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[bibliphale]

it wasn't exactly my place to be intervening in certain scenarios , as much as i liked doing so. angels weren't supposed to stop every issue , otherwise humanity could never grow. there'd be no war , no violence , but all progress would stop. i knew about the travesty that happened to the girls on that plane. vessels disappear all the time ; over oceans , forests , mountains , you name it. however , i was stateside in the 90s when they'd vanished , i'd read the headlines , i'd been very aware of the public outcry to find them. i wanted to help. i probably could have sooner , but all angels were warned against it. let it play out , orders from the top.

it had to be demonic work , surely. whatever those girls had begun to consort with out there left a mark , one any celestial creature worth their salt could feel , which i could. there was one girl in particular who seemed to be struggling the worst. even if she didn't believe in god , or prayer , i could feel her pain almost as if it were my own. hungry , starving , no doubt she'd begun to see me as an hallucination , which was what i was hoping for , since i genuinely couldn't intervene in the path they were on , as much as it made me ache. this was the fourth time i'd appeared to her , & each time i swore she looked thinner than before.

she was in the meat shed this time , again , working away at the remnants of some frost bitten deer carcass with a hunting knife. appearing if out of thin air , my hands neatly clasped behind my back , i carefully sidestepped her to stand in the corner ; all whites & pale blues , unblemished , plump. a variable cherub in this wilderness of horrors.                    ❛            you know , i think .. i think i saw a couple snow rabbits just up over the east ridge. you could .. you could tell natalie , maybe. some nice rabbit stew might warm you up. all of you.            ❜

my voice was careful , tone steady despite my desperation. brows knitting , i tipped my head slightly to the side , squinting at her , then at what she was doing. i shouldn't be here , i shouldn't be intervening , she must think she's going insane. but i couldn't exactly sit around & do nothing.

@enr4ged / closed starter !

[sammyofold]

Here are those fic recs I promised you @incesthemes ! I hope there's some in there that you'll really enjoy <3 I split up the recs into overarching tropes to group some together, but I'll start with those that don't fit into any of the groups.

The list got a bit long, so I decided to split it up into two parts.

(Part 1 | Part 2)

Courting Death by theproblematique.

Summary: Sam Winchester lived the first six months of his life in a happy family; the next twelve years as John Winchester's only son, and the last decade as an orphan. He's supposed to die at twenty-two trying to save the woman he loves from a fire, because he doesn't have a brother to pull him back. But the night Sam meets his Reaper he discovers that Death is overly fond of pop-culture references, too beautiful to be real, and reluctant to kill him.

Servant of Servants 'verse by klove0511.

This is a two-part series (though I think it might've been intended to have more fics, its ending doesn't leave you feeling snubbed), posing the question: "what if it had been Sam who'd been mortally wounded at the end of Season 1?"

love potion no. 9 by according2thelore.

Summary: Dean drinks a love potion. Sam is falling apart at the seams because he's been in love with his brother for more than a decade.

keep me in a daydream by according2thelore.

Summary: After an accidental kiss makes a hunt go suspiciously well, Sam and Dean decide to try it again. And again. And again. It's no different from wearing lucky socks, right? A 5 + 1.

for you and me (i got no alibi) by remy.

Summary: There are people hitting on Sam wherever he goes, and Dean is doing weird things like holding doors open for him and touching him way more than is necessary, and it's all driving Sam up the wall. It doesn't help that he's been in love with Dean for just about forever, and all of it feels like a mockery of something he'll never get to have. Meanwhile, Dean is at his wits' end trying to figure out how he can make Sam realize that he is, in fact, trying to get into his pants.

Ben Has Two Dads by regala_electra.

Summary: When Ben turns thirteen and learns that Dean Winchester is his father, he runs away to join his father (and uncle). A tale where boys are boys, Vikings are Vikings, unicorns go to Candy Mountains, Dean and Sam are in big gay love, and Ben becomes a Winchester.

Last Temptation by merle_p.

Summary: Sam is running a fever again, the kind of fever no Ibuprofen or cold compress will bring down, the kind of fever that is eating him up alive, eviscerating him from the inside. He is too hot and too cold and too pale, delirious and shaking, resonating with whatever divine energy the trials are subjecting him to, and Dean is not sure how much longer he can stand to see him be in this state. Because Sam is quite possibly dying, and there is nothing Dean can do to stop it. Because Sam is dying, and he just. Won’t. Shut. Up.

