#abilities

[aurelion-solar]

Arcane Savior Viktor Concept Art - Lisha Du

[evans-endeavors]

ABILITY FORMS LEDIAN #166

The idea of giving pokemon different forms/designs based on their abilities is so charming. Had to draw my favorite little guy!

Original idea by @n0rtist

[downfalldestiny]

Don't just dream it. Live it 🏮 !.

The only limit is the one you set yourself. Believe in yourself and your abilities.

[angstylittleguy]

The 53rd Day

Bennett is trapped in a time loop, one where Dalton experiences a growth spurt in public, leaving Bennett to scramble to try to prevent it. // Part 2

tw: blood and injury, anxiety, implied death

character context: Bennett frequently gets stuck in time loops and the only way to get the loop to end is for him to survive the day. Dalton is a size-shifter whose height is affected by his emotions.

word count: 2k

-> In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong masterpost link: Here

-> character introductions and moodboards: Here

Bennett jerked awake, gasping for air like he had been dragged underwater. His lungs burned in his chest and his head spun with vertigo. He was hot, his clothes sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He tore off his shirt as he tried to steady his breathing. 

The sun hadn’t even risen yet. Bennett didn’t have to check the time to know it was 4:28 am. It’s always 4:28 am. It’s been 4:28 am every time he woke up for the past 53 mornings. It will probably be 4:28 am tomorrow. And it will be 4:28 am the morning after tomorrow. Bennett thought he was going to be sick. 

He threw himself out of bed, slinging the bed sheet that still clung to his legs onto the floor. Bennett didn’t bother to shower, not yet at least. He was out of soap. He had been out of soap for 53 days. No matter how many times he went to the store, no matter how many bars of soap he bought, he would still be out of soap tomorrow. 

The bathroom light was blinding, a harsh yellow against the darkness of the early morning. Bennett stared numbly at himself in the mirror, the black tally marks littering his arms like ugly stains. He picked up the sharpie he left by the sink and removed the cap with his teeth. He added another tally on the bicep of his left arm. 

His stomach was twisted with knots. Anxiety gnawed at his flesh. Bennett didn’t know what to do. 

He wished Josiah was here. Of course, his cursed time loop started the day after Josiah left campus to visit home. The universe had its own unique way of making him miserable. 

The store didn’t open until 8:00 am and Bennett had four hours to come up with a plan. Nothing he’d tried thus far had worked, but he had to keep trying if he ever wanted to make it out of this alive. And he meant that quite literally. 

He got dressed, putting on the same yellow hoodie that he had worn since the loop started. It never got dirty, so why not? The mud stains, the sweat, the spilled drinks, and the blood had always disappeared when the day reset. No one remembered the failures, the embarrassment, and the near-death experiences (or were they simply death experiences?) but Bennett, and he had nothing to show for all the horrors he’d been through. 

Bennett just wished he could go back to sleep. The thought had occurred to him before, many, many times. But no, he couldn’t. He had something important to take care of. 

Bennett had been sitting outside of Dalton’s house for three and a half hours before Dalton finally opened the door. He jumped at the sight of the Bennett sitting on his front step, instantly growing a few inches. He put a hand to his chest, trying to calm himself down before he could grow anymore.

“Shit, Bennett,” Dalton said, voice weak like he was out of breath. “What the hell are you doing here? And how long have you been here?”

“Since 4:30.” Bennett stood now, craning his head back to look Dalton in the eye. 

“And you didn’t knock because?”

“I figured you needed your beauty rest.” Bennett patted Dalton on the chest. “And I needed time to think.”

“Okay, I don’t know what you��re up to, but I really don’t have time for whatever it is. I’ve gotta…” Dalton’s voice trailed off and he ducked back into his house. 

Bennett followed him inside, closing the door behind him and lingering in the living room. Dalton’s voice called out from the bathroom: “Do I look too unnaturally tall to go out?”

“Yes,” Bennett responded, knowing that no matter what he said it wouldn’t change Dalton’s mind. “You’re like, six-ten right now, dude.”

Dalton groaned. “I don’t really have a choice; I need to go.”

He appeared from the bathroom, stalking down the hallway. “It’ll probably wear off after a while, I’m sure it will be fine.”

