#I can't draw bicycles for shit

[your-local-painting-girl]

The 24 effects: Bicycle

[sunnebeam]

"i was hoping i wouldn't have to resort to this."

A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi unintentionally scares people

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: go on tell me d-day!yoongi isn't tatsu I DARE YOU 😤 btw u don't need to watch the way of the househusband before reading this, but i swear u won't regret it if u do lol it's so funny (and it gives great visuals for this fic!). anyways, enjoy!! i'd love to hear ur thoughts so drop by my askbox and let's chat :)

Water drips down his neck as he washes his face. Droplets fall down his tattooed back, tracing the meticulous lines and bold colors that contrast his pale skin.

After rinsing and drying off, he dons on his outfit for the day – a fitted, white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off the intricate tattoos on both his arms and some black sweatpants – and puts on his signature apron – a beige, cotton apron with a drawing of his brown poodle on the front. Said poodle is staring at him from the bathroom door as he takes one last look at the mirror.

An old, bumpy scar runs down his right eye.

"Perfect," he says to himself before heading to the kitchen with his dog following right behind.

Min Yoongi never used to wake up this early. But these days, he wakes up bright and early at six o'clock because he has an important assignment.

"What do you think, Holly? Too big?"

The poodle barks in response, and taking its opinion into consideration, Yoongi adjusts his gimbap slices accordingly, making them a tad bit smaller and just the perfect size for your lunchbox.

"Shit!"

The door to your shared bedroom opens and you run out, already dressed in your corporate attire. You run to the kitchen where your husband is and get a huge glass of water.

"I'm late!" you screech, all while gulping down the whole glass.

"But you still have a few hours," he points out in confusion.

"I forgot I have an early meeting!" you explain in a hurry, putting on your heels before giving your husband a big smooch on the lips and blowing Holly a kiss. "Sorry, Yoonie! I'll see you later!"

And you're out the door.

Yoongi blinks for a few moments before shaking his head. He's chuckling in amusement at your mishap, but if any outsider hears his laughter, it just sounds a bit manic.

"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Holly."

Holly barks.

"Huh? What was that?"

Holly barks.

Yoongi stares at the poodle, then at your Hello Kitty lunchbox he meticulously prepared, then back at the poodle.

"She forgot her lunchbox?"

Holly barks.

"Fuck."

Yoongi snaps into action, securing the lunchbox and putting it inside a Hello Kitty cloth bag before running out the door with his cute apron still on. He mounts his bicycle and speeds towards your office – which, if he was driving a car, would have broken numerous traffic regulations but luckily he isn't a stranger to breaking a law or two.

He's almost to your office. He's halfway there.

But unfortunately, there's a bit of a situation.

"What's your occupation, sir?"

The two police officers stare at him hesitantly after flagging him down for pedalling too fast with his bicycle. They're debating on giving him a ticket but then Yoongi answers.

"Househusband."

They stare at him.

"What?"

Yoongi sighs. At this rate, he won't be able to catch you before you clock in.

"Wait a second," one of the officers says, eyeing the tattoos peeking out from Yoongi's shirt and the big scar on his eye. "Are you..."

They stare at the name on the ticket. Min Yoongi.

"...Agust D?"

No way, the other officer thinks. There's a rumor about an infamous gangster called Agust D who used to slaughter his enemies with his own two hands. This guy can't be him. Right? Right?!

They hold a breath when Yoongi reaches into his pocket.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this," he murmurs.

"Wait, sir. There's no need for violence—"

"Here," Yoongi shuts them up by thrusting one of his most precious possessions.

A gift card for discounts at the local grocery store.

The police officers stare at the gift card, bewildered.

"As much as it pains me to let go of this," Yoongi continues, "take it. Now, I have to go."

And he pedals away, leaving behind one gift card and two very confused cops.

COPYRIGHT 2023. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[takaraphoenix]

hi, this isnt about fandom but I saw your life story and im somewhere around mid or my twenties rn and it feels unreal. I don't have a job, don't know what I want to do with my life bc I have like 10 different passions not including drawing which I like only in specific moods, and my relationships with most of the passions I have is me bicycling through them, all 10s, and I decided, whew I don't know what to fucking do! I got bach on business bc I thought it was a generic degree for a generic person like me who was on a bad place in hs (depressed and all) so I just took the deal for business school bc I thought it was generic enough and it seems everyone I knew nudged me there. My family works in banks, has finance or business degrees and maybe its weird im the one artsy kid who has relatives knee deep in banking business industries and doctors and science fields then I'm the one artsy kid who has no idea what to do bc I can do a lot of things, likes all of them enough and decided idk anymore... how do you discover what you want to do and how did you start to work for the company?

I discovered what I wanted to do fully on accident honestly. Like, with two useless Bachelor's degrees and no work experience, there isn't a whole lot you can do. Temp agencies always hire and I kind of... jumped into the cold, deep end on just trying.

I hated the agency, let's be clear. That was. That was a shit-show. But the job I got through the agency showed me that yeah no, this is fun, I can do this, I like doing this.

