#honestly the thing that i most need to write to get the box to shut up but i literally could not want to do something less

[box-dwelling]

For a person who bonded onto Miles Edgeworth like a baby duck, when I write I really do focus on Phoenix and his struggles way more than Edgeworths.

[bonny-kookoo]

Hi Bonny! I adore your writing so much! 🫶🏻 I wonder how ILY Jungkook got into buying toys for YN for sexy time. Was there a discussion prior? Can you write something on it especially how he used the remote control vibrator with her? Were they at home or outside? Or just chilling? Thank you! 🙈

A/N: My all-time favorite horny-couple, thanks for requesting something for them haha

Jungkook is like a Pokémon. He's evolving with every day, gaining experience and leveling up with every single hour he's alive- becoming more and more powerful, while staying oddly cute at the same time. If you had to compare him to one, you'd probably choose something like Dragonite, with his big round eyes and powerful body.

Maybe he'd even be the shiny version. Rare and special.

But right now, he's just so- uniquely Jungkook again, as he unboxes the white box with the distinctive writing on the front, fingers trying to find the tape holding everything shut, a pout on his lips. His glasses are sliding down a bit, hair pulled back with one of your hairties, and he's just.. almost innocent looking, sitting there at the kitchen table.

Innocent- if he wasn't unboxing a fucking sex-toy he'd bought for you online.

"Ah, there." He finally finds the tape, ripping it off before he opens the box, the toy safely tucked away in a velvet little bag he unties, to take out the hot pink object for him to inspect. "Oh, that feels nice.." He hums, fingers feeling the smooth surface while you're completely in awe, watching him just.. act as if this is the most normal thing in the world. "You mentioned it, I think, and it was on discount online-" He explains, taking out the instructions before he unlocks his phone to install the app connected to the toy.

That's the thing with Jungkook you still have to learn. Once you mention something to him- something you'd like to do, or something you want, he will almost always try to either buy that thing, do what you'd mentioned with him, or find something close to it instead, if what you wish for isn't in reach for him.

"Jungkook- those are expensive-" You say, sitting down on the kitchen table close to him, while he sets up the device, getting a bit startled when it buzzes to life for a second.

"Oh, it needs to charge first." He says, taking out the charger, that distinctive pout present yet again as he tries to understand the magnetic charging port. "We can try it out some other time when you like. The reviews were good and it wasn't as expensive as they usually are either-" He hums, as you move to sit on his lap, his arms almost instinctively wrapping around you to keep you in place.

"You always listen to me so well, Jungkookie.." You hum into his chest, leaning your head on his shoulder. "You don't have to do stuff like this to make me happy- you know that right?" You ask, and he nods, a hand on your back while the other makes sure to properly connect the charger, red LED glowing to indicate it's status.

"I know." He shrugs. "Take this as.. something for us both." He jokes, before you adjust your legs a little, accidentally sitting right on his crotch in a way that's clearly not comfortable. "Aw fuck!" He laughs, and you can't help but laugh as well.

"God Jungkook, your dick always get's in between our fluffy moments!" You complain, and he rolls his eyes, hands under your thighs adjusting you once more so you don't hurt him. "How did touching a toy make you half-hard again?" You argue, and he instantly gets defensive, scoffing at you.

"I'm not even remotely hard, what are you talking about!" He denies, and you squint your eyes at him suspiciously. "Honestly!" He says, and you lean back at that, arms crossed, shamelessly looking between his legs. You tend to forget that he's pretty.. impressive, even when he isn't hard at all. He's not just a grower, after all.

"Why not?" You suddenly say, and he's taken aback by it for a second. "After all, your princess-perfect-hot-as-fuck-girlfriend is literally on your lap right now." You accuse him, used to playing around like this-

but instead of being shy, your Pokémon-boyfriend must've evolved yet again when you weren't looking. Because he instead helps you sit on the table right in front of him, his hands tugging down your shorts and underwear, not even bothering to tug them off your ankles as he leans forwards, tongue wetting his lips.

"Well right now, she's sitting on the table." He corrects you, and you're still too stunned to speak as he spreads your legs, before he tucks your shirt underneath your bra to keep it out of the way. "Looking like a full-course meal.." he hums, before he pushes his chair back a bit to have better leverage, slowly leaning forwards, after he puts his glasses down next to you on the kitchen table.

"..and I'm feeling really hungry right now."

[maxiemclaren]

hiii!! i love your writing, and do you think you could do one where american!reader and logan gang up on reader, but then logan "accidentally" reveals reader's crush on oscar? tysmmm <33

The Backfire

Pairing - Best Friend Logan x American!Reader x Crush!Oscar

Warnings - Fluff

Summary - Logan and y/n play pranks on their friend Oscar all the time, until one prank backfires and secrets get spilled…

a/n - Let’s get it. Also don’t ask questions about the half-assed pranks.

The three of you have been best friends for years, it’s no surprise really, after all you’ve been racing against each other since F4, growing up in a racing community surrounded by teens; pranks are not a rarity. From small things like changing the color of someone's shampoo to making a sponge look like a brownie and giving it to Oscar after a race win.

Fast forward to the present day where you are all in F1. You couldn’t really understand why it upset you so much when Oscar started to ignore you after played a harmless little prank on him, like you’ve been doing for years. So what does any rational person do? They go to their best friend and bombarded them with questions. Barging your way into Logan’s driver’s room, you bang on the door until he finally answers. “Yes y/n? To what do I owe the pleasure?” he says in a posh voice. “Cut the crap Logan, I need to figure something out and I need your help” you say voice teetering on edge. He moves aside and lets you in the room, where you both sit on the couch and try to figure out what’s going on.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me Logan, it’s like all of a sudden after the prank he started being dry and blunt towards me. And normally I’d just brush it off but this time it just feels different? Like my heart hurts.” You breathe out. Logan just sits there like your own personal therapist, listening to you basically confess that you have different feelings towards Oscar now. “I get like tingles when he walks by or looks at me” you state as you notice Logan starting to drift off, “LOGAN WAKE UP!” you yell. He just looks over to you and says “I know what’s wrong y/n” desperate for an answer you gesture with your hands for him to get on with it.

“You my dearest friend, have a crush on Oscar” He lightly teases. “I most certainly do-my god maybe I do, please don’t tell him!” you begged Logan. He pretended to zip his lips shut and threw you the imaginary key, like he previously just did with Oscar moments before you came in.

Oscar and Logan

“Mate I can’t even talk to her anymore, it’s like I’m scared I’ll say something stupid and she’ll want nothing to do with me. You have to promise me you won’t say anything” Oscar begged his best friend. “Oscar, would I honestly do that to you? Hell the two of you have been making googly eyes at each other for years. You have my word, lips are sealed” Logan stated simply.

The both of you were trying to figure out a way of getting Oscar to talk to you again, you decide that maybe Logan needs to pull a prank on Oscar in hopes that he will complain to you about the shared American. Which all leads up to this master prank that you two Americans were up to, something you and Logan both missed about home was the firework shows that would be on display for the Fourth of July. Since you can’t just set off fireworks because you were pretty sure that it was illegal, you decided on a glitter box. The whole idea of the box was that you would disguise it like a gift from Logan, and put it in his driver’s room and wait for him to open it after the race, then poof glitter everywhere.

In hindsight sending in Logan was probably not the best idea, seeing as the two of them were still on good terms and can get distracted and lose track of time. So here you were, waiting for Logan and hopefully Oscar in your driver’s room. You start to grow bored and decide to shut your eyes. Unbeknownst to you, something major was just shared to someone special.

Logan placed the glitter box in Oscar’s driver’s room, and attempted to sneak out but was unsuccessful. “What are you doing here?” Oscar says with his hands on his hips. Logan whipped his head around so fast he thought he had given himself whiplash. Stuttering out some lame excuse about leaving a gift for his best friend. Oscar not believing it for one second gave him two options, the first one being tell him what he was really doing here or open the box to prove that it indeed is just a gift and not a prank.

Logan knowing what would happen if he opened the box, and knowing what would potentially happen if he told the truth, he decided to do the right thing. “Ok ok I confess, y/n and I decided to pull a prank on you with a glitter box, because she wants you to talk to her and she’s sad that you are ignoring her” he manages to spill out. “There’s more to that Logan, you and I both know it, she wouldn’t just be upset if I didn’t text her because we are busy” Oscar said knowingly. “Uh, I, god, she’s going to murder me” Oscar just looked at him to continue. “She might, maybe, most definitely has a crush on you. She told me like 10 mins after you left the other day”. Oscar, too stunned to speak, just left and practically sprinted to your driver’s room. 

