding. "Really?"

She turned her head to look at me, her expression soft. "Yeah. It’s fun. It’s... nice spending time like this."

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

"Yeah," I managed to say, clearing my throat. "It really is."

Jenga and Hubby curled up together on the rug, their tails intertwined as they drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, my heart raced, knowing that next Saturday, she’d be here again.

And the Saturday after that.

And maybe, just maybe, one day, I’d finally tell her just how much these Saturdays meant to me.

"Dude, are you really just gonna stay like that forever?" Umji said, plopping down beside me as I set down the book I was reading—How to Get Your Crush to Like You Back.

"Like what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She gave me an exaggerated look before motioning toward the book. "Duh. Reading that without even applying any of the stuff it says." She took a sip from her water bottle, watching me like she was waiting for me to realize something obvious.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I just... I don’t know, Umji." My fingers fiddled with the edge of the book. "I don’t know how to ask her out."

Umji groaned, throwing her head back. "Jimin, seriously? She literally comes over every Saturday. She hangs out with you for hours. Do you need a flashing neon sign that says Ask Y/n Out?"

I let out another sigh, this one heavier. "I’m just waiting for the right time."

Umji scoffed, crossing her arms. "Then find it. Or, I dunno, lose it?"

That made me pause. I frowned. "Lose it? What do you mean?"

She stared at me like I was the densest person on earth. "Jiminah. You are not the only guy who has heart eyes for Y/n."

That got my attention. "Wait, what?"

Umji leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. "Kim Seokjin. The senior. He’s been talking about her a lot lately. Watching her every school performance, going to every event she’s in." She gave me a pointed look. "Like, every single one."

A sudden tightness formed in my chest. Seokjin? The guy every girl in school practically swooned over?

I swallowed hard. "You’re right," I said, my voice firmer this time. "I can’t just sit around anymore. I’m going to confess this Saturday."

Umji grinned and clapped her hands together. "That’s my beste! Finally, some action!"

I exhaled sharply, my heartbeat already picking up at the thought. Saturday. That was the day. No more hesitation. No more waiting.

It was now or never.

I was waiting outside Y/n’s homeroom, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, trying to calm my nerves. My palms were slightly sweaty, and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. Today’s the day, Jimin. You got this.

The classroom door creaked open, and Luna stepped out, eyes glued to her phone. She barely noticed me standing there until I cleared my throat.

“Hey, Luna,” I greeted, trying to sound casual.

She glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, hey. Looking for Y/n?”

“Yeah, is she here?” I asked, peering inside the room, but there was no sign of her.

Luna shook her head. “She was asked by Professor Shin to bring some papers to the seniors.”

“Seniors?” I repeated, a small knot forming in my stomach.

“Yep,” Luna confirmed, casually scrolling through her phone. “You know, for their upcoming events and stuff.”

My stomach twisted slightly. Seniors… Did that mean she was with him? Seokjin? The guy Umji warned me about? The guy who apparently had been keeping a close eye on Y/n?

I clenched my fists, trying to shake off the sudden unease creeping up my spine.

“Uh… do you know where exactly?” I asked, attempting to keep my voice steady.

Luna finally looked up from her phone and gave me a smirk. “Why? You jealous or something?”

I stiffened. “W-What? No! I just—”

She laughed, cutting me off. “Relax, Jimin. She should be back soon. Why don’t you just wait here?”

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. Maybe I was overthinking things. But still, the thought of Y/n spending time with Seokjin, even for school work, made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.

“Alright,” I muttered, leaning against the wall.

I’d wait.

And today, no matter what, I was going to tell her how I felt.

A couple of minutes later, I straightened up as I saw Y/n walking down the hallway beside Professor Shin. My heart did a little flip at the sight of her—hair slightly tousled, cheeks lightly flushed, probably from carrying all those papers.

"Thanks for the help, Y/n," Professor Shin said, giving her an appreciative nod.

"No problem, sir," she replied with a bright smile.

That’s when her eyes landed on me.

“Oh, Jiminshi,” she said, blinking in surprise.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

“Uh—hey,” I managed to say, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. “I was just… waiting for you.”

Her lips curled into a soft smile. “Oh? What’s up?”

This was it. My chance. My moment.

But why did my throat suddenly feel dry?

Luna, still standing nearby, stifled a laugh and muttered, “This should be fun.”

I ignored her, inhaling deeply before looking straight into Y/n’s eyes.

“I… I wanted to ask you something.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to push past the nerves threatening to paralyze me. Now or never, Jimin. Just do it.

“I wanted to ask if…” I hesitated for half a second before exhaling sharply. “If you’d like to go out with me this Saturday. Like… on a date.”

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn’t expected that.

“Oh…” she blinked, processing my words. “A date?”

Before she could say anything else, a voice from behind interrupted us.

“Y/n!”

I turned my head just in time to see him.

Kim Seokjin.

The senior.

The guy Umji had warned me about.

He was standing a few feet away, holding what looked like a small, neatly wrapped box in his hand. His confident demeanor faltered slightly as he took in the scene—me standing close to Y/n, her looking up at me with curious eyes, and Luna and Umji watching with barely contained excitement.

Jin’s gaze flickered between us, realization dawning on his face.

I knew it.

He was about to ask her out.

But I had beaten him to it.

Umji and Luna exchanged a glance before smirking and casually high-fiving in the background.

Y/n, seemingly unaware of the small unspoken battle that had just taken place, smiled at me—soft, warm, genuine. “I’d love to, Jimin.”

My heart nearly burst out of my chest. “R-Really?”

She giggled, nodding. “Yeah. A kitty playdate is fun, but I think a real date sounds even better.”

Luna let out a dramatic ooooh while Umji snickered. Jin, to his credit, managed to keep his face neutral, though I could see the disappointment flicker in his eyes before he cleared his throat.

“Well,” Jin said, forcing a small smile. “Looks like I was a little late.”

Luna, never one to miss a moment, whispered loudly, “Too late.”

Jin shot her a look but then chuckled, shaking his head. “Good luck, Jimin.” He gave Y/n one last glance before slipping the box into his pocket and walking away.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

I had done it.

I had asked her out. And she said yes.

As Y/n and I exchanged shy smiles, Umji and Luna high-fived again, this time even harder.

“Finally,” Umji muttered. “About damn time.”

“Aigoo, finally our baby is dating,” Jungkook said, dramatically wiping away fake tears as he pulled a laughing Luna into a tight hug. The couple’s playful teasing filled the air as they shared the moment with us.

Beside them, Umji was happily stuffing food into her mouth, barely pausing to breathe. "He’s been lovestruck by her like, since forever," she said, voice muffled as she chewed, a proud glint in her eyes. "But because of my words of wisdom, he finally got the guts."

Luna and Jungkook exchanged amused glances, chuckling at the scene. "Words of wisdom?" Luna teased, arching an eyebrow. "That’s what you’re calling it?"

“Hey, I know what I’m talking about,” Umji said, giving a dramatic wink between mouthfuls. “It’s all about timing.”

The park around us felt peaceful—just the kind of place to spend a Saturday afternoon. Y/n and I sat on the grass, our cats, Jenga and Hubby, sprawled lazily between us, enjoying the rare moment of calm. The two cats had become inseparable over the past few weeks, and seeing them curled up together made me smile.

Luna and Jungkook sat a little further away, their playful teasing continuing as they watched us. "I’m still amazed you guys actually did it," Jungkook commented, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "Thought it was gonna take you forever to ask her out, Jimin."

I smiled, feeling a little embarrassed but also proud. "Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy… but it was worth it."

Y/n smiled shyly beside me, her fingers gently brushing against mine as she leaned closer. "I’m glad you asked."

I felt my heart flutter at her words. The warmth between us was undeniable.

Jungkook and Luna exchanged a glance, clearly noticing the shift in the air. Luna sighed dramatically, holding a hand to her heart. "This is so cute, I’m getting heartburn from it."

"Same," Jungkook agreed, giving us a thumbs-up. "You guys make a good couple."

Umji, wiping her mouth and swallowing another bite, joined in with a cheeky grin. "You two better not get too lovey-dovey. I’m still here, you know."

I chuckled. "We’re just enjoying the moment."

It was a peaceful afternoon, surrounded by friends, our cats, and a growing bond that felt like it had always been there. The playful teasing, the laughter, the feeling of being surrounded by people who cared—it all made the day feel perfect.

And somehow, it felt like this was just the beginning.

I blinked, trying to process her words as they slowly sunk in. Y/n turned to face me fully, her smile widening as she watched my expression change.

“You know,” she started again, her voice soft but filled with a hint of playfulness. I hummed in response, trying to maintain my cool, but my heart was already racing.

“I didn’t actually propose the kitty playdate for the cats,” she said, her eyes gleaming as she tilted her head slightly.

My brow furrowed in confusion, but before I could ask what she meant, she added, “It was for us.”

My breath caught in my throat. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, and the world seemed to slow for a second. She wasn’t talking about the cats. She wasn’t talking about the playdate. She was talking about us.

I glanced at her, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The sounds of the park faded, and it was just her and me, sitting on the grass with our cats beside us, hearts quietly syncing with the unspoken understanding between us.

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “You… you did that for us?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Yeah.”

I felt the corners of my lips twitch into a grin. “I’m glad you did,” I said softly, unable to stop myself from blushing.

Y/n’s smile deepened, and she reached over, gently taking my hand in hers. It was a simple gesture, but it felt so incredibly right.

In that moment, everything just clicked.

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Umji is a supportive bestie and a foodie

Luna is Luna

[fieldsofred]

can I ask for a writing tip? you write so fast, and so so so well, I feel like you might have some advice here...

