#i just love seeing everyone being creative in whichever way is best for them. creativity is good

[stinkrascal]

Anon's message was the stupidest thing I've ever read, so here's a better one:

Storytellers are my favorite part of simblr. I love seeing people create art in a non-traditional way. Not to mention that some of the stories on here are mind-blowingly amazing, and I can't believe we just get to read them! For free!!! On simblr!!!! And we get to send them asks and leave them comments and tell them to their faces how much we love their stories. That's a gift, and I love that part of simblr storytelling.

People put in so much effort and learn so many new skills just to tell their stories, and I respect that and am in awe of that. Storytellers are some of the most talented people in this community, and they all blow my breath away. It's my dream to be known for my story, not just my edits and sims, and I hope all storytellers get to feel that too, because they all deserve it.

yes exactly this!! my fingers are starting to hurt form typing so much haha but i agree with this, n i also think everyone should feel inspired to share their art to simblr, whether that's storytelling, edits, gameplay, renders, etc. i love seeing everything u guys create n think it all deserves recognition:)

[2goldendarkness]

I usually reblog, rather than make my own posts, but seeing everyone in the gaze community deal with their grief by writing things down has given me some courage to do the same. I hope it will help me in my grieving process and i hope to help everyone who does relate to what i write. So this will be my farewell letter.

Dear Reita,

I got the news seven days too late, like how it usually is for me coming into a fandom.

I became a fan about 8 years ago, i was doing a creative education as a designer, listening to random music on Youtube with autoplay. Suddenly i found Red, the first song that got me into the Gazette, i was glued to my screen and intrigued with the looks of all members. But why the hell was that one guy wearing a band around his nose? I needed to get into it. So i did.

The gazette then became my first and favorite Visual kei band, i’ve been trough a lot in my life and whenever hardship struck me, there was always an interview that would make me laugh. When i had boring days in school we even played a game, my friends would ask me “why is he covering his nose?” And i would make up the weirdest stories on the spot. That resulted in some charms with titles like ‘reita and the smelly drummer.’ And ‘reita the drugs dealer.’ It varied from poking fun and making up the stupidest thing, to making you some cool guy who fought bad guys. It would always make us laugh, even though, i was making up these stories to friends who weren’t even necessarily in the fandom, because everyone who saw you once, knew your name and so knew who you were.

I wrote fanfiction, many in where you play a big part of the story, not as a love interest, but as a brother of a character based off of me. All because you once said in a radio show that you feel like you’d be a great older brother, hell did i take you up on that one.

I never got to see The Gazette live, i used to curse you all for skipping my country and forcing me to travel for 5 hours to see you all. In 2018 i was almost at that point, but i couldn’t go because of my exams and because i had no friends who wanted to come with me. I always promised myself: one day, i will see them.

It hurts me to realize that day will never come, at least you won’t be there anymore. I accidentally open instagram, and find a grief post written by Hiroto of Alice nine, in the hashtags your name. Shock, that’s the first thing i felt. I must be going crazy. But next up was Miyavi’s post and as i read that it slowly starts downing upon me, my heart sinks to my stomach and a lump forms in my throat as i rush to jrocknews to confirm they aren’t just playing a sick joke.

I start crying like most of the sixth guns, but only after i start reading the members messages. Why am i crying? We’ve lost a talented bass player who inspired so many people to also start making music. The world lost ‘the world’s Reita’ who was always poking fun at the drummer. The bookstores lost their most unexpected romance buyer. Many lost their source of love and joy. I’ve lost my fictional brother.

But most importantly, your actual family lost a loving family member who bought his mother an entire house to repay her for raising him well. The Gazette lost a member. Kai lost his fear during interviews of whatever you are going to say next. Ruki lost being in your personal space no matter how big the dressing room. Aoi lost the person who’s jokes he could laugh the hardest about. Uruha lost his longtime best friend, and now can no longer feel your heart racing before the show, nor can he feel your hand searching for his heart.

I hope everyones feelings reach you, i hope that whichever way you passed, was peaceful and without pain. I hope that whenever it is our time, you come in your mustang to pick everyone up. Usually as a driving instructor i call shotgun, but i’ll leave that space to your close relatives. That way i can’t judge you for turning around while parking, rather than using your mirrors.