Five Times Dean Forgot and One Time He Remembered by elsi.

Summary: Rowena warned him the obliviate curse might have “aftershocks.” That Dean could relapse to his amnesiac state without warning—though only temporarily, she assured. But this? This goes beyond calling a lamp a “light stick.”

Whatever It Is by theproblematique.

Summary: Both Sam and Dean get sent to the year 2014.

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life, Too) by TeacupUnicorn.

Summary: Sam and Dean get handcuffed together during a hunt. With a werewolf on their tail and a proximity to each other they haven’t had since they were kids, their unstable relationship is put to the test and their trust in each other is pushed to the limit. Set sometime after 5x16 and before 5x20.

Not Her Sam by Yuval25.

Summary: Future Dean goes back in time to change the future and saves Jess. Future Sam tags along unexpectedly. And Jess is okay. No, seriously. She's fine.

Mistaken For a Couple

101 - mythology by ani_coolgirl.

Summary: As Sam, Dean, and Kali flee Lucifer's slaughter, Kali makes an assumption. The boys try to clear up any misconceptions. They don't do a very good job.

I need you so much closer by cherryvanilla.

Summary: five times they're mistaken for a couple plus one time they actually are.

Domesticity

Paisley by samsexualdeancurious.

Summary: After his mind wall was broken and was healed, Sam knows he can’t be a hunter anymore, so he and Dean retire, and Sam ends up finding a homeless dog who was abused and together they heal.

The Chicago Verse by compo67.

This is a series spanning a whopping 169 fics. I've read only a few of them and I enjoyed Sam and Dean retiring in this town together. It's still updating, looks like, since the latest fic added was in May of this year.

a few things worth saying by hathfrozen.

Summary: “So this morning,” Dean ventures as they blast down the highway in pitch black night toward a probable werewolf case. Sam looks over at him, thin eyebrows raised, eyes clear and calm. He’s not even difficult about it, doesn’t ask what Dean is after, doesn’t deny what had happened. Instead he says, very simply, “I just figure, why lie?” Alright then.

All The Way In by hunters_retreat.

Summary: Sam never did know how exactly it happened. One day, he and Dean were run ragged, exhausted from yet another disaster of a hunt, no money and no gas, no prospects and no allies left alive to give them a hand. The next, they owned a store with a shooting range and Sam was a professor of religious studies at a local community college.

Pre-Series & Season 1

To Blow Against the Wind by dreamlittleyo.

Summary: After Oasis Plains, Sam and Dean can't. Stop. Touching each other.

Star-Crossed by Agent_Hellcat.

Summary: Before Sam departs for Stanford, he writes a letter to Dean, begging him to come to Palo Alto with him.

Birthday Suit by wincestation.

Summary: On the morning of Dean’s eighteenth birthday, Dad takes him to buy a suit. Sam is… interested.

house song by according2thelore.

Summary: “The werewolf.” Sam says, quick. Hushed. Scared. “I don’t know how. I was—He was standing above you and then he wasn’t. And I think I did that.” Dean keeps whispering stuff to Sam, banal reassurances that Sam soaks up like a sponge, but he feels sick. Sammy did something impossible. Sammy’s been doing impossible things. For years. Or: Pre-Canon/Teen!chesters AU in which Sam develops powers at age eleven, Dean will do anything to protect him, and they have to live with the consequences

Outsider POV

What I've Done by Amoreanonyname.

Summary: He wasn’t going to say anything more about it. He could tell, Dean was happy to see him, but wasn’t going to humor this topic. Dean, young Dean would jump to obey John, to answer John’s questions, but this was an older Dean who was more loyal to someone else now. More loyal to his brother. John wasn’t the priority here, and he realized with another guilty jump in his stomach that he never should have been.

something you love and understand by monsterq.

Summary: In heaven, Mary makes an unwelcome discovery about her sons’ relationship.

a skeleton terribly restless by remy.