Ive been writing fics since like ever, but I rarely ever publish anything on ao3, because I get an overwhelming need to like... "get it perfect". like, I write a chapter, and then get stuck in an endless cycle of editing it, until I no longer even like it and decide to go in a different direction (I don't delete anything, just... scrap it)

recently I found some fic wips from like probably 10 years ago? give or take. and they were scrapped stuff that never made it to ao3 of course. but I read them and they're actually pretty good. I'm no longer in that fandom, but...

Idk. I'm trying to figure out how to stop myself from being like this and overcome my brain forbidding me from posting anything unless it's absolutely perfect. so yeah. any tips?

You asked this like a month ago. so so sorry for the late response.

Okay, hey! oh my god! you want a writing tip from this guy?? from me?? wack. (i am going to think about this until I die)

The reason that it has taken me literal a literal month to answer this is because I feel wildly unqualified to give any sort of advice. Imposter syndrome go brrr I guess? Anyway, take this with a grain of salt and know that I was cringing at myself the whole time, but i hope it helps!! Really!

Okay. "you write so fast, and so so so well" is an insane compliment. thank you, genuinely.

also, *loud incorrect buzzer*

I do not write well but I do write fast and I write a lot. I did some math and since December I've written about 235k words for my jaytim concepts. I've only posted 144k and I feel like I'm fighting to keep a reasonable posting schedule. That means that 90k of what I've put down is just....useless. 90,000 words of quick notes or outlines or scraped scenes or whatever.

I write a lot, I write poorly, and then I edit.

(the following is specifically for posting on ao3)

This is the editing system I've found works for me and actually gets me to post.

First, I put it all together. I generally write in scenes and then find a way to flow between them.

Second, (this is so important and makes a difference I swear) leave it alone.

I generally try to give myself at least 2 or 3 days before I go back and edit. A fresh brain and fresh eyes catch a lot more than a brain that has read that same paragraph six times in the last two hours. Step two in my editing process is to work on something else for a few days and leave my draft the hell alone.

Third, I change the format. For me, that means moving the work from google docs to the ao3 drafts.

Side note: formatting is weird sometimes. I always save the draft and then edit the saved draft. Saving the draft first shows the weird format quirks that happen when changing platforms, like odd spaces between apostrophes and weird italics.

Fourth, and by far the most helpful thing, I read it on my phone.

After changing the format, I pull up the ao3 draft on my laptop and on my phone. I open the editing page on my laptop and but read the draft on my phone like I would any other fic. It helps so so so much. I find weird sentence phrasing, misspelled words, and a bunch of other errors. As I find the weird spots on my phone, I edit on my laptop. I find this to be the easiest, quickest, and most valuable editing pass.

Last step, post!

Hit the post button with the knowledge that you can edit later. I posted chapter 22 and took an entire scene out of chapter 1 (which had been posted for months) in the same day. I get comments about weird sentences every now, so I fix them. You can go back and edit all you want on ao3, post post (haha).

You don't have to post on ao3. Of the 10ish years I've been writing, I've posted one thing. everything else I've written has been for an audience of one and there is nothing wrong with that.

But, If your goal is to post on ao3 and you also have a goal of making your fic perfect, then know that it is much easier to post than it is to perfect. I would suggest that you let ao3 readers enjoy your work while you chisel away at making it perfect. I promise that the people reading are just excited to have something to read, they don't hold you to that same standard of perfection that you hold yourself. Post it after that last editing pass with the comfort that you can edit it later :)

I hope this helped!!

Again, thank you so much for asking this. I so enjoyed answering it (even tho I stressed over it quiet a bit). I adore you, I'm glad you like itaot, and I hope that you post all of the fics you want (and I hope I get to read them)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

oshi no ko ep 4 spoilers under the cut!!

ohhhhh my fucking god this scene this scene this fucking scene this will never leave my brain it’ll rot there until every star in the sky has faded what the FUCK were they thinking (affectionate)

HE’S :((((((( A BABY. HE’S JUST A BABY. he acts so cold and detached but he loves his friends, he loves his sister, he has trouble thinking of happy moments at first but then it all just comes flowing into him!!! and it breaks my heart because i didn’t even know he could smile like this but of course he can because he’s a kid. he’s not gorou anymore. he’s his own person and that person is a high school boy who enjoys his new life even though he thinks he’s not allowed to. even though his past self literally manifests as a stern voice over his shoulder telling him he’s not allowed to.

GODDDDDDD . god. gorou is literally a fucking GHOST telling aqua not to be happy, never to be happy, just keep obsessing over ai and hating yourself for not being able to save her in the same way gorou must’ve hated himself for not being able to save sarina. just keep living for revenge and nothing else. don’t enjoy yourself. don’t enjoy yourself. don’t enjoy yourself. the relationship between these two makes me so ill because they’re literally the same person but also not. it’s like gorou’s bitter soul was born into a body not made to hold it. aqua is his own person but he’s also haunted by a guilt and an obsession that isn’t his own. he’s haunted by the death of his mother but more than anything he’s haunted by himself. ai would have wanted him to be happy. gorou doesn’t. gorou wants them both miserable and guilty.

and don’t even get me STARTED on akane??????????????????? mimicking ai to make aqua feel better??????????????????????????????? it’s all so twisted and it’ll all just make his obsession grow stronger and stronger. aqua is chasing a ghost. ai is dead and gorou is dead and sarina is dead. he isn’t. but if he doesn’t let himself be happy, if he doesn’t let himself move on, then he might as well be.

[bearratic]

Get to know the mun ! repost, don’t reblog.

——— BASICS.

NICK[NAME] : Benjamin. [Benji/Bear.]

PRONOUNS : He/Him.

ZODIAC SIGN : Aquarius - Feb 7th.

TAKEN OR SINGLE : Single.

ANYTHING ELSE? : Real fuckn dutch. Made of stroopwafels.

——— THREE SERIOUS FACTS.

Writing gives me the time and space to gather my thoughts. I use it as a practice in conveying emotion, which makes it easier to do so and thoroughly explain reasoning. I use writing as a base for learning human psyche, soul, mind and spirit which interests me deeply. I try digging deeper into feelings and actions - reasons why some are done and linking them together.

I pick muses based on some hint of personality trait I see of myself in them. I find myself often asking what I want so having muses that at least correlate to my thoughts are a better fit for me than just a choice at random. It can be big as the way they think or it can be as small as sharing a favorite drink. Exploring their interests based on their world and adding on to it makes it way more enjoyable for me to write, story and world building is important to me.

I fucking love everyone I have ever written and will ever write with. This has been nothing but a warm and loving experience for me.

——— THREE RANDOM FACTS.

My nickname is thanks to my father, who even though he named me one thing, found it often too long and switched it to another lol.

I go to at least 3 concerts every month. Mostly rock in genre if I get to chose but I never say no when friends ask. I will always be your +1 to any event.

If I had to pick a country to move to it would be Scotland, sorry but I have a light obsession with that place.

——— EXPERIENCE.

Zero dude. Literally none. I just picked it up as a hobby and passed my blogs one year birthday last august. I have been truly active in the writing community for only half a year in total.

I go with the flow, I enjoy coming up with things on the spot. Diseccting my muses and throwing them into any type of situation just to write myself out of it. Or-... make it worse for them. Keep it interesting you know?

I write through and together with music, I let it guide me often. This is kind of the reason I am a slow replier, I have to really feel what I want to put down and then I can stick to it. Besides that, English is not my first language so I have to switch back and forth in my brain real often. It can be a bit tiring but I gladly do it for my writing partners. Much love.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE.

Give me anything with a background we can explore and me and my muses are in. I thoroughly enjoy talking to you about your muses and mine, from their favorite pairs of socks to their family drama, idc I want to know.

I need a lot of building together, plotting and anything to truly write my muse closer to yours if you want anything deeper. I build through writing together. From something silly to movie scripts. Let them get to know each other to their deepest point.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT.

FLUFF : Yeah definitely, I’m a sappy dude. I like to daydream.

ANGST : Also yeah! I enjoy making problems for my muses, it makes me understand them more. Dread is and can be intense so be sure to be in the right headspace and let me know.

SMUT : Sure, though with my lack of writing experience bear with me on this one. I really have to know how you write and your muse for this to work, I do not wish to overstep boundaries either yours, your muses or my own. Which I am unable to know if we do not at least have a talk about it.

——— PLOT / MEMES : Thanks to you I know how much I enjoy plotting. I know I'm rather slow with DM replies but please don't take it personally I am just truly busy and can only do one thing atta time. Memes! Starters! Send me them all day everyday, I might not get to them immediately but I will and I will love it.

TAGGED BY : @sanctissimx I adore. Thank Yououou.

TAGGING : Cool ppl but no pressure. @cherriedrage @penandswords @patronsxints @carminewill @heterochromatica @ofcursedenergy @modeinthemiddle @huntershowl & You.

[auggieoof]

Diary entry #7

My grandma isn't gonna teach me to drive anymore, because she says I'm not improving. Now I'm gonna have to pay for a driving class and I went down a horrible spiral where I was thinking about how worthless I am.

I'm on my period and it feels like the world is crumbling around me. If I don't get out of my household frankly I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do, so I have no choice but to pay a thousand bucks (literally) for driving school.

I screwed up and almost caused an accident, that's why she said I wasn't improving. She's been driving for 40 years, and I've only been driving for like a month or something. She says there's nothing she can teach me anymore. My brain was foggy because I'm on my period, I barely ate anything, and I was shaking from too much caffeine. I really didn't want to drive but I was an idiot and did it anyways. I fucking hate my life. It's times like this where I wish I wasn't autistic because everyone else in my life functions normally and I can't do anything right.

I have to get out of my house. There's no other option. If I can't do it, I don't think I can wait any longer than I already have. They aren't abusive, but they let me live in conditions where I'm not living as myself and it's killing me. I just need to be a man and I can't.

I can't live a second longer in this body that's not mine. I wish I had some resources to help me get out of here, but I'm mostly on my own. I'm not being abused, so I can't escape by calling services to my house, but I just can't live like this. Sorry this post was so depressing, it depresses me too!

