#// i’ll just yeet someone at u!!

[chaosthrive]

in the spirit of everything, like for a smol starter

[getoutofmytardis]

how do i always forget that i have yeet tattooed on me

[hayleythesugarbowl]

so I know you like just did a Angela x reader one shot and IM SO SORRY LIKE SO SORRY BUT COULD YOU DO ANOTHER ONE can it be like a really sad on like a realllllllllllllllllllllllly sad like I’m saying reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly sad if you could 😭 pls thanks bae and if you need some ideas I got you so what if reader like was in love with Angela but we found out she was going out with someone but we didn’t know it was like only for like two days and didn’t really like them and so we started to distance ourselves from her and it got so bad to where we stopped showing up for try not to laugh or eat it or yeet it to the point where we asked to be a editor or something off screen and that’s all I can think off but have a lil fluff at the end please thanks bae love you have a great morning afternoon or night too❤️❤️❤️❤️

Love Hurts || Angela Giarratana x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ summary: oneshot where you have been in love with angela for months and upon finding out that she is dating someone else, heartbroken, you start to distance yourself from her and everything else in your life

word count: 3.9k

warnings: angst

a/n: i hope you enjoy this love!! i tried to make it sad enough for u, i hope i succeeded 💋 also, since i wrote most of this while listening to taylor swift, i think this is very much i can see you, gold rush, labyrinth, and lover coded in that order!! also i have a smosh masterlist now so you can find everything there 🎀🍓

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     You took a deep breath.

     Today was the day. The day you were finally going to ask Angela Giarratana, your cast-mate at Smosh and crush of the past three months who was maybe, possibly the love of your life, out. 

      Ever since you’d started working at Smosh, you’d been drawn to Angela and her beautiful smile and charming, exuberant personality. After months of admiring her in secret, you finally decided to make a move.

     You liked to think you two were getting closer. Talking more and more and quickly  becoming good friends. You couldn’t be sure how she felt, but you had to take a chance 

     It was now or never.

     You turned a corner, shoving your hands deeper into your pockets as you walked swiftly down the hallway. 

     What’s the worst that could happen? You thought. She could say no. Humiliate you. You could ruin your friendship.

     Internal monologue, not helping, You thought. 

     Shaking the ideas from your head, you tried to focus on something else. You had to be confident. And your own doubtful thought weren’t doing you any favors.

     You rounded the next corner, seeing Angela and Chanse in the middle of a conversation several feet away.

     “Tell me everything!” You heard Chanse say. 

     Angela tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a movement you had observed many times. “There isn’t much to tell!”

     She turned her head, catching sight of you standing there and smiling at you.

     “Oh, (Y/n), hey!”

     “Hi, uh,” you started, “I was just going to—can I talk to you for a second?” 

     No turning back now.

     She walked towards you, “Of course.”

     “I’ll catch you later,” Chanse said, “ when you will finish telling me about last night.”

     You looked inquisitively at Angela.

     She rolled her eyes at Chanse, waving him off, and told you, “Just this date I had last night. So what is it you wanted to talk about?”

     You felt like you’d been punched in the stomach. “What?”

     “Oh, it’s just this person I’ve been seeing, and Chanse wants to hear every a run-down of every date and every detail of our relationship.” 

     This couldn’t be happening. You tried to say something else, but couldn’t find the right words to say.

     Finally, Angela spoke up, “So you wanted to tell me something?”

     “Um, yeah I just, wanted to say that—I have the schedule for tomorrow if you want to see it. I know you don’t check your email often and so I printed out the schedule for you.” You finished, defeated.

     “Oh,” Angela seemed mildly confused, “Ok, thanks! I’ll come by to get it from you later.”

     “Great,” you said, trying to smile. Trying not to show your disappointment. Trying to take even breaths and get out of there.

     “Hey, are you okay?” Angela said, “you seem like something’s on your mind.”

     You. “Nope, everything’s fine,” you got out, “I’ll catch you later.”

     And before she could respond, you turned and speed-walked away from Angela and your conversation. 

     Once you were a good distance away, you let yourself deflate.

     Despite yourself, tears started to cloud your vision as you made it to the first door you came upon—which happened to be the bathroom—and you shut yourself in, leaning against the door and letting yourself cry.

     Stupid. Irrational. You told yourself. Angela had the right to date whoever she wanted. You hadn’t even asked her out yet. But a part of you had thought she’d say yes. That she’d felt the same way about you all this time as you’d felt about her. That you hadn’t been in love with her for months only to have it come to an end like this. And to top it all off, you remembered, now you had to print out your schedule for tomorrow to give to Angela, successfully backing up your lie.

     You pressed your palms into your eyes and willed the tears to stop. 

     You heard footsteps outside, and quickly ran into a stall, locking the door. You honestly weren’t sure if you were in a men’s or women’s restroom, but either way you didn’t want anyone to see you like this and have to explain what was going on. 

     You waited until you heard whoever was in there with you go in and out before stepping out of the stall, rushing to the door, and quickly stepping back into the hallway. You knew you had to film Eat it or Yeet it in a few minutes. But you didn’t know how you could bring yourself to face Angela again—just thinking about your last conversation made you sick. 

     Reluctantly, you made your way back to set and scanned the room, trying not to look like you’d been crying. You saw Courtney in conversation with one of the crew members, Damien and Shayne laughing at a joke one of them had just made, and Amanda taking a sip of her coffee.

     No sign of Angela. Yet. 

     You looked over just in time to see Amanda walking over to you. 

     “What’s up, (Y/n)?”

     “Uh, nothing much.”

     “Have you seen Angela?” Amanda asked you when you didn’t elaborate, “She should be on set.”

     “No, I haven’t,” you lied. You couldn’t deal with reliving the past few minutes right now. 

     As if on cue, Angela walked into the room. “Hey guys! Sorry I’m late,” She called out.

     You looked up at her, but looked away quickly. 

     “Angela!” Courtney called out, rushing over, “Chanse tells me you’ve been seeing someone behind our backs? Spill!”

     You dug your fingernails into your leg.

     “I haven’t been doing anything behind your backs,” Angela said, grinning, “and yes I’ve been seeing someone but—”

     Just then you all got called to start the show and the conversation dissolved.

     “Well, we all want to hear about it later, right (Y/n)?” Courtney looked to you for help. 

     “Um, I—”

     You were saved from responding by Angela exclaiming, “I’ll tell you later, I promise!”

    It was going to be a long day.

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     “(Y/n), are you ok?” 

     You spun around, coming face to face with Angela.

     “What?”

     “You just seemed…distant during Eat it or Yeet it.”

     Distant was one term for it. Living a nightmare was another. 

     You had struggled to make it through the episode, sitting next to Angela and trying not to notice—willing your heart not to race—every time your shoulders brushed or she looked at you. You tried to tell yourself this shouldn’t feel any different—you were still friends and you still loved her in secret. 

     That much hadn’t changed, You thought wryly. 

     Except that you knew she was seeing someone else.

     You squeezed your eyes shut before answering Angela, attempting an ‘I’m fine’ look.

     “I’m just tired.”

    “Alright, well, I’ll see you later to get that schedule…” 

     Shoot, that’s right.

     “Sounds like a plan,” was all you said. 

     “Great!” She leaned in for a hug and you hugged her back, unable to not notice how her hair smelled like mango and flower blossoms. 

     Curse her, You thought, curse her and her perfectly shampooed hair.

     After a moment, you watched her walk away, thinking it was going to be nearly impossible to make it through the rest of the week. You’d just have to go on pretending. Act supportive of Angela and her partner. Act like nothing was wrong. Act like you weren’t a mess inside. 

     Act like you weren’t in love with Angela

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     The rest of the week went about as well as you thought it would. 

     You’d spent the whole time practically avoiding Angela. Turning the other way if you saw her coming. Making up excuses to get out of conversations she was a part of. Keeping your answers short.

     Everything was a reminder.

     Shoots were harder. When you had to act like everything was fine in videos and put on a smiling face for Angela and the public. 

     You didn’t want to distance yourself from her. But it was hard to be around her when all that ran through your head when you saw her was She doesn’t love you and she never will.

     Your other cast mates had started to notice you acting differently, if the “are you ok?”s and the “are you sure you don’t need anything?”s were any indication. You appreciated their concern, you really did. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell any of them the real reason for your distraught state. Still, the worried questions kept rolling in. From everyone but Angela, because you never stayed around her quite long enough to let her inquire.

     “(Y/n), did you hear me?” A voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you looked up, out of your daze, quickly.

     “Sorry Damien, what were you saying?” 

     He looked at you with a frown, “It’s ok, I was just asking if you—”

     Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Angela walking into the room and headed in your general direction. 

     You stood up quickly. “I have to go, I’m sorry.”

     Picking up your bag, you fled the room, leaving Damien standing there, mid-sentence.  

     “(Y/n), wait!” You heard someone call you.

     You kept walking, hoping you could pretend you didn’t hear the voice you knew had just said your name. 

     Angela.

     Eventually, she caught up to you and you were forced to spin around.

     “Ok, I don’t know what’s up, or why you’ve been avoiding me all week…”

     She trailed off, waiting you to explain, and when you didn’t she kept going. 

     “Did I do something?” She looked at you expectantly.

     “I—no, you did absolutely nothing, I mean I haven’t—” 

     “If I offended you in any way, I’m sorry,” she said. “And I’m also worried about you, you haven’t seemed your self lately at all.”

     You sighed. “No, it’s nothing like that, I’m just really busy and I—I have to go.”

     You turned the other way and kept walking, not looking back to see the concerned expression on Angela’s face. 

     Great. Just great. On top of it all, now Angela thought you were mad at her. 

     If she only knew that couldn’t be farther from the truth, you thought.

     You turned a corner and almost ran right into Shayne, heading in the opposite direction. 

     “Hey, (Y/n), didn’t see you there! You ready for TNTL. I’ve got this awesome new bit—ok, imagine a shark goes to medical school…”

     You didn’t hear the rest of that sentence. You’d completely forgotten there was another shoot today. You internally groaned. You’d much rather go home, sit in your pajamas, and enjoy your much-anticipated date with ice cream and Pride and Prejudice. 