“Yeah, except it won’t,” Bennett muttered, watching as Dalton grabbed a faded backpack off the floor and slung it over one shoulder. “Where exactly are you going this early anyway?”

Bennett, obviously, knew the answer already. 

“It’s nothing, just something for class.”

“Why won’t you just tell me you’re going to your art showcase?”

Dalton’s height seemed to waver with the question, his head nearly brushing the low ceiling now.

Bennett pinched the bridge of his nose. “Dalton, this is exactly why I’m here. Something is wrong with you. Something is wrong with everything. And if we don’t figure it out, we’re just gonna keep doing this dance until one of us—” He stopped himself, his voice catching. “Until one of us can’t anymore.”

Dalton turned back, his face tight with irritation but softened by a flicker of concern. “What are you talking about?”

Bennett hesitated. He hadn’t wanted to do this now, not before he’d had time to think things through. But there was no other way. “We’re stuck, Dalton. Or, I’m stuck. In a loop. Every day, the same shit happens—me waking up at an ungodly hour of the morning, you freaking out and growing in public—and every day, I have to start over like none of it ever happened.”

Dalton stared at him, his expression unreadable. Then he laughed, a sharp, humorless sound. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was.”

Dalton ran both hands through his hair, exhaling hard out of his nose. “I can’t just not go,” he finally said. “It’s worth half my grade.”

“Who shows up for school events on Saturdays anyway?” Bennett countered, trying to lighten the mood at least a little. “You should skip, I’m sure everyone will understand.”

“It’s not just about me. My group and I have been working on this project for months. They’re counting on me to be there. If I don’t show up, I screw over everyone else, too.”

“Look, I get it,” Bennett said after a pause. “You don’t want to let anyone down. But maybe—”

“No ‘maybe,’” Dalton interrupted, grabbing his keys from the counter. “I’m going. I have to. I can’t just stop living because of this… whatever this is.”

Bennett stared at him, torn between wanting to argue and knowing it wouldn’t do any good. “Fine. But I’m warning you. It’s not pretty.”

“Noted,” Dalton said dryly, already heading for the door.

The drive to campus was tense, Dalton practically vibrating with nervous energy. Bennett sat silently in the passenger seat of his car keeping an eye on him, half-expecting a sudden growth spurt at any moment.

By the time they parked outside the building, Dalton’s breathing was shallow, his grip tight on the steering wheel. Groups of students and professors were heading inside, some just milling around the entrance.

“Last chance to bail,” Bennett said quietly.

Dalton shot him a look. “Not happening.”

He climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut. Bennett sighed, leaning against the hood as Dalton disappeared into the crowd. He watched him go; shoulders stiff but head held high. Bennett gave him a moment—gave himself a moment—before he followed him inside, trying to prepare for what was going to happen.

...

Bennett stood at the back of the room, his gaze fixed on Dalton as he fidgeted nervously at the podium. Dalton’s eyes flickered toward the crowd, his face pale, a sheen of sweat already forming on his forehead. Bennett could tell he was barely holding it together. He’d seen Dalton like this before—flustered and anxious—but this time it seemed worse. The anxiety radiated off him in waves.

Dalton cleared his throat and adjusted the microphone, his hands shaking. “Uh, hi, I’m Dalton Richards. We… um.” His voice wavered.

Bennett’s heart clenched at the sight. He’d never seen Dalton this nervous, and they were all depending on him. But Dalton’s words were faltering. The audience watched, waiting, and Dalton seemed to shrink under the weight of their expectation.

The lights above glared down like a hot spotlight, making Dalton squint. He gestured toward the projected image of their mural, and Bennett could see his hands trembling. “Our work reflects transformation. And, uh, perseverance,” Dalton stammered.

Bennett’s stomach dropped. He wanted to do something, anything, to make Dalton feel better, but all he could do was watch.

Then, a faint cough echoed through the room, and it was like a switch flipped. Dalton’s eyes went wide, his breathing shallow. The sound of the cough ricocheted off the walls, and Bennett could see Dalton's face twist in discomfort. His chest heaved with each breath, and something in his posture changed.