Summary: Mary knows she doesn't fit right in this strange new world she's woken up in, with these grown men masquerading as her sons, but she tries her best. She really does. She closes her eyes to all the things she does not want to see, and she lies to herself until she's convinced. Until she can't.

Flowers on the Window Sill by orphan_account.

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester's relationship as observed by the good people of Star's Hollow.

Soulmates

Fix You by non_tiembo_mala.

Summary: After their encounter with Famine, the boys are in dire straits. With Dean left shaken by the horseman's taunts - which rang truer than he'd like to admit - and Sam juiced up on demon blood again, Dean is at a loss. He has no idea how to move forward, or where they're meant to go from here. Then again, they’ve always had each other - perhaps their salvation isn't as far away as it seems.

All Too Familiar by sammichgirl.

Summary: Sam's new hobby has consequences they never saw coming. Turns out, that's OK with Dean after all.

What We Do by BleedingInk.

Summary: Castiel catches Sam and Dean in a compromising position.

since feeling is first by queenklu.

Summary: That he wants to think this is Dean yanking a leash should make his blood run cold, not aching hot. It should make him sick, angry, it should get his fucking hackles up and make him fight. He does want to fight. But there’s a skin-thin line between primal things, and fighting isn’t all he wants to do.

if the dam breaks open many years too soon by deirde_c.

Summary: Sam’s soul springs a leak, and Dean’s the one who can repair it.

In the beached margin of the sea by rivers_bend.

Summary: Sam and Dean black out on a hunt, and when they wake up, Dean's having visions and Sam can't get new, strange feelings out of his head. When John finds out about the side effects, he'll do anything to get rid of the "curse". But Sam and Dean don't want to go back to the way things were before.

I Don't Need A Symbol by amoreanonyname.

Summary: It hadn’t meant that much to Sam at first. A warm glow at being able to do something nice for Dean, to give him something for once, to make him as happy as he seemed when he put it on immediately. It was what it meant to Dean that made it mean something else to Sam.

[marcandreyuri]

after searching high and low for a sidgeno related sever and not finding one, i decided to make one myself!

introducing sidgeno central - a discord server to talk about sid and geno and all the various ways they are very weird about each other. come chat about the boys, fic writing, general hockey, and more. we're an 18+ only server, so minors do not join!

please reblog this post so people can find it and join, and we have more people to chat with!

[starttraction]

@spring-lxcked sent : ❛  if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so.  ❜ ( for michael / ultimate shitty father sarcasm lmao </3 )

random dialogue starters. ( accepting! )

well, that's just asking for trouble, isn't it? he knows ( well, believes, but to him it's as solid as any fact ) he's being purposefully poked at -- he shouldn't let it get to him, his father is just prideful, it's... it's fine. he puts his hands in his pockets to dig his nails into his palm, out of obvious sight. use your words, michael.

" ... i uh... it's not a problem, but... " he murmurs, before swallowing. that's a lie. but sometimes it's better to lie. " was it really necessary to talk to her like that? i mean, lizzie's just... she's little, she doesn't know. "

[fivefeetfangirl]

När vi två blir en // When we become one

taglist: @destielpiebitch

If anyone else wanna be on the taglist lmk!

[droidsplode]

@kxllerblond said: "How did they manage to get so many snobs in one place?"

Rex is leaning against the bar, his back turned to it as he observes the room of mingling politicians. At the comment of the man behind the bar, he chuckles into his glass. " For my sake I'll choose to assume you are not including me in this statement . " He jokes. " For your sake, if any of these ' snobs ' ask , I'll tell them I didn't hear you correctly . "

Usually Rex doesn't attend events like this. None of these people would even recognise him, despite taking orders from him on a daily basis. His neat suit and the American flag pin on his chest identifies him as a member of the government, sure, but few know him beyond the drones he controles.