     “…and anyways obviously the cheesecake can’t be eaten, which is why the whole place explodes. What do you think?”

     “Um, sounds great,” you said, having missed half of what he said. You continued to walk with him to the set of TNTL. When you got there, an animated conversation was already taking place.

     “I did not say it like that!” Angela was saying

     “Sounded like it to me,” Courtney said.

     “Totally said it like the heart-eyes emoji,” Damien agreed, imitating the face.

     “No,” Angela corrected, “all I said was that Alex was coming to guest star on Try Not To Laugh. Do you hear any heart eyes?”

     “No, no heart eyes. Just Alex, my true love, my one and only, the fire of my loins—” Amanda went on but you couldn’t listen to any more.

     No. This couldn’t be happening. The person Angela was dating couldn’t not be coming here. Now. 

     You couldn’t do the show. You turned to Shayne, “I forgot something, I’m going to go back really quick.”

     No one else had seen you yet. You rushed away from the set, opening the first door you found—a storage room—and sat down on a box, burying your face in your hands. Could this week get any worse?

     And you were crying again. For the—honestly you’d stopped counting how many times since the day. 

     You felt really bad skipping a shoot like that. This was your job! But you couldn’t bear to see Angela with the person she’d been going out with. 

     Hearing about it was one thing. But actually seeing them acting like a couple in front of you—you might actually be sick. 

     You had to figure something out. You couldn’t stay in this room forever. You couldn’t keep ditching shows, and moping around, and avoiding Angela for the rest of

your life. As much as you’d like to. 

     You didn’t know how long you sat there in that closet, letting the tears fall as you contemplated your situation. Finally, when you figured someone would probably start looking for you soon, you got up, wiping the tears from your face, and opened the door. 

     You didn’t know where to go from there.

You were contemplating this when suddenly you heard a noise and, turning around, were met with at least half a dozen faces staring at you from down the hall. You noticed Angela among them.

     “(Y/n)!” 

     “We’ve been looking all over for you!”

     “Where have you been?”

     “You never showed up for TNTL, what’s wrong?”

     “What we’re you doing in there?”

     Never showed up for TNTL. That meant you must have been in that closet for much longer than you thought.

     You didn’t know who’s question to answer first. Or how to answer any of them.

Completely overwhelmed, you did the only logical thing.

     You ran.

     Ok, maybe it wasn’t the only logical thing. But as you dashed towards the back door and your waiting car in the lot, you decided it was worth it. You’d come up with an excuse later, even though it would be hard. 

     But if it meant not having to face Angela today, then skipping one TNTL shoot wasn’t that big of a deal.

     Right?

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     It wasn’t long before one turned into every show Angela was in. 

     The first time you’d blamed it on food poisoning. But by the eighth or ninth you were running out of excuses. Once you skipped one shoot, it became easier to do it again and a lot harder to work up the nerve to be that close to Angela with things the way they were. 

     You knew you shouldn’t be skipping, but the idea had just become so tempting. It wasn’t that you wanted to, it was more that you physically couldn’t bring yourself to show up. 

     You contemplated these things as you sat across from Ian Hecox, your boss, waiting for him to say something.

     “(Y/n), I think you know why I need to talk to you. You’ve missed…a lot of filming. It’s becoming a problem.”

     Your knew that. Which is why you had come to a decision about what to do. 

     “I know, and I’m sorry. I was thinking…I don’t think I want to be a part of the cast anymore.”

     You let that sink in. It killed you. You loved your job and what you did. This decision didn’t come lightly. But for your mental state, it had to be done. Besides, you were probably going to get fired anyway if you missed any more work.

      You continued, “I have loved being a part of the cast here and If there’s any way it could work, I’d like to apply to be an editor. I think I have the credentials to do it and I feel like it would be best for me.”

     Ian contemplated you, “Well, I don’t know what’s brought on this sudden change but if you think it’s best, I can probably make something work. We do want to keep you around, you know. I know everyone’s worried about you.”

     You swallowed hard. “Thank you, I appreciate it. Can I?” You motioned to the door behind you.

     “Go ahead.” Ian smiled at you. 

     You rushed out of the office and shut the door behind you, leaning against the wall. 

     You couldn’t believe you just did that. You’d worked so hard to get where you were. And now, there you were, throwing away your entire career. You steeled yourself. You made this decision, and you were going to stick with it.

     “So, editor, huh?” 

     How had you not noticed Angela standing on the other side of the office door?

     “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just waiting to talk to Ian and I couldn’t help but overhear,” she said, sheepishly.

     “Yeah, I uh, I just think it’s best,” you told her, trying to stay composed. But something about the decision you’d made mixed with Angela standing in front of you looking all warmhearted and beautiful made something inside you break. You couldn’t stop the tears from threatening to pour out and so you turned away.

     “Hey,” Angela said, catching your arm, “what’s up?”

     “It’s nothing,” you attempted.

     “It’s not nothing, you’ve been acting weird these past few weeks and I want to know what’s going on.”

     You tried to respond, you really did, but the tears were falling harder now and you couldn’t make out a response. 

     “(Y/n), come here,” she led you to a chair and crouched down in front of you. “What’s wrong?”

     You couldn’t possibly begin to tell her. “I—I can’t.”

     “(Y/n), I’m your friend and I care about you, you can tell me anything.”

     She was looking at you so intently now. So intently you almost told her everything.   

     How you had been devastated and heartbroken when you found out she was with someone else. How you couldn’t be around her without wanting to cry when you knew she’d never feel the same way about you as you did about her. How you’d began to distance yourself from everything and everyone around you. How you had basically ruined your career over all of it.

     How she could quite possibly be the love of your life, even still. 

     As you stared into her warm, brown eyes and thought, What if I could?

     “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

     “Sorry? For what?”

     “For ignoring you and…and avoiding you.”

     “I knew it! I told Shayne I knew you were avoiding me, and I was right! Dude owes me five bucks,” she looked down sheepishly, “but not the time, I get it.”

     You almost smiled. That was what Angela did. She made people feel better by making them smile, making them laugh. 

     You swiped at your cheek with the sleeve of your sweater. “I’m sorry also for not telling you why I was avoiding you. I promise I was never mad.”

     She waved it off, “I get it, I’m loud.” She shrugged, smiling.

     “No, no that’s not why. I—it’s just—I can’t tell you.”   

     “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to—I just want to make sure you’re ok,” she gently rubbed your arm. You leaned into her touch.

    You took a deep breath. Sitting here crying in front of Angela while she consoled you, a thought ran through your head. A crazy one, but a thought still.

     What did you have to lose? 

     “You Angela, It’s you.”

     “Me?”

     “I know you don’t know this, but the day I heard you said you were involved with someone I was—” 

     You looked up at Angela, awaiting the rest of your sentence. You could do this.

     You continued. “I was on my way to ask you out and—and I know it shouldn’t have mattered to me that you were seeing someone but I couldn’t bear to picture you with someone else and after I knew it was just hard to see you when everything was a—reminder and so that, that’s why I avoided you and stopped showing up to set and I just, I was a mess—I’m still a mess and—”

     You broke off as your voice cracked, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt Angela wrap her arms around you, rubbing your back. You rested your head on her shoulder, letting all the things you’d felt and kept in for the past few weeks out.

     You lifted your head, sniffing. “Sorry, I’m probably ruining your shirt.”

     “Don’t be, it’s Courtney’s anyway. Don’t tell her,” she added.

     You laughed, the first real laugh in many days. 

     As wonderful as this moment was, you remembered what the conversation was about and the fact that Angela was dating someone.

     “I didn’t mean to tell you any of this, ever.

I know you’re in a relationship and I don’t mean at all to—impose or anything—”

     “(Y/n), stop—Alex and I aren’t dating anymore. We haven’t been for weeks.”

     What? “But—”

     “When you heard me talking to Chanse that day? Well we broke up that night. To be honest, I didn’t even want to go on a second date let alone a fourth but,” she threw her hands in the air, making a face. 

     Your couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was she saying that this whole time, she hadn’t even been seeing anyone? But—

     “You invited Alex to TNTL, I just thought…”

     “Alex is an aspiring comedian, I was just helping out.”

     You wrapped your arms around yourself. “Wow, sure makes me look stupid, huh?”

     “Hey, you’re not stupid (Y/n), ok?” she tilted your chin toward her. “You know that right?” 

     You nodded, but looked away quickly.

     “(Y/n), I just, I had no idea,” she shook her head. “How you felt this whole time and all that you’ve been through recently…”

     “I guess I’ve effectively ruined our friendship now, haven’t I?” You awkwardly wiped the rest of the tears from your face.

    Angela looked at you, really looked at you as if she was contemplating something. You remembered all over again how easy it was to get lost in her eyes.

     She leaned forward, until you were inches apart.

     “Well, I’m glad,” she said, her voice quiet, “because if you’ve already ruined our friendship, then it can’t hurt to do this.”

     She leaned in and kissed you softly. You kissed her back with the longing of months and she wrapped her arms around you. You did the same, savoring this moment.

     Everything was a blur. You couldn’t believe mere moments ago you’d been certain that you and Angela could never be. You’d spent months in a depressed state, heartbreak turning into numbness and spiraling and a perpetual sadness. You’d confessed all of this to Angela and found out you’d been making assumptions this whole time. 

     And then you’d kissed her. Were kissing her. And it was everything you’d hoped it would be.

     She pulled away, saying “And that’s a yes, (Y/n), I’d love to go out with you.”

     You smiled at her, a real smile, and said, “I love you, Angela.”

     “Love ya more,” she kissed you quickly and then jumped up, grabbing your hand. 

     “Now let’s go tell Ian that you want your job back.”

     “Sounds like a plan,” you told her, grinning from ear to ear.

     You looked down at Angela’s hand in yours. You looked at the way she was smiling at you, eager to fix your mistakes. You looked at all of the possibilities and all of the memories yet to be made and the love that could only grow. 

     And you were happy. For the first time in nearly a month, you were happy.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope this was what you wanted, happy to give you the smosh + angela content you deserve <3

[cgarttrailsandtails]

Halloween Incorrect quotes! (Eaps, Sams, Laes)

Ships: TwilightDancer (crackship), treasurebox, NatureGator, Lumini, WorkBook (Solar x Nebula), StarShades (Eaps Monty x Ballora)

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Sunshine: I think I may try dressing up as a clown this year for the kids!