Bennett swallowed, already knowing what was happening. His heart began to hammer in his chest. Dalton’s whole body was tense, his hands gripping the podium, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I—” Dalton’s words broke off as his chest tightened. The look on his face shifted, panic flashing in his eyes. Bennett’s pulse quickened as he watched his friend stumble, his knees buckling beneath him.

Dalton was growing. His limbs, his torso—everything about him was expanding, elongating in a way that defied reason.

“Are you alright?” one of Dalton’s groupmates whispered, their voice tinged with fear.

But Dalton wasn’t alright. His breaths were ragged, his body shifting uncontrollably as his height surged. The stage groaned under the strain, and the crowd murmured in alarm. Bennett could see the chaos spreading, whispers turning into shouts.

“Dalton!” Bennett called out, pushing through the crowd. His feet carried him toward the stage without thinking, his heart pounding in his ears. He had to get to him. He had to help.

But as he reached the front, Dalton's body surged again. He went down to his knees with a bone-shattering crash. The stage splintered beneath him, sending a jagged piece of wood flying toward Bennett.

Bennett didn’t have time to move. The wood struck him with brutal force, digging into his side. Pain exploded through him as he staggered back, clutching his ribs. Blood soaked his shirt almost immediately.

“Bennett!” Dalton's voice rang out, desperate and raw, but it was too late. Bennett felt his knees give way, the world spinning as he crumpled to the ground. The pain in his side was overwhelming, but worse was the look on Dalton’s face—horror, guilt, and fear all mixed together.

Bennett tried to focus, but his vision was blurry. The world around him seemed to fade as he felt himself slipping, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His hand pressed against the wound, but the blood kept flowing, too much too quickly.

The shrieks of the crowd were distant now, a faint blur of noise. All Bennett could focus on was Dalton, towering above him. His friend’s eyes were wide, panicked, but there was nothing he could do. Bennett couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move.

He just... couldn’t breathe.

Everything felt like it was happening underwater, the edges of his vision darkening. He couldn’t hold on anymore.

And then, everything stopped. The world went still. The pain, the panic, the crowd—it all slowed. Time seemed to stretch, and for a moment, Bennett felt weightless. It was like a second passed, or maybe an eternity. He couldn’t tell.

And then...

Bennett gasped, his chest jerking with a sharp intake of air. The sudden rush of oxygen burned in his lungs, but he was awake—alive. His hand still clutched his side, but when he pulled away there was no blood, no sign of injury. He was in his bed and the sun had yet to rise.  

Part 2

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[ethanthespookymonth]

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My name is Lord Madness

And I choose: Become any age permanently and Travel anywhere instantly

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[n0rtist]

Can gameplay help define a character design? I discuss how Abilities were introduced and how their meaning changed over time in Pokemon.

[tulipe-rose]

Assuming the special division for unusual powers is the one that assigns names for each Ability, they probably named Dazai's Ability 'no longer human' in tribute to the fact that only humans are affected by Abilities, such that being unaffected by them is alien, and therefore branded as 'not human' (take Lovecraft for example). The painful part is that they called it no longer human in recognition to the fact that he was once human, making it all the more tragic for him. Imagine telling a middle schooler he was no longer considered a human; he literally just lost his humanity, and will probably be abused for it, the adults should've seen suicide coming from a mile away.

[capriddle]

My Black sisters are full of different talents, especially:

Bellatrix: skilled in writing, organization, magic, and the use of melee weapons;

Andromeda: skilled at reconciling, pretending, discovering secret information;

Narcissa: skilled in the arts in general, plays the piano, draws very well and can dance.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) -Oneshot

You weren't certain how you got so unlucky. Ichigo always told you that this captain was a psycho. You should have taken it more seriously. Because when you discovered your abilities, the Head captain assured you that they would be able to help to avoid another breakdown like you had in the world of the living.

Splitting a building in half.

You were scared. Terrified that you would hurt someone. You'd gotten lucky that the structure was abandoned, but the next time you wouldn't be as fortunate. So here you were, in the soul society, hiding.

"I just need to make it to Rukia, then she can open that freaking portal and get me out of here."

You had one meeting with Mayuri Kurotsuchi and that was enough. He went on a tangent about all the experiments he wanted to conduct and it became clear that he had no interest in helping you hone your skills.