" It's inevitable when you put a bunch of powerful people in the same room , I suppose . " He muses with a shrug. " I've found a lot of politics is just an elevated form of a dick measuring contest . It takes a certain type of person to be good at that . " He turns to the man. " I would assume , running places like this , you'd be used to dealing with these types . "

[narwhalsarefalling]

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[cocolacola]

hey are we still down with fulfilling that goofy bit from yesterday (hellsing powerpoint night) cute mutuals interact with suggestions plz

[httpiastri]

yayayay dont be shy make the c.ai of pepe public 😉😉😉😉🤗🤗🤗😜😜😜

bestie… if you're talking about the one w the pokemon mentions………….. 😭

[hamadacare]

the night tadashi met @flossinspector

“Sleep tight my Tadashi.” A kiss to his forehead. “You wouldn’t want to be missing out on a nice buck from her buddy-” “Tameo, shh!-”

The giggle and chuckle from a set of parents become white noise to a young child named Tadashi Hamada. His mind has room for one voice, and that was his own. Tonight was special. It would be for any other child who has experienced the same; Tadashi’s first tooth came out. And his parents tucked him in bed with the most riveting tale. The tooth fairy is coming! 

It’s supposed to convince him to sleep quicker, yet it’s doing the opposite; Tadashi’s shut eyes feign sleep to his parents, but when they embark with a baby Hiro to their room and flick the lights off, Tadashi’s eyes open. His wide, white eyes contrasting the dark of his room. Nothing haunted his mind, he was just eager. What should he do to prepare? Should he unlock his windows? Should he sleep at the opposite side of his bed to make it easier for the tooth fairy to retrieve his tooth under the pillow? Should he-

*:･ﾟ✧

Before him, fluttered a far more creative iteration of the tooth fairy, a version that not even his youthful mind could imagine. A lithe figure that shares her presence with her array of wings, a human with feathers so lustrous, that it almost made her body look like if it was made up of scales, a woman with lips that were born to smile. And all that he could do was take it all in with a grin of his own. Not even his missing front tooth could make his smile incomplete.

“The tooth fairy!”

It is an excited whisper, the special kind that only a child can conjure. He is, thankfully, not stretching his voice into a full-blown scream. Fear didn’t exist, no, only wonder.

Tadashi escapes his blanket and gets his knees to eagerly crawl to the end of his bed. When he makes it, his chest heaves. In it, contained his fast-paced heart. But no matter how ferociously it drummed at his ribcage, all that he could do was breathe. Tadashi Hamada, a young, ordinary boy of 6, was sharing an orbit of a revered friend. He was going to be knowing the tooth fairy. Would she be taking his tooth in her hands? Is she going to manifest a new one for him? What will happen to his tooth? Do teeth gain consciousness upon her touch? There was so much to know! Instead of asking, his throat stirs a girlish squeal as he clutches the blanket in front of him into a hug.

“I’m … I’m Tadashi! Are you taking my little tooth? Here-”

His knees scurry back to the start as he flips the pillow upward like opening a treasure chest with a sacred item inside; on his mattress, untouched, was a piece of him that belonged to him no more. The child honors it by staring at it seconds longer before his enthusiasm --enthusiasm that wants to know what happens next-- makes the gaze short-lived. He comes back to her the same way he did earlier.

“You’re so pretty! … I want you to meet my parents and my little brother! Oh, can I bring them? Can I?”

Tadashi giggles at his own excitement. He makes no sense in being uncoordinated, but when does anybody make sense when they’re so full of love?

[nudibutch]

sold this computer to this guy who i communicated with on google translate in spanish (on my end) and now im like panicking making sure he knows what he bought

[loathsomedogs]

@facesblind  sent:  let  them  suffer  then,  said  with  a  nonchalant  shrug.   the  godfather  sentence  starters.

the  sepia-toned  scene  settles  into  place,   prickling  sunset  and  its  old  clouds,   along  with  her  easy  shrug.     with  a  twitch,   his  brown  gaze  sharpens.     narrowed  like  breathless  ivy,   hugging  the  dark  side  of  a  sacred  tree.     there’s  an  un-bled  ache  in  his  veins,   to  hold  her  shoulder  in  his  fist.     curl  his  bone  into  hers,   until  there  is  no  him  and  her.     only  you.     (   even  the  toothless  parts  of  me  need  to  eat.   )     outside  of  himself,   jed  doesn’t  move.     and  so,   he  chortles.     huskily,   maybe,   rust-lunged  from  a  bad  habit.     his  voice  crackles  to  life.     full  of  smokey  static,   collecting  at  the  base  of  his  throat.     it  shouldn’t  sound  real.     ‘   su-ffer,   huh?   tricky,   tricky.   ’     his  tongue  darts  to  his  smile’s  corner.     the  man  coos  wrong.     a  slant  of  light,   too  quickly  broken  by  his  chin’s  curve  downward.     ‘   suffer  how?     something  mean,   down  to  the  bone.     right?     c’mon.     sell  it  to  me.     make  it  smell  yummy,   an’  i’ll  take  the  bite.     promise,   just  for  you.   ’

[quillheel]

@aethergate // starter call!