So, after, I started looking for jobs in that vein.

I do think that the temp agency was a good way of getting a feel for things, for me at least.

And then I just genuinely got lucky by my alma mater being very, very open. The fact that they hire people without work experience on the philosophy that you have to be taught how to do your individual job anyway and that the qualifications required for the job title are usually fairly useless because the individual job does differ from what you learn there? Which is a mentality I think more employers need.

The best advise I can give really is to just... try. Because you won't know if you like something or not until you did try it.

Maybe not immediately dive into full employment on everything? Try internships, maybe? Do an internal inventory of what you can realistically see yourself doing every day, for the unforeseeable future, make a list of the things you can and can't see yourself do and then, well, look into what kind of jobs require the things you enjoy. That's what I did, at least.

I hope I could help somewhat and I hope you will find your way <3

[tabl3]

PLEASE REBLOG: I'm pretty sure I'm shadowbanned :(

character hobbies that I've never mentioned or only did in passing but have had in my head since I first drew them lol (ft me slowly losing my mind bc I can't draw a bicycle, watering can, and violin which you can actively see me give up on the piano lmao)

they also share hobbies

like the mm trio all read comics together

chase and oli do science nerd stuff

bree and kaz and sky do nail painting and shit talking sessions

bree designs fashion and chase sews them into life (I like to think he made her prom dress)

chase, sky, and bree all hike/do contact sports together (the other boys are lazy tm and would probably die trying to go against two bionic people and a calderan that also happen to be highly competitive lol)

and I think they all like video gaming to some degree

there are more but that's just a starter few :)

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

10 characters/10 fandoms

YESSS THANK YOU @jaynesilver FINALLY MY WIDE READING OF FIC COMES IN HANDYYY

We're gonna go chronologically through my life because I think that's REALLY FUN (I legit couldn't choose a west wing character just know that if there's a secret 11th character is the ensemble cast of the west wing)

Artemis Fowl, Artemis Fowl

My first antihero, and we started YOUNG on that, I was reading these books premiddle school. I was obsessed with these books as a kid, and I'm still obsessed with them today. There's rumors of a third, more adult series when Artemis and Holly may get together and I will EAT THAT SHIT UP I LOVE THEM

2. Vexen, Kingdom Hearts

I Legit think this man primed me to enjoy Hux as a character. Like, I'm not kidding, I was obsessed with him as a kid. I'm 90% certain I wrote deviant art fan fic, but I have since abandoned that account so it's hard to know for sure if it ever got published. I was definitely roll playing at age, like, 13? way too young but god I loved him he was BATSHIT

3. Ianto Jones, Torchwood

Man, I can't really explain how much Ianto Jones as a character, he and Jack's kiss on screen, their relationship, and the events of the 456 changed me? It was DEEP though, I woke up the next day a different person, with much less trust in television writer's and their good intentions.

4. Desmond Miles, Assassin's Creed

We have to jump a few years to mid high school, because no joke I was on that Kingdom Hearts train for a WHILE. I love him, he was probably my first blorbo, before the term was invented. I tried to play the games after (MAJOR SPOILER) but I just couldn't do it. They didn't have the draw without him.

5. Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf

Now we've hit late high school, arguably my second blorbo. As a kid with ADHD, he was no joke valuable representation to me, even if it was sometimes played for laughs. I was also the least athletic kid on multiple sports teams who still tried really hard, so I got him, yknow?

6. Will Graham, Hannibal

It's legit tough for me to chose if I like the Will Graham of the books or the TV show better. (Don't ask me about the movies, I haven't seen them, and I probably won't. Movies and I have trouble. See: ADHD.) I'm not sure if he's a blorbo or just like, a regular character I like? My hannibal phase was my last 8 year ship, so the line is pretty blurred.

Now we've reached the part where I dived into a lot of fandoms at once, because I dropped out of college and kind of did a weird spiral? Idk, we've lost chronology is what I'm saying

7. Artemis Crock, Young Justice

god I cannot say enough good things about her and I also cannot express how much (MAJOR SPOILER) made me mad FOR HER. Like it was cruel specifically to her and we should talk more about that, honestly. She was definitely a blorbo, but we're still PRE blorbo as a word in my vocabulary.

8. Darcy Lewis, MCU

My first real fandom bicycle, I ship her with everyone from Loki to Agent Coulson to Natasha. As someone who often feels like the comic relief character in their own life, I appreciate her.

9. Kent Parson, OMG Check Please

My sweet, sweet disaster son. My emotionally constipated hockey boy. The reason captain america is my SECOND favorite character with a birthday on the Fourth of July. I love him, he was amazing, and also my first experience with like, really toxic fandom was being so mad when people tried to equate his canon mental health issues with a noncanon, imagined abuse?? It was wild, I ended up so distressed about it i did have to leave the fandom.