You wake up to someone calling your phone, and someone banging at your door? Seeing you have 10 missed calls and 7 texts from Logan, you immediately open the door thinking Logan would be standing there. Instead, you were met with a face you knew and missed all too well, “Osc- Oscar, what are you doing here?” you say shocked. “Is it true y/n? Please tell me what Logan said is true’’ he panted out because he ran all the way from McLaren to Williams. “What’s true? What are you on about?” you say seriously confused. “That you like me too, and like more than just a friend. Because let me tell you, it’s been killing me for years to not be able to say anything to you about it” Oscar pleaded. Torn between what you feel from wanting to strangle your fellow American, to wanting to just kiss Oscar, you decide to grab Oscar’s hands and hold them while you tell him the truth “Yes, it’s true Oscar”. Happy with the confession he picks you up in a hug and says “Well I guess I need to take this pretty girl out on a date hm?” You blush at the compliment. “I suppose so Piastri” you giggle. “About damn time, you two,” says Logan from behind Oscar. You shoot daggers at him and then he backs off, “So tomorrow at 7pm?” Oscar asks you, to which you nod “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you say and then peck his cheek.

[j-nope-not-today]

Can you write the tmnt 2014/2016 boys getting married to their so?? Im curious how the boys act when it is their wedding day and when they see their so in a beautiful dress in their colour🥰

TMNT reaction to getting married

A/n: hello! Thanks for requesting! I didn't put anything specific about the dress just so everyone can imagine their own thing.

Raphael

Well my oh my don't you look absolutely gorgeous

He's gonna try his best not to drool over you

Bc honestly you've never looked better to him 🧎

So for starters

His proposal..

Oooh boy was it an absolute train wreck of a proposal

He thought he had it in the bag

And then he looked up at you

And he fucking broke

Guarantee you he'll stutter and almost drop the ring box

But don't worry.. Raph is smooth so he pulls through

By an absolute fucking land slide, but he pulls through

Obviously you say yes

So here we are

Wedding day...and honestly he's nervous

More than nervous..I think he'll probably need a pep talk from his brothers to pull through

Cries when he sees you

Omg I can see it now. The music is playing and you start walking down the aisle and you look at him

And he is just in absolute fucking tears. Hand over face.

You know those kids that snot all over the place when they cry? Yeah that's Raph

Just overcome with emotions

But once your there in front of him he pulls himself together for you.

God he just feels so lucky

Leonardo

Hello beautiful 😍

Man is already whipped so you can bet he's gonna have a bomb ass proposal

Trained doves.

Yeah that's right I bet you anything he's gonna go all out and have doves fly out when he gets on his knee

Of course knowing Leonardo it probably isn't gonna go as planned so they'll probably not fly out on cue

But otherwise he's gonna make sure it's picture perfect for you

When the wedding day does come

He's gonna be a little stressed which is going to lead to him probably seeming a little bit like a jerk

But the moment he sees you.. everything falls into place for him

He gets all smiley and stuff

When you get up to the alter he's gonna whisper to you how beautiful he thinks you look

Compliments left and right your gonna have to tell him to shut it so you can hear the preacher guy

But my god doesn't he feel like the luckiest guy there is

Donatello

Speechless

He's rendered absolutely speechless

Because my god your...the most perfect looking person there is..

His proposal..it was probably somewhere quiet

Just the two of you..

Maybe watching a movie..or having a small dinner in his lab..

And he honestly doesn't even plan it

It just pops out

"hey y/n..we should get married?"

And so..you do.

He isn't much for being super sentimental in my opinion

So he shows it in other ways besides touch and words

You get a super beautiful ring and I can bet you anything he has the inside engraved with something sweet he's said to you before

Something stupid like: "your the only person I would let have the last poptart"

But you know he means well and despite what anyone says he can be super sweet..

So when he sees you walk down the aisle..I think it would be the only time he would let his emotions run the show.

Tears up. Holds your hands when your at the alter

And probably gives you the most heartfelt..most sentimental speech in his entire time of knowing you

Yeah..Donnie feels like a pretty lucky guy having you around

Michelangelo

Look at you...looking all cute

He absolutely gushes over you..

His proposal is probably..I don't know..chaotic? Yet extremely touching

Probably orders a heart shaped pizza..and the pepperoni's spell out 'marry me'

Classic Mikey move..but it's touching

You probably won't even guess it's coming.. it's just like any other night

He tells you to go open the pizza on the counter and grab a slice

And when you open it.. that's what your met with

And when you turn around..he's on one knee..ring in hand and a dopey smile on his face

So on your wedding day..he's giddy..not an ounce of nervousness in him

He just knows your it for him..your the one

So what does he have to be nervous about?

Cheesy ass smile the moment he sees you walk down the aisle

And man oh man does he make sure you know how fine you look

Probably doesn't give the best vows..he's not one for speeches..but when your alone..he'll be sure to tell you how happy he is

Lucky is an understatement for Mikey

He feels blessed to have you

[eris-snow]

Firstly, you have a beautiful writing style! Secondly, would you be able to write something for Shoto, Izuku and Katsuki (separately, with any others you wish to add) with an autistic fem reader? Examples: reader wears headphones all the time around her neck and is anxious without them, has a restricted diet due to sensory issues, misses social cues, has specific routines such as where to walk and sit, has trouble understanding their emotions, is very logical etc… - avec amour, anon <3

Thank you for requesting! Honestly, this is something I haven’t done before but I hope you enjoy! 🤍

Shoto:

When he first learned about your disorder, he was shocked at first

Man can’t think of how that was supposed to be a form of insecurity to you because he loves you as you are

Still, he’d go and research about it to ensure he can help you the best you can

He’d definitely be the kind of guy who’d want to know how he can help you as best as he can

If he’s getting food for you, he’ll be sure to take note of every one off your diet restrictions

He’ll role up at your dorm with a Michelin star meal that checks all your boxes.

Will be right there with you in a conversation, firmly by your side.

As for social cues, he’s right there along with you

Shoto might be smart, but in terms of reading people, he’s definitely not the best at it

He might not be the best at it, but Shoto will do anything to make you feel comfortable and confident in yourself.

“You have autism? No, why would that bother me? You’re perfect. Just the way you are. I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.”

Katsuki:

Oh boy, this man will be the most tsundere person ever when it comes to taking care of you

Don’t ever expect to be telling people at stalls your diet restrictions because Blasty will be cooking every one of your meals from now on

I can imagine you losing your headphones and hyperventilating, and while he’s cradling you he’s turning the whole dorm upside down to search for your most prized possession.

“OI SHITHEADS, IF I DON’T GET THE NAME OF THE IDIOT WHO TOOK Y/N’S HEADPHONES IN T-MINUS 5 SECONDS, I’M GONNA RIP YOUR HEADS OFF.”

It’s such a contrast to his normal personality that it throws everyone off

He treats you like a treasure, something precious

And even if he doesn’t show it, he’s memorised all your routines and works you through it.

He’ll never let you say anything bad about yourself.

Sometimes you wonder why he still hasn’t left you yet, but he’s sure to abolish that thought from your mind the second you so much as breathes a word about your insecurties

“Hey, hey, listen to me. No, don’t shake that pretty head of yours. I’m here because I wanna be here. I’m number 1 at everything, so there’s no way I’ll half-ass this relationship shit, alright? You’re beautiful, inside and out, and I don’t give a shit about what others say, you hear me you little shit? I love you. Now shut up and come here. If you’re feeling like you’re not the most important person in the world, then clearly I’m doing something wrong.”

He’s the biggest softie for you, because whenever you’re ranting his ear off, he listens to every word even if he doesn’t look like it.

If he’s your boyfriend, your every word will definitely be heard.

Izuku:

This boy will have an entire notebook dedicated to you

When you tell him, he’ll be so relieved that you felt comfortable telling him, and he’ll immediately be your listening ear for anything you need.

Your diet? Done, he has a list of things that you can’t eat and will make sure that each one of those dishes you love is safe for you

Your routines? Memorised and drawn.

He’ll always help you out, even if it’s out of his way because you’re one of his biggest priorities in life.

He loves it when you ramble because he can feel your excitement exuding from you

Will patiently explain social cues to you even if it means that you’re excluded from the conversation

Doesn’t care what others think because, hey, you’re his and he’s yours

Each one of the hoops he has to jump through is done with ease because he loves you with his entire soul.

“You have autism? No. I never even noticed.”

He squeezes out time in his day to spend time with you

Loves you more than you could ever know, and wants to shower you with cuddles and kisses every time he gets the chance.

You’re lucky because now that Izuku’s got you, he’s never ever letting go.

[weirdozjunkary]

Been thinking about the movie version of the MVA AU and how it would play out in that universe. So I created a small Tumblr exclusive fic of how I think it would go down. Honestly it’s not that vastly different from the movie, but that’s just how I like to write au tie-ins. Enjoy and happy reading!

The big problem

(a movie MVA AU oneshot)

The night was dark, and so was the house. As sonic had turned off every light in the house in order to create the best movie watching experience. He was still vibrating with exitement from earlier in the day, two full days to himself. Left home alone with Ozzie while Tom and Maddie visited Rachel for her wedding.

As much as he wanted to go, they all nunanamously agreed that it would be best for sonic to stay at home. Rachel still wasn’t accustomed to the brown hedgehog that had warranted himself child status in the wachowski house. Plus the people outside of green hills didn’t exactly know about him yet, nor was he really allowed to let them know about him.