Thank you for everything Reita, you will never be forgotten. Once my grief is gone, i promise to remember you with a smile rather than cry. I also promise to be a fan of The Gazette no matter what they decide to do now you’re gone.

And to whomever read my entire message, thank you for reading this unhinged post.

[ilyuu-archive]

update!

get ready folks this is a rollercoaster of emotions but uh, just to put this out here, it isn’t exactly good news

alright, so i think i’m gonna go ahead and quit writing for this blog. yeah, not exactly the best start to this - you think as a writer i’d know what words to use.

before anything - nope, i am not going to deactivate my blog, next best thing is to archive it since there’s so many memories that i like to at least keep, of my moots and of just a lot of things in general that i like to memorialize and a lot of writings and posts.

i want to keep them here because i want someone, whoever comes across it, to read whichever one and feel some semblance of comfort; that’s the main reason why i made this blog in the first place and that’s how i intend to leave it.

oh uh, yeah, for the reasons why i’m quitting, i can technically list a few :

genshin burnout : i don’t feel as strongly as i do for the game anymore, not as excited, even as fontaine was released, and stopped playing it a few months back. so, y’know, as genshin-centric this blog is, it’s technically a bit hard to try and get into something that you long lost interest for.

school : it’s catching me off-guard every time and even though i found a rhythm with my classes and schedule, it’s only asking for more of my time and, quite literally demanding. i’ll be honest and say that i can’t juggle a blog with a post every day and stay consistent with my schoolwork and what’s expected of me. i need to start thinking about my future.

spiraling thoughts : yup, you read that right; i’m back at it again with me thinking that my writing isn’t good enough and am doubting my skills as a writer as a whole, especially with my way of writing that as his poetic touch to it that’s making me wonder if it’s even worth anything at all.

with that, i think i just need to start writing for myself again because i haven’t felt that feeling for literally a while now.

have i thought about this for a while now? i have actually, somewhere in the middle of august but i was really, really hesitant for a lot of reasons.

said reasons being mainly my moots. i don’t like the ideas of leaving any of them behind at all, especially with them being the main reason why i love opening this app every day, seeing them flood my dash with everything that happened the night before, saying good morning, and seeing them in my notifs and inbox with their chaos and genuineness. i have so many memories here that i consider so dear to me because of each and every one of them, making my day and night, and… i don’t know, it’d suck to lose all of them.

@mikacynth : you were my first moot and i know i’ve mentioned and said this so many times to the point that you’d probably get sick of it but it did and does mean a lot to me knowing that you opened a door for me to meet so many others that made writing and just being on here amazing. you’re just so damn cool, creative, and nice and i’m so, so happy that i met you.

@floraldresvi : i don’t remember how i met you, and i’m so sorry for that vi, but you’re the kindest, absolutely gentle and attentive person i know and i just wonder how i ever got the chance to talk to you and be moots. i wish you nothing but the best because that’s all you deserve and more and you better keep that in mind vi.

@st0pthatsgay : this was a strangers to friends to lovers arc fr!! sorry i couldn’t help that, do you know how long i wanted to make that joke? but seriously, oli, you and your unbridled chaos and energy never fails to make my dash and quite literally everyone else who follows you like a rom-com movie or something; i’m so glad that i can call you a moot and one that i cherish so, so much.

@papiliotao : rei, you made my day whenever you drop in one of your small blurbs into my inbox and i get the space to just write whatever comes to mind; it was a little thing we had and, i don’t know, i loved it. i love it still a lot. it was like a duo we had and always made me smile with whatever we talked about, maybe just about writing in general or the cats that you always see. i’m just sorry that we won’t be able to have our wedding soon. really.

@supernova25 : bestie, i still remember those times about the ai bots!! i still think about them a lot!! it was fun!! in general, you’re always a lot of fun to talk to, and it could be about anything and it’d fly off the roof. also your asks about the most random of things has definitely made me feel better on my worst of days just to put that out there.

