#helo... i hope this works for u!!

[dawnedon]

UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. [ potentially with the "stranger" offering dawn their umbrella when its raining strongly ]

a comprehensive list of scenarios | accepting!

Pastoria was a city of perpetual rain, humidity, and overall swampiness. While most of the region was still seeing snow this time of year, Pastoria was far enough south for said snow to turn into torrential rains.

Dawn liked to visit the Safari Zone to check up on it whenever she was in Pastoria chatting with Crasher Wake. The skies above were gray, clouds heavy with rain. Dawn could smell the rain in the air too before it even fell. Of course, the Champion didn't have an umbrella on her. She didn't anticipate being in the city for so long, but she was.

Fat droplets of rain began to strike the earth, drumming up into a heavy downpour as she stepped outside. Her hands moved over her head to act as a makeshift shield, though it was superficial at best. There was no blocking out a rain this intense. It was cold on her skin, seeping into her coat almost immediately.

Maybe she could hunker down in the Pokecenter for a while, or figure out something else... Lake Valor wasn't too far - maybe Azelf would have her for a while-

Her thoughts were interrupted as an umbrella was soon held over her, heavy drops pattering noisily against the fabric.

"Oh-" Dawn starts, turning to look at the stranger, "that's nice of you. But you really shouldn't - you're going to get soaked too. I can just like... hold my bag over my head or something. I think it's waterproof."

[velvetures]

Heya I absolutely adore your writing and I would looove to request something like the “vulnerable” fic you wrote about ghost, but for könig instead. So much fluff and so many praises for our pretty boy, since I feel like he would show us his face but he’d be really anxious and self conscious about it. Feel free to decide if u wanna add nsfw content or not, I’m happy with whatever :))

Touch starved, intimacy craving cod boys will be the death of me 😔

Thank you in advance c:

Defenseless

a/n: so sorry I'm answering this so late, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless 🩶 this isn't the most in-depth... but I really tried to get the feels of it. summary: The Colonel has been stated as having something up his ass for nearly a week. no tw's that i know of...

The Colonel had been unusually insufferable for over a week at this point.

Barking demands, snarling at everyone in his path, making a total bloodbath out of the one mission assigned to him, and practically punishing all of his men during the two training sessions he’d deemed mandatory. He was on a tirade unlike anything you’d been witness to before, and there was hardly a place to escape from him. That only place being the garage which you had not-so-coincidentally been holed-up in after receiving a vehicle that was for less of better description… utterly fucked. But budget apparently didn’t allow for a replacement, so you’d been sent out to fix the helpless machine.

You didn’t necessarily consider yourself “co-workers” in the normal sense. You didn’t share office memos, or even work in office cubicles that shared a flimsy divider. The majority of your work with him came down to managing the transport to and from the base to their mission insertions. Be it helo or armor-truck, you were licensed and proficient. It gave you one of the most important jobs on base… Transporting the most dangerous men that KORTAC could throw at an enemy. And their massive, intimidating, hooded Colonel was included.

“I heard him chewing into a private’s ass for standing in front of his office door while he was sitting inside… with the door shut.” You overheard one of the mechanics chuckling from underneath of an LUV that had a leaking brake line.

A couple of the other guys joined in the conversation, ignoring your presence for all intensive purposes. You could only imagine that they were doing so simple because of how well attached you were to König in a more personal relationship. It had been nothing but professional and regulatory, but the sight of you lingering around the Colonel for more than absolutely necessary raised plenty of eyebrows around base. It just worked out that you had your entire top half of your body twisted in the engine bay of an MMPV that had taken enough IED damage to need a lot of maintenance and replacements. A pain in the ass you had been fussing over for hours just today; not even thinking about the fact that you’d been engrossed in the job for nearly a week.

“What’d you think Major?” One of the men calling out to you brought your attention away from a replacement coil-on-plug system sitting in a box, not touched yet on the wheel well to your right.

“About what?” You feign interest, not wanting to be caught listening in on conversation.

“The Colonel,” He clarified. “You seen whatever it is that has a stick up his ass sideways?”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t make a habit of checking the Colonel’s asshole…” If it’s not clear in your tone that you’re quite finished with the conversation, he doesn’t take notice.

“You’re pretty close with him aren’t you? Can’t you put in a good word for everyone on base… he’s practically frothing at the mouth!”

“I’m not a damn veterinarian either, Johns.” You warn, losing a bit of your patience.