"There she is Nemu."

You flinched from your spot behind the wall. You weren't even offered a chance to run.

"W-Wait!!"

"Knock her out."

With a swift tap to the back of your head, your vision faded.

~~

"Such bothersome creatures, humans."

You were laying on the table and Mayuri moved closer, holding the needle.

"Master, if you'd explained to her that we were actually trying to help she might have been more willing."

Mayuri just grinned.

"Everything I do has a purpose. Powers such as hers are typically more prominent when she's in fear. I was merely checking to see if I could urge a fraction of that energy. I was right. You saw it didn't you?"

Nemu nods.

"Yes master, her reiatsu is quite raw. Humans in the world of the living are quite unique."

"Indeed they are. I will enjoy this."

He pressed the needle into your skin, watching the liquid slide beneath your skin as he stepped away.

"Now we wait until she wakes up. You're dismissed."

"Yes master." Nemu bowed, walking away.

Mayuri's gaze moved back to your form. You shifted against the table, and his eyes narrowed.

"Is she waking already?"

You should have been asleep for at least another hour, especially with what he'd just administered into your bloodstream. He placed the needle down, moving closer. Your eyes opened lazily, and Mayuri just folded his arms.

"How unusual, you're already awake."

It took a moment for you to gather your bearings, but when you did, your eyes shot open. You jolted upright.

"What the hell did you-"

Your statement dropped at the end, and your body disappeared. Mayuri grinned, and you staggered when you reappeared a distance away, eyes shaking in shock. You straightened, and Mayuri just watched you proudly. Your eyes drifted to your hands.

"W-What just happened..."

"I believe I fixed your problem."

You just stared at him. Because although he'd literally kidnapped you and possibly slipped some crazy evil genius serum in your veins, you couldn't deny that something felt different. It all felt lighter, like you'd dropped some heavy weight.

"Would you like to learn more?"

His grin was wide, because you knew he could see your eagerness to understand what happened. He would no doubt put you through some crazy trails, but your curiosity was brimming. You needed to know.

"I do."

Exactly what he wanted to hear.

~Four Months Later~

"WHAT THE HELL MAYURI!!"

You were being chased by a hollow and Mayuri just watched.

"I told you that your reiatsu was growing. You should never let your guard down."

"NO SHIT!!"

You spun around, clenching your fist. When it jumped at you, your legs grounded and you fired a punch. The base of your hand connected with its mask and the shockwave of energy caved the hollow's mask in, sending a rush of wind that batted against the trees present. The hollow disintegrated almost instantly as the wind began to level out.

You huffed.

"Impressive, your spiritual pressure has grown quite a lot. Your abilities are still very sloppy, but there is always room for improvement."

A vein popped on your head at the statement.

"I'LL SHOW YOU SLOPPY!!"

This was nothing new.

Mayuri made you his little lap dog. Always testing out his crazy theories on you. The first time you mastered flash step, he'd failed to tell you that you were close to the Kuchiki clan's residence. So when you landed in Byakuya's koi pond and killed some of his precious fish, it's safe to say that you'd spent that night in the fourth squad barracks getting healed by Hanataro.

He was a menace to society. An effortless genius, but a bastard. After your outburst, you'd left and headed to hang out with Nemu and her little association. She was having tea with some of the other female reapers.

"Then he says that I'm sloppy, do you believe that!!"

Okay, so maybe you just came to vent.

Rangiku laughs.

"That does sound like him."

You sighed heavily.

"I just wish he'd help me without it always turning into me ending up with a dozen bruises. Is that too much to ask?"

" I understand you might be skeptical, but Master must have faith in your abilities."

You snort.

"Like if, he just enjoys having me around to mess with." You grumbled.

Nemu wore a smile.

"Master has never taken interest in anyone who wasn't on some level important. Especially humans. In his eyes, there is worth. It may not seem like it, and he will never say it, but to him, you matter."

The statement was not what you were expecting.

You didn't want to talk about it further, so you grabbed a cup of tea and downed it like alcohol as Yachiru cheered in the background.

As you were making your way back after hours of venting, her words still wouldn't leave you.

That's why when you headed to his barracks, it was just a distraction. Your trips to the soul society were usually you hanging out with Mayuri and ending up in some kind of crazy situation.

