#00 。 morning doodles!

[kolkaslove]

Need to start using glitter pens in my notebook again.... looks boring and stale compared to my old ones sigh

I know haven't been using certain pen types as much because bleeds through the page or whatever and I have drawings but also I can just stick them on and stuff

I don't need to let the limits of paper define me!!!!!! Let that ink bleed as much as it wants if it's shiny!!!!! I need that blue glitter back!!!!!

[aclowntiny]

Ink Trails- Hongjoong x GN!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Just about everyone has a soulmate, a person they're destined to be with, to go through life with in some capacity. The mark of this? Anything you write on your skin shows up on theirs.

Word Count: 2.4k | Soulmate AU, Banter, Faint Humor | Warnings: a bit of language

You weren’t a big fan of drawing on yourself. As a child, you were something of a neat freak, washing all the dirt you could off your hands and never wanting to add ammo to the enemy in yours and the sink’s war. Of course, your favorite sheet of temporary tattoos didn’t count as dirt, not when they granted you several days of carrying your favorite character, a little purple penguin, with you. In fact, you practically ignored the rest of the sheet besides a few snowflakes surrounding him, all of which everyone told you were now decorating some other kid, too.

Well, good, you thought, your penguin was the best and they probably loved it, too. Otherwise they couldn’t marry you or whatever soulmates did. Usually it was get married. Maybe you would get married when you grew up. Your grandparents liked being married.

As you grew a bit older, you wrote in school. Sometimes your pen or pencil slipped, skimming your hand with an accidental line. Sometimes your soulmate was clumsy, too, and you watched a pencil trail appear when you didn’t even have one in hand. The weirdest was when you watched a whole shaky ㅎ appear, the circle looking a bit square, then suddenly erasing and being reborn round again.

And then just like that, it was all gone.

It hadn’t really been your habit to write things on yourself like others you knew- it just didn’t come naturally to you when you had paper and, a bit later in life, your phone. Beside that, given the marks of soulmates, any notes you wrote would appear on someone else’s arm, hand, anywhere they could get scolded for if they had strict family or teachers or a barrier to looking presentable at an academic event. It just didn’t seem fair. That was the same reason why, even years after school and becoming an adult, you chose not to get any tattoos. What if your soulmate hated it? Then they get it removed and you lose yours and the cycle goes on like some sort of stupid cartoon sequence of ink and lasers.

Ok, that part maybe not so much, but you knew how personal and controversial tattoos could be, so kinda weird to put one on someone else without their consent. Sorry about the penguin, you supposed all those years later, I was four.

Instead, perhaps preferably, you doodled a lot on paper, keeping at it even when that rude boy Matthew from seventh grade told you your cat looked so bad, it made him think it was a dragon holding a cookie. Such insults would not be taken from the guy who used ‘I don’t like the color red’ as an icebreaker ‘fun fact’…while wearing a red shirt.

Even if you were no artist, improvement naturally came with age and frequency, and you favored keeping your drawings cute anyway. Yet another reason to put them down on paper- pen ink faded from skin, but on paper, it was like a tattoo. Permanent with all your other notebooks of doodles that would have more than covered your body.

Your body, which was semi-frequently decorated anyway, not of your own accord. Your soulmate, likely around your age, had no qualms about use of the forearms as a notepad, so it wasn’t the oddest occurrence by far to wake up with things like ‘7:00 독주회’ or a more frantic ‘ENGLISH TEST 9:00’ scrawled there. Or even once a very unceremoniously written, shaky, clearly hastily added ‘BUMJOONG WAS HERE’ on the back of your hand. That was a fun one to try to explain. It made you wonder sometimes if your soulmate was a less considerate person than you or if you’d simply proven well in your restraint.

You weren’t expecting any answers, or perhaps more questions, to come in the form they all did.

The morning was like any other: it was your day off, time you’d reserved so as to endeavor some shopping. Making yourself a nice breakfast and choosing one of your favorite outfits, you hopped in the shower. Deciding what the heck, it was your day off, you even busted out the new sugar scrub you’d bought as peals of warm, crashing water echoed around you, lathering some exfoliant luxury upon the skin you’d always cared for.

Never once had you expected it to entertain anyone’s notice.

But there it was as you strolled along the concrete of the shopping center’s sidewalk, completely unaware of what was exposed until you ran into a friend, waving and exchanging the platitudes of two meeting after some time.

“Wow, (y/n), what a surprise, I didn’t know you got a tattoo! I thought you didn’t want any!” Your old friend Brian exclaimed with a wide smile, tilting his head. “May I see the whole thing?”

His words rose slowly to your head as you blinked, gears turning. For you had not, in fact, gotten anything of the sort done. Instinctively you held out your hand, assuming your soulmate had scrawled another vague practice reminder on the back of their hand or wrist, but your skin was blank, just a smooth expanse the same tone it always was.

“No, not your hand, silly! There!” Your eyes followed as he pointed down towards the ground, toward…your leg?

Swiveling at the hips, you bent and tugged on any necessary clothing to reveal, sure enough, writing near your ankle. Your chest sunk.

“I didn’t get a tattoo,” you said quietly.

“What?”

“I didn’t get a tattoo,” you repeated, voice a deadpan.

He pointed, finger rising slowly, almost shakily. “Then what’s-”

“I don’t know. I- I guess my soulmate did it.”

“Your soulmate got a tattoo without asking you?”

“We haven’t met,” you burst out as you raised the fabric around your leg higher, “I guess they don’t care what I think! What’s this even say, anyway?”

Frustration pricked at you at the sheer height of the piece- it wasn’t exactly dainty. Quite a ballsy move, all things considered. Sheesh. Wait, those were wings, huh?

“It says ‘faith’,” Brian supplied, “and I think it’s nice. Could definitely be worse. Could have been a partner’s name or, like, naked Spongebob or something.”

You cocked a brow. “Naked Spongebob?”

“Well, would you want that on your leg?” Brian shot back, crossing his black t-shirted arms.

“No,” you sighed, staring at your new, involuntary body art, “I suppose I would not. Well, you’re right- this is pretty nice. I can live with this. Hopefully it’s not the first one of many, though. My soulmate better leave me some control of my own skin.”

“Yeah, and if they don’t, you’d better give them a piece of your mind.”