It was one thing for König to swing his weight around like they were suggesting… it was another for him to have been struggling with something far more stressful than normal. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time a soldier took out frustration of the job on his fellow officers. Especially if he got a reality check that displayed just how fragile the system really was in times of actual strain. Not that you’d even had the chance to see him since this “tirade” began, but you could only imagine that something more than the obvious was going on behind that bleach-stained hood over his head.

Girly gossip from the small group of mechanics went on long into the evening. Theories stretching from a mission gone bad to some kind of personal insult from a superior. While the solutions to his “problem” oftentimes resulted in some kind of reference to his sex life being dry, or outright nonexistent. It all sounded ridiculous to you between cranks of your socket wrench or the occasional shrill of an impact drill.

Thankfully you could shut out the sounds for the most part, but by the time you’d found a decent stopping place, the sky outside the hangar had blackened for the night and the temperature dropped far enough that your breath misted in front of your face. It was plenty late enough to head back to your quarters and get enough sleep before being right back under the hood at first light without feeling totally miserable. You didn’t expect to run into the Colonel on your way back to your room.

From the way he walked alone, you could tell that he was exhausted. The toes of his boots skimming the ground a little more than normal, as well as the slight hunch is his typically unforgiving posture. König looked like he’d had his ass kicked before being asked to dig his own grave and crawl out of it. Hearing everyone complaining about his sour mood made even more sense than before, and you couldn’t blame him for sharing around the misery. Besides, he was one of the highest-ranking people on base… it was his reluctant responsibility to deal with people almost every second of the day.

He deserved a damn break…

“Hey! Colonel!” You called out just loud enough to make him stop. Begin careful enough to not just call him by his first time in the case that someone was listening in. His head snapped in your direction and he stiffened for a moment before recognizing you in the dark shadows of the night and parking lot lamps.

“Major…”

Chills rose on your skin hearing his roughened voice rolling your title off his tongue. He wasn’t the slightest aggressive, and you couldn’t quite decide if he was just sparing you his anger, or just worn himself down too much to care. You jog the distance between you, feeling some tension in your lower back from being bent over that damn truck all day. Hopefully it wouldn’t make König’s notice… he was always very particular about injuries or overuse with his direct-connection officers.

“Wie war dein Tag?” His eyes crinkle at the corners like he’s smiling under his hood.

At least that’s what you imagine he’s doing.

“It was alright,” You nod giving him a smile. “Working on your MMPV. It’s in a hell of a state, and I’m not sure I can fix her.” You mutter a bit quieter, mind drifting to the vehicle and the limited amount of actual repairs you could do without needing some additional parts or funding allotted for the repairs. König seemed to pick up on it for a moment, but he also ended up having half of his mind somewhere else for the time being.

“I understand…” You couldn’t be sure if he meant simple exhaustion or a shared feeling of being much in the same state as your armored car. “I’m certain with your attention, it will do more than survive the blow.”

You giggle softly, resting your hands on your hips and digging your thumbs into your lower back as nonchalantly as possible to hide the way your digits pressed and rubbed at the immense pressure building right above your hipbones. Your shared mental and physical abuse wasn’t the slightest bit new. It always felt like when you got to see König for any respectable amount of time something was wrong with one or both of you. Normally, it made for plenty of good jokes and light teasing. A good one didn’t come to mind, and the Colonel didn’t appear in the mood for banter either. Really, his voice didn’t even sound like it wanted to be present. Fading in and out of gravelly and growled tones between German-accented syllables.

“Are you retiring for the night?” His blonde eyebrow raised up above the ripped eyehole of his mask. You spared a glance at the roof which shielded your quarters from the elements. Damn near two-hundred yards away, as well. You hated thinking about the walk.

“Yeah, I figure I should head that way. It’ll take me fifteen minutes to get there if I don’t drag myself across the concrete like I want to.”

König chuckles lowly, bringing another smile to your face. You hoped it was a decent relief from what was bothering him so badly to make base feel like a war zone. The thought of being his first sign of something positive in days only intensified your joy of the thought. He takes his own glance in the direction of your rooms and then looks back to you with something of an appraising edge. Even scanning the immediate area for good measure before visibly losing some of the façade hiding his exhaustion.

“Drill in the morning?” He asks quieter, nodding his head for you to follow alongside him.

“No. Just working on that damn truck…” He chuckles again, giving you a softer look out of the corner of his eye.