So here he was, the couch l pushed in, practically inches from the tv, front row seats for the blue hedgehog and his non alien animal companion right beside him.

“Alright Ozzie-bozzie! It’s movie night at cassa-de-Sonic! And as esteemed second in place animal companion, you can pick the movie this time!” He twirled the remote in his hand. “Just don’t pick any of the channels next to the news ones, those movies SUCK!”

The tv shut off, and just as quickly became a noise of static. The sudden roar caused Sonic to practically leap from his seat in surprise.

“NO!” He yelled. He pressed his face to the tv and pleaded. “YOU CAN'T DO THIS! DON'T DIE ON ME! DON'T DIE ON MOVIE NIGHT!!!” Ozzie’s bark snapped him out of his delusion. “You’re right ozzie.” He said, wiping a dramatic tear from his eye. “If I'm gonna save movie night, I’m gonna need to get to the source! Be right back!” And he zipped away in a blink of an eye.

Up on the roof the speedy hedgehog pulled up a heavy box of tools, prepared to use as many as he needed to save the night he always dreamed of having since he met Tom and Maddie. Well, more like stalked, as up until a year ago, they weren’t really… accustomed, yet. Though, he most likely wouldn’t need a full box of tools on a satellite dish.

“Hmm, looks like mister Jet hasn’t come back to build his nest on the dish again.” He folded his arms and stuck his head up in a snobbish manner. “Good! I don’t want to see that dumb hawk again! Stupid jerk! Stealing my chilidog…!” He looked back at the dish. “Oh, right! Movie night!”

He popped open the box and pulled out a screwdriver. “Let’s do it to it!” And he began his work. He wasn’t really fixing the problem, more like just messing with the dish. He’s seen Tom try his hand at fixing it once or twice before, but he didn’t really understand what he was doing. Still, he was going to try and get this thing working again, zipping back and forth from the living room and back up onto the roof to see if the static had went away. But it didn’t, in fact, what he was doing seemed to make the situation worse, as the static began to have an eerie green glow to it.

“What the heck am I doing wrong?” Sonic puzzled, scratching his head with the end of the screwdriver. “It can’t be that hard to fix a satellite!” He banged the end of the screwdriver against the dish. “Come on you stupid thing! Work!”

There was a blur, a flurry of green and browns and neutrals that flooded his eyes till everything went black. His vision had only just begun to come through as the pain did. A soreness that was all around his body, but mostly on his head and back. It was a familiar pain. Similar to when he fought Robotnik for the first time and won. But Robotnik wasn’t here. At least he didn’t think he was here.

There was something else. A shade of golden that pulled him out of the rubble of the living room by his arm. Through his blurred vision he could only suspect it being Ozzie.

He lifted himself up, using him as a crutch as the world still wobbled like his legs did. “Good boy Oz.” He mumbled and petted his companion weakly. Ozzie stayed next to him as he helped guide the disoriented hedgehog to the hallway. Sonic was a trooper though. As just like before, his vision finally focused again, though the room still swayed like he was on a boat.

A deafening click entered his eardrums, snapping him back to reality. The sound made his stomach drop and he grew seasick in his stomach once again, though he didn’t know if it was from whatever had happened on the roof or not. No, it wasn’t from the roof. As the door opened, Sonic was face to face with the man he thought he’d never see again. Standing right there, illuminated by the porch light, was Dr. Robotnik.

“Hello, hedgehog.” He said through a wide grin. “Did you miss me?”

“Eggman?!” Sonic sad in disbelief. He half expected this to be a hallucination from hitting his head to hard. The headache he had should be proof of it. But no. He was here. Somehow. “I don’t know how you got back. But you made a big mistake coming here!”

“On the contrary. The only mistake here was thinking that you had won. But that was but a prelude to what I have planned for you! An hors d’oeuvre, an aperitif, an-“

“I get it!” Sonic growled.

“Oh-Ho Ho! I don’t think you do!” That creepy smile stretched farther across the mad doctors face as he finally stepped into the house. “But you’re about to… and so will that idiot sherif and his wife! And your little dog, too!”

He had enough of this. Sonic charged at Robotnik, ignoring his body's cries for him to rest. But he couldn’t get near him, as a split second before he could give the old doctor what for, a gloved fist careened into his face.

Sonic flew back into the living room which had more mess to clean up as he had been sent flying through a wall. That feeling of dizziness and discomfort came back to him as he slowly stood back up and faced his threat. There, standing through the hole in the wall was a figure he never thought he’d see again, not robotnik, but an echidna.

He was large and muscular, thick red fur coated his body, and he had spines that draped down and framed his face like thick dreads that could be a weapon of their own. But the real weapon was his fists, as large spines poked out from the bottom of his gloves. He stared down Sonic with a fury in his eyes he had never seen before, and while he said nothing, his expression told a thousand words to the hedgehog.

“Now where are my manners!” Robotnik butted in. “Sonic, I would like you to meet, Knuckles! My new BFFAE— Bested Friend Forever And Ever!” That wide grin was still stretched across his face.

How in all of green hills did he manage to do this— to get an echidna on his side? Especially him, one that looked like he would snap Sonic in two if he took even just a single step. He looked like Robotnik’s guard dog. No. He was his weapon.

“Look robotnik, I don’t care who you’ve brought to help you. I’m not going to let you walk in here and take my home from me!” Sonic’s fur crackled with energy as he stared them both down. The feeling felt odd, though. But he didn’t pay any attention to it.

“I am not here for your pathetic home!” The echidna growled at him.

Those words enraged Sonic, and he bared his gums to the red echidna. His eyes and quills began to glow, but it wasn’t amber like it had been before, no. The colour now had turned to a bright, almost neon, green. He clenched his fists tightly as green electricity crackled around his fur. Though he was furious, he was still scared.

Of course he would be, this echidna was part of the same clan that had made him hide for most of his life, that made him run from his home, that took his guardian, Longclaw from him. But here, he wasn’t going to let the same thing happen to this one. He won’t let it be taken from him again. Sonic reeled back a fist and…

“AAAAAAGH!”

Sonic wrapped his arms around himself and began screaming as pain began to overwhelm his body. His yell managed to make even the echidna and doctor pause in surprise.

“W-WHAT IS… GOING ON!!! AAAAAAH!!!” He shouted once more as the green electricity began to crackle around the room, and as well, his height suddenly jolted from 3-feet to 5-feet.

Robotnik reeled back in disbelief. “Um, what?!”

“Deceiver! You never told me he had the master emerald!” Knuckles barked at the doctor.

“The, uh, master-what-now?”

“I am talking about the device that wields ultimate power! Something that that hedgehog now has possession of!”

Another painful yell from Sonic made them jolt again in surprise. His height had doubled again, now he was 10-feet.

“Wait, ‘Ultimate power’ you say?” Robotnik said quietly to himself, partly ignoring the hedgehog who was still groaning and crying as his body kept passing each foot, his fur and quills changing its colour with it. He grinned gleefully as a sinister plan began to cross his mind. “Now you speaky my language!”

“HELP…. ME…. AAAAAAAH!!!” Sonic shouted again and his height jolted once more. 25-feet. He could barely fit in the living room now. His back pressed against the ceiling making it bend and crack. He continued to cry and howl in pain. Whatever was happening to him wasn’t done yet.

Knuckles ran out of the house to the backyard with robotnik trailing on not far behind. They had made it out just in time, as only a few seconds after, the hedgehog had finally bursted out of the side of the house, sending rubble flying across the yard.

“HOLY GEARS AND STARTERS!” Robotnik shouted in awe. He gripped the sides of his head that was reeling from the sight he was witnessing.

Sonic stumbled out of the house, his feet breaking more of the rubble beneath him. He panted and huffed, still feeling awful and tingly from the pain that now faded with him along with the green electricity. It was only a couple more seconds for the vertigo to subside, and he finally saw what had happened to him.

His fur and quills were now a bright blue colour, and they were all messy and ragged from the electricity that shot out of him only a few moments ago. But that wasn’t what made his stomach drop, no. He realized he had suddenly grown 50-feet in only a few minutes.

“Holy crap…” Sonic exhaled in fright. He looked down at his feet. The deck was completely ruined. Broken boards that had snapped against his weight. They were so small now. Everything was so small now.

A bark fell into his ears making him whip his head around to the house. It was Ozzie. Oh no, please don’t let him be hurt.

“Ozzie!” Sonic yelped in fright. “Oh, no no no no! Please be okay!” He knelt down, sending a knee crashing into the wooden floor that broke as soon as it had collided with it. He dug through the rubble, tossing it out to the yard behind him. “Ozzie! Ozzie!” He called out to his canine friend. He heard him bark once more. There, just outside of the living room. He was okay.

“Ozzie!” Sonic shouted in relief and in a flash, he grabbed the retriever in his hands and hoisted him up to his face. “Oh my god I’m so glad you’re okay!” He exhaled through teary eyes, relieved he wasn’t hurt. Ozzie didn’t seem to have any change of view of him, as he wagged his tail at the sight of the now massive hedgehog that held him up carefully.

“Um excuse me! We are right here!” Robotnik shouted.