A chuckle escaped you. “Yeah, right. I don’t even know where they are.”

“Have you never tried to find out?” Brian’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing at you like he was asking the dumbest question he’d ever uttered.

And maybe he was. Your chest contracted in realization that you had, in fact, never once considered taking any initiative into finding whoever it was had those recitals or English tests or who you really hoped had the spine to smack Bumjoong one for defacement of property. The person who, by the universe’s decree, was meant to be some miraculous piece of your life forever and you’d just…assumed they’d walk in whenever it was time. All your concern had gone to not bothering their appearance despite their clear lack of regard on the subject.

“Uh, (y/n)?” A hand waved in front of your face. Brian’s. “You’ve gone all spacey on me, what’s wrong?”

“Brian, I might be stupid.”

“Might?”

You descended back to earth, or at least close enough to its gravity, to find the wherewithal to smack his shoulder beneath the momentous echoing of reality throughout your brain.

“Also, I take it then the tattoo on your arm wasn’t your idea either?”

“The…what?”

Shopping day over.

~

Hongjoong couldn’t recognize his own handwriting. Or could he? Had he written that address on the back of his hand? He had to have. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. As if his schedule wasn’t busy enough, now here was some other errand he’d forgotten.

Pulling out his phone and typing it into maps, he saw that at least it wasn’t too far away. A reasonable drive, especially for a…tuesday? Oddly specific, but appointments were appointments, he reflected as he swiveled in his leather office chair.

After all, if it wasn’t important, he wouldn’t have written it down so visibly on himself like that. That was a habit he’d largely dropped in adulthood, image of greater concern and regard for mess a bit higher, too. Plus, the only other good it would have served seemed not his lot.

At least a fair number of songs had come from it. Ah, music- the eternal, universal processor. What would he do without it? Music was a way of filling every void-no, scratch that, coming to terms with the existence of voids within oneself- the thing that made him feel complete, or certainly one of them. Jokes had it that music was Hongjoong's soulmate, and while the songwriter didn't appreciate fun being poked at his expense, it was hard to deny the itching grains of truth beneath his skin at the words.

Music-related or not, this short trip was his lot, so why not make the best of it? After all, whoever had organized it picked a pretty nice café as the rendezvous point. Worst case, Hongjoong would at least get a coffee out of it.

~

You were starting to wonder if nobody would approach you, more singles and even couples getting in line and heading straight for a table or the door than you could count on one hand. In fact, in came someone else right in time with your thoughts, a super hot guy in fact, though he looked confused as hell. His eyes darted back and forth between the chalkboard menu and the industrial-style metal tables as he stood a little bit out of line.

Shit didn’t hit the fan until he pulled his phone out to check it, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. His loose black t-shirt sleeve fell back, revealing a tattoo suspiciously similar to the second one that Brian pointed out on your own body. And that font was very, very unique. And big. And it was on you now.

Moving completely of its own volition, your body peeled from its metal seat and strode right up to him. No thoughts swirled to the surface of your mind even as you reached his side, prompting him to turn on his heels.

The only words your mind could barely form fell out of your lips. "You're the one who gave me these tattoos."

Jumping back, the man gaze at you with saucer-wide eyes, saying nothing as you pulled your own sleeve back to reveal the second and luckily last set of writing Brian had found on your body, this time reading 'No 1 like me', and again showed your ankle.

"I designed that one myself, how could you possibly-" His wide-eyed gape fell slowly into a smile. "I have a soulmate?"

"Yes, of course you do!" You replied, incredulous. "Did you think you didn't?"

"You never wrote anything!" He shot back.

"I was trying not to mess you up!"

"I just..." The man's handsome features fell, first into seeming hurt then just into a pensive look. "For so many years I taught myself to make my own way. Sometimes I was fine with it, sometimes I wasn't."

"No wonder you thought there was no one like you," you said before panicking, thinking better of it, "not that the tattoo isn't cool! And still true. I really like the font, actually? You said you designed at least one of these?"

"Yeah, I knew what I wanted, so I drew up the faith one and..." He tilted his head, sliding his phone from his hand back into his pocket. "wait, do you want to get a table?"

"Only if you buy me a drink," you teased, nodding toward your arm as you got back in line, "you owe me for these."

"I think you owe me for years of radio silence," the man shot back with a smirk, crossing his arms.

Heat crept into your face at the way he fixed the intense look at you, but you refused to back down. "The way you described it sounded like I taught you a valuable lesson."

"Pain can teach lessons."

Ok, you were about spent at that. "Are we really fighting over something as stupid as one free coffee?"

"I mean, fighting wasn't the word I would have used there, but you're right. I've got this one."

"Oh, you two are so cute!" The barista waved her hand as you placed your orders. "I love couples who bicker like old married grandparents! So, what are your names?"

You and your soulmate glanced at each other, your eyes sliding back into those deep, dark, expressive ones you wouldn't mind getting used to. He searched yours, too, and a small smile played on his lips that had you wondering what he was thinking... until you realized it, too.

Maybe you had wildly opposite views over the years on using your body as a notebook, but you two soulmates had the exact same sense of humor.

"We don't know," you both said at the same time.

"I'm Hongjoong," the man in black introduced himself, smiling wickedly now.

"(y/n), nice to meet you," you replied, bowing back to him.

The barista mirrored Hongjoong's initial shock at your confrontation as you both headed to your table, laughing now. Somehow that all came as easily as bickering, all your interactions up to that point having a certain flow you'd never felt before. Placebo effect? Maybe, yet the tug you felt the moment you first saw Hongjoong was yet to fade. It was like those old sayings: it felt like you two were making music.

"Ok, please don't think I'm being rude," Hongjoong's voice cut into your thoughts, "but I'm a songwriter, and I feel like I just have to write down some lyrics right now."

All you could do was just grin at that. Well, shit. Maybe now you really would have to try leaving more of an ink trail.