“You can always stay with me,” He says quite a bit more offhanded than the offer really was.

There was no fucking way regulation would stand for it even if it was nothing more than a platonic pajama party. The mere thought of “the Major” and “the Colonel” being spotted leaving the same bedroom after a night alone would have them both court-martialed and discharged. Yet König handed out the offer easier than he could hand out candy to small children on Halloween. It spun you for a loop. Resulting in your feet welding themselves to the ground and your eyes widening as you turn to look up at him in question as to if you’d actually heard him correctly.

“Stay with you… stay… like, overnight?” The sentence alone felt so forbidden yet enticing in your mouth. König shrugs. A little more of his tension developing in his shoulders as you visibly see himself second-guessing such an intimate thing quite randomly.

“It was just an offer, Major.” He clarifies. “My quarters are much closer to your garage… and I’ve got everything you might need for one night away from your own bed.” He added with a soothing kind of tone.

But it left you just as anticipatory. He wasn’t this forward. At least, not in such a personal way. He didn’t phrase things this… domestic, directly and he sure as hell hadn’t ever thought to try it on you above all others. There was something more to this, and it wasn’t just due to the distance to your own quarters compared to his. A benefit for him lingered somewhere just below the surface of truth he’d been willing to speak about. Naturally, you weren’t about to take the first step in pushing him. So instead, you took the choice of playing the long game and allowing him to take the lead.

He is your superior officer, after all.

“You know… I might just take you up on those amenities, Colonel.”

His eyes crinkle again, giving you a second opportunity to wonder what his pretty mouth must look like when he smiles.

“If you stay, my rank stays outside. I don’t prefer answering to a title in my own home.” His low voice rumbles with an affectionate tone. One that makes you nod your head automatically, like he’d whispered some spell over you.

“Of course, sir.”

His quarters weren’t what you expected.

Instead of the typical grey walls and standard furniture, he’d went about the process of either collecting some more personal things or brought them from wherever he’d lived before now. The bed was actually massive, swallowing your position that a king size bed was more than large enough. The four posts around it had been stained a dark, ash kind of color over heavily grained wood. A desk sat over against the wall underneath of the one window in the room and while it was stained the same color, carved designs on the drawers and feet were different from the bed frame style. The walls were void of any pictures or art, bit there was enough personal touches scattered around that it pieced together a bit more of the mystery behind the Colonel’s personal life.

“It’s really nice,” Your compliment falls into the room softly, almost like you’re attempting to keep the atmosphere untouched by your presence. “Where’d you get all of your things from?” It wasn’t until after asking that you realized it might be too personal of a question considering his attitude.

He looked around and shrugged. “Antique stores,” He ran a gloved hand over the top of a nightstand next to him. “I liked the idea of fixing things… and I had the knowledge of how to do it.” Your insides twisted in interest at the idea of König being well-versed in woodworking. Images of the massive man knelt down with sandpaper and reaching the smallest nooks in the carved wood. Meticulous. Unwilling to take a shortcut… it made more sense the longer you thought about it. He walked up behind you and rested his hands on your shoulders gently, letting out a deep breath.

“I didn’t… invite you here just for convenience.” He admitted a bit shyly, fingers twitching to squeeze your shoulders just a little harder.

Ah, there it is…

“What did you let me in for?” You reply, turning to look over your shoulder and up at him with a friendly little smile. “Because I know it wasn’t for chocolates on the pillows and breakfast in bed when I wake up.”

Those big, dark, eyes glittered a little. Framing just a small bit of humor in an otherwise dark, painted and highly guarded expression in a well-defended man. It was one of the things that had drawn you to him in the first place. Hs ability to find some softness in an otherwise harsh and cruel world of voluntary service to country. A damn shame he’d found this world instead of another one that would be more welcoming… less bloody… but then again. You’d also found this world too, even if it was your pathway to simple drive into warzones instead of running into them with a rifle and a desire to be the last man standing.

“I need some… help.” He could see the question and concern on your face, but instead of even uttering a single word, he just moves away from you and sits down on the edge of his bed. His eyes polarize away from you and down to the gloves that he began struggling to get off with slightly trembling hands.