His voice pierced his eardrums like nails on a chalkboard, and Sonic’s relieved expression faltered. He slowly placed his companion back in the house. “Stay here Ozzie. I’ll be right back.” He said gently to him before he turned to Knuckles and Robotnik.

“What did you do to me?!” His voice boomed.

“Me?! I didn’t do anything to you this time!” Robotnik said. “Though I have to say, it is a good look on you!”

“What he looks like doesn’t matter.” Knuckles bellowed. “No matter your size, I will still strike you down and take the power of the master emerald from you! Even if I have to rip it out of you one cell at a time!”

“Master emerald…?” Sonic muttered in surprise. He looked at his feet again. That old bedtime story that Longclaw had told him many times before. It was actually real? It’s what made him like this?

“Face me, giant!” Knuckles shouted. “Or are you now a coward?” He made Sonic’s eyes glide back to him. “You are unworthy to hold such immense power that belongs to my tribe! The size you are now is proof enough! Now will you stand and fight? Or will you lay down your life to me?”

Slowly, Sonic stood up and shifted away from the house that he had broken a hole through the side of it. He clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes at the echidna below him. Robotnik slowly shimmied away to avoid the crossfire.

“Alright, you want me…” He raised his fists and took a stance. “Then come get me!”

A pleased toothy grin stretched over the echidnas face. Finally, someone who wouldn’t keel over with just one strike from his fists. He reeled back his hand as he stared sonic in the eye, ready to strike him with all his might.

A loud siren shot through the air. It was the last sound that Sonic would had ever expect to hear, especially now. Was it a hallucination? No, they heard it to. As like Sonic, Knuckles and Robotnik turned their attention to the noise, and that was right before a police cruiser broke through the fence and rammed itself into the echidna, driving itself head first into the tree that sat just off of the middle of the yard.

Sonic was in disbelief. How, or even why did this happen? Who was even driving this thing? Was it Wade? Or… The door flung open and a little yellow fox tumbled out of it. A yellow fox… an alien. Just like him.

“Agh! I’m okay!” He huffed. Boy, did he sound young, he looked young. This kid looked to be no more than 8 years old, and yet he was here driving a police car. You have to be at least 18 to be able to drive one of those!

“Uh, I’m sorry. Who are you?” Sonic said.

“Don’t worry, I’m on your side!” The young fox said as he stood up straight. “My name is-“ He paused once he caught sight of him. “Oh gosh! I came too late!”

“What?” Sonic exclaimed in confusion. “What are you even-“ Knuckles’ groaning cut him off, as he finally had begun to wake up from being knocked out and pinned by the police cruiser. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. We need to move!”

He grabbed the fox and dashed away at the speed of sound, creating a violent gust of wind trailing behind him. He left just in time, as the red echidna unwedged himself from the car and just as fast began tailing them behind.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hello! i really hope that your request box is open but- may i request Overhaul x shy reader, were the reader gets hit on by a stranger and Chrono protects her???( let me explain- Kai is to busy with work so he sends Chrono to watch over her, while she is looking at stuff to buy a weird man approaches her and asks for her number (obviously she says no) but the guy gets closer to her and keeps asking, so then Chrono sees this and steps in, and is like she has a boyfriend :p)

(Also u don't have to write this if u don't have time/don't want to)

"Can you believe that?"

"No, it caught me by surprise as well." Chrono answered while politely opening the door to the store for you to enter.

About eight months ago you would never believe you would be casually talking with Kurono Hari, aka Chronostasis. He was the closest thing your boyfriend could call a friend; even if he didn't admit it; and you sure wanted to get to know about him since he knew Chisaii way longer than you did.

But the thing is, you were not only new to the area, making every one suspicious of you, you were also so shy you normally would stutter near everyone trying to make conversation with you.

And it didn't help that Kurono at the time would only nod or grunt at you TRYING to speak with him... later on you discovered that was due to Chisaki's doing.

To say you were angry was understandable. And after a very heated discussion with the brow haired man, the precepts weren't so apprehensive to approach anymore.

And to your surprise the one who most wanted to talk with you was Hari. At first he was suspicious and wanted to know what the hell were your intentions on getting on a relationship with Kai out of all people since he knew how his childhood friend was... and honestly? He was shocked when Kai brought you and just dropped that you two were dating.

But then after watching over you for a bit I'm secret, again due to Overhaul's orders, he discovered that you were just the sweetest. Himself admitted to you that he got jealous that Kai got such cute girlfriend while he was still single.

That made you blush and made Kai almost to overhaul kurono right there.

Kai didn't particularly enjoyed that you wasn't as shy as before with Kurono because it meant that you were getting comfortable, and the man would die before admiting he was actually jealous of it. But he trusted Hari, so when he couldn't, Hari would be your second option of company asides from your friends outside the yakuza.

Today was an example. Kai couldn't go with you to buy a thing you wanted, so Kurono was called right the time to go with you... not without a threat from the young leader of course.

"Oh, there it is!" You walked towards the place where it was your favorite nail polish as Kurono chuffed with a smirk.

"All that excitement was because of a lil tube with paint for nails?"

"Shut up!" You giggled as you looked for the price tag "you're not a woman how can you be excited for these things? Besides, this one is so difficult to find and-"

"And Kai complimented the color?" The white haired man teased and laughed at your face getting red immediately after the words slipped from his mouth "You're so obvious (Y/n)."

"Leave me alone jerk ..." You jokingly pushed him as he smirked before noticing a thing that got his interest as he told you to wait a bit.

You nodded and started to look for other items kn the store before tensing at shadow of man approaching.

"Hey." The man spoke, a cigarette between his lips as his blonde curls bounced at the way he tilted his head.

"H-Hi." You muttered, doing your best to avoid eye contact.

"Shopping?"

"Sorta..." You mumbled, getting uncomfortable at the way he invaded your personal space.

"Dolling yourself up? You don't even need to do that to catch some man's attention cutie." He smirked and you swore you could feel a drop of sweat sliding down in the back of your neck.

"T-That isn't my intention at all!" You finally looked at the blue eyed man while waving your hand desperately in denial.

The guy only laughed.

"I'm joking, I'm joking." He took the cigarettes out and threw it somewhere inside the store which you were pretty sure it was illegal "I'm Satoshi."

"(L/n)." You stuttered while taking a few steps back.

"Cute. There is any chance I can get your number?"

You frooze and mentally cursed Hari for not coming back to help you out.

"I'm.. I d-dont think I can... i-i already am on a relationship..."

"Aw. But he doesn't even have to know." He smirked while leaning down next to you "I am sure I can show a very good time... I can make a better performance in bed than whatever guy you are with."

You were about to open your mouth again until the said Satoshi was suddenly pulled and throw out of the way.

Finally Chrono was back.

"You're good?"

"The heck dude?" The blond snarled, getting too close to your liking as Chrono blocked the way "is forbidden now to talk with someone?"

"Is actually more about common sense. Couldn't you see she was getting uncomfortable?" Kurono muttered while glaring at the stranger.

"We were just talking, weren't we sweets?" The man tilted his head at you but before you could react Hari just grabbed the hem of guy's jacket and slammed him on a wall.

"Listen. That "sweets" over there man is already ona relationship with someone you REALLY shouldn't mess around with. And honestly I'm saving your fucking ass by doing this."

"Oh sure you seem like a good boyfriend right pretty boy?" The guy snarled before Chrono chuckled humorless.

"No no fella... " He got close to the guy face "Have you perhaps heard of... Overhaul?"

The blond suddenly got pale as a ghost.

"Oh.. so you do know him. Listen. That girl over there is his girlfriend. So if you don't want your body being found in seven different places across Japan, I would suggest that you never bother her again... got it?"

The guy nodded and when Chrono let go of him, the once confident man was running for his life while you approached Hari.

"Y-You didn't have to do that." You sighed a bit in relief as the white haired man scratched the back of his neck.

"Yeah but it kinda pissed me off. I saw that you told him you were in a relationship and the dickhead keep insisting." Chrono muttered before looking at you with a more calm expression "Come on, let's go. Kai must be yanking his hair off for us to be taking si long to get back. I will pay for that thing."

"Uh.. no you won't."

"Why the hell not?"

"Maybe because all of you are broke." You deadpanned as Kurono felt like the ground could swallow him whole after that comment.

.

.

"I found funny that even the cashier confused us as a couple." You laughed as Kurono opened the door for you. Both of you unaware that a certain golden eyed man could hear every word.

"Oh yeah, that dude also thought I was your boyfriend for a sec." Kurono chuckled before going silent at seeing the man in black leaving a room with a unreadable expression.

"Kai!" You exclaimed with a smile while going to him "I got everything I wanted, so I guess I won't be needing to go out for a while." You smiled before widening your eyes at his gloved hand carrying your cheek.

"Chrono. At work hours we can talk. Dismissed." He almost growled while you blushed at him pulling you close. "Did he pay for your things?"

"... Kai how can I let you or him pay something for me when I know you have literally almost nothing on your bank account?"

He tsked while guiding you to the living room.