10. Armitage Hux, Star Wars

I mean you've been on my blog for like ten seconds i think it's obvious?? The others needed explanations but like YOURE HERE YOU KNOW

WAIT I FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE SHIT @sariastrategos @gingersnappish @fallingdeeperintothispit

[nabhx]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌

Bby I'm sorry I don't really have a playlist rn, I just kinda rawdog music these days 😔😔

Listening while drawing/gaming/whatever? Search for a new one after a song ends. Listening while riding my bicycle, meaning I can't just grab my phone and select? Listen to that shit on loop until you've reached your destination. I'm so serious. Like maybe last week I put on some music while driving home, about 30 minutes maybe? Midnight Skin on loop the whole ride.

Anyway I'm currently in the process of making a playlist for bike rides specifically. If anyone was wondering.

[gnomgnomovich]

@laurencher , вы просто... Я просто...

...Sooooo I just got home from work *cider is doing pshhhhh*

*Taking a reeeeeeeeally looooooong siiiiiiip*

So I've been drawing previous pic for a week, I guess. Like, man. I'm really tired. Literally every day since, I dunno, maybe last Tuesday? I usually returned from work at 8-9 pm and painted until 2-3 am and then just slept for 4 hours before work.

It's my first +- serious work for, hmm, 7-9 years I guess? I'm not satisfaed with the result, but just can't do it anymore X)

I have a serious lack of skills( It's not an affectation, it's a fact that was born from poor practice due some personal circumstances. Lack of practice leads toooooooooooooooooooo a bad lines and perspective and so. Like, I see mistakes in my work, but I can't do better, except in my head! And I don't know how people doin rendering! What is rendering?!?!

MY HANDS WON'T LISTEN TO MEEEEE

Like, for example, I decided to make the pic with shading to make it look more chaotic. So I've started with the cloak and did a loooooooooooooooot of shading in micro.

For two days I was like:

*scratching da shit out of the tablet*

But it's not even visible under other layers ahahhaha

*riding bicycle under a gray heavy rainy sky, ugly crying and ringing the bell, then fall off and lying in dirt*

...also the part I love the most is DOFUS, but it was not included into the original idea, so the whole composition looks overwhelmed in the end.

Well, at least it's dark. As I wanted!

*Hicc*

Okay, time to stop whining like a little bitch :D Soon I'll come back with more an ugly drawing, but tonight let's all sleep really deep and hard. Love you all, especially alcohol ehehe

Sorry for cringe but actually not sorry

[the-black-bulls]

Asta is 100% a Box-to-Box/Destroyer style Centre Mid, not particularly tall but has lots of stamina as well as physically strong, his low centre of gravity would make it hard to get the ball off of him too. A good comparison would be N'Golo Kante.

While Luck has a lot of energy I don't see him playing a self less role in midfield like Asta, with his speed I'd say an Inverted Winger/Inside Forward basically Kylian Mbappe.

I can see Gauche and Gordon making a good Centre Back pairing, their personalities are very complimentary with Gauche being the Aggressive Stopper and Gordon the Passive Cover. Sergio Ramos and Raphael Varane for Real Madrid come to mind.

Nacht I'd partner with Asta in a midfield pivot as a Regista/Deep Lying Playmaker, technically gifted as well as experienced, can rely on Asta to do the hard yards and allow him to take over the more creative role of the two. I'd see him in the same vein as a Christian Eriksen.

Yami is the Coach, you can't convince me otherwise. He just sits there smoking when they play/train and his tactics are entirely "Surpass your limits"

Grey is the ultimate substitute(if we're doing this with powers), she can be whatever you need, chasing the game she can become a tall striker, need an extra player in midfield to control the game she can turn into a small mid with a low centre of gravity. Holding onto a lead? Whats this 2 Gauche's?.

Magna I see as a hard working Centre Forward. He isn't a world class finisher but he gets into good positions and works hard defensively. Callum Wilson would be who'd compare him too.

Vanessa is an Attacking Mid she's pulls the strings going forward and creates chances. Doesn't do much defensive work thanks to Asta and Luck being endless balls of energy. Mesut Özil would be a good comparison.

Finral is a Full Back who looks to stay wide and draw defenders out when going forward to create space for the forwards. Trent Alexander-Arnold would be my comparison.

Noelle was a very boring player before joining the Black Bulls, but with the boost to her confidence she's become a very Fancy and Tricky Winger that looks to take on her defender with Speed and Tricks. I'd compare her to Allan Saint-Maximin

Zora is a bit of an old school Full Back on the opposite side of the field to Finral. He's a bit more defensive but he looks to start counter attacks when the Bulls have been pinned back in their own half. I'd use Gary Neville as his comparison.

Henry is the Goalie simple as that, doesn't have the same physical capabilities as everyone else but that hair would make for one hell of a wall.

Nero is the Coffee addicted Assistant Manager.

Charmy is the cook.

I think that's everyone in the Bulls

Wow, that's the football enthusiast type of headcanons I was looking for, well done my guy!!

Allow me to include some silly headcanons:

-- Magna is the team's captain and has scored the most goals.