Eclipse: you can’t dress up as something you already are-

Sunshine: D:

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Jack: Trick or Threat?

Person: uhh why not treat?

Jack: Okay, threat. Ahem, give me candy or I will use my knife fingers on you! *shows knife fingers*

Person: oh dang! *gives candy*

(Before the next house)

Solar: Jack it’s “treat” not “threat”-

Jack: wha?

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Jack (dressed as a scarecrow):

Dazzle (dressed as a pirate):

ITS THE SPOOKY MONTH!! *cue spooky dance*

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Ballora: this year, I hope I can be your girlfriend for Halloween!

Eclipse: oh yeah, then I hope I can be… dead :D

Ballora: >:/

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Puppet, talking about a skeleton decoration Eclipse has hung up in the theater: Nice! Where’d you get it?

Eclipse: …

Puppet: Eclipse, where’d you get it?

Eclipse: …

Puppet: please tell me it isn’t real…

Eclipse: real? Oh no, I got it at Walmart.

Puppet: oh phew. So where’d the realistic looking crow come from?

Crow: *stares into soul* (it’s real-)

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*Earth and Lunar are shopping at Spirit Halloween*

Earth, holding up a mini raven figurine: I’m sure this guy would like to take a peck (peek) at the decorations!

Lunar: Man I’m dead-

*Earth looks at him to see a plastic skeleton falling over*

Earth: OH DEAR STARS-!

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Moon: hehe *throws fake spider at Sun*

Sun: *SCREAMS like a little girl and runs in the opposite direction*

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Nexus, in the middle of the night (Solar’s room): *materializes*

Solar, having just woken up from a nightmare: Ah! *continues screaming while running away*

Nexus: 🤨 😳

Solar: *yeets chair in Nexus’s face, still fucking screaming*

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Eclipse: hey, trick or yeet?

Jack: uhh yeet?

Eclipse: *throws Jack*

Jack: aiyeeeee…!

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Eclipse: I wonder what I should be for Halloween…

Ballora: Mine ;)

Eclipse:

Eclipse: yeah that would be pretty scary-

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(Setting up for a Halloween party)

Lunar: *phone dings* Oh, it’s my brother!

Monty: ooh, did he get me the stuff?

Lunar: yep, he says he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and… 12 gallons of blood.

Monty: wow, where’d he find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Lunar: you wanted fake blood?

Lunar:

Lunar: I’ll go call my brother…

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Foxy: why’d you two dress up as each other for Halloween?

Puppet: Eclipse is the scariest thing I can think of! (Trying to be nice)

Eclipse: Puppet told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.

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Dark Sun: what do you want to be for Halloween?

Ruin: Loved.

Nexus: don’t do that-

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Earth: why is there blood all over the place?

Eclipse: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife

Earth: YOU STABBED SOMEONE?

Eclipse: no no, I aggressively poked them with a knife.

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Moon: I’m going to wear a trash bag for Halloween so when people are like “haha you dressed up as trash” I can just say “close but I dressed up as my dad”

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Lunar: Jack, you think every round fruit is an apple.

Jack: No I don’t

Lunar: *holds up cherries* what are these?

Jack: tiny apples.

Lunar: *points to a pumpkin* what is that?

Jack: a Halloween apple.

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(At a pumpkin patch)

Dazzle: Jack, where did you go?!

Jack: *holding up a big one with all his might* P U M P K I N

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Lunar: Don’t make me unhallow your ween!

Jack: NOT MY WEEN

Monty: I really don’t understand them sometimes…

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Earth: Wow, Monty! Where’d you get all these fake skulls from?

Monty: …Fake?

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Earth: What do you guys want to be for Halloween?

Lunar: Respected.

Nebula: Appreciated.

Solar: At peace.

Earth: … I was gonna be a cat-

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That’s all, happy Halloween!!

[actualbird]

you probably already saw this in ur notifs but i have been OBSESSED with everything tot you've posted ever since my tot obsession came back. like. OH MAN I VIBE WITH YOU. YOUR IDEAS AND DISCUSSION OF CHARACTERS. CHEFS KISS. poly ot5 is my everything especially bcs it gets DEEP into every one of them :D

and i was thinking about mc's parents meeting nxx. in a scenario where maybe, they need researchers and for some reason or whatever they need someone personal, who they can fully trust including maybe some nxx stuff.

luke looks at mc. mc looks at luke.

well, if marius von hagen needed them. surely they'd be allowed to leave the program maybe temporarily.

and that's how vyn, artem, and marius have their internal parental issues brought out in full force at the sight of mc and luke with mc's parents. like they're just coddling them in the Parent way and they're both enjoying it as a Son and Daughter would. and those three are just like Oh. Wow. That Looks Nice.

artem has both parents but like based on how he's lonely as a kid i know these sorts of interactions were surely few and far between. he would Not be so emotionally repressed. marius has a loving dad but a dead mom who people blame him for and austin has said himself that he Represses. like marius. and vyn? Disastrous. yeah they would be having a Moment with that sort of scenario

and the Moments they will be having when the parenting goes to them too. because i think mc's parents are the type to parent their kid's friends too. they see these sad boys and think. Adopted.

SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG ASJJFKWKS it's just given me a lot of Thoughts.

hello hello, and HAHA YEAH i did see in my notifs a lot these past few days!! im so so glad you enjoy my tot stuff, i was particularly surprised that u even managed to get to me super early posts. it makes me rlly happy to see even those still enjoyable now ;w;

also pls this idea is lovely, has such fertile environment for BIG FEELS!!!!

i rlly wish we knew more about mc’s parents in canon. like i understand that theyve been yeeted into the void for narrative/player-insert-ambiguity purposes buT I HAVE A GREAT NEED!! TO SEE THEM COME BACK!!! ALL THE INTERACTIONS WLD BE LOVELY

and gosh yeah jkvkjHVJAHFKS 3 SAD BOIS R IN GREAT NEED FOR SOME FAMILIAL LOVE!! it makes me really emotional thinking about how artem, vyn, and marius have less than stellar parent-relationships for all the reasons u mention. it’s either absence, neglect, or something else altogether that just resulted in a childhood where their parents couldve been better. they werent the worst parents in the world, but they all couldve been better.

(sidenote: “and vyn? Disastrous” THATS SUCH A FUNNBY ONE-LINER FOR HIS PARENT SITUATION AKJFHVSOFAISLVALIUBA)

im So For mc’s parents vaguely becoming pseudo-parents to the other three. i mean, they already did that with luke, whats 3 more neurotic grown men?

(sidenote 2: i joke sometimes that luke is unintentionally very good at collecting father figures. aaron, that Bar L owner, a bunch of mentioned NSB seniors he worked under. people see luke and go “wow is anybody gonna son-ify that young man” and then they dont wait for an answer, they just go for it)

itd be sweet and also entertaining if mc’s parents invited them all to a dinner. i mean, the nxx boys are the people she hangs around The Most so it’s basically like meeting her friend group! her….really weird and varied friend group who REALLY want to make a good impression.

[outside of mc’s apartment, artem, marius, and vyn stall on ringing the door buzzer]

marius: ok so before we go in, i wanna ask…….what gifts did u get her parents?

vyn: this better not be a way for you to flaunt your gift

marius: it isnt! im genuinely curious!! and also hoping i’ll be less nervous if i know what you guys brought!!!

artem: i bought a kitchen knife set and sharpened them myself

vyn: i purchased the best bottle of wine i could

marius: …cool. cool cool cool cool those are lovely and reasonable gifts and now im realizing i should uh. tone mine down.

artem: huh?

vyn: what on earth did you get?

marius: it’s fine, dont worry about it, im getting vincent to drive it away right now

vyn: WHAT

luke, phasing into existence behind them without a sound: so are you three thinking of going inside any time this century?

artem, marius, vyn: AAHH

itll totally be a fun dinner all together HAHAHKJAVFKJHAS

[pearlsndrugs]

The funny part is I didn’t know I was making you numb or happy through my pain. You didn’t live long enough for mine. No one asked for an apology but the fact you’re probably waiting for me to give you one basically is beyond me. You’ll never know me, I have to be the one to yeet myself from you when you don’t want me to sometimes. I guess that means we r toast for never giving birth to u or being the host of ur escaped ass. I have always been the real life girl you knew, little big or tired. You just didn’t know me well enough to know I’m the one that made you so grown at birth, no you don’t not date neither do I but if you could just listen.. I mean I have had it with his covert them all into Christian’s again plan. Here’s the deal: Jesus Christ was hung on a cross, got his drugs taken away instead & was stoned to death. Ted bundy was held hostage paralyzed in jail (or not to him) (and everyone in Pensacola that usually doesn’t have electric chairs) until he got a burnt piece of toast and stale coffee for his “last dinner”? What does this mean? Who took him and the electric chair? Why is someone looking for his body? Can you stop trying to take other beings prey or are u just stinky????? Like you’ll never know who I love here or not.. everyone hates the right people even like just stop— unless they hate themselves! :o when u realize the fainting was real at first you get I’ve been a legend and all around since the beginning of time. No u can’t take ur mom to hell for creating a bunch of kids from me that hated you that probably had to have a fake aura and shit to talk shit. Luckily I can see them and if they’re conscience like u don’t know me. Maybe it’s me after the room is filled of energy to make sure no one gets fuckin taken. Talking about keep me here to make sure I’m not. It’s not to identify you or me; I don’t go. I make sure you and ur little friends do bc I’m a woman. I could get a man to do anything with me ur just mad to have my stalkers shitty leftover and the stalker sometimes. U don’t know the shit you’ve done to yourself trying me but I’m just going to believe you thought I was dumb. Like you didn’t even know the right answer at first & this is why I respond as you bc I know. No it’s not an every mother thing. No you could never be like me there’s no fucking reason to be you’d just kill everyone I’m sure (still).. no way rn you’re mad to not be a pedo like everyone else like lemme just say hell no & im mad u still make the world upset when u hit on me but that’s my explanation dude.. btw lemme find out I’m hiding secret gangs and all from u hoes? Lemme find out I’m a boss ass bitch and so are my lil gangster mommas !! You guys wanted us to raise our little boys & girls well I needed love so I hope this isn’t why I’ve found it but damn I’m done with the boys. Talking about be my secret lover or not or I’ll ruin everything bc ur my mom. Dude you don’t even know who has stalked who anymore— & I don’t care honestly.. not. like “Ted Bundy” wasn’t enough it’s ok he just looks like a pedophile rn too with the way he wants them to have justice—.. but I didn’t see him complain once and is glad to not be one. Lol rip. Talking mad shit when I know who the kids are and u don’t one day incase u escape.. prove it! Like she wouldn’t, admit it’s me. Admit you needed Satan after you tried to make yourself Santa. This is when no one trusted him and was glad it was their parents and loved their parents. Low and behold our other child never died over this but is hidden to not believe she’s in love with her dad. I’m sure Ted’s pissed but soundproofed lol. I’m not fucking dealing with that shit again. Imagine you never had friends or did u? Like grow up. You found a bunch of baser creepies to chill with and then lost ur mind over one of them trying to sell you your mom. Thanks. But then y’all are trying to what? Excuse me? And this is what he’s been doing to the ones you love. Just know you’ll never be more executed than the serial killer “unknown”.. some can remember but haha—

[nothingweirdhere]

What Month Matches Your Personality? by bardbreakfast 

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[sahinechan]

Third years as incorrect quotes (ft.Mc/Yuu)

Mc/Yuu: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?