@soleillunne : i’d make a joke about you running up for the title of creator of angst and all that but you’ve always been so sweet so let me just push that aside, considerate as well; don’t think i didn’t see you send me links of anything scaramouche related because i do and i appreciate that so much

@hollythius-rising : YOU AND YOUR THEME CHANGES DON’T THINK I DON’T NOTICE THEM you’re also very very sweet and chaotic when it comes to your taste in tall purple men in lab coats but we don’t talk about that aosjksjs just that it’s always been a pleasure to talk to you whenever we have the chance to

@mondaymelon : YOU. we vibe with each other a lot like radio waves and it got me all giddy, and i’d just drop a lot of memes into your inbox just so i could see how you’d react only for you to give me a taste of my own medicine when you do the same thing 100 times more effectiveaisjsjs

@venusflwers : those late nights of playing roblox with you makes me feel so, so happy, you have no idea. it’s filled with crack with whatever you say and you somehow make a horror game feel like some comedy instead i swear; you’re literally the most unhinged and funniest person i met and i love that about you so much

@kazumist : it’s like a parent watching their kid grow up and then completely surpass them in terms of height. yeah, that’s you akiaki!! always frothing over your writing, your drabbles, because it had that soft and domestic feeling to them that i absolutely love to the moon and back

@m1shapanda, @snobwaffles, @vennnnn-diagram : you three are, excuse me for my language, so fucking amazing. i always wanted to talk to you so many times and even when i did, always hoped that we could’ve talked a bit more. misha, you’re so cool and i always wanted to just ramble with you; that and your art is so pretty and soft and just so DAMN COOL did i mention that? snob, you detective, you and your curse arts that make me laugh as much as pour bleach on my eyes (/j), you’re just so supportive and i really like that about you. ven, i wished we could’ve talked a lot more too with how just vibe with everyone so quickly and easily - you’re just as amazing, really.

and to all of my other moots, the same goes to you, even with the ones i didn’t talk to as much - just being moots with you, knowing that someone liked me like i liked them made me feel more belong on here and more a part of something. i’ve never been a part of something like this, and know so many people and to know that i mean something to them? yeah, that really, really means a lot to me.

i’d probably just be a lurker on here than anything… haven’t really thought that far, only that i know that i can’t stay on here any longer without feeling guilty, burdened, stressed, or all of the above. or maybe just start off as a smaller blog again without any sense of obligation because ever since i’ve hit 500, which was a while ago, that’s what this blog started to feel like with each bit of time that passed.

i’ve enjoyed it, of course i did, don’t get me wrong! i’ve just been enjoying it less than i did when i started off, that feeling of accomplishment and joy and pride at myself numbing a bit more with each milestone i passed. that’s just all me though, i’m sure.

anyways, not right now though, maybe just around the weekends when i actually have time to spare. so, until then, i’ll stick around here as much as i can. other than that, i don’t have much else to say other than thank you.

that i hope that you’ll keep doing what you love, whatever that is, despite the highs and lows. just know that the community you’re in is filled with people who love you through and through and that i do too - that you’ll do what you love because you want to, not because you should.

[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in October 🤵🏼‍♂️ 2023 - Virgo

Whole of their energy towards Virgo: King of Cups

Sign-wise they’re very watery, I assume this King is them. They feel like you pulled the rug out from under their feet with an ending, they never saw it coming and it changed everything - The Tower. If you’re the one going through this, then they’re aware of that too. An ending or a disaster of some kind was swift, final, and that’s it, it’s over with.

Feelings: 7 Swords rev & 5 Pentacles

They feel like it is what it is 🤷‍♂️ Whichever of you left was crystal clear about what their issue was, whoever was being left was crystal clear about how they were feeling. There aren’t any secrets here, though they could feel like things you’ve said to them were very immature, maybe hurt their feelings. The Star shows they’re healing from it. There’s definitely no confusion here, everyone has said what they needed to say…maybe not in the best way.

Intentions: 8 Pentacles rev

Zero intention to put any effort into fixing this or making it work. Justice shows they feel that’s the right thing to do, cutting this off, or going by whatever has been said & done, that’s the obvious next step. This is a very logical person, for having so much water energy, typically more emotional. If you want them gone, they’re gone. Or vice versa. This could indicate taking legal action if that’s involved, especially regarding workplace issues.