-- Luck is a great striker, but he's often offside for shits and giggles.

-- Noelle claims that rules don't apply to royals, therefore she can go offside as many times as she wants.

-- Vanessa basically passes out after 45 minutes.

-- Asta loves doing these bicycle/overhead kicks.

-- Nacht is capable to play in any position, he just prefers to work with Asta and provide support where it's most desperate if needed.

-- Luck has the most yellow cards, Gauche has the most red cards, however Yami still tops the kingdom's all-time record of both yellow and red cards.

-- Zora leads the defense, he's great with offside traps and sweeping.

-- Sometimes Zora and Gauche act solo and ditch their positions, leaving behind Gordon and Finral crying and whimpering.

-- Before Henry, Gordon used to be the goalkeeper and was lonely.

-- Finral and Grey don't know why they're on the team at all. One time Grey gets so stressed she scored a goal... on her own team.

-- Liebe wears the team's mascot and keeps cheer-cursing the team the entire game. He hates football. So much.

[siyuri]

Wanted to write some stuff so why not here. It appears it is kinda fun to forget about some social media and then like 10 years later pick it up and read stuff your past self wrote. So for the future me.

Hi! Like...you know how everyone always have this habit at the end of every year to be angry at it, feel this bad summury of the feeling for everything that happened and forget any good things? So...fuck this, I had an amazing year. After covid, after mother's cancer, after her death, after my long four years of existing fuck knows how inside all that I had an amazing year. And just wanted to apreciate it and not look for bad things, but celebrate great ones.

This year started with me living in an amazing faetales world - I kinda have this problem... Myself from April to October is hyperactive person. I need to be outside ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I will camp, I will cycle, I will run, walk, crowl but everything should be outside. And my creative part of the brain is silent for half of the year. And then I have Myself - November until April. My creativity just wants to do EVERYTHING. Draw, lern some musical instruments, readreadread, paint glass, do toys, make ANYTHING. But for the love of gods don't look outside (I hope future me knows how to balance them). So, when I have a more than million words fic to let myself live into, I will do it. And when I can't think about anything but it, it is the best thing that can happen to me in this period. So, after like month of pure drugs, I watched some bad play in my city theater, and it was the last straw needed to me FINALLY go to Saint-Petersburg for an amazing theater they have there. Last time I was there, it was with mom, so it was hard to start. But. Then...oooooh! How many amazing things I saw! One of them - I was on 8hours long play "And Quiet Flows the Don" Sholokhov. And it was so epic - couldn't process it like for a day, just didn't talk and was in this happy drug creativity mode again. Then comes March! I had this dream...kinda long time ago, 8-9 years, when life was... good I guess. I wanted to do Cami de Cavalls track around Menorca...but life. And finally, this year!!! I have a wonderful job, I have stable income, I have powers and I can do it. So, comes April and i am walking 250km around Menorca on foot, and one and only dream I had is fullfiled. So... Then I am back and it is the hardest drop I had in a while, but who cares, we are here talking about good things. Then SUMMER! I am finally on good foot with my sister again, I have a friend, I have my bicycle again, I have the sun and everything is GOOD. And after 1.5 years of struggling our grave is done and it is the coziest fucking place in the world!! And then it is tents on the beach, sunrises, good food and seaseasea. And then it is Austria and Wachau and me, walking again and blue happiness at the horizen, because I never saw such mountains up close, and 250km on foot up down up down, and this drop wasn't even bad!!! So I am back home and it october and Larian is waiting for me, and this is just AMAZING, because I LOVE when good people do good things and get recognised for it. And then Palmarosa, it is like full circle, because outside me already asleep and the other one READY TO MAKE THINGS! And I make them and I even LIKE THEM!!! And aside of all transition problems and shitty things aside... like... who cares about them when yesterday I had the artist who is inspiration for me reblogged my art with inspiration tag? Like... WORLD JUST FEELS WHOLSOME!!! and I don't want to remember any bad shit from this one.

[absoluteflamingnonsense]

an extremely awkard sehren and @luciferesque‘s zaida for kiss week 2k19!

[star-anise]

Can you or someone kindly explain to me why violent riots are necessary? Why we apparently need to fight fire with fire? I just. Similar to your recently reblogged post, I cannot fathom how it is helpful. I understand that people are angry and they shouldn't be condemned in the way they are being condemned for property destruction (though people seem to forget that a lot of people, especially poor and disabled people, can't afford that) but like. What is this actually going to achieve?

The specific “point” of the current protests is addressing racist policing practices, an end to police brutality, and/or the abolition of the police, all of which have very actionable goals--for example, increasing crisis mental health resources, decriminalizing stupid shit that it doesn’t benefit society to police, changing how police are funded to de-incentivize unnecessary arrests or tickets, or increasing police accountability for harm. But I’ll address your question less as “what do these activists want to achieve” and more as “why are riots occassionally necessary praxis.”