Cater: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

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Lilia: Did you like the food I made?

Mc/Yuu: No, not really.

Lilia: But I put my heart and soul into it!

Mc/Yuu: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

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Lilia: Alcohol is delicious! ...I mean, MAlicious. Sorry guys, I’m really drunk right now.

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Rook: I just want someone to take me out.

Lilia: On a date?

Idia: With a sniper gun?

Mc/Yuu: Both if you're not a coward.

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Malleus, near tears: Please, Lilia, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

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Leona: I hope you have an explanation for this.

Lilia: We have three actually-

Rook: Pick your favorite.

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Mc/Yuu: Hey Lilia, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this.

Lilia, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah?

Mc/Yuu: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Lilia!

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Mc/Yuu: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

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Mc/Yuu: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Rook meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

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Cater: Can we go to a haunted house?

Mc/Yuu: What’s wrong with the one we live in?

Cater: Wh-what?

Mc/Yuu: Goodnight, Cater.

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Lilia, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

Malleus: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.

Lilia:

Lilia: Water you doing?

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Mc/Yuu: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Trey: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Mc/Yuu: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

Trey: But I heard a siren.

Rook: That was Cater.

Cater: Sorry, I got nervous.

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Mc/Yuu: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Lilia: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Mc/Yuu: No, like, U R A Q T.

Lilia: Awwww!

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Trey: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

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Mc/Yuu: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence.

Trey: ...Don’t you mean benevolence?

Mc/Yuu: No.

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Rook: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Mc/Yuu: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Vil walks in*

Mc/Yuu: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

[give-me-a-minute-to-think]

so i’ve been reading a frankly absurd amount of batfam fanfics the last half a year or so, as you probably figured by now, and there’s a specific thing that a lot of fics do that always makes me feel a little weird, not like a bad weird, but just, like, ticks me off a little, and i just read it one too many times so i had to come share it somewhere bc i feel like i’ll go crazy if i don’t say it, but. like. a lot of fics have damian and jason call each other “akhi” (اخي) (my brother) bc like their time in the league idk i guess they speak arabic there but i dunno dudes i don’t really care. anyway. i don’t know about arabic, but the word for My Brother in hebrew is the same (אחי), and in here it is not really something you say when you’re... serious? like, it’s like saying dude or bro or man. “good morning akhi whats up how are you man” but not like. the heart-to-heart shit they do in the fics. like maybe some people it will work with their style, but imagine damian looking jason in the eyes and calling him dude, and that’s essentially what i go through every time i read this trope 😂 it’s not bad, necessarily, it just kinda yeets me out of the moment when it happens bc, idk bro, i cant really take that mental image seriously.  if someone who speak arabic reads it, pls say if this is the same with you guys!  anyway yeah im not saying u should stop using that if you like that, i just had to put out into the world the kind of fucking whiplash it gives me everytime bc i am being handed so many psych damage guys. dlkdjfjskjselfkjs

[captastra]

Did u want a prompt from that list? If sooo....... For Rhea/Felix maybe 8 from the fluff and/or 2 from the angst? If not, feel free to yeet this into the sun!

No thank you so much for this! Here's a little angst for Rhea and Felix :) Read here on AO3!

“When will you come back?”

Felix made his way down the stairs, taking slow deliberate steps as he moved. He glanced down at his foot, a makeshift cast holding his ankle in place. It wasn’t the first injury he had ever had, not by a long shot, but this one was the most annoying.

“Alright, you two ready to head out?”

Glancing at the boarding area, Felix watched with annoyance as Rhea, Max, and Nyoka got suited up to go out for another mission. They were heading to see Hiram again, of all the people, and Felix had gone and gotten himself injured.

“Just about,” Nyoka was saying, checking her weapon before strapping it to her side.

“I’m surprised you’re going back to see Hiram again so soon Captain,” Max said while he faced his own locker. He looked over to where Rhea was and gave her a knowing smile. “Maybe you don’t need—”

“Max!” Rhea’s head had snapped up, her green eyes were bright even in this light while she glared at Max. “You know why we are going back. After what happened with Felix, we need to make sure we have all the information needed before we continue going deeper into Monarch.”

Max continued to smirk at Rhea, making Felix’s already sour mood grow worse.

“Careful now, lover boy here might actually hurt you this time if he hears you implying something.” Ellie’s voice came from behind Felix.

“Ellie,” Felix hated how whiny his voice sounded, but she had a point. He <em>didn’t</em> want to hear about Rhea going off to see Hiram.

Ellie shrugged. “What? We all know it. Now are you going to move or keep me stuck here on the stairs.”

Felix glared at her for a moment before turning back to the stairs and continuing to make his slow way down the stairs. The others started to speak up again, checking gear, Parvati pointing out some new thing she had added to Rhea’s gun.

Having finally made it down the stairs, Felix watched Rhea as she listened to Parvati talk. He loved watching her in these moments, how she gave her full attention to someone when they were speaking, like they were the most important thing in the world.

After Parvati handed Rhea back her gun, she looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back at her, forgetting for a moment what was going on and simply enjoying the way she made him feel.

Until Max spoke up. “Captain, we really must be going.”

“Yes, yes, I know. Let’s get out of here.” Rhea gave Felix an apologetic smile and started to follow the others out the door.

“Wait!” Felix stumbled forward, reaching his arm out to stop her. “When will you come back? I mean,” he paused, ignoring all the eyes that were on him now. He only focused on the ones that mattered. “You only just got back because of…well, you know,” he motioned to his leg.

Quiet laughter went up around the room, even Rhea gave him one of her soft smiles. She stepped forward, the armor she was wearing somehow accentuating every one of her features that Felix enjoyed.

“I’ll reach out once we get to Hiram’s. Might be a few days, a week at most, right Nyoka?” She glanced over her shoulder to where Nyoka was leaning against the door to the decontamination chamber.

“Yeah, give or take a few days. We’ll be fine,” Nyoka stepped forward, placing a hand on Felix’s shoulder. “Don’t worry kid, we’ll make sure Rhea gets back and Hiram doesn’t keep her longer than necessary.” She gave them both a wink.

“Ha, ha,” Felix said, rolling his eyes.

Rhea shook her head as she loved. “See, we’ll be back before you know it. Now hold down the fort and make sure you and Ellie don’t drink all the alcohol while we’re going. I don’t think Nyoka will take too kindly to that.”

“You know me so well Cap,” Nyoka laughed, patting Felix’s shoulder one more time before walking away.

“You better let me know when you get there and not let Hiram keep you there longer than you need to be,” Felix said, enjoying how relaxed Rhea was in this moment. He remembered how she had been when he first joined, willing to listen yet there was always something about her she kept walled off from others. “Or I will come after you.”

“Ha! I’d like to see that.” Ellie said from behind them. “Don’t worry Captain, I’ll make sure Felix doesn’t go off on some grand adventure to save you while he’s injured. Just come back in one piece.”

“I will, I will. I’ve already survived this long in Halycon,” Rhea looked at all of them with surprise. “I’ll be ok now. I promise.” Rhea directed her final words at Felix, making his heart pound even louder in his chest.

“Good.”

With a final nod and one shared look between the two of them, Felix watched as Rhea and the others set off out the doorway and into Fallbrook. The thought of Rhea with Hiram stills et Felix on edge, his imagination already running wild at what could happen. The way Hiram looked at her had set him on edge, even more so when Rhea seemed to reciprocate whatever Hiram was saying with ease.

But there was nothing he could do about it, and he could only hope enough serials and alcohol could make him forget.

He knew it wouldn’t.

[hyvcklvr]

hellooooo~ i like ur works so much!

can you do wicked games - kiana ledè, the member is Jaehyun! and for the genre, i’ll leave it up to u ❤️. bcs any genre u do, is always purrrfect!!

hope u see this, thank you~

Wicked Games

Title: Wicked Games Pairing: Jeong Jaehyun x reader Genre: fluff, slight angst, suggestive

Warnings: use of curse words, fboy!Jaehyun, mentions of sex but no smut.

No bcs THIS REQUEST WAS SO SWEET 😭😭 Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it 💚 I went with the suggestive genre bcs the lyrics gave me that vibe. Even though the story is low-key not matching that much with the lyrics yeet-

Requests opened<33 Check out my song request event~

Other fics from the song request event can be found under the tag "#song request event". -----------------------------------------------------------------

It wasn't even a ‘Friends with benefits’ relationship.

Whenever he had a bad day, he would call you up, only to screw you and let you go.

And you let him do it, blinded by your love for him, even though you were totally aware that he was just using you. He was known to be the campus' fuckboy, just one with perfect grades.

It was the same thing once again. Lying on his bed, wearing only his shirt, with him lying beside you, both of you catching your breath.

You knew the routine by now. Go over, fuck, leave. With a deep sigh, you slowly got up from the bed, still wearing Jaehyun's t-shirt.

