#And istg the lil comments warm my heart

[bymossypine]

I love your art!! It's so cozy and cute and it makes me so so happy 😭💗💗!!

Awwww oh my goodness ;;; thank you so much for going out of your way to tell me <3 I really do appreciate it!!!!

[astroninaaa]

chapter 4 of apologies from the intercom is out now

and i wanted to both advertise the fic again and make a lil thank you message for all the people that helped me with it because this was a hard chapter to write and i considered giving up on it many times so <3 here we go

okay so- apologies is a c!tubbo-centric fic and it’s mainly a character study on how c!tubbo’s trauma affects him and his relationships up until he has a breakdown. there are a lot of c!beeduo and c!cabinetduo bits because- beloveds, and then yeah! here are. some bits of the new chapter. it was my first time writing ranboo pov so it was HARD but i tried

Ranboo was sure no type of land, be it cursed, holy, salted, loved, or blown up, would be able to ever stop the president’s hands. When he closed his eyes, months later, he could still see the rough fingers full of splinters, the chipped nails, the steady movements as he placed block after block, fixed broken structure after broken structure, built building after building from the ground up. Never in his life had he been met with such motivation, such certainty, such love for ruined earth, he was sure of it — if he had, he wouldn’t have been able to forget it.

So the minutes man watched carefully as the president’s hands worked, putting up walls that his citizens relearned to call home, dirt under his short fingernails and messy to-do lists written down his arms. The scars looked like stars painted over careful canvas, an explosion of color underneath bruised skin and loving smiles.

and

The words got caught in his throat. Once again, Ranboo waited. Wilbur breathed in and out slowly, calming himself down.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it’d feel— like this to talk about.”

Ranboo didn’t answer. Wilbur breathed in and out slowly one more time.

“The second rocket would’ve hit him square in the chest, too, but he put up his hands to try and protect himself. The damage to his right side was worse because his hands covered mostly his left. He died anyway. The blood stayed. So much blood, Ranboo. It— it dripped down the podium. Days after, I’d close my eyes and I’d just see the blood dripping down the podium.”

and

The mansion had been entirely designed to keep heat in and aggressive mobs out, warm rooms and safe staircases making up what had been built to be the perfect home. Michael’s toys were spread around the different bits of the house, child-proof railings and covers and everything of the sort protected every corner, and messily-taken, heart-warming pictures hung on the many walls. Furthermore, every hallway was adorned by different flowers, and Ranboo’s favorite ones stood on the first floor by Tubbo’s office, an intricate vase filled with pink tulips and alliums that brightened the entire area around them. It was a tiny detail, their respective favorite flowers intertwining and interlacing with one another, but it still made the enderman’s hands tremble with delicate contentment. It was always the little things, between the two of them.

:] please read??? please read??? i did my best

now onto the appreciation bit for all the help let’s GO under the cut tho

shoutout to:

@zrenia for beta-reading it oh my god thank you SO MUCH you helped so so so much i can’t thank you enough istg

@michaels-two-dads bro i can’t even START log if it wasn’t for you i don’t think i would’ve finished writing this dksjfsbjf just. the support and your excitement were really big motivators and it was great thank you so so so much i really appreciate you so much + getting closer to you has been really nice :]] i love you thank you

@aistandardcherry CHERRY MY BELOVED. CHERRY MY BELOVED. I LOVE YOU!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!! thank you for keeping up with my bullshit through it all. and for telling me to shut the fuck up when i started to get self-deprecating. you mean so much to me thank you :]

@catastrofhe for just. everything. you liveblogging my writing on discord dms was the highlight of my night last night istg- LMAOOO just. yeah thank you so much. for everything. i love you ig

cadence anon for the excitement and all. love you :]

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST @doodlebloo who accepted reading the first 3 chapters of apologies when i haven’t even started writing the fourth one and told me it was worth to keep writing it. that was. very lovely of you back then. thank you :]

and quick shoutout to all the people who commented and left nice tags on my first post advertising apologies, specially @manlet-rights-activist, @tubboblr, and @caampalyse. you guys might think your lil comments didn’t matter much but they meant the world to me while i was having a crisis thinking my writing sucked so!!!!!!! JKDSNFKJSDN just. thank you very much :] ye

please read this bullshit chapter i rage-wrote it in the span of a week after procrastinating and writing and deleting for two months i was gonna give up on writing forever and blame writing ranboo pov for it this was STRESSFUL OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

anyways have a good day guys!!! mwah

[letholojimin]

HOUR 6 (JJK)

STUCK SERIES - HOUR 6

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,400

Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.

HOUR 5 | HOUR 7 | MASTERLIST

Jeon Jungkook wishes that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up.

Jeon Jungkook wished that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up. As of now though, that wasn’t a problem because he never slept. 

He was too busy easing the pain down there and so, that led to him wandering away from the music room when the clock hit one-o-clock in the morning. Eventually, he’d decided to leave you alone first because he was sure that there was no way in hell he would be able to sleep. Not tonight, not beside you, not where you were. 

Though removing his arms from their secure hold on you was pretty challenging, it took all of him to stay. Why? Because he was not sure about what made you so different and that scared him. He wasn’t sure if you’d cast some sort of spell because on any other day, he would be pissed out of his mind if he got stuck in school once again. He was lucky and he knew it- he just didn’t know how to acknowledge it.

His feet begin to walk in a particular direction and before his mind can register anything, he’s facing the door of one of the most beautiful rooms in your campus- the art room. Jungkook always liked drawing and his friends never teased him for it but the other kids from your batch probably would. That was the kind of stereotype set for people like him and if he refused to live up to it, he doesn’t know what would happen to him.