"... I apologize for that. When the yakuza finally get back to its glory days we will have money.. so I can finally treat you right."

"You already treat me right where all this coming from?" You asked in worry as he scoffed and looked at everywhere but you.

"Aparently not enough for people to mistake you and Chrono as a couple of out things."

You stopped abruptly as you stuttered before smiling at seeing the tip for his ears covered Ina pretty pink color.

"You know that Hari sees me more like a sister right?" You spoke while catching up to him "He cares for me because you care... he is your friend after all."

Silence.. but you could see the way his shoulders sagged a bit in relief as he walked with you.

"Besides, he did defend me and my honor when a guy was pestering me about my number-"

"What?" The man snarled and you jumped at the pissed off look he held now.

"I-Is fine he didn't touched me-"

"I want details. Now." He growled as you sighed.

Later on you just deadpanned at Kurono coming to tell you later on the next day that he got his ass beat and Kai went after the dude in question that annoyed both of you.

"Why did he even got mad at you?"

"Saud I didn't protect his angel enough." Kurono muttered a should felt your face explode in warmth at the pet name he used for you sometimes being said out loud.

[arisunakayama]

Hiii so I saw you're doing madcom requests and got an idea

So main 4 headcanons for a convenience store owner reader. Basically they're just the most reliable source for a lot of things, and really chill too. Just wanna sell things and help without a care for their wanted posters or massive organisation. So the S.Q already knows them from buying stuff from the shop, but thet only recently started paying attention to the owner and realised how...nice they were.

You can choose the type of headcanon (like your Pandora's box thing or one-time separate hc's) or if you want to add other characters :) thank you!

Main 4 with Store Owner!Reader or Pandora’s Box! Reader

Imma do both because my ideas are running WILD rn lmao. Plus it gives me a reason to try and write off writer’s and artist’s block. Plus this will be LOOONNNGGG

A/N: PANDORA’S BOX!READER USES GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS, BUT IS FEM PRESENTING. CONVENIENCE STORE!READER IS PURELY GENDER NEUTRAL!

Depending on if you’re a shop owner or the founder/CEO of Pandora’s Box will kind of differentiate the relationship you might have with the Main Four.

For example, if you happen to be a convenience store owner, chances are you’ll be closer to both Sanford and Deimos compared to Hank and 2BDamned.

But you’d probably still retain a good relationship with the both Hank and Doc.

If you were the Founder/CEO of the Pandora’s Box agency, you’d most likely be closer to Doc and Hank while still retaining a good relationship with both Sanford and Deimos.

But nonetheless the four of them would notice how pretty chill and nice you are.

But although in both scenarios you’re still pretty chill and don’t really care for their reputation, the personalities between the two are different between Store Owner!Reader and Pandora’s Box!Reader.

[CONVENIENCE STORE!READER]

If you’re a convenience store owner, chances of you meeting the Main Four are slim.

But hey, you somehow were able to manage that with them coming into your store because of some dead batteries that was inside of some sort of device that they needed to work.

You remembered how they entered your store, Doc looking irritated along with Deimos who was still fiddling with the poor remote.

Meanwhile Sanford looked like he was just ready go back home.

Hank on the other hand looked indifferent, although a bit irked.

Of course you knew who they were, there were wanted posters of them plastered all over the place outside of your store.

But honestly you could care less. A customer is a customer and you of all people knew better than to stick your nose in other people’s business.

Anyways, Doc just ended up grabbing the pack of batteries from the store racks before slamming it down onto the counter in front of you.

Meanwhile you looked behind him, seeing the other three behind him with what looked like whatever they just grabbed around the store.

While you were ringing up their items, Deimos looks at the wanted posters of them that was plastered on the bulletin board.

He points it out. “You know you have the wanted posters of us, right?” You could feel him eye your suspiciously.

“I know. But honestly, it’s really not my business.” You shrug your shoulders while putting the items into a bag, giving it to Doc while he pays you.

The four of them can only stare at you in silence before continuing.

“Look all I’m saying is, I get all types of people passing here and I know how to keep my mouth shut tight.” You lean onto the desk in front of you with a soft smile “Meaning, there’s no reason for me to open them at all.”

They still don’t really trust you, to which you can’t really blame them.

Nevada was a place you couldn’t really be relaxed in. Especially when there were murderers, thieves, cannibals and a whole bunch of unsavory types of people out there.

If it was before missions, they would usually stop by and grab only necessary things.

Though if it was like a camp out due to survey ing a tower/building, then they’d end up grabbing a few more snacks to keep them content.

The ones who you talked to the most would Deimos and Sanford considering how more relaxed they are when it comes to casual conversation

Compared to Doc and Hank, the two of them make you feel a lot more safe.

As for 2BDamned and Hank themselves, it’s more of just business.

But as time goes on between the four of them do end up coming to realization that you genuinely do care about them and their well being.

Not only are you nice to them, but you also aren’t that afraid of them. Which to be honest it a nice change.

Especially when it comes to having a new trustworthy friend.

Good job Reader! You’ve managed to not only get the main four to be your friends, but also guard dogs and attack dogs.

Especially when someone vandalizes or threatens to kill you or steal from you.

[PANDORA’S BOX!READER]

As I’ve mentioned before, you’d most likely strike up a partnership with the main four and the S.Q just to spite the AAHW and it was good to have a powerful ally who wasn’t Phobos or the Auditor.

Most likely you’d be closer due to 2BDamned and Hank just due to professionalism, business related jobs, or etc.

That and Hank’s odd obsession with wanting to constantly spar with you because of wanting to see how fast you could actually avoid him.

Which by the way, you still heavily outweighs him in that skill.

But back onto the topic, 2BDamned would be the one to do all the talking and negotiating. Though there will be times you both do joke around with each other by throwing small jokes.

He genuinely enjoy doing business with you though, seeing how well the two of you compromise with each other.

As for Hank he doesn’t really care about all that stuff. Unless it deals with weaponry, then he’s all for listening and seeing what you have.

As long as he has something he can use to saw, slice, or put holes into whatever gets in his way efficiently , he’ll gladly see what you have.

There was a moment after a while where Doc did have a shortage of supplies and had to tell you that the promised cargo wouldn’t be delivered to your company until they had what they needed.

But to their surprise, mostly Doc’s, you just waved it off and gave them the same amount of shipment to them that you usually trade with them only to tell them to not worry about it, considering your company already had way too much of what they were about to ship to you.

It made Doc skeptical, usually things like this had some sort of motive behind them.

But once he saw the sincerity you had, he was definitely taken back. Hell even Hank was taken back at how generous you were being with them.

Congrats, Reader! You now have the Necromancer and The Boogie Man by your side with semi weak knees

[sirthisisa-wendys]

*crashes violently early into your dms* heyyy

👉😏👉 I wanted to request Draken fluff for your valentine's day event 🥰 tysm

I INSTANTLY knew what I wanted to write for this one!

Let Us Begin!

Missed The Mark: Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

wc: 916

tw: fluff

Valentine's Day Event Masterlist

Main TR Masterlist

The sound of a thunderclap spells doom for Draken. He looks up at the sky from the windowpane of his shop and grunts, scowling at the fat raindrops crashing down on the sidewalk.

"I'm gonna pack up a little early," Inupi notes, switching the "open" sign off and taking out his keys. "Do you have any plans with y/n?"

"I did," Draken admits, wiping his grimy fingers onto the towel around his neck. "But now it's raining."

"What'd you have to do?" Inupi asks innocently while lowering the metal gates. "Can't be much; tonight's..."

"Flowers." Draken ticks off his fingers one by one. "A candle, nice chocolates..."

"The works," Inupi replies, grinning. "So, what's stopping you?"

"I don't have a rain jacket." Inupi wastes no time grabbing the slicker by the front door and tossing it to Draken.

"I'll shut the place down tonight. Good luck!"

"Don't you have someone for Valentine's Day?"

"Nah," Inupi laughs. "Not making a big deal out of today anyway."

Draken takes his leave, hurrying out into the rain to grab the final items he needs to make the night special. Sure, there were little things he could do instead of flowers - like a card or some small trinket - but that wasn't what he really wanted. He wanted you to feel special, like all the other girls with boyfriends who got their things on time.

Draken arrives at the florist just before closing, bursting into the shop with little decorum.

"Last minute purchase?" the lady behind the counter wonders, her eyes old and wise behind large glasses.

"Sort of," Draken blurts. "I'm going to need something big."

"It'll cost you a little extra." Draken nods, pulling out his wallet.

"Name your price."

Fifteen minutes later and fifty dollars lighter, Draken walks out of the store with his loot secured under mounds of paper. It's honestly a bouquet befitting a bride, but Draken doesn't think twice about the size. He dashes through the rain once more to climb a flight of stairs and bang on the bohemian-style store with his fist.

The young man looks up from his cash register, bills already counted and laid out for collection.

"We're closed," the man shouts through the door, but Draken keeps pounding on the glass with fervor. "Go away!"