The walls felt thin, bleeding him out, bleeding it in.

━ this is how it always felt, since he was fast; too fast; and the bars came down, in the spinning dark. A carnival of something and the something else, lines dug in the world, platforms emerging from the oily depth, the static, the━

dare not speak a devils name. ( were they the devil? he can't remember. a concept foreign, lost to him, lost to the world; too. )

the sound, however, is familiar. the shimmer-shatter of noise breaking, colliding, of realities asunder. the Knight made the same. a thousand terrible calls, an orchestra, o apocalypse...

perhaps the same. perhaps not. but the guest, the guest was free. freer than them. unbound, unbound, unravelled. stitch by stitch, they did not belong, did they? perhaps he was nary the person to ask of belonging at all, a past weighted upon his haunches, half-gone. envy did not rise to meet the lonely jester at the other's freedom, only inquiry, only a swishing tail, only a smile. to be so free, they've learned, is to be alone. how terrible, terrible! a fate they've both met, he must imagine. how unconquerable for the other, he imagines as well.

a spine bends back, up, ears pinned backwards and bright needle-felt eyes zero in like pinpricks. Darkness made them wide and lantern-like, before excitement made them thin again; like the blinking of a light, like the eyes of a beast; how curious it was, it was, indeed!

" OH WHO, WHO, DOES THIS DARKNESS BRING? " a voice like bells, crunched metal, something worn and still ringing; viscerally unlike the world the Other came from. laughter, the head tilts, the neck soft. " A LIGHTNER? A DARKNER? NAY, YOU ARE NEITHER. OH, LONESOME THING, WHAT INDEED DOES THIS DARKNESS BRING? "

[hannieehaee]

hhu getting all sulky because another member/guy drove you home after work …? :>

being sulky you bc of another guy - hhu

content: mentions of established relationship, mentions of some jealousy, etc.

wc: 316

a/n: lmk if u would like a vu or pu version<3

masterlist

seungcheol -

so overdramatic over it lmao. makes sure you know how sad he is over it, he walks around sulking and with a permanent pout on his face. how dare you depend on another guy when you have him? when you know he'd drop anything to come pick you up himself? do you need his card to call an uber? he'll give it to you! as long as you promise to never get another man to do you any favors – that's his job.

wonwoo -

completely indifferent about it. asks you if you wanna stay on the phone next time while on your way just to make sure you're fine and safe. also offers if you need him to drive you or if you need him to send over his driver. he'd never want to inconvenience you, so he's just always offering up alternatives to ensure your most comfort. would rather he be the one to drive you, though.

mingyu -

tiny bit sulky at knowing you had to go ask someone else for a favor rather than him. he's not jealous bc it was a guy who drove you home, but more so because you felt the need to go to someone else for a favor rather than him. he'd rather you ask him for such things, not liking the idea of you heading home with a stranger rather than him. if it had been a member, he'd see no issue and would not mind.

vernon -

doesnt really care. he knows you have male coworkers as well as male friends, so of course interacting with them is just going to happen. he trusts you too much to even let any jealous ideas cross his mind. he'd be specially fine with it if it was one of his members who drove you home since he knows and trusts them as much as you. would not even question it.