His friends would never leave him as far as he knows because they’re practically brothers but he’d never want to be the odd one out of the group in the eyes of an outsider or a passerby. But now, he is alone and he doesn’t have anything or anyone to worry about. He doesn’t have to scan the corridors to see if anyone’s going to pop out of nowhere and catch him so he places his fingers on the cold metal of the doorknob.

Jungkook has been in here a couple of times. In freshman year when all students in your batch were required to take arts as a class. He’d come to this place last year when you had to write a paper on a specific painting that depicted Romeo and Juliet or some shit, he doesn’t remember. But it’s still different to him. Maybe it’s the lack of people in the room or the pleasant silence the place provides. 

He walks through the place, looking around at the various scattered paintings and the lockers of the members of the art club who come here nearly everyday after school. It doesn’t take long before he finds himself in front of an easel, fingertips running through the expanse of the rough paper. He decides that he will take advantage of the empty room. Conveniently, there’s a set of paints and a few dirty brushes in front of him and it will do. He doesn’t even know what the subject of his artwork will be at that point but it’s eventually decided when the first stroke marks the color of your skin, a rough sketch of your face shape on the paper.

He works in serenity, the only thought in his mind being you running along the field with him merely two hours prior. He paints meticulously, never turning down even the small details. He’s determined to make sure that this painting becomes a masterpiece so that maybe if things work out, just maybe, he gets to show it to you one day. His fingers grip the brush tightly as he places lines of your hair color surrounding your face. 

Time passes quickly, especially since he’s too engrossed in his artwork that he totally forgets about where he is and why he’s even there. It’s almost like the same exact feeling he gets when he’s around you but then, it’s a thousand times worse. It pisses him off sometimes knowing the image he projects is actually a polar opposite of the kind of person he was really like. He was so thankful for his friends because they’ve been there for him through thick and thin. They were there for him when his heart was broken for the first time in freshman year and they taught him to become stronger. They were there for him when his biological brother had decided to move abroad and they took his place. 

They were there for him when he had nobody and for that he was eternally grateful. 

He’s very attentive to details- that was a trait that his hyungs have noticed over the past years they’ve been friends but it comes out so well now, while he’s making all these kinds of lines and shapes at 1 am in the morning. Jungkook doesn’t remember the last time he did this but it feels amazing- rejuvenating, even and it’s like second nature to him. 

It takes a couple more minutes before he decides that he’s relatively pleased with the outcome of his effort. His hand is slightly strained from the lack of practice but it’s bearable. He gets off his stool, stretching and stepping away to take a better look of the previously empty canvas. He’s proud of what he’s done and a tad bit terrified because what the hell, he just painted an extremely accurate painting of a girl he just met officially six hours before. 

It’s only when his phone starts ringing does he snap out of his trance as he frantically looks for it in his pockets. He accepts the call before he can even see who’s calling but he’s relieved to hear a familiar voice. “Hello? Jungkook?!” 

“Jin-hyung! Oh my god,” He breathes out, surprised. Neither of you had any signal for the past few hours and so you couldn’t call anyone for help. Not that he was mad about it, though, because nothing would have happened the way they did if things turned out differently. In a sense, he felt rather grateful but at this point, he really was stuck here with you.

“Kookie! Where are you? I just got a text from your mother asking me if you were with us and I had no idea what to reply!” He says, relieved that you were finally hearing all of this. “Shit?!” Jungkook says, knowing he’d be screwed in the morning for not have answering any of his mother’s definite phone calls. It’s so late at night, and Jin’s call only came through to him now.

“Hyung, I’m stuck in school for the second time. This is all Taehyung’s fault...” the younger boy groans and runs his paint-smeared hand through his hair. He explains further and tells him that he’s stuck with you. Jin doesn’t really seem to care that much about how he’s stuck with a girl at the dead of night. Instead, he suggests that the two of you wait it out till morning. “Do you have your car or do you want me to drive you guys home when the rest of your football teammates arrive at six?” Jin asks, ready to help the boy out.

Jungkook declines politely, thanking him for the help and concern. Jin says that he’ll talk to your mother who still isn’t asleep, apparently, and tells you to stay safe from harm. Jungkook smiles on his end of the phone, happy that he’d been blessed enough to have the friends he has. Except maybe for Taehyung, he thinks. Fuck Taehyung. 

He doesn’t know what else to do except clean up his area after his friend drops the phone call, so that’s exactly what he does. He takes the canvas and brings it with him, praying it won’t get ruined and that by any chance, you won’t see it. Now’s not the time anyway. He washes the colors off his palms in the washroom and soon enough, he’s back in the same room as you. You’re still sleeping soundly when the boy finishes setting his alarm for 5:30, making sure you guys will have enough time to wake up properly without running into his teammates.

You’re also still sleeping soundly when he lies down next you in the wide couch in the room, wrapping his arms around you. Again, Jeon Jungkook wishes that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up. 

HI SO I FORGOT ABOUT UPDATING SINCE I WENT SOMEWHERE LAST NIGHT AND SLEPT AT LIKE 2 :’’) oops

anyway here’s hour six, its a hella filler chapter but i saw jk’s blimp and i was like... i am inspired by the text on it. if you guys have any comments whatsoever please do not be afraid to hmu! istg, messages about my work literally warm my heart and make me cry a lil bit inside. happy halloween btw, and watch out for my jk as the joker au ;)