"I need a candle!" The man shakes his head as he counts the coins, placing them neatly in a stack. "You've got to help me!" The man flips Draken off, pushing the spare coins into the bag while moving away from the door and down a hallway. Draken huffs a deep breath, then yanks twice more on the door handle before stepping back from the shop. "You wouldn't do this if you knew who I was."

A head peeks out from the back room, and a pretty face turns his way. "Kenny?" The voice of a girl he used to know comes through the glass, and she makes her way toward the door, a smile painted on her face. It's one of the girls from the brothel, he realizes, and before long, the door is opened to him.

"Kenny, what are you doing here?" Draken grins, pushing back his hood and exposing his head to the rain.

"Getting my girl something nice," he admits, and the girl smirks.

"Finally settled down, huh?" Draken walks into the store and the former brothel employee follows him in just as the man rounds the corner.

"No one else in my shop," he announces loudly, but the woman overtakes Draken and puts her hand on the man's chest.

"This is a friend of mine. Stop being a dick, Tian."

Once the candle is secured, Draken has one last place to go: a place that's open later than most.

"Tell me you love me, Ken-chin," Mikey chides, holding the box of chocolates far away from Draken. "And I'll hand them over."

"I love you," Draken mutters. "Now, give them--"

"Say it like you mean it," the black-haired racer hisses while squinting his eyes. Draken grumbles, rolls his eyes, and shuffles a bit, but finally relents.

"I really love you, Mikey."

"Yay! Happy Valentine's Day!" Mikey hands over the chocolates and smiles. "It's my gift to you."

"I paid you to get them."

"Tomato, potato," Mikey mutters.

Draken’s finally done. He runs out into the street and retraces his steps back home, hoping you hadn’t been waiting too long when he opens the door, arms full of gifts.

“Happy Valentine’s… day…”

You’re dead asleep on the couch, cuddled up with one of Draken’s shirts. At first, his heart drops when he realizes you’d been missing him, but then he recovers, shuts the door, and begins to place the items he bought in their proper spots. Once he’s done his duty, he scoops you up into his arms with a grunt and carries you to the bedroom, cradling your head against his chest.

“I missed out this time,” he murmurs while pulling the blankets over you. “Didn’t I?”

“Not really,” you answer groggily, holding his hand as you awaken from your sleep a little. “You’re right on time.”

“Don’t you want to see the things I got you?”

"Not as much as I want to see you," you reply, pulling Draken into bed. "You've had a long day. Just relax with me."

And for the first time that night, Draken stops his hurrying and lays in bed with you, letting the events of the day fade into memory.

[kithtaehyung]

Hello!

I have a question, I've been wondering how you come up with the motivation or even ideas for writing stories or even a series? I've written a few short stories but haven't actually accepted the fact that I could write a series because I feel like it wouldn't be good enough. Do you have any pointers or ways to write a story that people would enjoy or even enjoy writing? Any tips will help!

Sorry if this is so weird or out of the blue. Just enjoy your writing style and stories that maybe you would have some tips. If not apologies for bugging you. Hope you have good day/night and stay safe okay?

hi hi! thank you so much for the kind words. :')) really it's a matter of letting things come to me, or expanding on the smallest ideas until it gets to a point of like "wait, this can actually be a full fic/series!" here are some tips i can give that have worked for me, so maybe you can try some of them:

take inspiration from art you see around you. movies, songs, shows, random things you see in your every day life.

write ideas down. i don't care if it's on a random napkin or your notes app on your phone. write them down because chances are they are fleeting thoughts and you forget them later.

accept that not every idea will be a full fic or series. and that's okay! don't stress about the ones that don't come to fruition right away. if you happen to circle back to them, cool; if not, at least it was a cool idea for a moment.

write for you first. especially if it's going to be a series. i've experienced it both ways - writing mostly for me and writing mostly for the audience - and the latter is so much harder to keep going.

what does writing for you mean? write what's fun! write what you can't wait to finish, even if it's just a scene or short story. because if you do this, it's a lot more likely your readers will be able to feel a difference.

if you're a planner: plot it all out! if there are scenes that you can't wait to get to, those serve as the motivation to keep going until you hit that point. and it's amazing to see everyone experience those visions with you once they're finally shared.

if you aren't a planner: go hard and just let the story present itself! this is actually what i do. i don't plan things out because it "boxes me in" mentally and my brain shuts down. so i let the story flow organically as i go. but it's different for everyone!

don't stress about people liking it. do you like it? if so, then write it. then you can decide if you want to share it or not - most likely, you will. and someone out there is gonna find it and love what you created.

know that not every single person will read it. it's just true, and that is 100% okay. honestly? it's freeing to know that. bc once you let go of thinking you need to make something for everyone/good enough for everyone, that freedom will change your creative approach. you create for you, and the people that like what you share. that's it, period.

these are just some of the tips i have, but i don't wanna overwhelm haha. see if any of these work and go from there? whatever you try, i hope it works and that you get that spark of motivation to write. good luck!

[pbandjesse]

I just got done helping James cut their hair. I am not feeling as low tonight. Maybe taking the medicine in the morning is the way to go. Though I am worried about waking up feeling sick in the middle of the night. But I'm trying to remain positive.

I was a little bit of a baby today. Any time I started to feel unwell I would get so worried I was about to fall apart that I was very much in the edge of shutting down. But I made it through most of the day. I was trying really really hard.

When I woke up this morning I was fine. I wasn't amazing. But I was fine. My hair looked nice. I felt pretty. But I also just had all this pressure in my stomach and when I was done getting ready I laid on the floor. James would come upstairs to check on me and laid with me for a bit. It helped. I needed to get up and I needed to leave.

James would pack me a lunch but I would barely pick at it. They packed peanut butter for me to eat with pretzels but I ended up eating spoon fulls of it on my drive into camp as my breakfast. And honestly it was good. I had a cup of milk and my peanut butter and my favorite podcast put out an episode about why my least favorite painter sucks and I felt so very vindicated!!

When I got to camp no one was in yet. I would spend a few minutes putting things away but then pretty quickly went and got the gator to take some packages of field trip supplies up to the art building. I got that stuff put away and continued on my drive around camp.

I went to the nature building to say hello to the animals. Samson was speed walking in his tank which was really cute.

I would drive over to peeps to get my last box of stuff. I would stop when I saw the impressive mushroom pictures above. I believe it's chicken of the woods but it's more spread out then I'm used to seeing so I'm not 100%.

Getting my last box from peeps didn't go amazing. The box split open and I dropped everything. But it was fine. I would just make two trips. Still made me huff and puff and feel really woozy, walking up the hill. But I would sit for a minute and catch my breath.

I drove back to art one more time to drop off the box. Saw Lucky the three legged cat and couldn't get him to let me pet him but he did lead me to another kitty. So that was nice. I drove over to the pond and up behind stockade. And then back to the office. Where Alexi was just getting in.

Soon after that everyone else was back in too. I would slowly run out of things to do. It as in charge of contacting someone I had to search for online. And I am very good at googling and was able to find his email but I'm going to try and call him tomorrow. Even though I hate calling people. Especially when there is information being passed. I would much rather have it in writing.

But it's fine.

I would spend a lot of time sending emails. Working on my hand out for my beading workshop next week. And starting research for specialty program ideas for next year.

When I would get bored I would go do other small tasks. I went over to the pioneer cabins to measure a wall. Jeff was over there and he asked how my dad was doing. We chatted for a bit.

I would go put away the tent tarp, per Joe's request. I would lay in my hammock for a half hour. And then back to the office to continue researching. I think I have a good smattering of ideas now though and will start to write things out soon.

I decided I really wanted to get Taco Bell. I would keep myself focused by promising myself I could get Taco Bell. I truly hate how often I have been eating out lately but eating at all has been so incredibly hard I'm trying to not fight it when I think I can eat something.

And at 3 I would say goodbye to everyone and drove to Taco Bell. And I don't know why but I didn't get what I had planned and got a crunch wrap instead. Which was good. And a potato taco, which was a little spicier then I wanted but was still good.

I ate half of everything in the car. And then headed home. I started feeling not amazing. I just tried sipping water and breathing and would be okay. I was just really happy to go home.

When I got back here I would sit with sweetp on the couch. I had the other half of my taco bell. And waited for James to get home. I thought about playing the new video game James got me but I was worried about getting motion sickness. Instead I just watched a video and laid on the couch.

When James got home they would consult with me about new stickers to order for my market table. But the one company we were going to go with (after sticker mule lost their minds and we can't order from them anymore) was going to be $600?? So James would reach out to a smaller company in California and if would take a few hours for them to respond but they were so nice and the whole order, the same order, is going to be less then $50! Incredible. I hope they are good quality. They had good reviews on reddit so fingers crossed.

James would clear the landing for the washing machine delivery on Friday. And the. We would hang out for a while. Eventually moving upstairs. They worked on their research for their longer podcast episode. I watched TikToks.

Eventually I took a bath. I trimmed my bangs. And when I was done I cut James's hair too. They are using the clippers for the sides now. And I am feeling very very tired.

My allergies kicked off a little but I am feeling a little better now. I hope I can sleep earlier tonight and feel nice tomorrow.