[bumblelovesduck]

Art for @mad-c1oud 's fic Immi yippee💥💥💥

I'm so tired it's 2:00 in the morning so it's kinda just a sloppy doodle I'll redraw it tomorrow when I actually have energy lol

[dr-bloxyy]

Mouthwashing doodles I made the day before! By that I mean 12:00 am in the morning-

:D

[yuri-the-boxfox]

Here are some Riley doodles from 1:00 in the morning because I couldn't sleep because my cat kept screaming (also art style shift again)

Tw: vomiting

text because the text is blocked: "Blughh"

Text because my handwriting is trash plus it was one in the morning and I was very tired:"people don't even say bless you anymore they just look at you like this"

[cyn-onym]

GYARU!! (Various!Tokyo Revengers X Gyaru!Reader) Pt. 1

warnings! - this story may contain manga spoilers, mature content, and sensitive themes such as r^p€, su/c¡d€, death, identity issues, toxic relationships (romantic & platonic), and others. the reader is mostly addressed with fem pronouns and is portrayed as black/mixed (Black & Japanese) although it may not be heavily implied or explicitly stated.

Hoshino (Y/N) is a laidback, yet well-mannered girl who has little to no aspirations in life besides shopping, the newest trends, and having fun. Because of how she expresses herself she is what many people call a Gyaru. (This story is also available on Quotev and Wattpad!)

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Third Person POV -

The day started like every other.

School alarm goes off, get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and go to school. Or at least that was the simplified version.

Hoshino Y/N's mornings were anything but simple. She prioritized her appearance over anything, and no matter the day she was always dressed to impress. Face lightly beat, mascara applied, with a final touch of lip liner and lip gloss.

After all, there was no telling when her future significant other or an agent would appear. She had to be prepared, always ready for the unexpected. 'Should I wear my red pleated skirt or my blue one..both are super cute but which am I feeling more??'

Things such as picking whether to wear thigh highs or leg warmers were the most of the girl's problems.

Although contrary to popular belief the girl didn't have a certain someone to impress but she could always impress the masses.

"Mom, what's for breakfast!??" The girl yelled down the stairs as she struggled with her tie. The girls' mother quickly replied "Eggs on rice, hurry down or you'll be late. I'm not dropping you off if you miss the subway!" Finally fastening her tie the girl decided to look herself over one last time.

The girl's outfit consisted of a short-sleeved uniform shirt with a striped red tie, she also wore a red pleated skirt and white leg warmers. The girls' hair was also decorated in numerous colored barrettes and star-shaped clips. And finally, despite it being summer she wore a pink hoodie wrapped around her waist.

The more time that passed the closer it became to summer break. A time when she could go shopping all day and go to karaoke by night while getting hit on by some weirdos, who would offer to buy her and her friends, snacks or drinks.

After deeming her appearance acceptable she rushed down the stairs to eat breakfast. In the kitchen, her mother, Hoshino Satsuki, stood over the sink washing dishes. Meanwhile, the girl's older sister, Hoshino Manami, sat at the table enjoying her breakfast as she aimlessly scrolled through her phone. Once the girl took a seat at the table she thanked her mother before digging into her meal.

Between her bites she decided to ask "Manami what are you doing here, don't you have school?" The older girl sighed before responding, "I'm only here cause I was bored and wanted breakfast."

The woman washing dishes sucked her teeth causing the youngest girl to snicker. Before Y/N could continue her meal her gaze fell to the stove which read, 8:00 AM. "You should get going Y/N.." the girls' mother prompted.

In response, Y/N finished the last of her food before handing her plate to her mother. In exchange, the older woman gave the girl her bento. Y/N quickly thanked her mother again before rushing to put on her shoes. Like the girl's hair accessories, her shoes were covered in multi-colored pen doodles.

Before exiting the house the girl briefly checked off her necessities in her head. And once she was positive she had everything, she bid goodbye to her family before jogging off to Harajuku Station.

Harajuku was a district bursting with style and trendy hot spots. The streets were filled with an array of different stores, restaurants, and boutiques. However, Y/N found the people the most interesting, because most of them expressed themselves through their fashion. It wouldn't be long before she could fully parade around without being dress coded.

As the girl jogged to the station she placed in her earbuds and began playing her favorite band, 'LILITH GIRL'. The jog to the station wasn't long and was sort of serene. Sometimes when the girl had extra time she would worship her local shrine before heading to school. However, today wasn't one of those days.

After finally reaching the station the girl scanned her subway pass before rushing to the Shibuya platform. As she approached the platform she noticed that the subway had also arrived. As the doors to the subway opened the girl and multiple other people flooded in. However, due to the number of people riding the subway, the girl decided to stand and lean on one of the poles.

To pass the time the girl decided to scroll through her phone. However, it wasn't long before she arrived in Shibuya. As the subway doors opened Y/N quickly drifted out following the crowd of students, workers, and citizens before exiting Shibuya station.

Living on the border where Harajuku and Shibuya meet had its perks. However, her school wasn't one of them. Mizo Middle School sadly wasn't particularly entertaining or significant in her opinion. She would have preferred to attend a school in Harajuku but finances stated otherwise. As Y/N followed her typical route she became more and more surrounded by students. Passing the gate the girl traveled into the school before heading towards her shoe locker.

Although the girl would have preferred to keep on her regular shoes it was school policy and she already knew the results of those actions.

Once the girls' shoes were changed she walked up the stairs leading to the second floor before approaching classroom 3. However, before she could enter her name was called. When she looked over she noticed her group of friends hanging out by a window.

The group consisted of Imai Nozomi, a copper-headed girl with short hair who had a quirk for lying.

Saito Akane, a girl with dark brown hair, a red skunk stripe, and a ponytail, renowned for her temper issues.

And Kaneko Chitose, a long-haired ravenette with a hime-cut who loved gossip and drama.

First Person POV -

"What are we invisible?" Nozomi stated grumpily as I approached them. Akane and Chitose laughed in response to the question. "You guys are anything but invisible, Nozomi. Did anything interesting happen over the weekend?" I asked as I placed my earbuds in my bag.

Chitose was quick to respond, "Nothing to die for but I heard the Soccer club is having a mixer this weekend."

"No way am I going to that, half of them aren't even that cute," Akane stated as she adjusted her hair. Nozomi nodded her head in agreement before adding "I had a fling with their captain about two months ago, he ended up asking me out but I shot him down."

This piqued my interest. "Ya' know you always talk about getting asked out but you never mention going out with them??" I questioned. "Well, ponder no longer because I currently have a boyfriend," Nozomi answered proudly.

This was a surprise to the rest of us but before we could question her further, she continued. "His name's Kiyomasa, he's also a second-year and he's super tall." She boasted. "How tall we talking?" Akane questioned in disbelief. "6'0 ft" Nozomi responded with a smirk.