Although that was the truth, you could have walked away at any time. You didn't have to keep coming back.

"So why do I.."

You couldn't answer the question.

"He will never say it, but to him, you matter."

You blushed as the words played back.

"I-IT'S NOT LIKE I LIKE HIM OR ANYTHING!!"

"Quit your yelling."

The nonchalant voice was expected. You hadn't even realized that you walked into his personal lab.

The blue haired male standing before you was not who you expected to see.

"W-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!!!"

"Would you seize the yelling."

His voice sounds agitated and you just pointed dumbly, because you knew that voice.

"M-M-Mayuri!!"

He ran a hand through his hair, disinterested.

"Who else would it be? Do you think I would let some stranger into my personal space to exploit my discoveries? I'd quicker dissect them."

A creepy smile grew on his face and you sweatdropped.

"Yep, that's definitely him."

It took you a moment to realize his hair was dripping, as if he just came out of the shower. He was moving around the room casually, yet you still kept your distance.

This was weird.

Your silence must have finally drawn his attention, because he turned to you, and your face heated up.

"Why are you suddenly so quiet?"

"N-No reason!!"

You waved frantically.

He didn't seem to buy that. With one step, he was standing right in front of you.

Mayuri leaned slightly to match your height, wearing that know it all grin.

"Did you fall in love with this face?"

"T-THAT'S RIDICULOUS!!"

His stupid smirk didn't leave, and all you wanted to do at that moment was punch him if nothing but to stop your embarrassment. His hand slid behind your neck, and you meant to question it, but his lips were suddenly pressed to your own, and all you could do was gape like a fish. His sapphire tresses tickled your forehead, and you couldn't help but take in the scent of his wash. It was almost intoxicating.

His tongue drifted over your lips teasingly and you couldn't stop the sound that escaped. Mayuri pulled back, tauntingly. Enjoying the dazed look in your eyes.

"You're transparent, (Y/N)."

You swallowed. Because during the entirety of your partnership, he'd never called you by your name. Nor has he ever looked at you like that.

"Nemu was right.."

It seems you've gained the attention of this crazy genius. You weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

[bubblesxo]

tachihara hc

you know how he was put under so much pressure to be just like his older brother when he was growing up? well, once he was gone, the abuse and pressure of that eventually led him to develop an ability similar to his, or even a derivative of the same ability, according to the official Wiki page, which says:

"Similar to his younger brother's ability, Shunzen had the ability Midwinter Memento (真ま冬ふゆのかたみ, Mafuyu no Katami?),[3] which initially allowed him to produce items made of metal from between the pages of a book."

therefore, i headcanon that not only others, but also tachi himself at one point put himself under so much pressure that his body's/soul's way of alleviating this and helping him survive is to take on the same form as his brother

[aurelion-solar]

Ambessa, the Matriarch of War - Champion Concept Art

[vendetta-if]

OMG!!!! I just realized that together the MC and Ash make a Balrog! Fire and shadow 😋 I don't know why that just popped into my head, but it did and now I can't stop obsessing. Like what if they had a kid and it inherited MCs shadow powers and Ash's fire, then they make a literal Balrog!!!

🤯 The thought didn’t even enter my mind until you sent this ask! And a child who inherits MC’s shadow powers and Ash’s fire power… It’s actually not a bad combination of powers. Also, just picture how intimidating it would be to see a figure shrouded in a mix of shadows and flame, or a hooded figure with red, glowing eyes like embers 🤔

[pokemoninaction]

Fuecoco used Flamethrower!

Dolliv used Helping Hand!

Flapple used Twister!

Baxcalibur's attack rose! (Thermal Exchange)

~ Horizons Ep. 55

[angstylittleguy]

Hi!! I have an ongoing series that is a collection of one-shots involving a group of people with unwanted abilities and I'm putting together a tag-list! Here is a link to the navigation page!

If you like angst, g/t, whump writing, super powers, found family, then you might like my series!