I have lots to do at camp tomorrow. Things to sort and things to paint and people to call. I hope it's a good day.

I hope you all have a good night. I love you all. Sleep well. Be safe.

[all-about-kyu]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

Pairing: none Genre: humor Rating: PG Warnings: mentions of paranormal, mentions of dead animals, language Word Count: n/a Note: this is the collaborative effort of both me and @raibebe (we watched ghost-hunting videos all day today at home and needed to do this)

Part 2 || Part 3

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜

There against his will in all honestly

He’s the one carrying the holy water

Says he doesn’t believe in the paranormal… he actually does

Begs the ghosts not to attach to him

Scared of being possessed by something

Very adamant about not giving the ghosts his name

“Dude… did that door close? Nah, nah… nahhhhhh… My ears aren’t hearing things right.”

ℝ𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟

He’s the reason everyone’s ghost hunting

Believer to the nth degree

Talks big about not getting scared but gets scared still

Talks to himself through his entire solo investigation

The one who actually loves the spirit box

“I am not my fear. I am stronger than my fear.”

“Jaemin, shut the fuck up and let the ghost speak.”

𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕠

No thoughts, head empty

Smiling in the corner

The one carrying all the equipment

Wants to befriend every ghost regardless of how aggressive they are

Confused noises cause he genuinely doesn’t hear most of the EVPs

Loves the SLS Camera and watching ghosts do little dances on them

Offers his snacks to all the spirits

“Ghosties” 🥰 /affectionate

ℍ𝕒𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟

Taunting all the ghosts just for fun

Doesn’t believe in any of it… until he hears the spirit box during his solo investigation

Crying like a baby leaving the building

Denies anything ever happened (even with video evidence)

Tells the ghosts all of his personal information just for shits and giggles

Has a whole portion of their followers convinced he’s actually a demon

“That’s another page in the ‘Haechan’s a demon’ book” // “No no no” 🥰… 👀

“POSSESS ME BITCH I'M A FUCKING NIGHTMARE ON MY OWN”

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟

Taunting the ghosts as a joke

Half believes

Once photoshopped a ghost into a picture to scare Renjun (got his ass beat)

Screams to scare the believers and never tells them it was him outside

Talks to the children ghosts in his kindergarten teacher voice

Don’t scare kid ghosts only adult ghosts and demons

“Ghostie” 👹 /agressive or derogatory

ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖

True skeptic

Blames everything on random animals and the wind

Debunks everything even if it doesn’t make any logical sense

Every EVP is just their imaginations

Whines about the physical condition of the location rather than the haunts

When he finds dead animals he’s genuinely very sad about them being there

“You want to hear it/see it… if you want it to be there, it will be.”

“It’s just a damn piece of plastic… you bought that thing on Amazon dot com.” 😐

𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘

An absolute baby

Jumps into Jeno’s arms the moment the wind blows (genuine wind though)

Absolutely terrified of the spirit box and refuses to do the Estes method of it

Hates doing audio playback sessions

Doesn’t do the solo investigations because he sits in the doorway and whines/cries until they give up

Always holding onto someone for emotional support

Also convinced Haechan is actually a demon

“Don’t make me… please” 🥺

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[eternal-echoes]

Tagged by @noriko04 thanks!!!

1. Do you get along with animals?

I’m really not a pet person so I would say for the most part I don’t but super friendly dogs (like my sister-in-law’s shitzus and my cousin’s dog I forget the name of the breed) I’m ok with.

2. Do you like to read comic books or manga?

I’ve only watched movies of American comic books. Mangas yeah I read them a lot, I even reread some of my favorite scenes a lot. Over time I’ve realized that manga isn’t a lesser form of art compare to anime, it’s its own art medium that has its own strength that sometimes better told in black and white rather than animation.

3. Do you consider yourself a people person?

Other than friends and family and people I vibe with, I honestly find people overwhelming and complex to the point that sometimes I’d rather stay home and shut in my room alone with fandoms lol. But over time I’ve been able to get over some of my shyness and at least start small talks with some strangers.

4. Name 3 things to do for fun

Cooking, drawing, and writing anime analysis. I’m realizing now that a day isn’t enough for all of my hobbies and other important tasks I need to do for the day.

5. What's your favorite colour?

It’s a lot: black, navy blue, red, blush pink, coral orange, brown. But I guess if I have to pick one it would be blush pink.

6. What type of movies do you like to watch?

Last movie I watched I believe was the live-action version of My Happy Marriage so I would say that I like drama, drama is one of my favorite movie genre.

7. What do you prefer, boxing, MMA or neither?

Neither. I’m probably the only Filipino who doesn’t get excited to watch Manny Pacquiao fights lol

8. Do you have a favorite book?

Other than the Bible, maybe Nihilism: The Root of the Revolution of the Modern Age by Fr. Seraphim Rose and After Virtue by Alasdair MacIntyre (but the latter one is soo dense I cannot claim to fully understand it lol)

9. Have you experienced something supernatural?

Yes but I only talk to my friends about it

10. Name 3 of your cherised songs that u identify with that could also describe you

“Teardrops on My Guitar” by Taylor Swift (because unrequited love)

”All Too Well” by Taylor Swift

“Dive” by Ed Sheeran

(I don’t listen to them often nowadays but I guess they describe me)

If you like these questions, consider yourself tagged. (Tag me also so I can see it)

[bi-bard]

I'm Crossing My Fingers for Something to Hold - Twelfth Doctor Imagine [Doctor Who]

Title: I'm Crossing My Fingers for Something to Hold

Pairing: Twelfth Doctor X Reader

Based On: Outlines

Word Count: 623 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: Traveling with the Doctor offers (Y/n) more of a purpose than they have ever known before. Not that the doctor would ever believe that.

Author's Note: This feels super short, but it does what it needs to.

Part One of March [Release Date: 4/5/2023]

Part Three of March [Release Date: 4/9/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Running with the Doctor was great.

I had never experienced something that felt so important yet so... freeing.

For just a while, I was nothing beyond the goodness I had achieved. I wasn't my title. I wasn't the actions of the members of my family that came before me. I was just... there.

I never thought that I was going to get the chance to experience such a feeling.

The Doctor and I were taking a rare break from running around and saving galaxies. He insisted on sitting on a bench and admiring humanity. He had a dear love for Earth and the people that walked along its surface.

"This is nice," I said after a while. "Being able to just sit here and... watch."

"You make us sound like stalkers," the Doctor replied.

I rolled my eyes. "You know what I mean."

He didn't speak up.

"I was always so focused on holding up a legacy," I explained. "I never got to truly appreciate the people and all that they did. Not truly. But now, I feel like I am seeing so much more than just what's best for the survival of most. I am able to do good that doesn't have such weight and history attached to it."

"Good for the sake of being good," he added.

"Exactly. I love my life. I truly do, but this... this feeling is like a cloud has been cleared from my mind. It's beautiful."

"Well, that has nothing to do with me," he shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

"That goodness was always there," he shrugged. "You just needed a chance to express it. I had nothing to do with the goodness that you always had."

"But you gave me the freedom to use it."

"Oh, please, you would have found a way regardless of whether or not I stumbled into your throne room."

"Why can't you accept that you had an impact on another person?"

The Doctor didn't respond to that question. Instead, he decided to steer the conversation back to the original topic, "You can hold onto it. After you leave, I mean. Being good for the sake of being good."

I accepted the redirection, "I want to, but I am not sure my advisors would be quite as excited about ignoring my history and the legacy of the people."

"Charlie would be."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why do you think that?"

"Because he's in love with you," the Doctor said it like it was the most obvious statement in the world. As if I had to have known about it before now.

"What," I scoffed. "What could possibly give you that impression?"

"I can see it," he replied. "It's all in the eyes. He softens around you. It was honestly quite annoying to watch. We had more important things to focus on and he was over making heart eyes at you."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Maybe now that the static is gone, you'll be able to see what everyone else has."

I chuckled and shook my head. "Let's just... go back to watching your precious people."

"Or maybe your feelings have led you to deny that they could be reciprocated."

"Shut up!" I snapped.

"Oh, never. Shutting up is not my thing."

"I could tell."

There was a long pause between us. Neither one of us spoke a word for what felt like ages.

And then, the Doctor spoke up again, "So, when did you start to catch feelings for Charlie-"

"Doctor!"

"Curiosity is our best strength. Don't punish me for indulging in it!"

I covered my face with my hands.

Maybe this freeing feeling wasn't worth putting up with the strange man with the blue box.

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[marshmallowprotection]

hi! this one might be a little heavy but could I get some comfort from ge saeran? so i have some brain fog as a long-term side effect of medical treatment i went through when I was younger. i have some degree of memory issues (my short term memory kinda stinks and a lot of my memories are really foggy) and a bit of processing issues sometimes (not helpful when coupled with adhd :/) and I feel like I'm not quite as sharp as I used to be. most of the time I don't think about it too much but sometimes it's really really frustrating, especially if I keep forgetting things or if I'm having trouble in college.