The one thing I can’t comment on is how much the appearance of armed counter-protestors changes things. That’s new, partly in the last couple years and especially this week, and I haven’t got a solid grip on how that plays out. So I can just talk about my general knowledge.

The violence isn’t the inherently necessary part, it’s the protest. Protests and demonstrations are necessary; to create political change, it helps to demonstrate that a fuckload of people care deeply about this thing and are willing to take time out of their day to show that. It shows other citizens that this is an issue they could care about without being alone, and it shows the people in charge that if they don’t pay attention to this issue, a large proportion of their constituents are going to be unhappy. Sometimes the protest is also instrumental to the change, like occupying a building so it cannot be demolished, or occupying a road so that troop convoys cannot drive down it. My ex-girlfriend’s involved with a group that puts cups of paint on bike lane markers to demonstrate how frequently cars drive into bike lanes if they’re able to, in an attempt to get the city to invest in bike-friendly infrastructure. There are a lot of tactics out there.

Most protests are nonviolent and many are successful. They achieve small goals. An elected official may have so many people sitting in their office waiting room that they are forced to talk to them so that they go away and business as usual can resume. A cause may get on the news because people want to understand why a road was shut down or what all the people standing out there are talking about. People in power have to listen to activists and make concessions to them to make them go away. Stuff like that.

Some people believe that violence is intrinsically necessary--that’s the point of the Black Bloc, who think that property damage is a positive good in itself, or that nobody will listen unless you damage things and cost people money. That, to be honest, I... mmm. I think many people with violent leanings love violence in itself and will justify it more often than someone looking at the situation with dispassionate eyes will say, “What we need here is to break a bunch of shit.” 

But the more common cause of violence in protests is when people want the protest to stop or go away. That is, when the elected official’s secretary says, “Look, he’s not going to meet with you, please leave,” or a boss says, “I’m not going to increase your wages, so go away and stop telling the customers about your grievances with me.” Part of what makes a protest successful is saying, “No, I’d really rather stand here and talk about my goals than go away and make your day easier.”

That’s when it escalates to force. When they call security or police to get them to force the protesters to leave. It turns into a game of chicken; as a protestor, it doesn’t do to show that you can be easily made to back down, but your opponents are going to use an increasing level of force to make you want to leave, or to physically remove you. And when that escalates--for example, when the riot squad shows up and starts physically attacking people--protestors often find that sitting there and letting someone attack you isn’t a good strategy; keeping yourself safe and continuing the protest are generally preferable. Responses can range from putting people who’d make the police look bad for attacking in front (people in wheelchairs, people in nice clothing, people with bicycles, Nice White People, whatever), to having medics on hand to treat people who have been injured, to using umbrellas to ward off tear gas, to, yeah, the use of violence in defense. If a cop is beating up your friend, and you can beat the cop up so they stop, that makes a material difference to your friend.

This is why even Fox News has slowly started to cotton on to the fact that forceful police responses to protests, like calling out the riot squad, are the key feature that escalate protests and turn them really nasty. Only a small number of people at any protests actually want things to turn violent or loot things; the majority of people would rather use peaceful means if they were available, but they’ve found that nothing else worked so now they’re protesting. But once people are under physical threat, they get scared and desperate, and things get ugly.

Especially at Black Lives Matter protests, the police often have a very direct and vested interest in making sure the protestors don’t get listened to. They don’t want to be criminally responsible for the things they do in the line of duty or have the news talking about what a bad job they’ve done. Therefore, there is a lot of incentive for police to make the protestors look bad--so they’re very likely to use police tactics that they know will escalate the situation and turn it violent. And since that’s the exact thing BLM protestors want to draw attention to, it to some degree proves their point to be able to demonstrate the police responding to nonviolent people with violence when the cameras are rolling.

[mixelation]

What about Sakura for the character ask thing?

Send me the name of a character and I will tell you my ______:

1: sexuality headcanon - sakura is someone who, in my opinion, has a high disconnect between what she thinks she wants out of a relationship and what she actually wants/needs. Sakura definitely thinks she wants a very standard heterosexual marriage, to be a successful kunoichi but also a domestic goddess, to have 2.5 kids and a picket fence, etc.... but actually deep down she wants to rub ino's face in all SORTS of things to just go fucking feral. She wants to smash things and do what she whatever the fuck she wants, and she wants/needs a partner that will enable her her and, ideally, also keep up. She's used to thinking of herself as in the supporting role in a relationship and is more or less ready to rise that occasion, but she needs to recognize she also desires someone who will support her back-- someone to hold her purse while she beats the shit out of someone.

2: otp - sakura is a fandom bicycle but i DO like me some: inosaku, deisaku, itasaku

3: brotp - team 7, ino

4: notp - uuuh i do ship sakura with most people, but i'm very cautious about reading her with kakashi because of the student/teacher thing. like when i was also a seventeen year old girl, i thought it was fine, and i've read a few fics that i enjoyed that were AUs that didn't have them as student/teacher, but since i've worked in education and started projecting more and more of my adult/professional problems onto kakashi it's like..... nope, can't do it!!