You debated. Tossing around so many ideas in your head that you began dropping them. Juggling too many problems and possible solutions all at once. Hoping that he would speak up, or give you some sort of help. König wasn’t the best talker. Never had been really, but often he’d give away something that let you in on the issues in his mind. He was a stone wall tonight. Sitting like a marble statue with nothing more than softened eyes looking away from you with a palpable desire for help; yet no ability within himself to say how. The first thing you didn’t like was that he still had on all of that gear. Between the flak jacket with all of his spare mags, the helmet, steel-toed boots, multiple holsters and a slew of other things, there was far too much on him for you to get close enough to finding a crack in that armor.

“Can I?” Stepping closer, and pointing towards his helmet you ask gently, testing his comfort. He just nods, not even willing to look up at you to check what you were even wanting to do.

You unbuckle it carefully, not wanting to tug on his hood and sit it down next to him on the bed. But right as you sit it down, you see him reach up and tug the material off to drop it down inside the helmet. His blonde hair is a mess. A bit sweaty and matted down from a days work, it falls over his forehead and down to his nose. It softens the stark color of black face paint smeared over the whole top half of his face. The process of breaking down the soldier piece-by-piece takes less than five minutes, and that even included a small fight over whether or not you should be allowed to take off his boots due to how “demeaning” he felt it would look to have you kneel down in front of him like that. Thoughtful as you found the idea, you still pointed out he was your superior officer and it only made sense that you take care of the “unimportant” tasks for him. What you really didn’t know what that he watched you unlace his boots with every intention of letting you know that it felt even more intimate than letting you be one of the few people who could see his face in typical circumstances.

“That’s better… right?” You murmur, running your fingers through his hair to try and unstick the hair stuck together with sweat.

He nods. “Ja, viel besser.”

You smile at his German, sitting down next to him close enough that your thigh presses against his and your shoulder rests tightly next to him. “How about you take shower? I think washing off the day might help out a bit.”

König shakes his head no and quickly decides on a better idea. One that ends up with you laying flat on your back and a 6’10 man laying with his head on your stomach and his body nestled between your legs. His arms stay bent by his sides, resting weight on his elbows to resist laying his entire weight on you but his hands palm both sides of your ribs intentionally. His fingertips pressing between the dips of your ribs and the warm exhale of his breaths fanning against your stomach. It feels uncommonly desperate. Sensing the undeniable behavior of a man needing touch. Closeness from another human instead of the victory of a battle alone, or the knowledge that he’d lived another day without dying a horrible death. That thought alone has you wrapping your arms around his head and holding him tightly. Cradling him as well as you can to make him feel safe and protected even though his feet are hanging off the bed. Your heart pinches in regret that you’d not thought of coming to see him sooner. At least defending him in front of the others who’d been hellbent on making him out to be an asshole for having such a rough week.

Fuck.

He’d almost groveled like a puppy on its belly for you to touch him.

“You smell like cinnamon,” He mutters with his mouth slurred in the extra fabric of your shirt. “I like that… reminds me of my mother’s cinnamon rolls.” The memory is audible; softening his words and making that German accent thicker with exhaustion and comfort of being wrapped up in your arms.

You giggle very softly, pushing his hair off his face. “I’m surprised I don’t smell like grease.”

“Nein… du riechst wie zu hause.” His reply is gravelly and warm.

You close your eyes and settle back against the bed. “You know I don’t know German well enough to understand that…” He laughed softly, squeezing your sides with his massive hands.

“Do you think I’m not aware?” A laugh escaped you and as a retaliation you tapped the top of his head in a small, soft, shun. “I like saying things to you in German… it makes saying the truth easier sometimes.”

When his hands slid further under your body to fully encompass your waist, he buried his nose into your stomach and took a deep, relaxed breath. Nuzzling tighter into you and rubbing his face into your shirt like he was attempting to rub his scent and face paint off on your shirt. Neither option sounded the least bit bad. Wishing that he would fully immerse himself in you if it would make him feel better. Ease that misery festering in the back of his mind. Beginning to settle in, you started running your fingertips up and down his back. Smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt as you went, and tracing out the defined lines on his shoulder blades and rippled lats stretching over his ribs. Each pass either smoothing the pads of your fingertips, or giving him a slight scratch with blunted nails. Earning some German mutters and contented grumbles vibrating against your stomach.

“Du kilngst… wie ein… bär.” Your German feels quite juvenile, but König’s short huff of amusement gives you enough satisfaction that the lighthearted jab had reached him. He nips at your hip with his teeth, making you jump in surprise and giggle nervously.