Chitose and I let out an exaggerated "Wooow" as Akane whistled in response.

However, before we could continue questioning the copper-headed girl, the bell rang prompting us to go to class. We swiftly said our "laters" before separating and going into our classrooms.

Once I was seated it didn't take long for the teacher, Ms. Kubo, to enter. And as soon as she was settled she began taking attendance starting from the letter "A". I decided to use this time to take out any needed supplies. "Hangaki?" a boy with blonde hair anxiously responded to the teacher's call. I stacked my erasers as I waited for her to get to my surname. "Masashi?" To which another boy replied.

She then moved on, "Hoshino?", I briefly responded. After marking me as present Ms. Kubo directed her gaze over to me before stating "Out of uniform again, I see."

I smirked and briefly laughed before responding "Yes, Ms. Kubo." My classmates quietly giggled at the interaction.

A day like every other.

☆ During Y/N's first year, she was dress coded over 20 times in the first semester. Of course, administration tried to contact/urge Mrs. Hoshino to correct her child but she ignored them.

[justaprismolover]

i think the way i draw prismo is seriously affected by my mood

exhibit A: prismo doodle in the morning compared to prismo doodle drawn at 12:00 (midnight)

[i-ate-your-dog-srry]

Cupcake doodle because it 3:00 in the morning and I just drank monster out of a Christmas ornament! :3

I love this silly goober! I finished watching the fnaf movie and I'm on a high!! Jajsjsjsmwma,aucmwkqka8dneneheukemwmwmdx h3dxjnwrcuhefcbiwdhxj!!

[dearly-somber]

9 And 3 Quarters (Run Away) | txt

-> pairing. txt ensemble x f!reader

-> genre. mystery, soft-fantasy, angst, fluff

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2193

-> warnings. some sus behavior from the reader; school fire; manipulation?

-> a/n. This era has me in a chokehold.

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sep. 1st, 2020 @ 23:30

-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:22

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:56

Beomgyu sighed as he walked the long stretch over the field, the paint mechanism lagging behind him and dyeing a long white streak over the grass.

He walked and walked until he saw a soccer ball sitting idly a few meters in front of him. Coming to a standstill, the boy contemplated for a moment before, with a huff, he got a running start and kicked the ball further across the field and into the bleachers.

“Was that really necessary, Gyu?” Beomgyu startled at the sound of your voice. You were leaning against the bleachers, lazy grin tugging your lips upward. “It's not the ball's fault you got detention for ditching!"

"It's unfair! How come I got detention and you didn't? You ditched, too!"

You appeared from behind the bleachers, soccer ball in hand. "That's just because I'm a better liar." You smirked, throwing the ball up into the air. Beomgyu's eyes followed the object and watched it drop to the floor with a thud, looking up to find you gone.

In their homeroom, Yeonjun was sitting with a box-opener, cutting into the pages of a math notebook he seldom used these days.

He cut what looked like a door into it, leaning against his left arm that was propped on a stack of other school books, clearly bored and heavily uninterested. His bear was sitting to the left of him, just out of his peripheral view. The burn on his right hand had already healed enough to be only barely visible, and the cut on his hand stuck out like a sore thumb. Kids had been asking about it all morning, and it was starting to piss him off. Couldn't they mind their own business?

"What are you doing? You're making a mess!"

Yeonjun scoffed, looking up at you. "Does it matter?"

This time it was your turn to scoff, moving forward to pat his shoulder sympathetically, walking off to the back of the class somewhere. "Don't come to me begging to help you clean up!"

Yeonjun rolled his eyes with a smile, continuing his carving ritual.

"Kai! Did you finish the yellow line?"

"Yeah! I'm just about done with the blue one—"

"Great!" You stood still, looking at the road with scrutinizing eyes. "You couldn't make them at least a little bit straighter?" you chastised playfully, pointing with your finger at the particularly squiggly sections of line.

Heuning Kai grinned, elbowing your shoulder playfully before standing up to his full height, checking to see how it came out. "It's really cool looking..."

You grinned from ear to ear.

“Where'd you get the idea for it, anyway?" he asked, looking up at the classroom in the distance thoughtfully. You shrugged with a “hmmph”.

"Go clean your hands before someone pins this on you," you said in a bit of a whiney voice, pushing Heuning Kai toward the outdoor bathrooms. He laughed, turning around to say something but inevitably being left with an empty clearing and deafening silence.

"Wah, Soobin-ssi! This looks great!" you shouted with a happy smile, looking over the array of drawings on the whiteboard in the front of the class.

Soobin eye-smiled at you giddily.

"Still dreams?"

"Yeah. They seem to get... darker and darker as time goes on," he mumbled, finishing off the last line of the door he was doodling, admiring his work proudly.

"I'm sure it'll be fine,” you cooed reassuringly, rubbing a hand over the small of his back. "I'm sure we'll figure it out, soon enough."

Soobin nodded, smiling at you and closing his eyes for a moment. He knew you had vanished when he no longer felt that reassuring warmth over the small of his back.

Taehyun took his airpods out at the sight of his friend appearing in front of him, as you so often did. “What you listening to?" you asked with a sly tilt of your head and disarming smile.

He smiled weakly, shaking his head. "Nothing."

You raised a brow, still smiling at him slyly. “I'm not so sure about that, Hyunnie."

Closing his eyes, Taehyun counted to three, while simultaneously back in the homeroom, Soobin put on his colored glasses, looking at the door on the board.

When Taehyun opened his eyes again, they were sitting on the soccer field in a semi-circle. You watched Soobin intently as Beomgyu put a plaster over Yeonjun's cut before laying back with a content sigh. Chuckling, everyone else followed suit, huffing as their backs hit the ground.

"Man, this is refreshing. That stupid classroom was getting stuffy," you said after a few moments of silence, looking at the clear sky above you.

Soobin hummed, the others making a few comments about it before you got back on your feet.

"How 'bout a quick game, hmm?" The guys got up pretty quickly, grinning as you disappeared and re-appeared with the soccer ball from earlier. It was a 3v3: Yeonjun, Soobin and Heuning Kai versus you, Taehyun and Beomgyu.