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - i like the headcanon that sakura inherited tsunade's shit luck at gambling. like she's very carefully count cards and then draw an improbably shitty hand anyway

6: one way in which I relate to this character - i feel like the whole concept of inner sakura was accidentally a genius way to express that feeling of "i want to be a feral gremlin, but society says i have to be a sweet girl instead"

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - i try my best not to think about this, but remember when sai convinced her to fake a love confession to naruto? remember how even fucking naruto was embarrassed for her?

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? i want her to be a cinnamon roll but also i want her to run away with a hot missing-nin and i simply cannot have both

[hardkookiecookie]

answer all the OC questions 🔫

A-

(doing Ratabite for this <3)

🎵 ~ song for said oc

a song I always associated with them was "bicycle built for two", mostly cuz it's upbeat and about people in love

🍓 ~ favourite fruit

berries! any kind they find them sweet and tasty to just eat by the handful.

🏀 ~ sports they play (or would if they could)

I can't really see them playing sports but if they did I think they'd like Badminton or Soccer perhaps !

🎤 ~ favourite hobbies

drawing ! whenever Ratabite gets the time they draw, they draw the other Maximals, scenes, plants they like, rocks they like, just anything!

🍟 ~ favourite place to eat out

they're stuck on prehistoric earth man there ain't a Mcdonald in sight 😔😔😔 can't have shit

👖 ~ favourite clothes to wear

WHILE they are a ratbot they do like wearing big hats (like big sun hats) just for fun! also back when they had their wings they wore wing drapes that they made themselves!

🎷 ~ instruments they play (or listen too)

they play no instrument but I do think they'd like to listen to piano music

🍿 ~ favourite snack

They eat wires for fun . NOT live ones obvs but like ones that no longer work. eats them like Twizzlers

☀️ ~ favourite season

winter . while the cold is awful sometimes they like playing in the snow! the best part is when you come inside and warm up with some hot chocolate :]

🎂 ~ birthday date

October 30th ! made them on my Birthday so it's also their birthday :]

🧸 ~ favourite animal

I have to say rats here cuz if I didn't I would be lying, they also think dinosaurs are cool (for . obvious reasons <3)

🎁 ~ something they really want

they really really really want earth art supplies, markers, crayons, pens, all of it. the tablet they use is great but they want to use earth stuff, just for the experience!

☕️ ~ favourite drink

Energon BUT they do also like hot chocolate :]

📚 ~ favourite school subject

Art classes !

🍩 ~ favourite sweet treat

brownies or little energon candies :] don't leave them unattended with EITHER they'll eat them all

🌼 ~ favourite flower

Gladioluses and sunflowers ! they like how colourful Gladioluses can be and just thinks sunflowers are neat :]

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[Ok so the following is a story, (Rise Above This was was a working title) I was working on this completely on my own and I was quite excited about it. I actually had tried to plot out the progression and main plot points, and a few other notes for things I needed to look up and research to mesh the timelines a bit better. I hadn't gotten around to it though and now... well I don't know if I'll ever bring myself to write fanfiction anymore. I loved this story premise though and had such Hope's for it... ah well. The first chapter was completed but there was supposed to be so much more.. Frances having accidental magic and then getting sick and Healer Harry to save her... ah well. If you like the fic let me know, if you want to adopt it, comment.

Oh one other thing... not all the songs are actually nirvana songs, there's a pearl jam song used too but I was looking for songs in the right genre that seemed to work for the plot. It's all fair in fanfic right?

Anyhooty... I doubt I'll post the stories that were completed on my main profile as I orphaned them and they can still be viewedon archive just look up my old. Penname CagedNTorn.

For unfinished stuff I had oh let's see... 3 different charlie/Draco fics I was working on, one that was all but complete... I had a draco/spike crossover fic, plus there was the sailormooon/Harry Potter crossover... that was actually a Drarry fic too, there were a bunch of things that I'll likely never finish. So I'll post them by and by.

Do let me know if there's a better place to post the plot bunnies that are up for grabs.

Now I've blathered enough so here's the first chapter of Rise that can be adopted if someone is interested in finishing it.]

Rise Above This

Draco was backstage at the place he was playing that night.  He sat tuning his guitar wearing ripped jeans and a white long sleeve thermal t-shirt with thumb holes burnt in and also a mohair sweater he was particularly comfortable in.   Western Washington state was wet and cold pretty much all the time.  

This didn't really bother the English man though as England had similar weather.   He'd grown his hair out and had it cut shaggy and it hung in his eyes perpetually now but he didn't care.  It drove his mother nuts whenever she came to visit.  

Narcissa still hadn't quite gotten the hang of blending in with muggles but she was getting better.   She was sitting nearby chattering about her trip to France.   She was wearing faded bluejeans and a fitted corset top that she'd bought in paris.  She also had a posh cashmere sweater on where most of the kids were wearing flannel and converse sneakers, just like Draco. 