“Isn’t there a saying… ‘don’t poke the bear?’.”

“I thought you were a King, not a bear?”

He shakes his head, a little slow on a comeback. “Either way, I’ll prove my dominance.”

You chuckle softly. “Don’t bother, I’m more than content to stay just like this.” You hum, returning to the smooth up and down movement of your hands on his wide expanse of a back.

“I’m happy to stay like this as well,” He mutters, stretching out a bit more. “However, I don’t like where you are.” Suddenly a bit nervous that you’d not been playing this situation properly, you freeze for a moment.

“I can move if you’d like?”

Suddenly a bit nervous that you’d not been playing this situation properly. He shifts a bit, putting more weight back onto his knees with a small grunt before snatching you up far enough to roll you onto your side and settle himself behind you as if you weren’t any bigger than a teddy bear meant for pure comfort and warmth. A muscled and tattooed arm vicegrips your chest and the other arm slides under your head to prop up your head. Instantly turning the role of comfort you’d been happy to provide into a much different situation.

“Can’t do much laying like this.” You protest a bit, attempting to turn over to face him so you can at least return to touching him.

“No, you fit right… shaped to me.” He slurs; tightened his grip and shook his head, resting his nose right in the crook of your neck. One hand slides under your shirt and reaches up far enough to rest his forearm against your chest and make a half-collar around your neck with his hand. He feels hot to the touch, and while you would’ve shied away from any other man touching you in such a way, König doing it felt right. As if there was something connecting you to him other than a simple recognition of the desire for a human connection that wasn’t painful. A different kind of dominance, creating a safe place for himself, but also for you in the way the curve of his hand fit right at the base of your throat.

“Touching you like this… it makes me feel more powerful than any firefight I’ve won.” He states, further resting his upper body against your back. “Like all of the mistakes i’ve made were worth making; just so I could have a moment to feel invincible laying in my own bed.”

It’s deep. Touching. Reaching right down into the bottom of your soul and wrenching it with an iron-grip so warm that you feel a heat rise in your throat.

“That sounds like something you should tell a woman you love, not just me.” You whisper, sliding your own hand under your shirt to hold his hand.

As if he could, he attempts to pull you tighter against him.

“I just did.”

reblogs & comments are appreciated <3

[straydog-emojis]

helo!! can u do doberman emojis! I'd love some since they're my main form - collared shapeshifter

I didnt really know what to do, hope this works!

[dinooj]

good afternoon homosexual

i genuinely appreciate your existence and hope that you are okay as it was very very VERY wrong of me to bring up your gay shenanigans.. i have noticed how non-gay you’ve become over the past how many months it’s been since you wrote that …gay… thing.. i am proud that was such a wonderful accomplishment and i hope that you feel magical and fairy enough to continue your good work at being non-gay

yes it was wrong for me to talk about your gay but actually while i was down in california i got hit by a double decker gay bus covered in rainbows…was really traumatizing for me ya know… it was around 1923 i believe.. i was walking down the street and doing not gay things because i’m not a gay.. and suddenly this huge ass bus printed with the gay flag.. gays everywhere hanging out the windows holding gay flags.. on top of the bus… gay flags… the gay was everywhere

anyway it suddenly hit me like that bus.. WHACKED ME.. i flung through the air bounced off a light pole and went 𝓼𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓽 on the ground… i hate to tell you this but my blood… that blood.. it was infected my blood was..

gay.

so i spent my last few seconds of life on the ground with rainbow spilling from my head bc it cracked like a coconut BC OF THAT GAY BUS.. i…..was turned into homosexual…

in short my trauma of being infected with gay should guilt trip you into forgiving me♡♡

HELO POOK WHAT…

Im sorry a Gay Bus Hit u pook…idk why ur asking for my forgiveness but u shall get it because ur my pook.

Also,,does that gay bus still affect u now?

[lazywerebat]

hi hi hello !! cld i request a lost boys fic or hcs (whichever u want) w a reader that gets scared rlly easily but also has a LOT of patience ? i feel like that'd be kinda fun !! also i love ur writing sm omg

Scaredy Cat With Patience !