The hate filled thoughts that flow while I'm looking at myself in the shower are killing me. I want to be rid of my female-gendered features, every last one of them.

[yurikalonesome]

Remember how I mentioned the star biology fact sheet? Yeah… I got carried away. It seems like I’ll do literally anything but write chapter 2. Anyway, there aren’t any spoilers here. I just wanted to write this not only for myself for reference, but also because none of this will come up in the story in extensive detail, so here it is.

I’m also bored and have nothing else to do since I’m nineteen hours away from home. So no drawing, or I would have done one to accompany this.

This is also the first time I’ve posted anything on my phone so fingers crossed this goes well.

Sex: Hermaphrodites

Lifespan: Billions to trillions of years

Type: Carnivores

Natural Predators: Every member of the Draconic family

Natural Prey: Every member of the Draconic family

Visible Physical Features:

- Humanoid

- Bipedal

- Uniquely shaped horns

- Long, pointed ears

- Large, dark eyes and white pupils

- A snout

- Four fingers

- Four claws

- Wings

Hidden Physical Features:

- Two long, curved, retractable fangs

- Sharp, serrated, retractable teeth

- One small, retractable stinger underneath each claw

- Two hot, solid cores that are located in the head and chest

Diet:

Dragon meat is preferred, although any form of meat will do.

Bones and organs are also eaten. However, they don’t like eating brains, hearts, and spines.

Natural Defences:

- Venomous

- Strong jaws

- Strong legs

- Fast reflexes

- Impenetrable outer shell

- Malleable body

- Regulated body temperature

- Boiling-hot blood

- Instant regeneration

- Stardust

Self-Defence Measures:

Venom consciously injected through fangs and stingers when provoked. It is potent enough to kill a fully grown elephant in seconds.

Their ability to regulate their body temperature allows them to burn or freeze anything that gets too close.

The tough, smooth surface of their shell is impossible for humans to damage. However, a star can crack and break another’s or their own shell, allowing their blood to flow. If their blood were to touch a living organism, they would suffer fourth-degree burns.

Claws are sharp enough to cut and slice through anything if the star wills it.

Their stardust can be melded into anything the star wants it to be, making them versatile and unpredictable.

They use their legs more than their arms in combat, kicking and stomping on their smaller opponents or prey to stun them.

Their mailable body allows them to make the ends of their legs sharp, which makes their kicks and stomps lethal.

The effectiveness of their horns depends on their shape. Depending on that factor, they could pierce, ram, or trap their opponent.

Their wings are strong and capable of breaking bones if struck by them.

Physical Observations:

Stars grow slowly. One year of age for humans takes one hundred for them. Because of this, there are stars that have been around since before the planets were formed.

Like everything else in the known universe, stars develop and hit certain milestones as they grow.

When they turn one-thousand-years-old, they grow their wings. This is a painful process akin to a baby teething.

When they turn one-thousand-and-three-hundred-years-old, their horns stop growing.

When they turn one-thousand-and-eight-hundred-years-old, they- *the following paragraph has been scribbled over*

Despite being humanoid in shape, stars do not have organs, feet, or bones. They do, however, have two hot cores that are located where a heart and brain would be. They are the sources of their magic and sentience. If both are destroyed, the star will die.

The core in their head acts as their brain and is the source of their sentience and magic.

The core in their chest acts as their heart and is the source of their emotions.

Due to not having feet, stars can’t walk, so they fly instead. If they are below the age of one thousand or find themselves on the ground, they get around by hopping from leg to leg. They are very agile in this regard, however they lose that agility the longer they rely on their wings, meaning many older stars that fall to the ground struggle to get up.

They are able to control every facet of their body and its lethality, allowing them to interact with Earth. They can touch living organisms with their claws without hurting them, because they subconsciously dull them on Earth. Similarly, they hide their teeth and fangs when interacting with humans, as the sight of them scares us.

When aggressive, their- *the rest of the paragraph has been scribbled over*

Societal Observations:

Stars wear clothes to identify which family they are a part of, as the designs are unique to each family. When two stars start their own family, the designs from both will be incorporated into their own to make a new one.

When stars are looking for a partner they- *the rest of the book’s pages have been torn out*

[bunny-hoodlum]

Alright, whatever personal stuff I complained about in the previous post, I'm over it. It's so unimportant compared to literally everything right now. I was never even really stewing over it relentlessly, if that's the impression that was given. Just sometimes (usually during my period) I'll relive certain convos and such and I'll rly be inside those moments again and I'll remember and act out all the things I didn't say and shit like that. If that's some form of working through it, then cool, but most of the time it feels like a setback. Then again, I've been getting over it quicker and quicker with each time, so maybe I really am working through it. In some messed up way.

Fandom still feels trivial tho. But on the flipside... If everything's going to shit and let's say, I only have a year left to live, how would I want to make use of that time? Would I want to complete all my fics even if it's trivial? All I do now is waste my own time with oversleeping and youtube. But I still feel like I'm not a huge NH fan anymore. Like, I don't wanna write them as if they could be original stories, know what I mean? Like, they get so OOC that it's not even a plausible AU anymore or whatever. Y'see the scaffolds of my analysis paralysis? My brain makes this ten times more complicated, and it's exhausting. I should probably just start lifting weights or go for a run next time I'm trapped in my head. I keep forgetting that's an option.

Oh wow, the tangent is crazy... This is why I shouldn't backtrack to add things. Now the next part has no flow.

I feel like I either get dysregulated becuz I'm around unsafe people, they're not always toxic by any means but they're still not safe for my HSP bitchass. Or... I forget the 'or'. Or I need to learn a lot of things, like boundaries and self-soothing and shit. I dunno, I'm like... An embodiment of the golden rule. 'If I wouldn't do that to you, I'd hope you wouldn't do that to me.' What else was I saying? Oh, I guess I'm only hypocritical when it comes to kinda being a culture-phile, like a hipster. I keep feeling guilty about this one time I was shitty towards this person becuz they love a singular genre or whatever and I... can't paraphrase what I said, I just know it was kind of pointlessly elitist. I still haven't seen Vivarium either and they recommended it to me, and that's not within their declared genre that they say they exclusively consume over anything else.

I have had weird hang-ups and sadness that they can't be themselves around me. Idk how other people feel around me tbh, IDK if I'm actually easy to talk to or what. Idk what my appeal is or my vib, and that's less self-esteem issues and just legitimately being unable to gauge my relationships and trust in them. Until I fall into a trap of comparing how they are with other people, then I'm like... 'Huh. Concerning. Not sure what that means. Now sure how to be myself here either. This sucks.'

I know you get to be diff sides of yourself around diff people and that's normal but I dunno... Overanalysis bullshit. And then I feel unsafe becuz the environment is just totallyyyyy different and the unspoken rules have changed and IDK. So much noise in my head.

Idk if I'm ready to look at any messages still. I am being a coward. My anxious-avoidant ass is like 'You just caused the worst case scenario for yourself. Everyone's gone now.' And is this public diary making things any better? Pfffft, pshaw. 🥲

I gotta be honest, I've kinda been in a 'bunker mentality' lately and I can't even act on it, and it's very lonely. I'll look crazy or put us deeper into debt or whathaveyou but I keep feeling like we're gonna get screwed over soon. Sucks when nobody is on the same page as you, yknow. And I gotta go to work tmw like nothing is wrong. I'm a wage slave, so uh, maybe other ppl who are thinking like me are gonna be there and it's gonna be empty shelves all over again. 🥲 If not tomorrow, then someday for sure.

[mausguild]

Chaotic Mornings in the Class of '09 (Mega post)

Warning! This game features a lot of dark topics that is used as shock humor. I weeded out some of the less extreme statements for a sentence meme.

This is as tame as it gets.

Contains a mix of the OG '09 & Re-UP

👾 ; "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM!?" 👾 ; "I'm traumatized right now, but that was actually pretty good." 👾 ; "He literally just invited me over to fuck." 👾 ; "Uh-- Well I didn't use the F- word!" 👾 ; "Do something, bitch!" 👾 ; "....I said 'the tuna's good today' and you just replied with that." 👾 ; "You're on your fourth wife right now cause you couldn't make it as a photographer." 👾 ; "What's up you whores?" 👾 ; "...Okay, huffing at least one of these should get me fucked up, right?" 👾 ; "Whatever, just a little fun on the side while picking up bitches." 👾 ; "...What the fuck are you talking about?" 👾 ; "Bro, I have done literally nothing to give you this impression of me." 👾 ; "You really think I'm a quirky art girl?" 👾 ; "I wouldn't be surprised if he burned down a convenience store but yeah, he's nice." 👾 ; "I'm not having sex with you." 👾 ; "Fucking you was like, the last thing on my mind... unless you'd want to?" 👾 ; "Okay, we need to get the fuck outta here." 👾 ; "You brought me here to cook crack??" 👾 ; "Yeah, what else is baking soda for?" 👾 ; "Y'know you remind me of my wife a bit. I wanna fucking kill my wife!!" 👾 ; "Shut your mouth before I blow your fucking brains out on the tiled floor!!" 👾 ; "It's a doctor seuss book you fucking dipshit!" 👾 ; "I will not hesitate to fucking murder you." 👾 ; "Why don't you fuck off and finish last, virgin?" 👾 ; "Do you actually wanna fucking fight right now??" 👾 ; "Why would you care about the quality of my ass pics?" 👾 ; "Is there a definition where you blow your brains out with a shotgun while I sit and watch?" 👾 ; "Panhandling pills? What're you, homeless?" 👾 ; "Leave me alone bro, don't be a bitch. Don't make me fight you." 👾 ; "You're just gross? You look like you were breastfed 'till you were 8." 👾 ; "Oh, that's not good.. why are we getting him pizza?" 👾 ; "There's nothing sexy about you, it's just regular harassment." 👾 ; "What're you, my dom?" 👾 ; "Can I tell you to fuck off?" 👾 ; "Fuckin' dumb bitches, I had McDonalds in my room this whole time. Now I have two lunches." 👾 ; "What does making crack do for the community?" 👾 ; "It's get rich or die trying.. I did what I had to." 👾 ; "I'm not gonna burn her house down with expensive gas." 👾 ; "...Are you threatening me in sketchers?" 👾 ; "I'll take the gun you're saving for the cheerleaders and shoot you in the fucking face with it." 👾 ; "Who said we're buying anything? Just steal the shit." 👾 ; "One fish, two fish, red fish, you bitch." 👾 ; "Do you wanna get fucked up or not?!" 👾 ; "I'm gonna call your mom and tell her 'sorry' she'll never have grandkids." 👾 ; "All I asked was 'are you paying for the pizza' and you just went into that." 👾 ; "Yeah long flowing ponytail, very emo." 👾 ; "That was the most weekend dad question you could've possibly asked me."