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[kani-mp3]

How I think abilities work:

(I recommend reading 55 Minutes for this but i’ll try to explain it)

In 55 Minutes the main antagonist is Verne, whose ability is an island, if someone dies on that island Verne gets their ability. During the war, this island was used by 7 traitors (Verne’s friends) to kidnap the leading military leaders of each country and abuse them into peace. This worked but once peace was achieved some of the traitors died, others disappeared. Verne was alone and continued to protect the island for 14 years. Annihilation, a bomb that would destroy a lot (Yokohama included) was brought onto the island and with that Wells with the ability to go 55 minutes back (there are conditions). Verne disguised himself as Gab, befriended Wells and secured annihilation.

During that porcess Wells died, which caused Verne to get her ability. He travelled back in time to save her (she was his only friend he was lonely). Everytime he went back, someone died which he didn’t want. He travelled back so often (with the goal to keep everyone safe and healthy)that Wells’ old ability developed, so he had the new goal of travelling back 14 years to see his friends (7 traitors) again and maybe stop the war in the first place. Vernes ability had a consciousness (Gab) which developed too until it took over Vernes body. The ability grew to have a will of its own.

In 55 Minutes it was stated that its a known fact that *some* abilities can develop over time. Also, Gab(the ability) said himself that hes been conscious ever since Verne controlled that body. His voice wasn’t heard and he was floating in lukewarm darkness but he was there.

What this tells us:

Abilities have their own mind, they can think but not be heard. They belong to the body of whoever uses them. For example Thou Shalt Not Die, Yosanos ability knows it exists, but just like Gab it’s voice can’t be heard. Now, Thou Shalt Not Die cannot take over Yosano’s body, because for that Yosano would have to use it countless times, which would only be possible if she became immortal (unlikely) or, like Verne, either created or was trapped in a time loop. I’m not sure if she can develop her ability because it was stated that only some can develop, but for Yosanos ability it wouldn’t make sense, because she already healed a number of people in the war, and there just isn’t a lot about her ability that can develop. Alcott’s ability, Little Women, could develop. Time could probably pass even slower a room.

Another example would be Atsushi’s ability. I think everyone is aware that the tiger has its own ‘mind’ , that they are two, not one. (The Tiger .. landed while transforming back into Atsushi. p.220) Before reading 55mins I assumed for example Dazai, or Yosano’s abilities were one with the person controlling them. Thinking about it now, that makes no sense. Why would Atsushi’s ability have a ‘mind’, if Dazai’s didn’t? (‘mind’ is used lightly here, its used to describe a state of being, a consciousness)

I think abilities are innate because Gab said he has been conscious ever since Verne controlled his body. The reason why everyone with abilities is fucked up? Because society. I would be able to explain this better if we saw Yosanos or Dazais older past. Did they run away? Were they kicked out? How did they discover their ability? I need a novel about the whole life of a character to answer this question accurately.

But that aside, obviously once Mori gets informed there is a child with a strong ability, he will take them into his care (children are easier to manipulate). Even if its not Mori, they will destroy (Atsushi the orphanage), be feared (Akutagawa) or just in general be treated harshly, because theyre a ‘monster’ and ‘scary’(Lucy in the orphanage). At a young age they don’t know/understand that the thing they were born with and can’t control is ‘wrong’ and ‘should be feared’. Or maybe abilities choose a body unconsciously that is bound to tragedy, giving it something to protect itself with.

So Fyodor. He’s immortal, his ability allows him to take over the body of whoever killed him. This is a long shot but maybe the letter he wrote to Sigma was the real Fyodor and who is currently controlling him is Fyodor, his ability(Gab basically). He has been alive for a long time, his ability had a long time to develop a will of its own. In 55 Minutes Verne told Atsushi his story by using his remaining power, I’m guessing real Fyodor(not the ability) did the same thing with Sigma, writing the letter, taking over his body again and being confused (maybe he’s confused because he didn’t have power anymore and forgot what was going on).

The important thing about abilities is that they are neither good nor evil. They simply exist, sometimes they just lead to bad things.

We don’t talk about Kyouka or Chuuya, obviously abilities can be given/forced into them (not sure if thats right I haven’t read sb), but we’re talking about the ones that aren’t.

I kind of mixed theory and analysis in this, I hope its still understandable, thanks for reading!! (This is my first time ever using tumblr idk if I did it right)

(I apologise for any grammatical errors, English isn’t my first language *\(^o^)/* )