Polyam! Lost Boys x GN! Reader Who Gets Scared Easily But Has A Lot Of Patience

a/n; helo, thanks for request anon! i hope you rlly liked this fic! i tried writing in a new style :), hope thats okay! also thank you sm for loving my writing i rlly appreciate it :D! since you didn't specified what gender reader is i kept it gender neutral!

warnings; boys scaring reader not meant in like dangerous way more like in playful way idk :')

Boys and me were doing our normal hang out routine. I finished preparing my outfit for tonight, I spent some time I had left to finish this project that Im working on. Looking at clock I noticed it reads; 20:30 PM, I decided to go to boardwalk to meet the guys. I opened my door as I was about to walk I heard some kind of tapping on my window, my attention went to window to see if I was right or wrong. It was nothing, so I decided to just go and meet the boys, next thing I know before I was screaming was fast footsteps and screech then laughing. My heart skipped beat for sure, trying to calm down from this I looked at Paul whose laughing his ass off.

“You should have seen your face babe!”

He chuckled, I looked at him with commotion of what the fuck and not surprised look. Paul went close to be pulling me into a hug, kissing me before saying,

“You alright doll?”

He questioned with worry as he heard your heartbeat beating loud,

“Im fine Paulie, don't worry.”

I said to him kissing him before pulling away from hug,

“Where are others?”

I asked him curiously looking behind him, he placed my face between his hands, making my attention on him and kissing my nose.

“On boardwalk, I came here to scare you before anyone could.”

“Then who tapped on my window?”

I asked with confusion, he looked at me with i dont know look, which made me more strike with fear. All of a sudden I felt someone grabbing me from behind spinning me around while I was screaming a lot. When it stopped I heard laughter from Paul and Marko. I rolled my eyes at their behaviour and ignoring them went outside while I was leaving I could hear them calling my name. We ended up going to their bikes, i rode with Marko and went to boardwalk. Once we got on boardwalk, they parked near others bikes with David and Dwayne nowhere to be around. Suddenly I felt something grabbing me so sudden which caused me to jump and scream from being scared. I saw David smiling and going to me wanting a kiss. Of course, I didn't rejected a kiss, then I felt someone kissing my neck and touching my waist causing me to gasp into Davids and mine kiss and jump too. For some reason they all loved scaring me, tired to asked them once why, they just said vampire stuff. I didn't really questioned it, they know I get scared easily but I have a lot of patience too. Sometimes them scaring me too far would make me lose that patience but it made them even more impressed and into it.

[blog-classicalruby]

“Do you know?”

___________

Helo-

Yes-

I’m still working on this sh*t 💀

I actually wanted to post this with the 1st chapter-

But I think it’s not going to be done anytime soon 😁💔

And I keep changing the damn storyline-

MY PHONE IS ALMOST DYING- I NEED A NEW ONE BUT I’M BROKE ASF—

Credits-

Goth belongs @nekophy

Palette belongs to @lasserbatsu

Pj belongs to @7goodangel

Cray belongs to @weezy-pup

:’D hope u like it!

I should make a ref- NOOO CHAPTER 1 IS IMPORTANT-

[xxspirit]

Heya! How are you doing? Are you alright? :0 miss you lots! Take care of yourself please

Hello helo!! I’m doing alright thank u for asking!! Hope you are doing well! :D ⭐️✨

Aawww that’s so sweet! Sorry I haven’t been posting!! (╥﹏╥)

Yep I’m doing ok, I apologize for the disappearance! I am back in school and haven’t even had the chance to say that I would probably be posting less for a while, so sorry! ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

I sadly can’t promise I will be back back anytime soon. I’m hoping in maybe another week or more I won’t have this much darn work and I can focus more on drawing! I have been working on something with the free time I get, but am still finishing it, I might get it done this weekend :>

Will do, Thank you !! You do the same pleasee! 💕✨🌸

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[minusboy]

(drive thru customer voice) hi can i get uhh. uhh a. flags and chuuya bonding and having silly convos abt skateboarding.... or genres of music they like......and w some. m,edium chickn nuggts on the side. Thank u. have a goo d day vik

helo helo order up

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Chuuya lets out a quiet hiss as Doc presses disinfectant soaked cotton against the cut in his shin, with his right leg is propped in his lap and the other hanging off the side of the halfpipe. The setting sun is paints the sky in pink and orange, a faint evening breeze like a gentle caress on his skin.

It’s Doc who speaks first.

“You took quite the fall.”

His cheeks flush. “Thanks, I know,” he says, but surrenders to his ministrations without further complaint. He sighs. He feels stagnant, out of place.

“He’s better, you know,” Chuuya says, the words stinging in his throat, the memory of coming second place still fresh. “Dazai.”