[moongothic]

Okay, here goes. What's your ultimate Crocodad timeline? You can go as wild or as believable as you want.

I mean I made this timeline chart/post/thing.

But if you meant it in a more "how do you think things actually went down" specific kinda way, uhhhhh. Great question, not sure I know how to answer. Like. The possibilities on what could've happened and how are nearly endless and all those options are so interesting to me. Even if there's ideas I feel like might be more likely than others, or I find myself more invested in some ideas, I can't fully like, dedicate myself to any specific idea for a plot point or a storybeat or anything, especially if there's nothing to suggest if anything even remotely similar could've happened.

Like, say for example, how did Crocodile and Dragon meet? There's literally infinite ways they could've met, to the point I'm not even really that interested in speculating on it, because more likely than not, any guess I make will probably be wrong. Like speculating about something like that feels almost pointless. Compare that to say, how did Luffy end up in Garp's care? While we know like nothing about what exactly happened, we do have any theoretical information (ex: Garp and Croc should not know about each other, meaning there must've been a third party to deliver the baby, and it's more than likely that was Dragon) that we can get to much more specific when speculating about what might've happened. Like there's still plenty of options, but the options are far fewer, which makes the speculation so much more interesting, for me at least

But at the same time, I don't want to get too fond of any idea in because Oda could still prove me wrong and debunk it and I'd be sad if I got like fond of a concept and I ended up being dead wrong lmao

Mind you, for me, a big part of the reason I'm invested in the theory to begin with IS the possibility of it being canon. Like yes Crocodad would and always will make for fun AU fanfics regardless of if it's canon or not. But I am here to more or less speculate about canon.

So between my brain treating Crocodad as this monstrous, gigantic flow chart, and me not wanting to get too attached to any potential path on the chart... Yeah I don't know what to tell you anon, I'm sorry

Like. Just as an example. On how my brain processes this shit.

(Sidenote, this chart is like under the assumption that Croc and Dragon had mutually agreed that their child would be put in the care of Dragon's father. And while that makes the most sense to me by a long shot, technically it's totally possible Luffy was taken away from Crocodile by force by Dragon or something else) (THERE'S SO MANY POTENTIAL THINGS THAT COULD'VE HAPPENED, AHHHHHHH)

Like here, I think the most likely canon scenarios would be the "Respectful Rejection" followed by "Too Stunned To Speak -> It's Bad" routes, though personally I might be most interested in the "It Was Really Bad" route because it'd be really fucked up and sad

So like. Yeah. I have no idea what my "ultimate Crocodad timeline" would be, there's too much room for speculation to the point anything specific would leave the room of Neutral Canon Speculation and just turn into a plain old fanfic, and I'm just here for theorizing

But hey if you wanted a fanfic, here's a TL:DR;

(You know I say this is a TL:DR; but this got so fucking long it almost broke this post. Like Tumblr would not let me save the draft or post it anymore because there's a 4k character limit to "blocks", I had to break this into chunks man)

If Crocodile was betrayed by his crew after losing to Whitebeard and had to kill them himself in self-defence;

Who the fuck knows, maybe by some twist of fate our wounded/dying, exhausted and traumatized Crocodile drifted in the sea and his ship ran into Dragon, the man rescuing Crocodile from the kindness of his heart or something IDK

If the dude had to kill his own crew immidiately after Whitebeard crushed his hopes and dreams, Crocodile must've been just absolutely shell shocked. Depressed and withdrawn, just out of it. So maybe Dragon being there could've been great for Croc's mental state. Maybe. Big maybe.

If Crocodile did turn out to be the Rev Army's Secret Sugar Daddy then perhaps this is how that relationship kind of started: Crocodile could've paid Dragon in cash money as thanks for saving his life, and then just kept the money coming since Dragon had an army to run and needed the funds

(Like we don't know why Crocodile joined the Shichibukai anyways, but if it was only ever for The Benefits of not having to deal with the Marines chasing his ass anymore and if he didn't give a rat's ass about the Government... Like yeah, why not fund the Revolutionary Army, give money to the people trying to directly take down the fuckers while right under their noses.) (Who knows maybe Croc does have his own reasons for hating the WG and had like a genuine reason beyond just being a petty king and/or having basic human decency in understanding why the WG was corrupt and needed to be overthrown)

Thus begins a secret comradery where Crocodile every now and then goes and drops off some money to Dragon to help fund the Army, nobody on either side of the war any wiser (except maybe Iva-chan, they're allowed to be in on the secret, as a treat). It's their secret that they keep for years

Time passes

Whoopsie poopsie Crocodile's prégónánté

The two realize that their kid is going to be in so much danger for a pletora of reasons and that neither can raise the baby. Dragon knows his father would keep their baby safe and they both agree to leaving the child to him (not a happy decision, it's just for the best, for everyone's sake)

Anyway Crocodile's gender dysphoria goes into turbo mode during pregnancy. Maybe he never really realized it was there and/or what it was, but boy howdy, it's there now and it's really really bad. Like, if it wasn't for the baby he might just kill himself (and god knows once the kid is out and taken away, there's not going to be anything to stop him from doing just that)

Crocodile must've gone into hiding during the latter half of his pregnancy to keep it a secret from the Government, and I could totally imagine him being hellbent on being completely isolated. He is a Shichibukai, everybody knows him, he can't risk having even some random doctor recognize him and find out about the baby. Besides, it's not like he can do much while hiding anyways, like he might as well read 150 medical books to ensure he can deliver his baby by himself

(Sidenote but the narrator in OP has called Fuusha Village Luffy's "birth place" (think the term he used was "umereta machi", lit. "town he was born in"), and if that's true, then. Croc should've been hiding in and/or near Fuusha Village in Goa Kingdom. Additional sidenote, there are wild crocodiles in Goa, which are the Sir's favorite food.)

To avoid suspicion and the risk of being found out, Dragon might've agreed to not go see Crocodile during this time, only agreeing to see his significant other after the child was born so he could then deliver the baby to Garp (after not just leaving the Marines but also starting a fucking revolutionary army, the dude probably didn't want his father to find out he had been dating a fucking WARLORD)

But surely he'd think Crocodile was insane if he thought he'd let Crocodile deliver the baby alone. Like no, somebody needs to be there by his side. Someone Dragon could trust, a fellow Revolutionary perhaps. Oh yeah, just send Ivankov, what could possibly go wrong

(Personal headcanon but since we don't know when Ivankov got their Fruit, I kind of want to imagine they ate it just a short time ago at this point and that they hadn't fully realized the potential of the Hormone Fruit yet. Like their genderfluid ass may not have understood the power they now held)

Iva-chan did not know Croc was prénánté, whether Dragon told Ivankov ahead of time why they were being sent to check on Croc is up or debate (if Iva-chan was aware of Croc being their Secret Sugar Daddy though then I'm sure they understood why Dragon wanted and was willing to help out Crocodile in this situation). Croc and/or Dragon probably lied through their teeth about the father of the child if Iva-chan ever asked about it, and whatever Iva-chan was told they clearly bought it since they never knew about Dragon having a kid.

When Iva gets there though they can see right away that something is fucking wrong with Crocodile, in ways even he can't understand. He is so uncomfortable 24/7 for seemingly no reason. So naturally Iva-chan pokes and prods at the dumbass until Croc has a break down and explains his weird feelings he can't even word properly and this is how Emporio Ivankov discovered transgenderism

What's that? You don't like what pregnancy has done to your body, doesn't feel like it's yours anymore? You feel love for your child but don't want to be its mother? Good news, you can be its father instead. Bad news, gotta wait until the baby is farted out. Aren't sure about it? No worries, there's time to think about it, and shit's 100% reversible anyways. Just hang in there for a little bit longer, you may feel god awful rn but that too shall pass

(Maybe this is how Iva-chan starts calling Crocodile "Crocoboy", just to get him to warm up to the idea that he could be(come) a man, get used to it etc)

Crocodile has an identity crisis of a lifetime. Like either he knew since he was a small child that something was fucky wucky, or he never realized it until now, either way, he must not have even been aware of the idea that he could trans his gender (which would make sense if Ivankov only recently got their Fruit just sayin'). So yeah. Enjoy that gender crisis, dumbass

Like he straight up just goes through the five stages of grief before he's like "god dammit if it'll make me feel less like I'll kill myself then it's worth a shot, don't care what Dragon ends up thinking"

At some point Croc must've contacted Dragon at least one final time just so they can agree on when and where they'll meet to hand over the baby once it's born (if Croc doesn't die at child birth. I mean they both know he'll be fine, Croc's survived worse. But if something did happen, Iva-chan will take care of the baby until Dragon arrives)

This is One Piece. Luffy was born at dawn.