[goldenhypen]

✴︎ ⎯ interrupting them with a kiss

pairing | enhypen x reader

genre | fluff

wc | 1.2k

warnings | kissing lol + some playful teasing/bickering,, lmk if there’s anything else!

a/n | first work since the hiatus omg hope y’all enjoy i haven’t done one of these in a whileee

HEESEUNG ♡

this boy is literally in the middle of answering a question YOU just asked but you can’t help but notice how ADORABLE he looks right now

wearing his oversized hoodie that engulfs his entire tall form somehow manages to make him look so tiny before you

and so you can’t just sit there and act like you’re okay

you can’t hold it in you anymore

so you kiss him

“oh…” he says, blinking at you, pleasantly surprised as you pull away. “do that again, please,” he smirks with more of a demanding voice this time

LEE HEESEUNG????

you’re left there at a loss for words at this reaction you didn’t expect to elicit from him

and so noticing you’re not doing anything, he decides to take things into his own hands

literally thanos’ “fine. i’ll do it myself” but make it intimate, sexy and lee heeseung

and you catch yourself melting under the hot touch of your boyfriend as his lips immediately find yours

JAY ♡

after kissing him all of a sudden, he lowk flinches and looks at you wide-eyed before acting like you didn’t just make his heart suddenly rush at 150 miles per hour whilst simultaneously doing hundreds of flips in his chest

he looks at you with a questioning type of look before laughing, attempting to mask his now flustered state before letting out a confused, “what the…”

“sorry, you were talking, then i realized how pretty your lips were looking as you were talking, and then you talked some more, and i—couldn’t hold back :)”

he scoffs playfully while letting his eyes shut half closed, still looking at you with an unamused (actually, very amused) stare, “so are you gonna let me finish what i was saying—”

“or should we make out for a few minutes? :D”

“y/n!”

no but after exposing him to the idea, soon the only thing leaving his lips were yours every time you had to catch your breath— (oop)

JAKE ♡

honestly,,, he’s barely taken aback??? 😭😭

like jake srsly? 😭 way to ruin the fun 🙄

nO BUT YK WHAT HAPPENS NEXT THO???

okay so you were the one messing with him, right? buT SOMEHOW BEFORE YOU KNOW IT HE’S THE ONE HAVING FUN MAKING YOU FLUSTERED DJDNDJDJ

literally turning this entire thing around like it’s some game

and so now he’s the one having you forming into a useless ball of mush as he suddenly takes hold of your face, kissing you back passionately like he thinks you can handle it or something 😭

lucky for you he’s holding you so even if every muscle in your body shuts down, having you weak under his touch, LIKE IT DOESNT FEEL LIKE IT BUT you are safe and secure with him <3

moral of the story: almost always whenever your lips meet his and you pull away, his brain just automatically takes it that he needs your lips back on his again asap and he’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants

this boy puts a whole lot of value on the kisses he gets to share with you. sorry i don’t make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

SUNGHOON ♡

sunghoon is just smiling as he reminisces out loud some memories you two shared from a while back

and if you’re being honest, the moments he brought back to life through his words started to make you fall in love with him all over again

you smile ear to ear just as he is and suddenly you catch yourself staring at his lips,, maybe it was the pretty smile you were just always so attracted to…

*peck*

“hey! what was that for?!” your boyfriend exclaims, very obviously flustered by your sudden move on his lips and djdjsjsj you catch a glimpse of his cheeks growing red before he turns away to hide his cute face with his hands

is that not just the most adorablejejsjdjd

he takes a few deep breaths in to compose himself before turning back around, ready to scold you (ZJDJDJ yes hoon you go !! dhdjdj)

“y/n, you can’t just do that!”—yup, great one, hoon, keep going—“i—was talking! and that was rude to interrupt me while i was talking…yeah! and actually, i should be the one making you flustered! not the other way around!”

smoothhh

“oh, so i made you flustered then?”

“hey!—you—no! i’m just saying…”

you let out a small chuckle, “cute.”

“what did you just say?”

“i said you’re cu—“ *peck*

“park sunghoon!” you laugh, in shock

“now look who’s getting shy.”

I— ???

SUNOO ♡

when you suddenly kiss him in the middle of his long run down of the latest gossip between his peers, a gasp leaves his lips as a smile automatically graces his face

“hey!” he hides his face in his hands and chuckles unbelievably, whining playfully, “don’t do that!”

“what? you don’t like it?” you tease

“if you do that again, i’m gonna refuse to even bother talking to you. you hear me? got it?”

oh the sassy little sunoo threats

“mhm, it’s just ‘cause you wanna kiss me so bad too, huh?”

“oh my, y/n,” the boy literally face palms, sighing, “yeah, let’s continue this conversation another time.”

he’s so done (nah he actually loves playfully bickering with you) he literally begins walking off, so you shout, “so is that a yes to more kisses, or???”