“Talent isn’t everything,” Doc says with a disapproving shake of his head. He secures a bandaid over the cut. “You work hard.”

“Whatever,” Chuuya says, carefully watching Tross land a rail slide from the corner of his eye. Softer, he adds “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Doc says, closing the first aid kit with a snap, and nods towards Tross “Make sure he won’t kill himself on that thing.”

“No promises.”

Doc just smiles and then he’s off, throwing him one last wave over his shoulder. Tross joins him on top of the halfpipe soon after, fresh bandaid on the bridge of his nose after he’d bailed earlier failing to land a casper slide. ”Here,” he says, offering him one of his earbuds.

“What is this,” Chuuya asks dubiously, his brain flooding with a looping drum beat.

“Shh. I’m trying to get you out of your bubble darlin’,” Tross says with an arm slung over his shoulders. “It’s experimental,” he says over the eerie synth melody.

Of course he has to be best friends with someone whose taste in music could be described as ambient.

“Are you also trying to make me fall asleep,” Chuuya asks.

“Fuck you,” Tross says and kicks him in the ankle. Chuuya winces. “I hope you fall and break your face.”

Chuuya lobs a crumbled up receipt from his pocket at his head. “I hope you fall into a shark tank and get mauled to death.”

“I hope you trip over a small rock and then get hit by an oil truck and break all your bones,” Tross says. He falls dramatically on his back next to him, his sunglasses crooked on his face, and sighs. “I want french fries.”

“Then go get some.”

Tross whines.

“Chuuya. Chuuya. Chuuya.”

“Ugh,” Chuuya says. “Ugh. Fine.”

“I’m texting Lippmann to join us,” Tross says. “I’m tellin’ him about your pathetic crush on him.”

“I hate you.”

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HELO HELO I'm coming from ur Neocities website and OMG ! IT'S SO COOL !!! I love it !

I followed u, I'm Nethal's Brainz!!

I also really like your art and music ! Your drawings have a... cartoonish/high-energy vibe, and your music kinda reminds me of Lemon Demon in a way. I think my favorite tracks are 図 (figure) and minimeteor.

I'm also really into art and music (I hope to post my stuff on my own Neocities once I work on my website more). But making music is... hard X)

Anyways, have a nice day !

MY GOODNESS thank you IMMENSELY for all these kind words ;U; i very much strive for a high energy cartoony aesthetic in my work, so glad it resonates! figure is one of my fave tracks i've made, too. (music is tricky, but it's a lot of fun! i try not to be too perfectionist and focus on expression and sounds that i like)

I'll be sure to check out your neocities site as well! have a nice day too!

also, much as I appreciate Neil's work, i'm a bit embarrassed to say I haven't heard a full album of his yet 😅

[noahowls]

⋅˚‧ ଳ ‧˚ ⋅Welcome to my account! °‧🫧⋆.࿔*:･

Helo fellow human being! You can call me Noah or Asher! Welcome to my blog!

Id say im morely known for my art (especially my wonka stuff) and my moodboards!

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-Basic Info :D

-Birthday: 24/2 (Pisces)

-Im young <18 :3 (dont be weird PLEASE)

-Nationality: Malaysian

-Pronouns: he/they

-Im ND! (The 'tism) & INFJ

-account created: 18/6/2024

-I have goldfishbrain syndrome (-1 IQ) :'D

Dni: racist, homophobe, transphobe, 🌽 acc

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-What this blog is about-

This is mainly where i post abt my hyperfixations, fandoms, art and other really random things.

Speaking of intrests, here's some if mine!

-Wonka (2023)

-Clockwork; all wound up - Philip Pullman

-Owl City

-Tin Tin

-Harry Potter

-Frutiger Aero

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-What you can and cant do on this account×

-Cans- 🥫

-ask any questions (especially if its abt my ocs)

-Also know that my ask box is always open ^^

-SEND ASKS SEND ASK

-share ur opinion as long as ur respectful

-Can'ts-

-harass/discriminate

-be generally weird and creepy

-repost/use my works without permission

-vent/rant in a pretty light-harted post (sry im a bit stupid with spellings/typos)

-I wont rly post any serious politics since i just dont like it, sry! So pls try and keep anything political off my blog! (Ps. I will still answer asks that has donations but thats it)

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Tag Map 🧭

📍Reblogs

📍Fav Posts

📍Art

📍For my Followers

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Socials :3c

Youtube: @Noah._Owl

Carrd: <- for most socials

☆Here is old intro post :3

☆Inspo Post @octomelodytunes

And thats it :D I hope u enjoy my content.