Crocodile probably insists on getting the T literally immidiately after the baby is out. If he doesn't just pass out immidiately after giving birth. But like within 24 hours of giving birth. Iva-chan is probably like "Crocoboy you're exhausted, chill, your cooch needs to recover" and he's just like "why wait for it to recover when you're going to get rid of it, just do it"

(Iva-chan probably goes and gets Croc some emergency clothes and like bottles and baby food etc because god knows he's going to burst out of his old clothes and he ain't gonna have the tiddies to breastfeed that baby either)

Anyway he gets the rones and gets to enjoy gender euphoria for the first time in his life. Happy times, happy tears, a happy croc

Dude probably nearly shits himself when he tries to speak as he is now voiced by Ryuuzaburo Fucking Ootomo (even Iva-chan is like "HOLY SHIT your voice dropped") (like they probably agressively try to encourage Crocodile to speak more and let them hear that voice and Croc is like "ssssshhhhhhhhh stop yelling you'll wake up the baby!!")

Anyway he finally gets to fucking rest and relax and enjoy the sheer relief of not just being free of his dysphoria but also his baby boy being born and looking all healthy and happy. A happy dad

(If Crocodile was the first person Iva-chan helped transition, and under these circumstances specifically. I think seeing the guy and his sheer relief would give like Iva-chan a new mission in life. To help people like Croc)

(Ivankov: "It's like a great weight has been lifted off your chest... GET IT, 'CAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE TITS ANYMORE! HEEHAW!!" / 🐊: "If you wake up the baby I will skewer you")

Anyway if the Rev Army member stays with Crocodile for too long there's a risk of them getting found out and that'd be bad, so Iva-chan needs to GTFO (they have better things to do, like overthrow some governments and stuff). Also Crocodile needs to prepare because he can't have the Government wondering where the fuck he's been all these months much longer (god knows explaining his sudden manliness is going to be enough to deal with) and the kid needs to go into hiding. If Iva-chan asks where the child is going, Croc probably won't give a straight answer, just that there's a plan and he needs Ivankov to keep the baby a secret etc (perhaps that could be the blackmail Iva-chan brought up in Impel Down 🤔)

Crocodile gets to spend a little time with his baby boy (before and/or after Iva-chan leaves). Crocodiles (the animals) look after their babies for three months before they're on their own, so at most he stayed with his baby for three months, though I'd argue just 3 weeks, simply because that'd a painfully short amount of time that's just perfect for tragic storytelling

Perhaps that was the happiest time of Croc's life. No stupid Government to deal with, no pirates to fight, no villages to pillage. Just him and his beautiful baby boy. Not even the knowledge of knowing he'd have to say goodbye to his son forever would get in the way of his happiness at that moment.

(Did he ever think about what to name the child? Maybe Dragon had wanted Crocodile to name their child and Crocodile was supposed to think of something while expecting, before the baby was born. Or maybe, knowing he would never see that child again (until the Government blows up) he could not bring himself to think of a name. It'd be Dragon's father who'd look after the baby anyways, Dragon should name him)

Dragon comes. Either exactly at the agreed upon time, or perhaps a day early (dude was too excited and wanted to be with his wife and child, together as a family, even if it was for a day). Whenever he arrives;

See the chart earlier in the post

However things go down, Dragon and Crocodile go their separate ways. Crocodile leaves the island immidiately.

Well. I certainly became absolutely deranged writing this.

HOPE YOU FOUND THAT ENTERTAINING

[bright-tatters]

Tatters #103

Late at night the Cosmos lashed out of the dark of the sky. Constellations marched in every direction; straight up, the milky spill of more distant stars flowed across the heavens.

Evan, rather than studying, lay on a spread-out cloak on a knoll outside the University’s outermost gates. From here it was wild country patterned with city-adjacent settlement for miles.

Beside him, also not studying, lay Audrey la Rose la Fortune. She was one of the first people he’d met at University and was certainly the most responsive to his tentative empathic overtures. She really seemed to like him, really seemed to like the way he made her feel.

Literally.

She smiled upward. “I’m glad Habbamock’s getting some sleep.”

“Are you sure you want to avoid her? She’s paid to see that you’re safe.”

“She needs to rest from time to time.” She nodded sagely, looking up. “My father always told me stories about the stars. He had three civilizations’ ideas about them and he would hop storylines any time I got bored. Like the Scorpion, the Rake, and the Cloak. Same stars, different stories.” She turned her head and smiled at him. “Sorry, you must be tired of my father.”

He sent calming reassurance. “I just know that your father’s your only family. Of course you’re going to talk about him.”

“Very boring.” She smiled, which was every desirable reward for his efforts. “Could you see the stars where you grew up?”

“Yes, actually. I’m from a town a few hundred miles to the northeast. Nothing much to speak of, but at night you’re naked under the heavens. Figuratively. I’d love to show you sometime.”

“Mm, naked plans. I’m intrigued.”

The night was fine, the air still, the crickets staying at a discreet distance. “Remind me how I got you to come out here tonight?”

Her eyes shone in the starlight. “Every psych major’s a little psi. —It’s okay, it’s okay. I know you are, I know half the department is. I was taught to notice when things happen.”

Evan’s panic made a quick couple of circuits of his head and chest, looking for an out. “What, and you didn’t tell me? For six months?”

“You were projecting feeling happy and comfortable. Why would I complain about that?”

“A simmering ongoing social question, believe me.”

“And you really feel bad about that,” she said, as confident as if she had the powers. “Evan.” She rolled to her side and propped her lovely upper body up with one elbow. “I’ve known a lot of dangerous guys. You could beat the shit out of me. You could force anything you want, I’m a girl and you’re, well, an extremely well-built man.” Her eyes on his shoulders and arms almost undid him. “But I have to act like you won’t do that or what’s the point of living in a society? I trust you. Likewise with the empathic stuff. You could probably twist my brain into a pretzel but I believe you won’t. I believe…the things you’re capable of…have an upside.”

“I couldn’t really twist your—” Her hand on his chest shocked. She sat up and ran her fingers down his vest buttons in trails of fire.

“Convince me this is a good idea,” she whispered. “Do your best.”

Dizzy with permission, he reached up and cupped her petal-soft cheek with one hand. He knew what to project: warm, fuzzy, slightly anticipatory, lightly erotic…it was a complicated cocktail but basically the one he was feeling himself, which helped. “How do you like that?” he said.

“Amazing. I’ve never felt so much before.” She leaned in. “Do it so I can’t feel anything else.”

He had heard of empaths that were shackled to provide pleasure on command. He wasn’t powerful enough to do that himself—staggeringly few empaths were—but it spoke to one thing: he had to trust her, too. Either she really wanted him or she was willing to base a relationship on empathic manipulation. As it turned out, this night might exceed his wildest dreams either way.

He felt her mind against his projection: compact, powerful. Its figurative gates were open. Her eyes were open. They were very close. “Ree,” he murmured, “you have to want this.” And providing it felt good, like jumping onto a featherbed over and over.

They kissed. The contact shattered his focus, but she just made a noise deep in her throat and pressed harder. Her mere rational brain, the part unmoved by his abilities, still belonged to an animal.

He forgot empathic powers, forgot being impressive, forgot half a year of false starts and ambiguous looks, took her waist, leaned back and let her follow him. It was a strange, thrilling vulnerability, to have her over him when he surrendered. He teased her with tongue—

There was a strange noise. Then a feather was sticking out of Audrey’s arm.     

“What the…?” they said unison. Audrey plucked it out and squeaked at the motion. It had plainly entered her flesh.

“A tranquilizer,” he said, even if he didn’t understand why one would show up here. “Trust me.” He swept her into his arms and started running toward the city gates. It was a ways, but it was like she said. He was strong. He could do anything he wanted, like get her to safety.

Something seized both his ankles and pulled them together. He went down like a tree, unable even to cushion Audrey. She was moaning something, her limbs laying slack. Drugged.

He spat blood to clear his mouth and nose and kicked hard while trying to re-gather Audrey into his arms. Exactly none of this worked.

“Hey!” he roared. “Hey! Fuck off!”

People, running. Baggy black clothing, three men, maybe more. They spoke. “Which one is it?”

“Both?”

“We can only tranq one. Look at her ring. She does something.”

“Fuck you! Leave her alone!”

“Away we go.”

They pulled Audrey out of his arms. He roared and flailed after them. One stayed to kick him in the side of the head, hard enough to flood his vision red. Then they were all running. Evan kicked some more and rolled onto his back so he could reach his own ankles and try to get free.

But by the time he did, they were gone.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Attention creepypasta fans!

I'm opening halloween requests, more below the cut + short list of rules for reqs!

first of all woh! its been a while since ive really posted! apologies for being a lil.. wiokdmvlkrvm im kinda trying to get back into the flow of posting + this isnt proof read and im tossing this out at 6:30 am

so halloween season has officially begun! yahoo! so i decided, what better way to celebrate than to open requests (that have been open in general wink wink nudge nudge), for halloween themed ideas! obviously it doesnt have to be just spooky stuff, can just be basic fall activities or really just anything; im not going to stonewall non spooky stuff

basic rules, otherwise i will literally do anything really;

no nsfw im sorry :( this is a full sfw blog

general no "no-no topics"

characters who are minors in source will automatically be given platonic hcs since im personally not comfortable writing romantic stuff for said characters; this is nothing against the requester

no spamming please, obviously i cant easily enforce this since anon is a thing (i dont want to disable it since i know asking for reqs can be intimidating) but please be mindful !! same goes for trying to pressure me into writing faster, my brain is a cashew

will NOT write for off3nder or clockwork period, since they personally make admin uncomfortable

i think thats about it! just about everything else is fair game + if you somehow request something that makes me uncomfortable ill let you know!

you can write for singular characters or multiple; and my default is a list of loosely connected hcs ! though i do do short scenarios/imagines ! reader by default is GN and human so if you want a specific gender or type or what of it, let me know ("what of it" referring to specific traits for the reader, think things like. hobbies or passions or even speciies!)

with that said! let the silliness begin

extra extra note; the characters listed in the tags are not the only ones i do!! if i dont know a character youve requested ill let you know too!!