"Y/N! Shoot, shoot!" Beomgyu shouted as he kicked the ball to you for the winning goal, tripping as Yeonjun tried to get the ball from him. When you got the ball in, Beomgyu picked you up, swinging you around while you all laughed triumphantly. From behind you, Taehyun was smiling and clapping, though the way he looked at you gave the idea that the gears in his head were indeed turning.

The five of you walked down the school halls together, split into groups or pairs as you walked, talking about a math equation and how hungry you were (cough Soobin cough).

Taehyun was standing idly further in front, and Yeonjun being Yeonjun, ran forward with a huge smile on his face, swinging his arm around Taehyun's shoulders and causing the smaller male to loose his footing; Yeonjun laughing at the shocked expression on his face. The rest of the group chuckled at the duo's antics, continuing after them quietly.

You stopped when you noticed Beomgyu lagging behind slightly. "Hey, Tiger! What's up? You look pissed," you said, commenting primarily on the rather intense look he was giving Taehyun from behind.

He shook his head with a somewhat forced smile: "Nah, it's nothing. I just don't think I did well in that math activity we did today."

You laughed. "Yeah, same. Tell you what, if you did better than me I owe you ice cream?" You wiggled your eyebrows challengingly, the taller boy laughing as he hooked an arm around your shoulder.

You were standing behind Yeonjun, the rest of the crew scattered around the room. Yeonjun was holding a pair of glasses over his notebook, and as the two of you were looking at it, the space in between where he had carved the box (or door, depending on how you wanted to look at it) had suddenly caught aflame. The lot of you shared looks with each other, though neither of you really tried to do anything about it, until that is, Beomgyu grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed the notebook.

The only problem?

The fire was still going. "The fu—"

"Language!" Kai said before you could finish cussing, causing the lot of you to laugh.

Having made your way up the stairs and to the roof as the sky slowly started to darken, you had told Taehyun to bring the fire extinguisher along. "Why?" He asked, a questioning look on his face.

"I have a feeling something magical is gonna happen." You said, a mysterious glint in your eyes and sly grin pulling at your lips. Taehyun had eventually brought it along, not without a lot of complaining though.

"Y/N noona! This is heavy!"

"You have muscles for a reason, Hyunnie! I'm making sure you keep them!" Yeonjun and Soobin snickered at the comment, Hyuka offering to help Hyun, who very happily agreed.

From the corner of his eye, Soobin watched Taehyun and Kai, still walking with Yeonjun as he noticed that you had interlocked hands with Beomgyu, for some or other reason.

However, he ignored it when you got to the rooftop, considering that it was almost completely dark. The majority of them went to sit down, Taehyun having been told to keep standing.

"Right," you said, clasping your hands together in anticipation. "Use the extinguisher, Taehyun!"

Though he looked skeptical, the raven-head did as he was told, quite surprised when a weird beam of red light blasted out of the extinguisher instead of what you often referred to as 'whipped cream'. When you all headed off to the library (mainly because you and Beomgyu had been complaining about the cold), Taehyun had decided to grab a book, whereas Yeonjun and Beomgyu had fallen asleep leaning against one of the shelves.

You were scrolling idly through your phone, sitting across from Taehyun while Soobin and Hyuka wondered through the various bookshelves in hopes of finding something that'd catch their eye.

"Run! Faster, Y/N!"

You were panting, your chest aching painfully with the amount of running you had to do. Yeonjun grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him to urge you to run faster. The fire had already started spreading, and it was moving a lot faster than they had thought it would. Soobin had been the first to find it, quickly alerting the rest of them to the immediate danger, and here they were, on the ground floor of the school building, confused as to why you seemed to be the only one tired after having to run down five to six hallways, (this being your sixth) and a good five flights of stairs.

Beomgyu was quick to lead everyone to the indoor swimming pool. "Great idea, Tiger! The fire can't catch us in the water!" You praised him, still trying to catch your breath from all of the running.

"Well, technically it can still get us, the water isn't everywhere in the room," Taehyun argued, Soobin and Yeonjun nodding along.

Kai was quick to take off his shoes, climbing into the pool first. "Get in!" he shouted after resurfacing, his hair wet and accentuating his facial features.

The lot of you were quick to jump into the pool, not needing to be told twice. Though, it was fun being in the water, and soon enough you had forgotten all about the fire spreading through the building. You grinned evily, splashing water into Yeonjun's face. The look he gave you was pointed and playfully serious, somewhat offended even.

You merely smirked at him, hiding your face as he chased after you.

The six of you started goofing around in the water, though you were sure you had seen them fall/ jump into the pool just a few moments ago, in the exact same manner.

Soobin sat on the side of the pool, watching as you and the rest of the guys dove into the pool like in that one High School Musical scene, one after the other, reminding him of a row of domino's.

His attention was diverted to the hatch in the middle of the swimming pool though, and soon enough everyone was moving through it. You came in last, scared to jump down. "I can't do it, it's too high up," you said, fear evident in your voice.

"I'll catch you, noona! You'll be fine!" Kai said, opening his arms wide. You sucked in a nervous breath, jumping down with a scream. True to his word though, Kai caught you and gave you what was probably the cutest smile ever.

"What is this place?" Soobin muttered.

"I don't know.. It seems like a rainforest of some sort?" you mused, shining your torch around curiously. The further all of you walked, the more you noticed the opening on the other end.

Soobin pulled away the shrubbery at the end, giving way to a vast, open field. And a...

Giant sized, white door?

"What the hell?" Beomgyu said, moving forward with the rest of you. They stood in front of it, and Yeonjun, out of curiosity, put on the same glasses from before. Lo and behold, the door burst into flames.

"Wah... It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" You awed as the six of you sat in front of it, watching as it burnt and splintered under the heat of the flames. Yeonjun nodded slowly, watching with absent, glazed over eyes.

A few minutes passed, and Yeonjun looked down at his finger. Slowly he peeled off the plaster, revealing that his cut was fully healed. He looked it over a few times before shrugging. Not the weirdest thing they've dealt with, after all. When everyone got up to leave, Taehyun stayed behind a bit longer than the others. Noticing Yeonjun's bear laying on the dirt, looking different from before; a lot more ragged and cut up. So he picked it up. "Taehyun! Come on, let's go!" You called after him, having a mini staring contest before he finally joined the rest of you.