“Where are you going?” Jaehyun asks softly. “Home.” You said, in an 'isnt-it-obvious' tone. You went to the bedside table, which was beside Jaehyun, and grabbed your phone, and you were about to go to the bathroom to change your clothes, when you felt someone hold your hand. You looked back to see Jaehyun holding your hand and staring up at you.

“Don't.... Don't go. Please stay.” He said, his voice unsure yet firm, you didn't know how. “What?” You said, refusing to believe he would say something like that.

Jaehyun pulled you by your hand into the bed, and he was strong enough, so you fell on the bed right beside him, your head landing perfectly on the pillow. Jaehyun wrapped his strong arms around your body, surprised that you weren't trying to escape from his grip. Truth is, you were too fazed to even move. Was Jaehyun really doing this?

“What...are you doing?” You asked in disbelief. He held you with so much love, so much affection- you didn't wanna get tricked and hurt. You needed to know it was genuine.

“Hey, I know I'm bad but am I that bad?” Jaehyun said, bitterly laughing out. “No! No I just.... Didn't expect you to do it.”

“Would you ever date someone like me?” Jaehyun asks, and you almost cry at how broken he looked at that moment. He's misunderstood, you know that, and he even misunderstands himself. He hurts you, but he also hurts himself.

“Jaehyun- you use me for your own advantage, fuck with my feelings and leave me, used and broken. You aren't friendly with me, and don't even spare a look at me unless we're in bed and yet...” You paused, taking a deep breath. Jaehyun looked down, already expecting a negative answer.

“....And yet, I still can't help but fall in love with you. It's bad. It's so so bad Jaehyun, but I'm addicted to it. To you.” You say, your eyes flaring in anger, sadness, betrayal, and yet, two things never leaving, love and sympathy. “Why..... Why do you do it?” You ask.

“I'm not good enough for you! I'm afraid of hurting you even more. I can't show my feelings. The only time I can have you close to me is during sex. All the rumours about me screwing every girl on campus- fuck, none of them are true. You were my first time, and.... And I don't know, if you'll be my last or not.” He says, and you see him crying, for the first time ever.

“Jae.... I know that you are more than good enough for me. I didn't know any of this. I thought you were using me, I thought that you were only playing wicked games with me.”

You wrapped your arms around Jaehyun's body pulling him into a hug. It was your first time doing something affectionate with each other, and it felt heavenly. Jaehyun breathed in your scent- he couldn't get enough of you. “I love you.” He says, his face still buried in your neck. He pulled away and held your hand. “I don't want to just do it with you. I want it to mean something to us.” “I want to make love to you.” He said, looking into your eyes, full of love and passion, and you smiled, you couldn't be more happier.

And this time when you kissed, it was a kiss of genuine love, and not just wicked games.

Masterlist

[cale-need-self-love]

Cale piss off bc someone loot his retirement money

Cale YEET god of dead book

God of dead: OUCH WTF I WASN’T EVEN THE ONE WHO STOLE YOUR-

Cale: stfu *smile but his eye are on fire*

Cale: Ron and Choi Han let leave-

Cale: WHY ARE YOU HOLDING THE KNIFE AND LOOKING AT ME???

Ron: so he stole young master money?

Cale: y-yes..Please stop pointing your knife at me..

Ron: AH! sorry young master nim

Cale: and you Choi Han

Why are YOU angry?? He didn’t do anything to u??

Choi Han: your house OUR house

Cale: sure

Choi Han: Your room OUR ROOM

Cale: huh..?

Choi Han: your problem OUR PROBLEM

Ron: wow i finally agreed with this dumbass for once

Cale: no? It’s my problem,i will solve it myself

Ron: no :)

Raon: NO HUMAN ITS OUR PROBLEM

Choi Han: *too angry to hear Cale and other* your money OUR MONEY

Cale: huh??? HEY NO IT IS MINE

Choi Han: *Flinch* huh-?? Oh OH SORRY I SAID THE WRONG THING

Cale: you better fucking be!!… *angry but can’t do anything*

*scared that Choi Han will beat him up* never mind…sigh..

Choi Han: hehe sorry Cale-nim..

Raon: oh oh i want to join!

Cale: we don’t have time,my poor money..

Raon: or I’m saying the F words

Cale: GASP NO

Choi Han: *look at Cale*

Ron: *look at young master*

Choi Han and Ron look at each other and nob their head

Ron: hmmm i sure wonder who made the child know these swear words,young master nim? :)

Cale: *scared and fake cough* fine Raon just be quick..my money is on the line here..

Raon: OK OK

Your Cale, Your young master, our human!!

Cale: (that’s cute but my money..)

Choi Han: *smile innocently* yes my Cale-nim our Cale-nim

Cale: ..

Choi Han: *look at Cale confused but continue to smile innocently*

Raon: YES OUR HUMAN

Ron: (WHEEZE) *but smile to hold in his laugh*

*actually did such a good job nobody can tell he’s laughing inside*

Cale in Korean: mf really just said some fruity shit without realising it..

Choi Han didn’t hear bc he was getting ready to get the thief

Ron and Raon don’t understand Korean

Alberu: WHEEZE AHHAHAAHAHA HAHAHA PFFFFF

(I’m so happy i know the basic Korean words at least)

Cale: HOLY SHIT WHEN WERE YOU HERE???!!!

Alberu: i heard you said money so i thought you might need me

Cale: hyeong-nim.. *eye start sprinkling*

Raon: SHIT!!

Cale: *Flinch*

Alberu: *Flinch* pffff WHEEZE

Here’s a gold coin for making me laugh

Cale: *sad smile* thank hyeong-nim…sigh I have fail as a parents..

Ron: sigh

I’ll get a parents book when we caught the thief

Cale: OH RIGHT THE MONEY FUC-

Choi Han: CALE-NIM *fake cough*

Cale: wait Raon NO-

Raon: FUCK

Cale: *scream inside*

Choi Han: *hold in laughter* pffff..

Alberu: *hold in laughter* pfft

WHEEZE

Choi Han: WHEEZE

DAMN IT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LAUGH STUDENT-NIM PFFFFFF

Alberu: IM SORRY INSTRUCTOR-NIM HAHAHAHA

Ron: *smile in disappointment*

Cale: *scream in pain Internally*

Raon: *smile and feeling proud* hehe

Cale: *crying and sobbing internally* that’s not something to be proud of..

Raon: This is revenge

Cale: *flinch* huh?

Raon: THE SEAL TEST

Cale: it was just a emotions test?

Raon: THE MOTHERFUCKING STICK

REMEMBER????

Cale: *flinch and look at other: uhhh that’s uh..i was ok tho..

Everyone: *look at Cale with vicious gaze*

Cale: *shivering* L-Let’s just get my money back..

[dreamrecorder]

Ok so- idk if you’ve seen demon slayer;; but there’s this episode (it was during the spider fambam arc) aNywaYs- so like. Rui yeets ties* (i guess-) Nezuko like. Up in the air. With his weird spider thread jazz— and like. It’s sHarP weird spider thread jazz— so she’s like. Yknow. Being sliced and diced with string— but it kindaaa reminds me of like. Xiao. And his like.... weird... sad.... uh. Karma. Thing. Like y’know where he’s like hanging from his arms- red stuff. Yeah. So like. Now for the actual request

Xiao’s s/o (female if you don’t mind;;) gets kidnapped by like— the fatui or smth. And they tie her up like Nezuko :D to be like “lol haha Xiao be all like-” and she’s just. Like. Dying. Slowly. Dripping b l o o d and yknow. All the tea. And Xiao comes to rescue her— and he’s like 0-0 “wait...” and he realizes that’s like- exactly what happens to him- and so. He beats the fatui’s butts saves his s/o, anddddd she like.

Idk. This is where I need your angst expertise ❤️ like- she could d i e. In his arms. And poor Xiao would be so scarred omg poor thing- BUT THE ANGST- but at the same time;;;; the f l u f f of him being able to save her just in time and she was like fighting for him the whole time or whatever and ended up needing him to save her anyways- and then Xiao feeding her almond tofu until she gets better ❤️❤️❤️

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG- im probably going crazy from lack of sleep from reading fics for too long sndndnsnsj

But if you do this,,, BLESS YOUR SOUL I HOPE TO EITHER BALL MY EYES OUT OR SQUEAL FROM THE WHOLESOMENESS-

Anyways.... thank you! Have a stellar day~ ✨❤️

The heart yearns and the wind heard

lmao this ask is so adorable i hope you’d enjoy this ksks

anyway, full Angst train up ahead but there are moments of Fluff too. There are mentions of blood and violence if those are not your thing- dont worry guys, this goes with a happy ending cos you and Xiao deserve one~ on a final note- non canon compliant and suuuuuuper long- like- legit this is very long

The Yaksha sighs.

He’s here again. His mind and heart has returned his being into this crimson world his demons have created within him.

He feels it. He feels the corruption binding him tighter again for every death he brings by his tainted hands.

He looks at his bindings. And ever so slowly, the red and black coiling around his person will eventually reach his heart.

One day, he thinks, all this crimson and black in this world will swallow him whole and he will see the light no more.

Xiao sighs again.

This is his karmic debt.

~

The moment you stepped foot within Wangshu Inn, you knew he was in his prison again. After giving a quick greeting to the inn keeper, you hastily went to Xiao’s room. The closer you got, the heavier the atmosphere became.

You reached his door and knocked softly. As expected, no reply as he continues to struggle to take back his control over himself. Without hesitation, you stepped in. To anyone else, they would have instantly met his spear at their throats, but with you, this doesn’t happen. Instead, you see him crouched on the wooden floor with a hand on his chest. His knuckles were white and his breathing was ragged. His amber eyes- lost. Observing his form, yes… his moments of corruption are becoming progressively worse.

With swift steps of familiarity to this routine, you went to him and grasped his shoulders.

“Xiao, it’s me…” You whispered with clarity. And oh- how your voice brought a wave of comfort to his soul.

“N-name…” His voice cracked, but him calling to you is always a good sign.

You gave him a small smile and proceeded to grasp his hands together with yours. After which, you then leaned your forehead to his to chant your prayers. As your prayers progressed, slowly but surely, the corruption begins to fade along with the black mist that covered him. However, you took note how this ritual took longer than the last.