[deimos-awaits]

Ares House - Penal Legionary

One of my inquisitor's retinue

Ares House knew his days were limited. That didn't say much though, he had been born onto a prison Planet to the great grandchildren of the original prisoners shipped to the planet in his family line at least. The planetary governor, also the warden, had given individuals a way out: service in the Imperial Guard and you got to leave.

Ares took it. He cropped his hair close and did his best to bind any present as a man. Men always got recruited more by the guards for these kinds of jobs. Even forced to kill the fellow in front of him, their name was long forgotten. It had been burned out when the hyper aggression drugs the commissars gave him addled his brain. A Salvar Chem-dog, given a rebreather, an absolutely shit pistol and told go. Kill the enemy. Nothing else matters. In battle he was one of the first to always run either at the end of me or away from it it didn't really matter but always matter to him most of survival that was why he'd been doing this in the first-hand place he wanted to get out he wants to survive he wants to live. Whenever the hyper aggression gas ran out in a battle he'd scuttle away, and try to piece together something of that foggy mind something of that foggy mind.

He'd seen several others in his unit get executed by the commissar and the regimental priest for too much aggression chanting the wrong things. How fucking stupid. That's what they were there for wasn't it? Murder in the name of the Emperor to let flow the rivers of blood? His main priority was survival. The worst moment came when fighting heretic space marines. Ares had never seen a space marine before.

These fit the bill as angels of death even if apparently they fought for the wrong power in the world.

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was luck, maybe it was divine intervention. His gas ran out almost immediately. And now he was trapped lucid in an underhive with eight foot giants that wanted nothing more than his head. He was smart though cunning more like it. Years on a prison world and later in the penal legion didn't leave him with a taste for death. And so he hid and ran as fast as his legs could take him. You're still attempted to his best ability to complete the mission firing from the vents, dropping krak grenades here and there scavenging anything to whittle down this warband of monsters.

It was the regimental commissar who eventually found him. The commissary looked surprised he was still alive and almost immediately declared him a coward who was obviously running from the fight. It was true. He was but it didn't matter he had gotten one or two of the astartes.

The commissar was going to take him back to the ship not the rest of the legion had been stationed on. He was to be court-martialed and used as an example.

Then an angel rescued him.

Not a literal Angel it's the same way that the sisters of battle or the priests might know an angel, but the woman who rescued him was tall with skin that was dark and beautiful electricity crackled behind her as she walked.

The commissar began to shout something at her until she flashed a badge. A rosette. An inquisitorial rosette. Ares was now filled with a terror that even the World Eaters could not have instilled in him.

The rest is a blur.

Ares remembers her bringing him aboard the ship that would send me to come home she didn't want to kill him. He doesn't quite grasp and honestly still doesn't quite grasp why his boss didn't but what matters is that she didn't.

Instead she offered him a new name, a new job and after noticing some things in his file something called eicharetea. He took all three with aplomb.

The Penal Legionnaire died there. On the same planet where he had killed. and bested two red and bronze clad marines. Now Ares House stalks the galaxy at the side of an inquisitor.

[koqabear]

HELLOOOO i am back with my (hopefully) long awaited analysis/review!! i don't know what switch flipped in my brain last night but i woke up this morning with such an intense Yearning to read killer instinct after years an entire week and so... i did! i almost want to scold myself for how long it took me to finally read because why on earth was i depriving myself of yet another masterpiece?? literally as i was reading this i thought about how this could be just like that wattpad one direction fanfic that got turned into a movie with how good this is like you don't even get it...

i just finished reading so my brain is kind of all over the place huhu i wrote in my notes again because there's so much i want to touch on but nothing that i wrote is really coherent but i'm going to try my very best to write everything in a way that makes Sense. i think i might just spend an entire hour and a half, or even more, (edit: it took me even more, and not because i was typing but i because i got distracted) just trying to get through everything i want to talk about though because holy shit... there's literally just so much; i think i went straight into my notes just during the first scene where beomgyu and taehyun are trash talking each other just before their first ever fight, and i just couldn't stop thinking about that initial teaser warning about a "healthy dose of homosexual tension" because literally, the first note i wrote down was GOD THIS PLACE REEKS!! (read in the voice of that blue shark from spongebob that's like 'oh brother, this guy stinks!') i love it ofmmgmgng the cockiness. The undertones of homosexuality. Chef's kiss; in response to:

“If anything, I should be the one worried for you,” Taehyun mutters, a fake look of sympathy crossing his face at the thought, his voice patronizing as he continues, “I wouldn’t wanna ruin your pretty face.”

And then the way it just Kept Going when taehyun shows up at beomgyu's mom's restaurant and they're literally bickering at the counter like they're about to start fighting in the middle of said restaurant... you're crazy but i'm crazier because i was absolutely living for every second of it!

okay, in an effort to make this all Make Sense i'm just going to start off by saying i think one of my favorite parts of my whole experience with reading killer instinct was that it was written as if you were to read the alt text to an entire kdrama... which, in hindsight, i guess is kind of what literature for considering some kdramas are based off webtoons or some movies are live adaptations of books? lol? i don't know how to better explain this idea because it already makes sense in my head but i guess i really like the way everything flows so naturally into different scenes regardless of whether there was a cut or not and how you vividly depict the settings of scenes in a realistic way that it feels like the words i'm reading are happening around me or they're something i can easily visualize as if the setting was actually in front of me in the form of a show or movie; and this is something i really enjoy seeing... reading? when i read because i think it's just so so important that, as a reader, i can picture exactly what and where something is going on because not only does it add to the experience of reading, but it also i guess shows (?) in a way, what the writer was imagining as they were reading and... that's important! i feel like a lot of people kind of don't really pay attention to or focus on adding the details to describe the setting or atmosphere of where their story is happening and it's kind of just left up to everyone else's personal interpretation and imagination through word choice, dialogue, and whatnot. okay, so ig little tldr; i really like colorful descriptions! i can immerse myself better that way!

anyways back to the kdrama thing, the general idea of the plot i was getting in the beginning (i was still in that crazy bamtori headspace so my take was still very much centered around him and his existence... sorry <3) was like... it's supposed to trick viewers into thinking they know the obvious which is that the story is centered around beomgyu who's the average mischievous male "lead" — except he's not actually the male lead and they just want you to think he is — who is constantly getting himself into trouble and worrying his best friend, who just so happens to work at his mom's restaurant, sick because she has to go drag him out almost every time and then boom! here comes taehyun, and everything you thought you knew about what you were watching is chucked straight out the window because surprise! the male lead is actually the second one who you just met and not the first one you were suspecting the entire time.

also, kind of in addition to that, i kept getting like... mad at beomgyu lmfao? like mc was taking the words right out of my mouth!

“I asked for your help— three hours ago. Yet you still chose to be a brat and go back upstairs the moment your mother pitied you. You—“ cutting yourself off, you sigh, shaking your head before you’re picking the wet towel back off, turning your back to him, “I hope you realize how much she spoils you.” 

possibly the realest thing mc could have ever said i was getting Real Life Angry because most of the time momma's boy boys (? words) are can be so evil like they'll KNOW they're in the wrong too for taking advantage of their mom's kindness like that too and as i kept reading i would just get more and more angry at the shit beomgyu would say like the whole:

“You know, for a mere worker, you sure are involved in our personal lives.” Beomgyu’s words are hissed out and sting like acid as your eyes widen, gritting your teeth together as you watch Beomgyu sit back in realization— as though he didn’t know what he said until now. 

SOLFHJUSHGJIDURGH... i don't even think you understand how bad this triggered me, like i swear to god when i tell you i have never wanted to jump through a screen and hit a man so badly in my entire life... i genuinely wanted a go at him. you made it so hard to like him at all and be the crazy bamtori i am (this had to be on purposefudhughdrg) i genuinely hated him and before i started reading, i saw another anon send an ask about focusing on his character so i was like omg~ but noo. i literally wrote a note under this part saying, 'this man needs to die and go to hell. Mere worker.... MC IS HELPING YOUR MOM AND YOU LIVE. SHE GOES TO YOUR STUPID UNDERGROHND ILLEGAL FIGHT CLUBS BC SHES STILL WORRIED ABOUT YOUR WELLBEING AND YOUUU.... The belittling is fucking crazy im gonna die of cardiac explosion like a sim if he keeps this shit up' so for the entire first third of the story i was like JIN LET ME AT HIM!!!! also side note, it's kind of funny (as in coincidental) too because the other day i saw these tweets where it was basically like 'i think fathers lose their mind a little bit when they realize their daughters aren't as forgiving as their wives' and one of the responses to that tweet was 'husbands lose their minds a little when they realize their wives aren't as forgiving as their mothers'. now.. beomgyu is neither a father or husband in killer instinct, but he IS (or at least i thought he was at first!) a little bitch, so the way that both statements basically touch on how as men realize there's less and less bullshit they can get away with as there's more women surrounding them, i thought it was crazy to actually... be able to see that dynamic between beomgyu's extremely forgiving mother and mc who acts as this "uptight" older sister (and taehyun's instigating after made me absolutely livid i wanted to bite his head off) who always has to get him out of trouble just made me think of that and i was like damn! in essence, i was once again reminded that i hate men and the patriarchy, BUT as i kept reading i realized there were actually a lot more layers (what did i expect really... like of course there was, it's not a koqabear fic if there isn't insane characterization!) slowly unraveling as we get to the part where more about mc gets revealed and by the time jay was introduced, i had to stop reading just to write down everything i wanted to tell you that i noticed and liked because... seriously just by adding half of the industry into this story allowed it to be so much more jam packed with characterization and layers; i think you did a really good job writing their personalities and back stories and then when applicable, incorporating both of those into their fighting styles with characters like beomgyu and jay for example.