She had her long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail.   Draco smiled at her as she nattered-on about wines and the latest runway fashions.  At least he still had her.  Pansy was floating around somewhere too, probably flirting with someone.   

"I just don't understand why you have to look so scruffy though darling.   You have such a lovely face!  Can't you at least comb your hair back?"  Narcissa was saying.   Draco rolled his eyes at her but gave her a shit-eating grin.  

"Because I like looking scruffy.  It pisses off the establishment.  Even if it didn't, I'd still do it.  Hiding myself away is comfortable."  Draco said, handing his guitar to a stagehand.  

"Besides, this grungy war refugee look suits him.  He's ridiculously hot."  Pansy stated with a grin as she sidled up to accompany Narcissa out front to watch the show.  Draco could already hear the crowd cheering as the lights went down.  Draco and the 2 other blokes, 1 squib and one muggleborn, all cast outs of the wizarding world lined up off stage.   They formed a circle and everyone put a hand in and they shook them, clapped and cried out their chant.    

"Music and ass, gas or grass.  We're here for a good time, not here for a long time.   Lets do this!"  Draco led the chant the guys all cheered and then took the stage.  Dave went first and started a drum beat, Krist was next and began the base-line.  Then Draco, carrying his electric guitar, went to the mic.  He never looked at the audience.   He wasn't here for them,  not really.  He was here for himself.   Because he had something to say.  Even if no one really understood him or interpreted his messages clearly.  

"Come as you are, as you were

As I want you to be

As a friend, as a friend

As an old enemy

Take your time, hurry up

Choice is yours, don't be late

Take a rest as a friend

As an old memoria."   

He strummed the chords and sang the song not really looking at anyone.  He was trying quite unsuccessfully not to think about a certain messy haired brunette.   

After the war he'd had every single door slammed in his face.  Even the most menial of jobs wouldn't hire him.  Potter had kept his word and put in a good word for him and his mother but the blonde on stage really didn't know why he'd bothered.   No one in the Wizarding world wanted him or any other Slytherin around.   Dave was a muggleborn Slytherin in the year below Draco and had also been chased out.  

"Take your time, hurry up

Choice is yours, don't be late

Take a rest as a friend

As an old memory."  

It was hard not to think of Potter when he sang this song because it was about him, at least mostly.  There was always a thinly veiled anti establishment opinion mixed in. The fans loved it though and he didn't really mind.  It’s not like Harry would ever show up and hear it.  He was too busy still saving the world,  having babies and whatever else it was that heros did.  Not Draco.  His long shaggy hair hung in his face as he sang the chorus, and shook his head.  Just one word.  Memory.   His best and worst thing.  His respite and the source of his nightmares.  

He finished off the song and they hit a heavy chord progression into the next song.  

"Load up on guns, bring your friends

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's over bored and self assured

Oh no, I know a dirty word"  

The kids surged forward jumping up and down and shaking their heads as they raised their fists in the air and sang along.  

Draco had worked with Dave to put his thoughts on the war into muggle terms.  He thought they'd done pretty good honestly.  Even if they hadn't,  the teenagers in Seattle and California couldn't get enough.   He screamed the chorus and the kids screamed it with him.  

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My libido

Yeah, hey, yay"  

Five years ago Draco had left the wizarding world and his mother behind.  Narcissa was more than able to take care of herself.   Draco wasn't concerned about her in that respect.   His father had been a lot of things but stupid had never been one of them.  Misguided certainly,  but not stupid.   

Luscious had moved money around in various accounts all over the world.  He'd taken Draco with him on nearly all of his business trips.  Draco had had many private tutors growing up and could speak French, English, Russian and German fluently.  He could read in several languages.  His father had insisted.  Draco learned to balance a ledger when most kids were learning to ride a bicycle.   

When the ministry had seized their accounts in Gringotts,  they hadn't even seized a tenth of the true fortune.   Draco hadn't needed to work.  He'd wanted to.  However no one would let him.  So he'd packed a duffle bag of casual clothes,  taken his muggle id and cards and left for America.  He'd covered his accent fairly well he thought, and if he came off sounding like a stoned southerner at times… no one pointed it out.  

He met Dave hanging around kings cross station panhandling.   The two 18 year olds decided to strike out together.   Draco and Dave were sitting together at some boardwalk in Seattle, Washington when Draco flipped his skateboard and saw a kid playing guitar near-by.   He'd been hooked from the first chord.  He'd bought them instruments and they taught themselves to play.  

"I think you'll all know this next one."  

Draco hit the distinctive chords and the kids in the audience squealed with delight.  This was more personal,  more singing than the growly screaming.   More about his feelings than anything else.   He hid in his hair not seeing anyone.   In his mind he tried to be back in that skatepark with scraped knees, just him and Dave.  

"What else should I be?

All apologies

What else should I say?

Everyone is gay

What else should I write?

I don't have the right

What else should I be?

All apologies."

He sang the words not looking at his mother, not caring about her reaction to that statement.   He'd forgotten she hadn’t heard this particular song before.   Well she had to find out sooner or later he supposed.   