Once everything is done, Xiao just slumped onto your shoulders, still breathing deeply. “How are you feeling?” It was a useless question you asked every time this happens, but you always, always, have to make sure.

Usually, he would mutter a small ‘fine,’ but now- words seemed to have left his mind and all he could muster was an almost-unnoticeable shrug.

Truth be told- his response disheartened you, but you did not show it. Instead, you opted to simply encase him in your arms and caress his hair. After all, these are just one of the few, rare moments Xiao would leave himself into your care. Xiao is aware, himself, that his state has been becoming worse and worse. And you both know, that a day would come when he would just attack anyone- friend or foe- without a trace of hesitation. So, just this time- he speaks his feelings.

“Name?”

You answered immediately with a questioning hum.

“What would you do… when I finally lose control over myself?”

It was very subtle, but he felt how your hand stopped caressing his hair for a second, then proceeded to the previous task at hand again. In all honestly, you can never find yourself having an answer to that question. “And why would I ever let that happen to you?” You questioned back, fully aware that you were dodging his question.

Silence surrounded the two of you, unsure on what to do with the sudden heavier atmosphere.

Not wanting to face the cruelty of the world yet, Xiao simply buried himself on the crook of your neck even more. And despite the ghostly sensation of his lips on your skin, you could feel him mouth the words ‘I love you.’

“As long as I’m here,” you whispered, “nothing can hurt you.” And that was the most beautiful lie that the Yaksha has heard, but he was willing to believe all the same.

~

When word about Fatui diplomats starting a bank reached you, there was a nagging feeling in your head that trouble would bring itself present anytime soon. It was like an itch that wouldn’t get away. And the only way to have that itch gone is to scratch it.

“You are absolutely a fool.” Xiao stated darkly with crossed arms, for once disagreeing with the plans of his master.

“We can never know what their intentions are unless we let them start their bank, no?” Zhongli said as he gazed at the marsh spread beneath him.

The Yaksha only scoffed but said no more.

Building up your courage, you deemed it was your turn to voice out your thoughts, “Um… Rex Lapis, I see your point, but wouldn’t it be best to resolve the problem before it persists into something larger? We all know- All of Teyvat knows, that the Fatui are not to be trusted.”

Your archon offered you a kind smile, “I understand your worries, Name. However, as of the moment, they have not presented themselves as such. If they truly are our enemies, then it would be beneficial for us to know their intentions.”

You frowned deeply at his statement. Seeing you do so, somehow, your archon immediately identified your main concern.

“Is this about the Tianquan assigning you to be her representative for the Fatui?”

The moment those words left his mouth, a growl tore from Xiao’s throat, but he held his tongue.

“Did Ganyu tell you?”

The Archon nodded and you sighed.

“I volunteered, actually.”

And at that point, Xiao vanished into thin hair, but you could still his sense his presence around.

“May I know why?” Zhongli questioned gently.

For a moment, you struggled for words. You didn’t know how to describe this ‘itch’ to him. “At first, it was supposed to be Ganyu, since in the Tianquan’s eyes- Ganyu is an adeptus and she does not know that I am, too. Perhaps she didn’t want to put me in harm’s way, a ‘visionless human’ at the side of a harbinger. After some convincing to Ningguang for my volunteering, I spoke to Ganyu next.

“The adepti are divine beings that walk here in Liyue. I had this feeling that putting a divine next to a power-hungry harbinger would become an issue. I told Ganyu that, since I looked ‘harmless’ and ‘ordinary,’ the harbinger’s interest about the divine would never surface.”

A stretch of silence wrapped around them as Zhongli pondered over your words. “Perhaps, are you also planning to dig out the truth of their arrival?”

You nodded, “I knew you would allow them to stay, so I just took it upon myself to unfurl their secrets.”

“Hmmm… I grant you permission on doing this. However, should trouble arise, do not hesitate to tell us.”

~

The glare pointed at you was strong. Even without him saying a single word, you could hear his phantom voice in your head speak with such coldness, What are you thinking?

You simply gave him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Xiao. I may be a human in mortal eyes, but please do remember that I am also an adeptus, no matter how weak I am.”

Xiao releases a huff, but still sits by your side at the floor of the balcony, letting the moon kiss his skin. “You’re not weak.” He mumbled as he snaked his hand to yours.

To him, you will never be weak. In fact, you were the strongest being he has ever laid his eyes on. Not physically, no. It was you mental and emotional fortitude. Back during the Archon War, he always admired how you kept your head held up high no matter the suffering you have experienced. No matter how much death surrounded you, you still fought. And that strength made you a survivor. During the war, you never failed to help the wounded. Even when someone dies under your care, you held strong for the departed and for those who are left behind. You were a pillar of hope.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle “… Just be careful. If ever you are in trouble do not-“

“Hesitate to call your name.” You finished, beaming at his words.

~

As someone who used to be a healer and a doctor, you were quite familiar with several mild skin diseases that mortals can suffer from.

If there is an itch, you do not scratch it- for you will only aggravate the area even more.

Now that you’re working alongside the Fatui as the Tianquan’s representative, the itch you kept feeling was only irritated more. Especially whenever you spoke with the Harbinger who goes by the name Childe. And since your work requires you to cooperate with him, you also don’t miss the chance to discover what he hides, should the opportunity presents itself.

Childe… his azure eyes certainly have their… charm to those unaware. However, you knew better. You know he’s capable of drowning you just by his eyes. While he may be a cheerful man, his eyes lack the lustre of joy. The eyes are the windows of the soul, yes? If so, all you see is an unending ocean that you do not want to swim in. The surface may be calm, but the deep is relentless. However, duty bound you are- deep within the ocean, you shall find the secrets the Fatui hides.

Again, another scratch to the itch, but it only irritates you more.

~ 

The news of Rex Lapis’s death became the catalyst of you confronting the Harbinger. From Yujeng Terrace all the way to Northland Bank, you ran (with Ningguang’s permission of course). Before you can even open the door to his office, something caught your eye.

It’s faint, but you’re an adeptus. You sensed elemental traces, just smack bang at the middle of the door. You carefully scrutinized the tracings, and fortunately you knew Snezhnayan script. And what you read only made your heart sink.

It’s ready.

With the adeptal arts, you managed to uncover the origins of these elemental tracings.

Scratch.

Without hesitation, you followed these tracings until it led you into some ruins.

Scratch.

Following the tracings further, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Wary, you summoned your weapon imbued with your element.

Scratch.

Searching the room, you came across several antique boxes. You opened them.

Scratch.

What you saw were familiar. Too familiar. Dimming the room more with your element, you find more Sigils of Permission hanging on the walls and on the ceilings. The energy within them were faint, but with enough numbers, it’s enough to kill a-

“Well, well well, I thought you’d be there mourning for your Archon. But here you are, snooping around someone else’s research material.”

The sound of his voice made you sharply turn your head to him, your stance now more offensive. “What are you planning?” You bit coldly.

The Harbinger hummed a small tune, “Nothing much… But! If you’re really curious, I guess I could tell you.” He hummed some more but you knew he’s not finished. Once he finished his tune, he grinned to you menacingly and the depths in his eyes became even deeper and darker, “After all, I won’t let you leave this place with you knowing my secret~”

~

There was this one time, Xiao struggled against himself so much, he scratched himself red so that he could anchor himself back to the real world. You remembered how much you cried as he slept in your arms. You never wanted to see him do that again. Seeing him hurt himself also hurt you, too. It was like a stab in the heart, then a twist, and twist some more. A slap in the reality that you might lose him one day.

As he slept, you solemnly observed the wounds he sustained himself to. They were angry red, just like blood.

Now, you, yourself scratched that itch in your head too much into a wound for blood to seep through. You scratched too much and now you have to bleed from it.

~

You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Sleep was tempting you more and more but you know you have to wake up. You were aware that this is going on for days.

Everything hurts. You remembered how his blades, imbued with the Sigils, weakened you thoroughly. Every slash he brought to your body just drained the energy away from you. But still you had to do something.

He wanted an adeptus- he wanted an adeptus in order for the Sigils to grow stronger both in number and in power.

Now here you are, bound by chains and suspended at the middle of this empty room. These chains were adorned by talismans that drained away your energy. You were bleeding from your wounds of your previous battle.

Drip. Drip. Drip goes the blood and pools on the ground underneath you. The ground, you barely noticed, was lined by Liyuean script which enacts the ritual of the Sigils draining your divine power from your blood.

To the eyes of a sadist- you were a picture perfect in a canvas. A dark room lined by the damned Sigils, glowing an eerie gold. Then there's you with your bloodied clothes and chains. The red pool underneath was casting a red glow on your way, giving you a red shade to your pale skin.

Everything hurts-

And everything was driving you mad.

You can also feel the Overlord of the Vortex feed from your energy through the Sigils. You sensed his lust for power and revenge. You felt his anger and the corruption within him. You felt his hatred and his want to bring death. For days that felt like years, you’ve been battling against that very same god in your head. This battle was not something you shall not lose to and failure is not an option. If you fail here, then Liyue will fall. 

This god- he was driving you mad slowly.

If ever you are in trouble, do not hesitate to call my-

You shut the thought from your head. You are not going to call him. You will not speak of him. You will not think of him. You will not call him. Not to this place where his corruption will grow. No. You Will Not Call Him.

If it means that me not calling you will keep you safe from the corrupted remnant of a god- so be it. 

Please

However, no matter how much you denied yourself to call his name, no matter how much your heart yearns to be with him- the wind does not ignore the pained sob that left your lips.

~

Ever since the news of Rex Lapis's death and the visit of the Traveler with a Sigil in his hand- the corruption within him just bloomed into something feral.

The Sigil- there was something wrong about it but Xiao doesn't know what is it that is wrong. Then there's you- where are you? Surely with the news of their Archon's death- it would send you to bring forth a meeting for the adepti to talk this over. But now- for days- you remain not by his side.

With you missing- the demons inside him are slowly taking control over him, taking advantage of his vulnerability for you. For each passing day, it was slow torture for him- The worry bubbling in him was consuming him. He glared at the Sigil between his fingers and not failing to notice how his dark aura covers him once more. 