The things he could do with the prize money were endless— he already had a few ideas in mind, thinking back to his hardworking mother and how much she struggled to raise him on her own while still managing her restaurant. Then he thought about you, of the hard times he gave you, knowing how much you feared him going through the same things you did, of turning to a life dependent on fighting and gambling.

i wanted to jump off a building. So bad. and like i said, by the time jay got introduced i had gotten a pretty good gist of everything and i just want to say i love love love how everyone is characterized so differently and how you made it a point to acknowledge so many things when it came down to writing their fighting style and why they do it. i'm genuinely amazed at how detailed and intricate the world building for this fic is. it's absolutely insane. even though there's cliches like the spoiled rotten momma's boy who's an absolute menace to society and says or does things that make you want to slap him silly and tell him, just like many characters in the story had, to just use his brain for once and think. and then the weak kid who's filled with so much rage and a burning desire to protect himself with, what started as self defense, but allows/gets manipulated into having it become an unhealthy way of coping with his trauma and the only way he knows how to express his anger as he becomes the very same bloodthirsty monster he used to fear all those years ago the moment he steps into the cage... it's actually brilliant idk! i think there's just a whole, completely different and deeper sentiment you can get by simply reading it instead of watching it. being able to have this sort of epiphany, whether it was something you intended on incorporating or my overanalyzing, i think my general point still stands that it takes an amazing and extremely talented writer to take something that's generally viewed as a cliche or an overdone trope to the point that it's boring and express it in a way that feels new and even refreshing to read and realize.

like i mentioned before, i think it's just as important that there's characters like mc who feel like they're entitled to stop someone from going down the same path they did and feel responsible when they still do even though in actuality it's not their fault or doing at all, as well as beomgyu's mom like. ugh. i love how despite knowing mc's (and yoongi's!) history with those clubs, given they met there, his mom never once blamed or accused her for beomgyu's constant returns to those clubs or even implied that she was a bad influence on him. even when she gets the phone call that her son's in icu with an infection from getting stabbed at one of those clubs, instead of scolding mc or berating yoongi, two champions of the very illegal underground fight club she had to take beomgyu out of as an adolescent and now see him lay in a hospital bed in critical condition because of his involvement there again... she was happy and relieved to see them and to the point she gave them big ol' bear hugs like T_T i just love the little side found family you incorporated because being able to read the scene which is, essentially, what leads mc to be taken under beomgyu's mom's wing and out of that bad place with something as simple as "and you? will you be alright here?" followed by “if you’re ever hungry, you can always stop by. On the house,” then realize that that very same kindness without judgement she was shown is something she still remembers and cherishes is so beautiful and heartwarming idk like i can't even be ashamed if this is just me overanalyzing and being corny because i ate that shit up! licked the plate clean! not an ounce of anger or judgement in that fictional woman's body... having his mom, be a mom was just kind of the icing on the cake because there was still a character like her who existed in the world you created despite all the chaos within it. also joy too omg even though her time was fairly short, it was still nice to have that just-happy-to-be-here and carefree bubbly personality thrown into the mix of what is already a serious matter like illegal underground fighting, gambling, the welfare of character's like beomgyu; his mom; and mc herself because... like you wrote, mc's only there and out of where she came from because of beomgyu's mom and with him in icu racking up hospital bills from being in critical condition and getting treatment for it, his mom would be subjected to pay for all of that and it doesn't just affect her, but it affects mc too. just knowing that there was so much on the line for them, how mc blames herself for not doing better to save him and the years she's been trying to steer him out of that direction; there was just a sense of realism i experience reading and it was to the point that as i was taking these notes of what to say, i realized that in a way joy's character could even be angering to some...? because there's just so many things at stake and despite the rigorous physically taxing training to make ends meet by putting Everything on the line into this one, extremely dangerous glimmer of hope, there's still someone like joy who can lessen the blow just by existing and being there. This was not at all supposed to be this long but fuck it we ball!

all seriousness aside, because holy shit why did i start making comparisons to the real world when i was just talking about characters and personalities, there were so many times i laughed while reading this because even though. the story's not at all meant to be comical it is like in the very beginning i had to take a step back because no way my babygirls taehyun, beomgyu, jin, TAEYONG, and jeno are all here? also the whole thing where jungkook and mc very Clearly have something going and putting it in a TAEHYUN fic is so sick and twisted!! you know he taehyun looks up to him jungkook! 😭😭😭 the part where they're kind of having a little rival moment had me giggling because like beomgyu, i also wanted taehyun's head on a saucer in the beginning because aside from instigating and being a bitch with an attitude (telling mc to keep her nose out of beomgyu's business) after just having taken a jab at beomgyu by checking him when he said that him and mc are like family i was just. LIKE THAT'S CRAZY!?#@?! the little warning about him being a bitch was so necessary because i got whiplash reading how he'd interact with beomgyu and mc. just a very insane man, but he was still my silly little sharkcat (this is also a crazy thing to say sorry); despite them all being connected to very much Illegal and Shady things you kind of perfectly portrayed what being a "newbie" really is because there's seasoned veterans like mc and yoongi, aaand then there's taegyu. the part where he can't stop looking at where the gun is concealed took me out so bad like this poor boy 😭 he just wanted to fight and win some money fair and square then next thing he knows he's being sent on a mission to get that money back because his sparring partner got set up and, on top of that, stabbed??? HIS ASS DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THAT? also the way this next part flows so naturally had me laughing a little like. I feel like zendaya with tom holland right now but hear me out you were funny on Accident while writing this?

“You know I have a club to run, right?” it’s clear you’ve given up as you mutter a yeah yeah, softly, pouting like a child to the older man, “I can’t have this place running while you’re training that poor kid to death.”

“My regimen has results.” you say defensively, glaring at Seokjin, who simply puts up his hands in defeat, unphased by your attitude as he glances back at Taehyun.

“He looks like he’s about to pass out.” 

the pacing was perfect? so was the forced proximity. LET ME GET ON WITH THIS. okay, so back to the kdrama point i made earlier. that still stands! the late night deep conversations and life stories shared at a convenience store over a bottle of soju and cheap instant ramen despite the whole world wanting to fall apart right under your feet and the sky is willing itself not to come crashing down on you... that's something i love to see! honestly, i think by the time taehyun and mc started making progress...? in their relationship there was already so much i had to process, it was too much for my brain to handle and thoroughly analyze to comment on, so i just kind of blacked out and regained consciousness when there was that kiss of adrenaline from winning and taehyun not being given the chance to process any of it. Also making out in front of a hospital is crazy? in a good way though! still definitely not as crazy as like. literally everything else going on but aside from that i think the laaasst compliment i have is that. you're getting way too good at writing that little turning point where the tension between mc and the member just kind of Explodes everywhere. it was like gyu from camera shy possessed taehyun through the keyboard like. Sorry but the parallel between “How are you gonna make it up to me now?” and “I won just for you... Don't you think I deserve a reward for working so hard?” is crazy i'm sick to my tummysgjdjgdh. I need to be held after reading this – ml

HI!! When i tell you your review absolutely FLOORED me, you were so detailed and went above and beyond with your thoughts/analysis, i feel so appreciated right now i could cry :((( you’re fueling my ego right now, this is a bit dangerous…

as always, i go into detail under the cut ! if it all sounds insane i apologize bc i did indeed go insane a little! 

-[Taegyu and the intense… tension]

ACKSNDKS NO BE HEAR ME OUT. killer instinct was three seconds away from looking like a taegyu fic from how much tension i kept adding 😭😭 when i took a step back from the scene i remembered thinking “holy shit the mc hasn’t even showed up yet” like,,, i had to fight for my life to make her character relevant once she showed up??? this could’ve ended up as a serious bromance if i hadn’t been more careful 😭

-[descriptions and storytelling hehe]

thank you sm for picking up on this omg <///3 i think this story is one where i was really inclined to make everything really detailed? i feel like in a setting and world that intense, the environment is rlly important to include bc it adds to the storytelling!! especially in the opening scene, something must’ve possessed me bc i was just super determined to set the mood properly dksbdkd 

i really appreciate you pointing that out !!

-[i almost made gyu a love interest… (hides in shame)]

omg lemme just say, throughout the beginning of the fic i almost considered adding a sprinkle of unrequited feelings from Beomgyu for the mc, but i decided against it bc the idea of a “love triangle” in a story like this was straight up unnecessary; im so glad i did tho, because it allowed me to focus on a different dynamic i’ll get into in a bit! 

-[turning ml agianst beomgyu ?! / abt gyu, the menace to society.]

HAHAHA UR SO REAL FOR THIS 😭 when i was thinking of how i would write the mc, i knew i had to give her a reason as to why she was such a “bitch” to beomgyu— and lemme tell you, i absolutely despise a mommas boy, specifically one like beomgyu. he’s very childish and spoiled (on the surface, at least) especially bc his mother treated him like royalty growing up. she only gave him the best and always coddled him bc she was all he had and she wanted to give him the best life she could. so as a result, she raised a very rotten kid 😭 naturally, when the mc appeared and began acting as the strong and cold authority figure beomgyu never had, he didn’t really know how to react; which leads to him saying shit he has no business saying and acting like a damn fool. he’s learning, though! 

-[A small look into the mc’s past and how it affected her relationships with others.]