I imagine saeran probably has some similar side effects from taking the elixir for so long so I feel like he'd understand, even if the situations are different

GE Saeran knows the distress of losing time. It happened all the time when he was in that place. There are a lot of memories he can't even recall to this day. He isn't sure if he will be able to recover from what happened to him.

Some of those memories weren't the best and other ones might have been but he'll never know. That makes it difficult for him to deal with things day to day. Not because he knows that he'll never remember what he lost, but because he knows that those issues are still with him today.

Sometimes he gets worked up and it makes things incredibly hard for him.

He'll forget where his keys are, he'll forget where he set his wallet, he'll forget what he was supposed to be doing that day, or what have you. It's not hard to put the pieces back together because he does have a system to help with his memory, but it doesn't change the fact that it can be very distressing to go through that.

There is no way to put that feeling into words. A lot of people just don't understand what it feels like to lose control of your mind when you're overwhelmed. It's not something you can control. Your brain does it and no matter how much you fight it, you still have to navigate through it.

If you know what that feels like, then it's easy to understand what somebody else must be going through even If your circumstances don't align completely.

When it comes to you, his ultimate goal is to make sure that you feel comfortable in your own skin. You did that for him so why wouldn't he want to do that for you in return? Why would he leave you to have a hard time with your thoughts when you wouldn't let him do that to himself? It would be hypocritical and put into question everything you've ever done for him.

He wants to reciprocate your care. This is a partnership! It's not one-sided!

There are things he does he can share with you to make things feel easier. He's been doing a lot of thinking and practicing when it comes to his mental health. In the past, he coped in ways that weren't that great for him. But, now he's looking for things that won't hurt more in the long run. Like taking a nap when he feels afraid late at night, or going into the garden to shut off his fears with the sounds of gentle wind.

When he's confused, if he lets it consume him, he knows he won't be able to do anything. He writes things down so he doesn't forget the tasks that need to be done. He repeats mantras to himself to help his memories in his lowest moments. He looks to you for confirmation if he's afraid of his perception of time. You help each other that way. He can do the same for you.

On the flip side of that, maybe there's something you do that could be helpful to him. After all, two heads are better than one when you need to find an out-of-the-box thought. This is something where you can balance each other out. If you forget something, he can make a note of it so it helps you later on, or vice versa. 

But, honestly, what you're looking for might be somebody who is there for you in the most frustrating moments. When you are so frustrated because it feels like you're forgetting everything you know, you need somebody in your corner who can sit with you and remind you that it's not the end of the world and this is something that you can work through.

It doesn't control you, nor does it define your abilities, it's a part of you and it can be worked with as long as you take a deep breath and let it be. The more you struggle and strain, the harder it becomes for your brain. So, relax. Breathe. Let Saeran hold you when you need it and take care of yourself so that he can remind you how much he is in love with you! How much he wants to make sure that you feel the safest you can with him.

Saeran's advice is to "slow down, breathe, and let your head settle until you can remember again. You aren't going to lose memories or time forever. You need to be patient. Let's wait until you feel like you can remember what you needed, my love."

[musical-chick-13]

The workshop thing wasn't great in that respect but it wasn't that bad either because it was so clear that people were jealous when they were being harsher than the professors, who did step in at points when it veered from critiquing stylistic choices into doing exactly what people who think tagging fics on that post is okay are doing. It didn't discourage me from writing but it did solidify my decision not to major in creative writing (this is probably also why I in particular was a target: it wasn't my major, it was a hobby, but I was as qualified as them and got as much praise as they did and even one time more than them on the very first exercise of my first workshop, which probably didn't sit right with them, but only fueled me further because I am nothing if not a creature of spite).

And that's the thing too: so many people can't grasp that there's a huge difference between "this isn't for me" and "this has a lot of issues". Which to preface, unless someone's asked you to beta for them keep your mouth shut. They're doing this for free. Exit out if there are too many errors or whatever (and errors isn't even exactly the word I want but I'm exhausted and didn't sleep enough last night). Not that those people SHOULD beta either even if they were asked, honestly, because they clearly do not have a grasp on what constructive criticism actually is or how it works. You don't need a workshop to learn that either, just basic human decency and Google.

But like anyways. In the workshops I read plenty of things I just Did Not Vibe With, but were objectively very, very good art and you could tell how much care the author put into them. Sometimes things just aren't for you and the author didn't poorly execute that concept, actually.

I ran into this a lot in Performance World, too, back when I was trying to get a singing/stage performing career off the ground. There are SO many threads of that part of my life I can relate to this discussion and it would take far too long to explain them all, but there VERY much was a culture of perfectionism. Jealousy and extreme competition were incredibly prevalent, lots of "stay in your box," lots of complaining if people didn't stay in their box. Even when we were learning (or doing community theatre just to stay in practice or build up a resume), the stakes always seemed astronomically high. Someone could do a passable or even genuinely good job; but if it wasn't good in the "right" way, then it was still seen as meaningless.

For courtesy's sake, I'm putting the rest of my thoughts under a cut, because. Well. This got long. As answers by me are wont to do.

There also was a lot of "pick a genre" and "this is the only MEANINGFUL type of music/art/etc." The opera crowd hated that I liked musicals and pop music because those styles were all "stupid" and "frivolous" and "simple" (which isn't. even true, no art form is a monolith, and what those words mean is going to be different for every person, but, you know). Everyone else hated that I sang opera because it was a "pretentious art form" and "boring" and "sexist/racist/etc." (Those first two are incredibly subjective, and plenty of modern opera works exist that seeks to not uphold those forms of prejudice.) There was "if you look like [x], then you can't do [y performance type]." "If your voice sounds like this, then you can't EVER pursue ANY roles outside of this small pool of stuff because you need to know your place; if you don't, people will think you're making Bad Art." And then you, at best, get shamed, and, at worst, can't make a living.

All of this, of course, was a matter of opinion. Most of it, like you said, boiled down to the fact that people were doing things that weren't, actually, bad or untalented or ineffective--they just didn't work for people. They didn't meet some arbitrary, subjective standard that had no real, concrete, actual meaning. But when people with any degree of power start taking their artistic opinions as immovable fact, we end up with...well, we end up with the current theatre climate, and we end up with whatever is happening in fandom communities right now. (Because just as there are some people who, for insisting on a lack of constructive criticism, should not be beta readers, there are some who should not be educators or directors.)

There were a lot of reasons that I eventually stopped performing publicly/on stage. But a big part of it was that I just didn't want to deal with that culture anymore. When I made the decision to walk away, I had gotten to the point where I'd started to hate singing. My primary form of expression, of catharsis, of solace, since I was eight or nine years old. And luckily, withdrawing from a professional pursuit of art has helped me get some of that back. But I see those same issues--that same negativity, that same judgment--starting to pop up in something that isn't even meant to be for money or a career or anything other than personal expression. I see so many people getting discouraged, starting to lose the love they had for that expression. My love of art was almost taken away from me, to the point where for a very long time I couldn't even do it for fun, alone, in the private comfort of my house. And if I can do anything to prevent that from happening to someone else, I sure as hell will.

I'm glad that you were still able to get some good out of that workshop, because that's not always easy to do when the people around you are acting like that. (And kudos to realizing that you didn't want to do this as a major/career, that's not always easy to do either.) And I know I've talked more about professional art, but this is so prevalent in the way people talk about community theatre, too. Being upset that a student production doesn't have Super Stellar Voices/Acting, ragging on amateur singers just for posting a karaoke video on their personal Facebook page, expecting Met-opera-level singing quality or Shakespeare-scholar levels of acting text analysis from a group of volunteers who are spending their precious few after-work hours to put on a musical, just because they want to share that story with people. I've seen lots of comments that it's not meaningful because it's "bad." When. I've done a lot of community theatre. Plenty of it is not bad, actually. If you hate it that much, you don't have to attend a production. (Just like how. if you hate a fic. you can hit the back button.) And even if it is "bad." It's still going to be meaningful to someone. Even in a "bad" production, at least ONE of the actors or crew members will have a good time helping create it. And at least ONE audience member is going to have a good time; whether that be because they simply love theatre, someone they love is involved with the production, or because they don't care about an arbitrary "quality" measurement. And I absolutely think the same thing is true of writing, and of fanfiction especially.

If, for example, someone goes to karaoke and screams "I Dreamed A Dream" from Les Mis extremely off-key and grating, because they're experiencing a shitty situation and just need some catharsis? I don't have the right to rag on them for that, I would be an asshole. If someone posts a cover for fun on YouTube of...I don't know, "Take On Me" and can't hit the high notes, but wants to pay tribute to a song they love, who the fuck would I be to take that away from them? So if someone writes a "silly" or "stupid" or oh-God-forbid "cringe" piece of fanfiction (which. AGAIN. do not have any concrete meaning because those are SUBJECTIVE TERMS) to get some feelings out or to talk about how much they love a fictional character. Well, I think if you call them names over that and try to publicly shame or harass them, then, quite frankly, you are engaging in pointless, cruel, and braincell-less behavior. And you can stay 10,000 feet away from me.