You took one last glance back at the burning door, your blue and green eyes seeming to glow in the light of the flames. With one last, mysterious smirk, you followed after your friends.

[blueroses789]

I wish I could be stronger

Warnings:

Mental health issues

Smut

Angst

Domestic violence

next chapter: n/a

Chapter 22/

Anger is a poison to the heart: Chapter 22 (ps. Reader is as cuddly as an ice statue, so those of you used to nice Y/n, well, she's gone)

Decided that going to the mall was the last thing you wanted to do, called Mikasa to tell her. She sounded disappointed which made you feel annoyed. Didn’t she have other friends? And wasn’t your initial silence a clear signal you just wanted to be left alone? Plus you already had a dress for the Valentines day dance. The dance. You honestly didn’t want to go. But it felt callous to just leave Reiner in the dust. So you resolved to go.

You had spent the morning mindlessly doodling on a piece of paper. Today you had no desire for academics. Around 11:00 am hunger finally caught up to you. With a yawn and a stretch, it was off to the kitchen. To your dismay, Historia was sitting at the table. Despite the tension you were relieved that at least Ymir was not here. There was silence as cereal hit a bowl and the kettle whistled. You sat on a high chair in the kitchen. Almost done, you had thought Historia would leave you in peace. But it seemed the universe had other plans that day. As you put the dirty dishes in the sink the screech of a chair could be heard. Your stomach dropped as she walked towards you. After knowing Historia for several years, you could tell her mood solely based on her steps. This time the steps were heavy but fast, a sign she was angry and coming towards you with intent. So you turned to face her.

For a moment the two of you stared each other down. Historia had a slight angry flush on her cheekbones that she got whenever she was upset. “Well? I know you want to say something.” With no intention of beating around the bush, you just wanted to get this over with. “I get you don’t like Ymir but-” You chuckled. Historia winced. “My feelings go well beyond not liking her Historia.” A white-hot rage had bloomed in your chest, a bursting seed too heavy to stay contained any longer. And out of that seed came vines which wrapped themselves around you in their cruel embrace. It seized your organs, lungs, stomach, and heart. Breathing was becoming difficult, your stomach hurt beyond belief, but not worse than your heart. “Ymir harassed me for months and you just let it happen. Your disgusting Historia.” Her face turned a burning red. “Don’t you pin this on Ymir! I know what you’ve been up to.” This caught you off guard. “What?” “How you’ve been looking at me. Ymir told me all about it.” You were now totally confused. “How I’ve been looking at you?” Historia nervously looked at her feet. “I understand, but you have to stop. I’ve been with Ymir-” That was when you finally understood. It now made sense why she had been behaving like this for the past few months. You truly hated Ymir. So you took one decisive step towards her. “Historia, what did she say?” “That's none of your business.” “Oh, I think it is.” Historia finally met your eyes, here's a hard teal blue. “Why can’t you go after someone who is not taken? First Eren with Mikasa and now me.”

Your breathing came out like a drift of wind out of an empty cave. Ancient, steady, with all the mystery of time. You did not know why you suddenly felt calm, but there was a fury that steadied you. No one had ever believed you. First, it was Eren, now Historia, who had been your best friend. All it took was some girl Historia knew to derail a friendship that had endured for over a decade. In all the stories you had read, the protagonist was always able to prove themselves in the end. The bonds of friendship are what saved them. But you didn’t want to be saved. Maybe you just didn’t have that altruism or were just too tired. So you chose another option.

You leaned in so Historia could be able to properly hear you. “Now you listen to me very carefully. I have never, and will never, have any sort of interest in you. All Ymir saw was a stupid, empty-headed girl who she could use. That's all you are, so don’t pretend anyone will like you for who you are, because I certainly don’t.” When you pulled back there were tears flooding down Historia’s face. But you honestly would be lying if you said you cared. When had she ever cared, all the times you were hiding in your room, scared? You went back to drinking tea, and Historia left.

Reiner was nice and attractive. You had decided to go on a date before the Valentine’s day dance. You were actually pretty excited for this. You had never been on a date before. Even if it was something as simple as getting coffee, it didn’t sound so bad. In the end, you chose jeans and a cute red top. It snugly fitted your body and slopped, showing the top of your breasts. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you were actually surprised to find the reflection attractive. You wondered if you should wear makeup. Or maybe it was too much for a first date? In the end, you settled on simply settling on mascara and chapstick.

As you walked through the apartment you noticed Historia was not there. You wondered if she was in her room. It gave you satisfaction for Historia to feel the way you once did. Hiding in her room feeling utterly alone. With that, you felt the bond break.

Reiner got there first, sitting by the window inside. You gathered your courage, feeling nervous. The cafe was decently crowded, but not to the point of bursting. It was a relief because an empty one would make you nervous. When he saw you Reiner gave you a shy smile. At least you were not the only one who was nervous. It made you wonder if Reiner had ever been on a date before. “Hey.” You gave him a smile you hoped was charming. To your surprise, he stuck out his hand. You guessed Reiner was old-fashioned like that. You obliged, firmly. “So, how are you?” He asked. “I’m fine.” It wasn’t a lie, at least not in your eyes. In fact, you had never felt more free. You asked him how he was, to which Reiner said everything was good. Reiner was a good guy. The two of you simply talked about school and how you were liking your subjects. You knew he took the same business course as you these days. It was not a long one and in the end, you watched Reiner walked away. He had been kind enough to walk you home afterward. It felt like an accomplishment to do something you had never done before. Real fucking good.

As you walked into the apartment you noticed that Historia’s coat was missing. Her favorite pair of pink sneakers was missing as well. You felt sad. Not because you felt guilty. But because you did give a damn

 

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[scaled-sheriff]

'M fine…

(have a shitty ass doodle. Made in ten seconds at 1:00 in the morning. Yes that is a frog bucket hat.)