“no!!!”

“are you sure??”

“ugh, fine!”

he loves you 🙄😔

JUNGWON ♡

HED GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST CUTEST PUPPY KITTY(??) EYES

like full on adoration

he doesn’t care that you just stopped and interrupted everything he was saying

he thinks it was just so cute that you kissed him like that

a smile grows on his face as he asks what that was for

and you tell him how he just looked cute and you apologize you couldn’t help yourself

and that was when he had it

and he immediately leaned in and kissed you right back

YANG JUNGWON CALM DOWN A BIT PLS ITS TOO MUCH FOR OUR WEAK YN HEARTS-

NI-KI ♡

GETS SO FLUSTERED RIGHT ON THE SPOT

right as you pull back and watch for his reaction he’s letting out a chuckle and pressing his lips together, turning his entire body to face away from your view

he’s in his own world for a moment, processing what just happened before getting flustered again and trying to calm down and compose himself

and so you try to get his attention again. you poke him a few times, “riki? riki? riki?!”

he turns around, TRYING TO ACT ALL COOL AS THOUGH HE WASNT JUST STRUCK WITH THE BIGGEST SWARM OF BUTTERFLIES IN HIS STOMACH

like riki your face is all red, you can’t hide nothin 🙄

“hm?” he asks in the most composed voice and with the calmest face he could pull off (p.s. he was not very good at acting “calm” at all whatsoever and you just couldn’t let this boy have his moment)

“you’re so red right now,” you point out and cackle

“do you wanna kiss again?”

SJSNDJ I— ???? NISHIMURA RIKI!?&@:’!

a/n | lol don’t mind if the tenses were all over the place in this one T-T i tried writing in present tense for once,, let’s hope it stayed that way throughout the whole thing djdjd ,, i hope you liked reading this one! first goldenhypen work in how many months?? hope you lovelies enjoyed !! likes and reblogs are very appreciated mwah <3

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[beawhatchumean]

FINALLY THEY COMPLETED!!

the true complete experience of the SWK & Macaque shimeji (for those that like the ship or duo me guess)

LMK SHADOWPEACH SHIMEJI VER 1.0!!

Just click on the big words and ya can download, ye :D

Contains 2 zipfiles: The normal version and less frames version

Read down below for explanations on that

if got any problems launching and stuff, dont be afraid to message me, i'll try to help ya out :>

but as seen in the quick lil poster i made there, it says extra animation + more more info about that underneath the read 👇

so first things first,

SAME LIKE PREVIOUS ONES

this is the same thing like the previous shimejis. actually its the same ones skskksk. so I wont waste time here. like:

extra animation

custom action name

custom action

non-symmetrical shimeji

REMINDER FOR THE NON-SYMMETRICAL SHIMEJI

same thing like the macaque one, I made versions where he has symmetry & doesnt. so if you dont want your pc to lag, do get the less frames version

PLEASE DOWNLOAD THE LESS FRAME VERSION TO NOT FRY YOUR PC'S!!

SPECIAL INTERACTION CODING

this is where the special parts of this specific shimeji comes into play. it is coded where the SWK & mackie shimeji can interact with each other and in this case

THEY HUG!!

This is how they function:

One of the target shimeji must be in "Hug?" mode

The other shimeji will scan if there is a shimeji in "Hug?" mode, and then activate "Hug!" mode

"Hug!" shimeji will run after the "Hug?" shimeji and activate the hug action

then they hug :]

This can happen via you searching up in the settings or it happens by itself

It can work either way, either Wukong initiates "Hug?" or mackie does it, and they both have their own responding hug action, I'll let you discover what it looks like yourself ;]

UPDATES WILL HAPPEN!!

for now, this is the only interaction action so far but i do love to add more later on, maybe a kiss interaction action or maybe a hand holding interaction where they become one conjoined shimeji

but for now that is all ideas and whether they can work, up for future me to test

BUT DO STAY TUNED >;3

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

but for now that will be all for ver 1.0

many thanks to anyone interested in this project and of course

BIGGEST THANKS TO THOSE THAT HELPED BETA TEST THEM

for privacy reason they shall stay anonymous still but

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ >:3