Bye :3

(Tags are mainly to find my audience)

[blnk338]

BLNK THIS CHAPTER WAS SOOOO GOOOD I CAN'T

i sometimes think to myself "oh no, it's impossible for it to get better than this" AND THEN IT GET FUCKING BETTER EVERY DAMN TIME

Simon and Nadya's interactions are so sweet and precious and lovely and OMG I LOVE THEM

but the sparring scene and the helo accident's aftermath being told at the same time was BEAUTIFUL, HOLY

i promised myself that i would reread rwys after chapter 40 came out and i cant wait to go back to the start of this masterpiece

once again, thank you for your incredible work. this one is definitely going on my top 5 AT LEAST

I hope you're doing well! <3333

EEEEE THANK U :DD <333

UR SO NICE THANK U ITHIL THANK U SM <33333333333333333333333

now im gonna be working on rsr and bitw :)

[interesting-interludes]

Helo there authorr, ive been so lost in this app looking for good ol fantasy hurt comfort, AND I FOUND YOUR BLOG ITS so fckin good to mend my heart <3 i've read all of your fics (i guess i have) and definitely looking out for more! I hope u have a goodd day. Always.

oh my goodness thank you so much!!! I completely know the feeling of looking for specific fantasy hurt + comfort so this means so much!! I'm so flattered that you've read all of my stuff so far! I'm so glad to have written something that satisfied a searching reader like yourself :) I hope you'll enjoy my future works. thank you so much for sending this in 😘

[bb-eilish]

helos kay happy valentines day °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ°

i wanted to share my appreciation to you and a couple other accounts who’ve inspired me to open my own and post content >< im truly a fan of ur works and have been eating up every single thing you’ve written thus far— except your latest soobin ai fic (im saving that for when i have time) i love the way u write and how ur stories unfold, i simply get so lost in them. so thankyou hehe

i’m sobbing thank you so much, i hope you had a great valentine’s day!! This was literally so sweet i’m so thankful. I’m so happy you’ve decided to post your own content, writing is so much fun, especially when you write about people you’re a fan of! I love you!!

[boba-beom]

helos smiles my love happy valentines day ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

and yes it is indeed true you are my tumblr crush >< im truly nothing but a fangirl of ur account and ur wonderful content that i devour anytime u post whenever i have the time, i wanted to send over my appreciation to you and other accounts for inspiring and encouraging me to open up and post my own so thankyou for that truly (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

hope you dream of gyu baby tnight hehe

with love,

daisy

omgg hello, my love daisy ❁

I’m sorry for the day late reply but you really are just the sweetest :( thank you for your support and kind words, i am truly grateful. i’m honoured to have played a part for you to start posting your own works, and you’ve published amazing ones so far!! i cannot wait to see what else you have in store for us <3

i very much did dream of gyu baby last night hehe

[seillamii]

Helo helooo again Tumblr!! It's been awhile since I've been here and a lot has changed since loll, and I'd like to show some art I've released recently on my Instagram.

I'd like to introduce ANNIHILATE, a series that I've been wanting to work on for a while, there'll be more about this soon so I hope u all stay tuned 🙏🧡🧡🧡

[flartblog]

helo welcome to my page!! this is my first time actually making a proper intro post or anything on tumblr, i've never posted anything on this app before, i usually use it to shitpost on main or look for art and stuff but now... i am the one posting art o___O ..

my strawpage is in my description if don't wanna read all of this LOL

my name is bugs or morgue (idm which one), my bday is february 21 and i'm a minor... just puttinf that out there...

byf i would LOVE interactive moots since i love talkinf with ppl and making new friends ^_^ idk if i'd be super active on here but i'll try my best!! i love to play and draw so i might be on here posting wips or whatever

dni basic dni criteria, zionist, -13/22+ (but i doubt a 13 or 12 year old would be on this app), cringe culture partakers, that weird side of tiktok artists that judges beginners 😭 u guys aren't cool

my current interests are genshin impact, bandori, portal 1/2, titanfall, pjsekai, friday night funkin

yeah that's. the gist of it or something. ANYWAY i hope we can be moot or something idk how the tags on this app work just.. Bare with me, tell me if i did something the wrong way.