" C'mon up 'ere, pardner... "

[ Using his tail to scoop them up, making sure they were balanced and on their feet again. ]

[kijimha]

HI KEEJERS!!!! sending this in once again, seriously don’t listen to every little song i’ve given you unless you want to i cannot stress that enough!!!!!!! i intentionally gave a bunch as a showcase and not a genuine expectation for you to listen to and review every single one!!!!! pls!!!!! i beg!!!!!

anyways take a sleep deprived doodle of the delites for your time <3

ITS SO THEM??? RON LITERALLY SCREAMS IN COURT THIS IS CANON

lso tysm for being considerate of my feelinfs... ily\p.... i will listen to the songs in tbe morning maybe its like 00:00 here

[thecozykirin]

Day 4 - Satisfaction

( A bit late with this one because I’ve been down since 5:00 am this morning with a stomach bug :( )

( @daily-writing-challenge )

It never ceased to amaze Soo-ha how quickly cubs grew. Kimiko was putting on pounds by the week, if not, by the day. That sweet little bundle that felt weighed no more than a cantaloupe in her arms now twice the size she had been a month ago.

The journey had been long and arduous, but Yasashi was certain that upon arriving to Elwynn they could finally rest. Though her pelt was for cooler climates, Soo-ha found that she enjoyed the idle warmth that came with the afternoon sun. It wasn’t like the sun in Kun-Lai, which hardly gave any respite from the cold.

This made her feel comfortable enough to let Kimiko lay sprawled out in her swaddle blanket in the grass, the cub cooing in delight at the soft embrace of the lush green tufts that poked upwards from around her blanket.

Soo-ha sat a foot away, sitting pretzel style as she doodled at the parchment in her journal with a bit of charcoal she had packed. Occasionally, she’d look up with squinted eyes and a pursed lip, canting her head from side to side until she was certain she got the details down right.

She had been sitting there a good while, sketching away until finally, a satisfied sigh left her and she brought the journal up in front of her face, holding it aloft as she admired the charcoal drawing of her infant.

Perfection. 

[dreamweave01]

I was doodling some Sanses from two of my (many) AU's, just trying to figure out their designs mostly.

So here's some Rubixtale and Symbiotetale!

I may or may not have made these at 2:00 in the morning, uh

Anyways, have a good day y'all!

(Also, I kinda wanna rename DT the Symbiote, any suggestions?)

[jerzwriter]

18: Favorite beverage? 19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night? 22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? 39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

For all your pairs. Thank you!

Hey @kyra75! For all! You're not going easy on me, are you? lol JK JK Here goes:

Favorite Beverage:

Carolina (COP): Coffe, black. If she's making it herself, or Uncle Tommy is making it? Cafe con leche. No one else does it right. Trystan (COP): Agave Mojito Smoothie from Agavi Organic Juice Bar in NYC. ( Pineapple, lemon, banana, mint, raw agave, and coconut water. He gets it with a B12 infusion and goji berries).

Casey (OH): She hates to admit it, but Diet Coke. She also loves a good chai latte. Tobias (OH): I kind of wrote a fic about his weird ass tea order. lol it wasn't supposed to be canon, but let's go with that. I also think he's one of those annoying people that actually likes water (and it will piss Casey off lol)

Kaycee (OH): Hot chocolate, or sweet wines. Ethan (OH): I mean.. Scotch followed by coffee. That's canon. lol

Eli, Zoe, Troy (WTD): In this world, it's whatever the hell they can get. If they get clean water, they're happy. When the Sunflowr Creek crowd introduces them (well at least Z and T) to fruit juice, they're elated.

More Below...

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Carolina (COP): Did she lock the door? Turn the stove off? What about the iron? Did she leave the water running? Or the fridge door open? And poor dear often gets up to check... until Trystan starts staying over. He's like "OK we've got to introduce you to melatonin." Trystan (COP): On a good night? Carolina. On a bad night? Juliana, Seb, and things he'd love to forget.

Casey (OH): Tobias or their girls. Tobias (OH): Casey or their girls. NOTE: That's when they're thinking of anything; often, they just pass out - happily.... 😏

Kaycee (OH): Usually what she has on her agenda first thing in the morning. She makes mental lists to make sure she's ready for what she has planned. Ethan (OH): See Kaycee's... but he's throwing in a 5:00 AM jog. She's throwing in a wondering why when ever agreed to be with a man who gets up for 5:00 AM jogs in there....

Zoe (OH): She likes it best when she is exhausted and just passes out. Like all others in her world, there has been too much trauma so thoughts before sleep are often not good. Eli (OH): Ironically, he used to be the same. But when he's going to sleep with Zoe, the bad thoughts never come.

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Carolina (COP): Answered for her here. Trystan (COP): He's either doodling or writing notes to Carolina.

Casey (OH): Hearts, stars, bunnies, and yes, goofy little hearts with "Tobias & Casey." He tells her she's still an adolescent but finds it adorable. Tobias (OH): Probably nothing; he always has something to read, and that's his preference. But he might make lists or write notes to Casey.

Kaycee (OH): Song lyrics that are stuck in her head. Things she needs from the store, goofy notes to Ethan. Ethan (OH): For the longest time, it's practical... lists, plans, things to do. But after he takes up painting, there is a 50/50 chance you'll find him sketching something he wants to do.

Zoe (WTD): She is drawing 100%. Canon says she's a good drawer, and I wrote that into my HC, so that's what she's doing. Eli (WTD): It's canon that he is NOT a good drawer. lol So I think he ignores the pen and paper and looks for his bow to get back to maintenance. lol

Would you say that they have a superiority complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

Carolina (COP): Neither. She is extremely confident when it comes to most things, but not in an unhealthy way. She's aware of her foibles and her humanity. Trystan (COP): He does have a bit of a superiority complex when it comes to many, but not all, things. But it's not in a toxic, narcissistic way. It's was more of a defense mechanism most of his life that he's left in place, but in a humorous way.

Casey (OH): Casey can be confident, but that was a hard-fought battle. She can be terribly insecure at times, but she keeps it hidden so only those closest to her know that. Tobias (OH): Well... lol. Yeah, our boy has a bit of a superior complex. It's gotten a little better since he's gotten older and Casey whipped his ass into shape. But he still thinks pretty highly of himself.

Kaycee (OH): Neither, she's a good balance. Ethan (OH): Uhm. Yeah, he has a superiority complex, but only in some areas. Work? 100%. Personal life, he has a bit of an inferiority complex.