“…fathers lose their mind a little bit when they realize their daughters aren't as forgiving…”

“…husbands lose their minds a little when they realize their wives aren't as forgiving…”

the way that both of those quotes had me in pieces. i think a big reason as to why i like the mc is bc of the relationships she’s made with the choi family and also bc of how she carries herself despite dealing with a lot of trauma. she’s a very strong and independent woman who refuses to take shit from anyone, especially men; i only briefly touch on her backstory bc i didn’t want to write anything triggering that didn’t really need to be written full-depth, but the mc doesn’t come from a loving family— at all. it’s the thing that led her to a life of crime in the first place, which is exactly why he became so protective of beomgyu; he has the one thing she’s only ever wanted, and that’s a loving parent that would go to the deepest pits of hell to rescue him. to me, adding the choi family was like granting the mc rest— which is why she was able to fit herself into their life so easily, and why she makes herself into a sister-figure that keeps beomgyu in line; just so she can prevent him from becoming another ruthless monster in the world. 

-[me going insane over characterization]

again, thank you for pointing that out eee!!! one thing i always enjoy the most about writing is characterization! i genuinely find it fascinating to see how writers bring a character to life, so i find it very important to try and make my own characters interesting and layered 😭 i think my favorite part about having so many characters in killer instinct was the fact that i could add a deeper sense of life through the way they interacted with each other and the relationships they made! who they knew, whether they liked them, the way they acted and talked around/to them, it all aids in characterization !  it’s genuinely one of my favorite things about writing, so you bringing it up means a lot to me <3

-[wow, gyu’s all grown up.]

i think that by the time beomgyu decided to join in the fightx tournament, he really matured as both a son and a friend/family to the mc. sure, he had always used his reward money to help pay the expenses of the restaurant and rent, but it was only because it felt more like an obligation as a son to him— but as he grew older and became more involved in the underground fighting scene, he began to realize just how important his family was to him, even if it was too late to outwardly express it with confidence— even more so when the restaurant began struggling a bit and the mc had to overwork herself as a result. and yeah, he may have gotten a bit blinded and carried away by the prize money from fightx, but he only wanted to give back to the two people that raised him and never gave up on him, even when he grew to be a little bitch !

-[me rambling about fighting styles 😔]

not to keep geeking out abt my characters but i had soooo much fun writing everyone’s fighting styles— it really let their personalities shine through and it made me think about what each character was like on a deeper level. i think joy is one of my favorite (and more obvious) examples, but ya, choosing to do an mma au instead of simply boxing was the greatest decision ever :))

-[my thoughts on movie adaptations lol]

thank you so much, seriously omg :(((( i’m so glad that you think i gave these cliches justice haha, i honestly wondered if jays character was a bit… much..? but i do agree with the whole deeper sentiment through reading thing, because there’s just some things that can only be conveyed through words; i feel like that’s why i’ve found some movie adaptations a bit empty or lacking— because at the end of the day, i feel like even the smallest details and choice words really help elevate a character’s thoughts and emotions, but not everything can be expressed in a movie. 

-[Ms. Choi is literally an angel idc] 

Ms choi is both the sweetest and most emphatic character in that story <3 she’s an absolute sweetheart who, despite everything she’s gone through, has learned to always look on the bright side and not let the negativity get to her— after all, it wouldn’t be very good for beomgyu to grow up with a vindictive and resentful mother, right? in the end, everything about Ms Choi goes back to her son; which is why, during the scene where the mc and gyu first meet, Ms Choi is able to get a good grasp of the mc’s character— even more so when she opens herself up to visiting her restaurant to even working at it. 

all that time of trust and growth only proved to Ms. Choi what she already knew of her (and yoongi, merely bc of the amount of time he spent glued to mc’s side while she worked) and that was the fact that deep inside, all she really longed for was the security and comfort of a good life, surrounded by loving people. and who was she to deny that from her ? <3

-[My weakness, the found family trope.]

if i had allowed myself to, i would’ve indulged in the whole found family aspect of this fic a lottt more. it’s genuinely one of my favorite tropes simply bc it destroys me every time, so the fact that you’re bringing it up is rlly satisfying to me :)) 

-[my thoughts about joy’s character]

i think joys character was also really refreshing to write; someone who, just like Ms. Choi, chose to cope with her situation and hardships by trying to remain positive and bubbly, even if the situation didn’t really call for it. and though her attitude may have made her seem insincere or insensitive, it’s just her trying to keep everyone on a lighter mood instead of letting them get too into their heads— and yeah, she’s definitely had times where people get angry and up in her face bc she seems to take everything as a joke, but that doesn’t stop her from caring in her own, unique way. 

-[thoughts on choosing idols + tyun, an absolute psycho.] 

NO BC IT WAS WAYYY TOO FUN PICKING THE IDOLS THAT WOULD FIT THE CHARACTERS 😭😭😭 like i know for a fact taeyong would be the last person in the universe to step into a shady and brutish place like that, but man does he have to appearance for it ! (along with jeno hehe) 

as for the jk thing….. no comment! ^v^

but seriously, taehyun was a little batshit insane in killer instinct 😭😭 a true instigator and fiend at heart, he barely has the power to control his mouth before he’s spitting out stuff that’ll get him in serious trouble. which,, has happened before, so let’s just say he also got into fighting as a defense mechanism! 🤗 (that is a joke. kinda.)

(ALSO THE SHARKCAT THING IS SO FUNNY BUT ACCURATE???) 

-[tyun, who did not sign up for any of this!!]

no bc i literally had so much fun when it was revealed that the mc was also a fighter 😭 it added another layer of superiority bc she now was both older and more experienced than tyun— so let’s just say the poor dude practically fell to his knees at the memory of him telling the mc she doesn’t know shit about the underground fighting scene skdbdkd 

but the tyun fr just wanted to cope in his own way, what the hell do you mean he’s going up against a tyrant's prodigy??? what the fuck!!

i also enjoyed myself a bit too much when the mc interacted with jin or yoongi, simply bc she could allow herself to let loose around them haha 

-[killer instinct and its lack of romance 😔]

i’m such a sucker for those types of typical scenes lmaooo like… can you tell i’m an avid kdrama watcher?? oooouuuh it’s showing isn’t it. 

but i seriously feel a bit bad for those who expected this story to have more romance 😭 i did think about adding more honestly, but that would’ve made the story longer simply because their development had to be slowww if i was going to be detailed. there’s so many scenes i mentally cut out simply bc i was like “ok i fr should get on with this.” 

one of them being a scene where they visit gyu and the mc gets to see the friendship between the two better— it allows her to see him in a new light and blah blah blah u get the gist huh 

-[my secret thoughts about the smut ahhhh]

making out in front of a hospital is indeed insane and if the parking lot hadn’t been empty the two most definitely wouldn’t have had any peace!! like, hello?? ppl are dying over here!

i honestly did get reminded of camera shy gyu when i wrote that line 🫣 also a little confession, i was not satisfied with the smut like. at all 😭😭😭😭 i felt as though there was so much more room to play around with their dynamic but i just didn’t?? and i blame it on the fact that i was telling myself not to get carried away for the sake of how long it already was 😭 

i actually wrote love fool bc i had finished killer instinct and was in a mood to write a more detailed smut out of pure spite 😭 love fool was neverrr supposed to see the light but i was so frustrated with myself that i decided well, fuck it!

-[ml you are everything to me, thank you </3]

ml (who, as i currently type this, is no longer ml, i guess?) i seriously can’t begin to tell you how thankful i am for this— like, i’ve never felt more grateful for the fact that you took the time to write such a detailed, long review??? you are straight out of a writer’s greatest dream, i will never stop loving the fact that you went into so much detail with this— when i first received your inbox, i started scrolling… then kept scrolling… then kept scrolling…. and when i tell you my eyes widened so bad and my jaw dropped, i had never been so happy while reading a review <3

writing is made even more enjoyable to me because of people like you, who give me the opportunity to share my thought process and talk about universes and stories i absolutely adore <3 you are seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to me on this blog, and i sincerely hope that other writers are able to experience this joy for themselves as well haha 

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okokok i did the 4.2 archon quest thoughts below

i really loved it.... except things involving the whale. the whale's whole part in the story literally ruined the flow for me LMAO when they threw the whole revelation of "the whale wants to eat everyone because it THIRSTS FOR PRIMORDIAL SEAWATER" i was just like. really. REALLY. REALLLLY.

it felt like they just needed to force in a weekly boss and extra lore the way they did it. the overall fontaine archon quest could easily have had nothing to do with a space whale. the lore they did drop through skirk could have been interesting in a different context but it felt so irrelevant here.

that being said neuvillette was pretty sexy when he was like "let us go EXECUTE the BEAST". my guy was MAD mad. also skirk literally chucking childe through the portal was hilarious.

rest of it though. god. loved. well actually beginning and end kind of dragged on but furina's trial (ignoring the whale) was awesome. mixed feelings on focalors but furinaaaaaa FURINAAAAAAAAAA god you could really see how she suffered and the ending where she disappeared because she just wanted to rest... OUGH. also really loved how emotional the encounter between neuvillette and focalors was like i can only imagine the wild mix of emotions neuvillette was going through.

hmmmm what else okay random bullet points

WHAT THE FUCK DID SKIRK MEAN BY REMAINS OF THE THIRD DESCENDER. HUH. HUH?????????????????????

i'm confused how like. geographically it can flood in fontaine. isn't it a raised lake????? if a raised lake sitting on a plateau is flooding what in GODS name is happening to the rest of teyvat. whatever. teyvat has its own laws yeah yeah

the way the whole last part of the arc was like "yeah neuvillette just solved everything with dragon powers." lol. lmao even

i really don't like charlotte lmao

oh MONA was an interesting surprise but also feels like she was there for no reason i feel like they could have done more with her especially since her whole thing is literally HYDRO and FATE

wrio on the boat WRIO ON THE BOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

honestly my appreciation for furina really shot up through the roof. i didn't care much for her before honestly but yeah SHE GETS MY RESPECT FOR THIS ONE.

focalors' hair really bothers me tbh..... the way they rendered her long hair does not suit the bob cut thing furina's model has lol

i can't actually think of anything else my brain is fried. mostly just feeling vast disappointment about the whale but really loved everything with furina and neuvillette rotating them in my brain at high frequencies rn