“Traveler,” Xiao called sharply, “What is it you intend to do next?” 

To any mere mortal, the look his eyes held were enough to strike fear, but the Traveler stealed themselves- meeting the adeptus’s gaze with an equally serious calm. “I have my suspicions on a certain harbinger and I-”

“Where?” The Yaksha growled.

“In the Golden House.”

Without a word nor warning, Xiao placed a hand on the Traveler’s shoulder and teleported them to the place where the Exuvia is hidden.

To the Traveler, everything happened so quickly as one event led to another. One moment, they were standing among unconscious bodies of the Millelith then the next thing they knew a corrupted and demonic gust of wind flew them away to the side. Regaining back their vision, they could see Alatus’s spear now at Tartaglia’s barrier made of Sigils. 

Alatus narrowed his eyes at the floating talismans and began to calculate the flow of this incoming battle with precision and accuracy despite his losing control over himself. 

It was a tense minute of sizing each other up, but eventually, Tartaglia has broken the silence with his annoying innocent voice. 

“Who would have thought that I’d have the honor of fighting another adeptus of Liyue?” 

The question immediately fed the corruption within him, the dark aura exploding at it. He knew that he should not believe in the Harbinger’s words so easily, but the glint in the latter’s eyes held truth. You could be out there, hurting, scared, alone. You could be out there, bleeding out. You could be out there dyi-

His aura exploded once more at the thoughts spreading in his being. With a burst of unspeakable power, Alatus lifted his weapon and pierced the barrier once more, this time breaking it without failure. At the threat, Tartaglia backed away as he donned his mask.

In a similar fashion, Alatus, too donned his mask. “I will ask you once,” the Conqueror of Demons spoke with a deathly calm, “Where is she?”

~

He should have killed him then and there. But the call of the Overlord of the Vortex must not be ignored as it threatens Liyue. 

In the small opportunity of escape, Childe took it. But he was weak and injured as Alatus swiftly threw his spear to block his way and teleported right in front of him. In a show of power, the Conqueror of Demons lifted the mortal by the neck.

“I will ask you again, where is she?”

In fear, Childe told him everything and at his every word, Xiao listened carefully- never speaking once. But the anger within his heart, it boils- it rages. His amber eyes bored into Childe’s soul- thinking what he should do to this mortal. Oh how killing him would be so nice. However, when the Yaksha’s gaze landed on the regal form of the Exuvia, he merely threw the mortal in its way.

“Killing you would have been easier. However, the crimes you have presented against Liyue are not mine for me to judge.

I leave the Harbinger to you... Rex Lapis.”

Once out of the Golden House, the Overlord roared once more, shaking the lands of the nation. However, along with it, he heard the faintest of voices. I’m so sorry... I couldn’t hold him back anymore. 

Only then did the demons in his heart freely took control of him. Just like the stories of old, where the Yaksha walks, death follows. But they were no stories. In his way towards the ruins where you were held captive, every step he took brought carnage and even more death and blood to taint his hands. No Fatui will leave this place alive. The very being of destruction ended many lives. Each death, the demons were growing stronger.

All he wanted now was to kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killkillkill killkill kill killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill

Then seeing you suspended in the ceiling and bound by chains. Blood was painted on your lifeless skin. Wounds were littered and bruises were blooming on your form. But most of all, your eyes. What were once full of life and hope- now empty and blank. His demons quieted down.

Broken. You were like a broken porcelain doll.

“N-name...” His voice cracked, not believing it all.

With haste, he quickly broke your binds and caught you in his arms. he was fast to check for your pulse and your breathing. And thank the Archons, you were breathing but barely. You were now walking the line between life and death. With all his might yet a gentle caress, he hugged you for dear life. “Name... It’s me...”

But still, your eyes still held no recognition and it shattered his heart to pieces. With further inspection, he sensed the presence within you. A corruption. A certain evil. 

“Name, stay with me please,” Xiao begged with desperation as he fought back tears. “It’s me who supposed to be the corrupted one between us, not you... I’m not allowing you to leave me, you hear me-”

With a ritual of the adeptal arts, he started purging and purifying the evil left by the god who fed from you. He is not letting you stay alone in your prison, not for a second longer. 

Xiao prays and he never prayed before. Even to his master. But just this once, He prays with desperation. You are the light in his darkness. You are the moon in his night. 

The ritual was a delicate process. For every word he spoke, he was rewarded by your screams of pain and the writhing of your fragile body. He wanted to stop, but he can’t. He had to physically restrain you from trying to escape from his embrace and from hurting yourself. And for every cry you released, Xiao merely shuts his eyes clos just for him not to see your pained eyes. Every now and then, Xiao speaks gentle apologies and words of encouragement for you. You were coming back. But still, the evil persists.

You writhed and scratched against him, until you were creating more wounds for blood to seep through. When it came to a point, you began pleading and begging for him to stop, that was when Xiao had shed a tear. So he continues the ritual, his prayers, and his apologies. They were arriving to a point where the ritual is reaching its conclusion but your screams only grew louder.

Please, just a little more...

Please, just stop...

Please...

The corruption disintegrated away from you in a forceful release of dark energy. He was breathing deeply, attempting to calm his loud heart. When he placed his gaze on you, you were breathing rapidly and your eyes were searching blindly and your hands were desperately holding onto him.

“X-Xiao...” You whispered, “Where am I? Where are you?”

With a sigh of relief, the Yaksha hugged you again closer and his forehead to yours, fearing you would go away again. The action made you lift your hands to his face, still searching blindly.

“I’m here, Name... I’m here.” At his voice, the dam in your eyes broke as you cried silently. Xiao was not adept in emotions, but for you, he will face them gladly. He lets you cry as he gives you soft whispers of assurance, safety, love, and promises. However, you were not crying because of what had happened to you. You were crying for him. After experiencing such corruption-

You sobbed some more- you were this close to him losing you and you could not bring yourself to imagine if your roles were reversed.

“P-please,” you said with a broken voice, “please don’t go to the place where I can’t follow...’

The words, at first puzzled him, but after a few moments, he realized and once more it broke his heart. Bringing you closer, Xiao let loose the tears he was holding back. With a gentleness unexpected of the Conqueror, he simply littered your face with kisses. “I promise if only you would do the same.”

With your smile that he loved dearly for so long you too spoke your promise, “I do.” They were simply two words, but the comfort they bring into the Yaksha’s heart was in volumes.

After that, you shared a few tender moments in each other’s arms. Simply relishing the feeling of their familiar warmth. A little later, Xiao spoke, “Would you like to eat some Almond Tofu once we get home?”

The question made you giggle at his innocence, so you agreed. Despite you needing physical medical attention. But Almond Tofu with him? Yes, you two definitely need some emotional healing.

A/N: fINALLY dONE lmao this was supposed to be short but angst really makes me want to write longer everytime haha~ anyway this request really made me ponder bout genshin stuff with all the corruption this and corruption that but then a question popped up like-

how did childe replicate the sigil of permission? since sigils are imbued with divine energy, i just thought how did this guy accumulate so much sigils to the point of freeing Osial- a god!!! soooo i just played with the idea for a bit then figured out maybe these pieces of paper get the divine energy from a divine source right? and the adepti are divine beings of liyue and another thing- you guys might have noticed the change of names in some scenes- i dont know but i think somehow different names represents different side of a person like- we have childe the cheerful harbinger then tartaglia the power hungry harbinger- there’s Alatus who’s calculating and cold, there’s the Conqueror of Demons who’s ruthless and unforgiving, then Xiao who is calm and humane- lastlyyyyy i might post this in ao3 ksks

[kingkatsuki]

Seeing all the discourse about tumblr algorithm n interactions n tingz

I still don’t get why people really struggle to just do the right thing. Like bro atp it’s easy as breathing.

I literally like and reblog just abt everything I interact with that I enjoy (on both my main and side). Majority of the time with at least a few comments in the tags if not on the reblog itself (tho that’s more on the writing side blog than the main for other random shit lmao).

‘S Kinda sad cus atp I think a part of me has accepted that aside from moots i’m prolly never gonna get the interaction I desire. Majority of all my notes on my writing blog? Just likes. I get reblogs here and there but most of the time that isn’t even on my actual content. Just other stuff I’ve reblogged.

Not to say I’ve never gotten reblogs on content I have created myself, but it’s a stark contrast to the amount of likes. And it’s is extremely rare that a non-moot will leave a comment or tags.

Idk. Just makes you feel lonely sometimes? Cus it’s not even really about trying to be famous or have a lot of followers anymore lmao. Just want people to talk to.

It’s understandable you may not want to reblog absolutely everything. Not even I always do it. But the vast majority of the time I am doing it. Because people deserve to know that something they created actually touched someone?

Screaming into the void is valid and what most blogs have to start out doing but that should not have to be something they have to deal with forever.

Cus at that point what even is the purpose of posting works to some website if you’re basically still just keeping it to yourself?

People have said it time and time again, but likes are worthless here.

Like if you equate it to instagram I guess (so maybe ppl will understand it better)

Tumblr likes = Instagram views

On instagram views are cool and all, but they’re faceless and don’t really do anything to promote a post and allow others to see it. Even if there are a lot of views, it isn’t extremely validating (high numbers or not). It’s the people in the comments saying stuff that matters, and likes that help the post. Like Instagram views, Tumblr likes do nothing and though there may be a lot they are not really validating or helping the post.

Tumblr reblogs = Instagram likes (+ shares)

Both of these functions on the respective websites help a post to get more seen. Instagram likes only function is to help promote posts. Tumblr’s reblogs are a little different in that you have to ability to say things while you help promote (in tags or on the post itself). Basically they’re like instagram likes and shares smooshed together. If you don’t want to do the extra work of using your words fine, but at least actually share the thing you are enjoying so others see it. Whether or not it matches your theme or not, do it. It’s your blog and if you like a post then yeet it on there. If your followers (if you have any) followed you for a specific type of content and your worried about them, fuck ‘em. Share what you want on your blog.

Tumblr comments = Instagram comments

This one is self explanatory they are the same ooga booga

N e ways that’s a lot of words I’ll get off my soapbox now.

Love u Jo 💋.

I was done talking about this but you put so much thought and effort into this Dere I think it deserves to be addressed.