Zoe (WTD): She can be very confident, but not in an unhealthy way. But when she closes the door to her room, she has to learn to stop the self-doubt. Eli (WTD): He can be very over-confident and sarcastic, but he really doesn't have a complex other than a "people need to stop annoying me" complex. lol

Thanks for the asks - Kyra! <3

[cedarboughs]

...for no holier temple has ever been consecrated by the heart of man — John Muir

Through all the years—decades!—that I’ve been passing through Lake Louise, Summiting Mt. Temple is something that’s always seemed a sort of unattainable dream, something for a higher class of mountain-lover to have achieved, to inspire us mere mortals. It’s the profile of the mountain, as seen from the Bow Valley, I think. It’s not only that it’s the highest summit in the area, it’s that it’s such a mountainous mountain. It shares that unique distinction also belonging to Assiniboine, Sir Donald, Robson, Everest and the Matterhorn, that great triangular prominence that makes it appear the prototypical, platonic ideal mountain. The glacier on the north aspect, plainly visible from the highway, just adds to that. It’s the topping splash of white on every child’s doodle of A Mountain.

But all those thoughts came before I ended up living, at least for a few short months, at the base of this Ultimate Mountain (at least of Upper Banff Park.) Before my friends made plans to do the south ridge scramble on what happened to be my day off. The weather was looking clear, and against all odds, there was space on the morning bus. The summer stars had aligned. I would summit Temple or turn back, and maybe never get such a chance again.

I bought two sandwiches and some dark chocolate, lay out layers, set an alarm, and went to bed as soon as I could get everything sorted.

When I say I got the early bus, I mean the early bus. The party I was joining (S and J, nameless and with no close-ups included to keep this blog anonymous,) had seats for the 5:00 AM to Moraine Lake. That was full by the time I was out of the deep, dark valley where I work and could send an email to affirm a seat. I managed to get on the 4:00 AM, figuring I could meet them on the trail before the scramble. Leave the house at 3:30. Wake at 2:30. By my calculation I could get five and a half hours of sleep at best. The perfect state for exposure climbing.

My driver was a cheerful man who tried to give a bit of a spiel about the valley's history and attractions. I suspect he did this more successfully at more civilized hours of the morning.

Most of the bus hung around the parking lot, probably hoping to wait around for sunrise on the Rockpile. There were four of us bound for higher elevations. Two sped off far ahead, and I departed in close step with a guy named Dan. If you've ever been on the internet at all, then you've seen The Photo, so you know what view I had.

Except that, you know, it was 4:30 AM, so.

So, yeah, no crystal blue. But in my shot you can see another piece of providence. That waning gibbous supermoon lit up the trail like not quite day, but better than any sphere I could ever have dared to hope for that long before dawn. Dan had a headlamp glaring down along the trail in front of him, but I was happy to keep mine in my pack and walk by the spectacular moonlight. We more or less stuck together for safety, checking in as we leapfrogged through the night woods on the switchbacks up to Larch Valley, but I took some space on purpose just so that my eyes wouldn't be washed out by his light. Plus, my preferred vocal bear deterrent (not usually needed in such a busy spot, but again: 4:30 AM) is full ballads and shoddy Lord Huron covers, so you want space from humans for that. Look, saying "Hey Bear!" every five minutes, as Dan was doing, just isn't as much fun.

Orion was clearly visible reclining backwards over the silhouette of the Deltaform as we entered the more open ground of Larch Valley. Dan set up here to film the sunrise and I carried on alone.

While back towards the highway, dawn began to rise, fading first all stars but Venus, and then the Morning Star too. 5:45 AM.

Light came on in earnest as I ascended the scree switchbacks to Sentinel Pass. A little sadly, Temple itself blocked out the sunrise, but from the pass I could see first alpenglow colour Mt. Lefroy across Paradise Valley. There I lay back in the shelter of the piled-rock windwall, ate an apple, and closed my eyes to pretend that the rest might count as an extra few minutes of sleep. 7:00 AM.

S and G arrived not too long later, finding me lying with my head on my pack. We had a quick second breakfast, helmeted up, and left the well-trod trail for the rough scrambling route up the scree, guided by S's book with its descriptions of landmarks. Most of the ascent is actually fairly banal, switching back and braiding across steep scree among more solid bits of slab, though of course the views are incredible.

The exciting bits are the three rock bands which require some scrambling. Chief among these is the second band, the crux of the whole route. Here about ten metres of proper vertical climbing are required up two small chimneys split by a small bench and marked with swatches of paint. In this picture, taken from the middle bench, G tackles the first chimney while S plans her route. 8:30 AM. The two others were on their way down, apparently after starting from the lake at 1:30 and hiking beneath auroras.

Paradise Valley spread ever farther below to the southwest. Horseshoe Lake's curves and islands grew more map-like as we climbed equal to, then above, the pinnacle of Mt. Hungabee. The shadow of Temple itself across the valley just proved what a mountain this mountain really is. Look at that triangle. 8:45 AM.

Coming onto the summit ridge, the wind suddenly howled from the west. Though there was still a few hundred metres of vertical remaining to the summit at this point, our altitude was already above all but the highest surrounding peaks, and we truly felt on top of the world. 9:45 AM.

At the summit. The glacier is visible behind, dropping away towards the Bow Valley. Just after 10:00 AM. Lake Louise village, highway interchange, and ski hill base is visible in the valley trees just behind S’s blue helmet. A wall of ominous wildfire smoke hangs on the Cascadian side of the Great Divide. We called family and friends to show off the spot, had a snack, and departed. As we did, a man showed up with a ukulele. As his embarrassed request, as much as we wanted to hear a song from the top of the world, we left him to strum some chords in solitude.

It had taken me five and a half hours to summit, and it took nearly as long to descend. We’d climbed 1600 vertical metres over seven and a half kilometres, to an ultimate altitude of 3544 metres. Temple is the third-highest point in Banff Park and one of only twelve 11,000-foot peaks in the entirety of the Canadian Rockies. For you adherents of Pythagorus, that’s a hypotenuse of just over 7700 metres, and an angle of Lots, because I’ve forgotten how to Socahtoa now that I’ve left Math 30-1. S’s Garmin had her at 30,000 steps for a low estimate. I saw Dan again on the way down, just above the crux, and wished him luck. I hope he made it, though I can’t see how he wouldn’t with as much as he had done. Our legs were six bits of jelly by the time we lay down in the tourist-thronged Moraine parking lot to wait for the bus. We’d worshipped at the Great Temple, and it was a worship that would stay with us forever.