"I wish I was like you

Easily amused

Find my nest of salt

Everything is my fault

I'll take all the blame

Aqua seafoam shame

Sunburn, freezer burn

Choking on the ashes of her enemy."  

Draco finished the song and the kids were crying out various songs they wanted to hear while cheering and clapping.  Draco loved it.  He lived for it.  They only had one more song to play.  It would end the show on a high note before the next band took the stage.  The next song he was about to play was about a lot of things.  Various parts of the war, Tom Riddles beginnings, the discrimination in the Wizarding world,  his own parents a bit.   In hindsight, Draco realized that he likely should have adjusted the set list a bit when he'd found out his mother was coming to the show.  'Too late to do anything about it now.' He thought to himself.   Maybe they'd finally have a real conversation for a change.  He set his guitar in a stand nearby and took a deep breath.  

"At home

Drawing pictures

Of mountain tops

With him on top

Lemon yellow sun

Arms raised in a V

And the dead lay in pools of maroon below."  

He shook his head, hiding in his hair and not seeing anyone.   Only Dave and Krist, only his guitar.   The kids screamed and jumped and sang along.  Draco thrashed around stage with them, just the microphone cord wrapped around his hand.  

"Daddy didn't give attention

Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care

King Tommy the Wicked

Ruled his world

Tommy spoke in class today

Tommy spoke in class today" 

The guys backed him up intermittently on the chorus and the base thumped throughout the song, a steady heartbeat.  Draco couldn’t let himself worry about hurting his mother's feelings.   He sang what he needed to say.  He knew nothing was ever simple.  There were at least two sides to every story and a variety of contributing factors.   

"Clearly I remember

Pickin' on the boy

Seemed a harmless little fuck

But we unleashed a snake

Gnashed his teeth

And bit the recess lady's breast."

Draco knew the words painted a vivid picture.   He didn't care.   Maybe people would learn that bullying others for shit beyond their control was stupid and had far reaching consequences.   There were certainly a few chapters in his story that he'd like to rewrite.   

"How could I forget

And he hit me with a surprise left

My jaw left hurting

Dropped wide open

Just like the day

Oh, like the day I heard."  

There was no possible way he could make up for some of the shit he'd done.  He knew that.  He tried to just pass on the lessons.  Hoping that if he could even reach just one person,  it'd be worth it.  Exile in the muggle world.  They weren't so bad really.   Their fashions were quite fun, and much more functional than robes.  He missed making potions, doing magic.  It was a particular skill set that he was good at.  There was no place in the muggle world for magic.  He had to be even more careful now that they were getting really famous.   People were always watching him.  Hiding in the bushes, trying to sneak into his hotel room, everyone wanted pictures of him to sell to the press.  He couldn't risk anyone seeing him perform magic.  He did little things like casting stasis charms or heating up a hot beverage,  or casting a cooling charm on himself and the guy's.  He knew his mind was spiraling away from the uncomfortable conversation with his mother that he was anticipating after this.  

"Daddy didn't give affection, no!

And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear

King Tommy The Wicked

Ruled his world

Try to erase this (try to erase this)

From the blackboard." 

He knew his parents had loved him.  They had been very cold, and reserved in all things though.  His mother could be formidable when she wanted to be and his father was doting yet terrifying.   That was something about Tom Riddle's life that Draco had been able to understand.   Feeling alone, as if no one cared, no one understood you.  He knew how cruel kids could be,  because he had been the one leading the mockery in his day.  

He'd never once thought about what it might feel like on the other side of it.  Until he'd been on the receiving end of such mockery, ridicule and unfairness did he begin to re-think his actions as a snotty young man.  The crowd was going wild.  

Draco stood as the lights came up and he bowed with the guys.  They all smiled and waved to their fans.   Off stage, he saw his mother standing with Pansy.  Narcissa looked a mixture of hurt, worried and angry.  A reporter from MTV was there, shoving a microphone in his face.  Draco smiled his small smile,  just a turning up of the corners of his mouth really.   He answered all of the questions asked in a rare and rather lengthy interview,  glad for the temporary reprieve from his mother for the moment.   

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar set of green eyes and messy black hair, accompanied by none other than Hermione Granger and a regular. Analese Taylor was no stranger to Draco. She had been a fan since the band's boardwalk skate park days. Now that they were famous, she was their number one fan. The way Granger was clutching her arms, the strong resemblance between the two women, Draco could slap himself for not realizing what was so familiar about the girl. She had to be related to Granger, no other explanation.

Before he could really panic about the three familiar faces another familiar set of arms was thrown around his knees and a very delighted

"Daddy!" Rang through the room as his daughter Frances threw her arms around him. Draco glanced around for his soon to be ex wife. He spotted her nearby with arms crossed, looking furious. He sighed deeply as he scooped his daughter into his arms. The child was his whole world outside of his music. Draco glanced back towards Potter and Granger as his wife stormed over as the press and other onlookers were cleared out by Pansy.