Especially the point you made that it can be so lonely on here sometimes and I think it’s hard when everyone already seems like they’re in their own little friendship groups and stuff. But like some of my closest friends on here are my friends because we reblogged each other’s fics and screamed in the tags!!

I think people tell themselves “oh that person won’t care if I send them an ask/message.” But it’s like they would, everyone would🥺��

[thatoneao3writer]

Skeppy heard the argument with bad and red then decide to come in the TT base with a red rose for bad and bad acts like he doesn’t know what the Rose stands for so when skeppy leaves he’s a hot mess. Could u do a mini fic on this pls

(I typed the whole half of this fic and it got fvckin YEETED and I am MAD D:<)

"Tubbo get closer," Skeppy urged, eyes trained on the kid's laptop screen that was connected to his bee drone and displaying what the drone was seeing. It was currently at the Titans' tower.

"Jeez big man, chill a bit. Spinz just landed the nest, give him a break." Tubbo chuckled.

Skeppy smiled apologetically. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just excited."

Tubbo snorted with a shake of his head. "Eager to see BBH, eh?" He teased.

Skeppy sputtered, a soft color of red dusting his cheeks. "N-no... we're doing this to gather blackmail, remember?" He denied weakly. He didn't even know why he was denying it, everyone already knows anyway.

The kid rolled his eyes with a smile. "Whatever you say big man," he said, "oh- look there he is." Tubbo suddenly said, pointing at the screen.

Skeppy immediately leaned in, squinting at the screen. A smile razed his lips when Bad’s familiar red trimmed black hoodie came in sight.

“Blackmail material my ass. Just ask him out already man,” Tubbo scoffed lightly, nudging Skeppy as he maneuvered Spinz to a more hidden space that still gives them a clear view of BBH and Velvet on the couch.

The villain sighed and leaned back on the couch. “You don’t think I’ve tried? Bad’s worse than a wall Tubbs,” he said woefully. “Anyway, what are they talking about?” He asked, deciding to change the subject.

Tubbo shrugged. “Boring shit. Feelings. Love. Crushes. Seriously what are they third gra-”

“Let me hear-” Skeppy interrupted by taking one of Tubbo’s earbuds and plucking it into his own ear eagerly.

“Red... I swear, stop that right now.” Bad grumbled. 

Velvet smirked. “Only if you admit you have feelings for Skep-”

“I do not! And keep your voice low, everyone could hear your false truths.”

“Oh please, everyone knows you have the hots for him. I’m not lying, just stating facts. What’s taking you so long anyway? Planning on an elaborate plan to have that fat ass all to your self?”

“Language!! No I’m not!”

“Ow! Homophobe! Ugh- gay homophobe, da-!”

“Oh shit-!” Tubbo cursed when the footage cut off. Indicating that Spinz must have died. The kid tried restarting the small bot from his side, but it didn’t do any help. “Damn it! Red short circuited my bee!”

Meanwhile, Skeppy was freaking out. “Do you think they were talking about me?” He asked as he started pacing back and forth, a thoughtful hand on his chin.

Tubbo hummed, distracted by his fallen machine. Still trying to salvage it from his side. “Mhm...”

“Like, are you sure sure?”

“Yep,”

“But what if they weren’t? What if they were talking about someone else? Oh god Tubbo- does Bad have a crush on someone else?”

“Dude, Red literally said ‘Skep’ then got cut off. Who on earth other than you would have a name that starts with something as ridiculous as that?”

“Well- I don’t know! I’m not from earth. You guys probably have someone named... Skep... ra... Skepra! Somewhere!”

Tubbo sighed heavily and shut his laptop to stare unamused at the pacing villain. “Skeppy, stop being a bitch and just... give him a rose already. I’m going to the Titans’ to get Spinz, are you coming or not?”

Skeppy pouted at the mean name. “Fine, I’ll go. But you’re gonna have to buy me a drink if he acts like he doesn’t understand what a rose means.” He grumbled as he begrudgingly followed the kid to the elevator.

“Yeah, yeahhhh”

--

“Oh! Tubbo, Skeppy, lovely to see you today.” Bad greeted from the couch as Tubbo and Skeppy exited the elevator.

Tubbo waved as he made a bee line to where Spinz was supposed to be.

“Well he’s certainly in a rush,” BBH chuckled as he took a sip from his cup. He looked at Skeppy who was shifting from foot to foot just outside the elevator. “Skeppy, why don’t you come in?” He offered with a friendly smile.

Skeppy awkwardly smiled back and slowly paced towards BBH on the couch. He stayed there, in front of the demon, for about a solid minute. Opening and closing his mouth, trying to say something but fails to even utter a single words every time.

 BBH seemed to take pity on him and smiled “What’d you have there?” He asked, nodding at Skeppy’s hidden hands behind his back.

“O-oh, uh... here.” He said, handing Bad the diamond rose he made.

The demon gasped in awe, carefully taking the flower. “Oh my goodness, this is beautiful,” he said, eyeing the flower with a big smile.

Skeppy smiled bashfully, scratching the back of his head. “It’s nothing, really.” He said.

“What a lovely gift from a friend. Now I feel bad that I didn’t get you anything.”

Then Skeppy’s mood dropped in an instant, but he kept his face cheerful in order to not upset his ‘friend’. “Yeah...”

“Well, that’s awkward.” Tubbo quipped, a small box containing his mechanical bee on his hand.

Skeppy glared. “Yeah... c’mon Tubbo. Time to go.” He said, beckoning the kid over with a sigh.

“Wait! You guys won’t stay for muffins?” BBH called out.

Tubbo immediately turned around, but Skeppy pulled him along. “Thanks, but no thanks Bad! We have stuff to do so uh... till next time!” He said as the elevator doors closed.

Tubbo looked up to glare at him. “But the muffins!” He whined.

Skeppy sighed with a shake of his head. “You owe me a drink, remember?”

[goldnkuro]

´ ´ learn the alphabet with noir ` `

a/n: anything that is in italics is in korean. i’ve been wanting to do this one for a while and it took me quite some days to think while making sure she’s in character poaskposkpksapos ALSO, let me know if any of you want to know the backstory of any of the quotes!

a:

“ayyyyyyy my man.” (greeting her male friends)

"annyeonghaseyo bishes.”

“at this point, i don’t even care anymore.”

b:

“banana BA NA NA NAAAAAAAA.”

“by the way, if i ever see anyone saying bad things to eun-chae just because she’s bi, expect to hear from my lawyer.”

“bruh moment.”

c:

“commence the yoinkage.”

“covid, PUH LEASE, get the hell out, you’ve overstayed your welcome, no one wants you here.”

“caffeine addict is what they call me, now pass me that cup so i can one-shot it.”

d:

“dude, I know what I’m doing, trust me. I got phd on youtube.”

“do you ever stare at people to see what their reaction will be? because i do.”

“DISCO TIME!”

e:

“eh, i’m gay.”

“everyone, i got an important question, is buttcheeks one word or should i spread them apart?”

“ehehehehe, i’ll clown all my members, ehehehehehe.”

f:

“first of all, i’m a claw machine master, okay? have some faith on me."

“fu-, sh-, dam-, AH you know what, i give up.”

“fancy uUUuuuuuu.” (voice crack)

g:

“guys shut the heck up, i’m listening to ateez”

“gosh, how can i be so talented?”

“gO GO GO GO, GET HIM!”

h:

“how about no?”

“hi horsie.” (feeding the horse with carrots while patting its neck)

"hamlet once said and i quote: 'o fuck'."

i:

“i’ve come to announce, i adopted a child.” (turns the camera to show mingi with yoo on his lap) “by the way, mingi’s the child.”

“i hate my brother, i want a new one.”

“i demand a refund on this friendship.”

j:

“jinnie could slap me with her vocal and i would still thank her.”

“je t'aime, mes gems.”

“just, what the heck is wrong with you?”

k:

“KI TWIN IS HERE! WHERE’S THE KO TWIN?! HARUKO!”

“ke ke ke… yes this is my weird laugh.”

“KILL THEM, EAT ALL THEIR CHILDREN!”

l:

“lol, sucks to be you.”

“logistically, soo-jin can’t live without me.”

“laura and jinnie are the demonic duo i would never dare to mess with.”

m:

“math should be permanently banned from existence.”

“mingi-ah, why are you and yunho such a hoe?”

“mayday mayday, haru’s being way too sweet.”

n:

“not my problem.”

“nan michin deushi awooo.”

“no, i won’t be growing taller any sooner, i already accepted it.”

o:

“oh god, why me?”

“obolary.”

“OH MY- boi.”

p:

“peniel, i love you, brother, i really do, but could you kindly rid ourselves of your presence?”

“protecc haru and hua at all costs.”

“please stop asking for my brother, he’s stinky and i’m better company.”

q:

“quoting the legendary hamlet, ‘no’.”

“quack.”

“q t? wait, are you flirting with me? wot.”

r:

“really? right in front of my salad?”

“RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!”

“rEEEEE!”

s:

“soo-young isn’t responding to normies at the moment, try again later.”

“santa claus doesn’t exist, sorry.”

“sup? how you doin’ babe?”

t:

“today’s tmi is that i’ll always be the prettiest.”

“there’s no filter when it comes to me, and we all know that.”

“... the more you know, i guess.”

u:

“um, am i interrupting something?” (seeing the maknaes cuddling up together)

“usually some of the members would accompany me on things like this, but it seems that i was ditched.”

“uh-huh… and what made you believe that i would actually do aegyo for free?”

v:

“vroom vroom.”

“venus might the quietest between us, but honestly? she’s the real demon.”

“verrry naiseu.”

w:

“whenever someone tells me ‘i love you noir’, i either throw up or say that i love me too.”

“watch me covering all the title songs from my favorite groups.”

“wae wae wae wae wae wae wae wae wae wae?” (annoying eun-chae)

x:

“xoxo is always the way when you’re lazy to write properly but still want to make it cute.”

“XIAN HUA!”, “yes?”, “... i love you.”

y:

“YASSSSS QUEEN”

“YEET!”

“you just got gnome’d.” (gnome noise)

z:

“zombie movies are good… for background noise, i mean.”

“zoos are fun, i can pet some animals for free.”