Actions: Wheel of Fortune

In action they’re letting time pass, “Jesus take the wheel” sort of energy, there won’t be any messages or apologies, they’re simply trying to see things from a different perspective in order to move on from it. Onto the next chapter of their life. They could be heading towards a karmic situation that you can’t follow them to, or that’s switched. Changing - is the only action this would show. This connection could trigger other karmic circumstances, and it’s outside of either of your control.

Messages:

Their side:

- LESSON 💯

- Short hair

Your side:

- Shady ex’s 👀

- Leave them on read

Possible signs:

Strong Scorpio & Pisces, Aquarius, Virgo

If you’re dealing with:

The Hermit shows you in your natural Virgo state of contemplation, the thinker, thinking about your life, everything that’s gone on, and everyone involved. Queen of Cups underneath could show you having felt like this was your person, your soulmate, and need some time alone to process what’s happened. You probably aren’t the most social right now.

Aries - knows you’re sad, because you’ve told them, someone you communicate with a lot, they seem very supportive

Taurus - a lot of loving support from this person, could be family you’re reuniting with, or if a lover - they see you as everything 🫶

Gemini - either left you or you left them, there’s a lot of heartache and drama with them, there could be more than just you two in the mix

Cancer - has no hope for this - they give up

Leo - could be pregnant and keeping it quiet 🤫 or they’re working on something that’s growing, an idea or creative thing, that they’ll soon “birth” into reality and celebrate

Virgo - wants you & another chance, they’re sorry and they’ll do anything to make it right

Libra - you’re done being lovers, could try to be friends, but that’s just a burden on you both when you eventually decide to move on, or is currently

Scorpio - massively stressed out, feels you don’t care about them and they’re terrified you’re planning a future without them

Sagittarius - someone you’re planning to reunite with but you’re stalling for the time being, could be a friend that works a lot, and they’re not the “deepest” person to talk to

Capricorn - someone you find attractive that’s a straight shooter…may seem kinda harsh, maybe selfish, but their intentions are good

Aquarius - defending a path they’re going to go down whether you like it or not - could feel it’s a calling or some soul purpose

Pisces - feels stabbed in the back or betrayed by delays, waiting, or wasting their time - like someone was really mean here - you or them

[resident-gay-bitch]

Okay I’m only responding to this because op literally tagged me in the comments out of nowhere basically saying my opinion is wrong after coming into my own personal comment section saying I’m not allowed to use the platonic prongsfoot tag when writing platonic prongsfoot because it makes romantic prongsfoot shippers upset. And I was just getting a lot of passive agressive attitude for who knows what, and I tried to respond in a civil kind way where I just expressed my personal opinion but I was told that I’m not allowed to do that.

Keep in mind here I SHIP ROMANTIC PRONGSFOOT. In fact they’re actually my favorite ship at the moment, I fucking love them. But I’m also a multi shipper and like wolfstar and Jegulus ans a bunch of other ships involving pads and prongs alike. Including the very important- and very cannon- platonic prongsfoot.

The way I am interpreting everything op is saying is that: (and please, if my interpretations are incorrect let me know because sometimes things are misinterpreted over text and I apologise in advance if I have done this, I will re assess if I have, I do not intend to offend anyone, I’m actually here to do the opposite)

Wolfstar should die because they don’t like it

People are not allowed to ship platonic prongsfoot (and their argument is that a ship is purely romantic and I can understand that interpretation but also “ship” is short for “relationship” which can be both platonic and romantic so using the term ship when pairing two characters together isn’t that big of a deal and not even the main point)

Anyone who doesn’t ship romantic prongsfoot is wrong

And that they’re a really good person because they’re not going around using a “#platonic wolfstar” tag even tho they ship platonic wolfstar (I’m not saying their a bad person I’m just saying using a tag about a platonic relationship has no impact on weather you are a good or bad person whatsoever)

All I have to say in regard to this, and to anyone that finds themselves reading this, is simply:

Anyone is entitled to ship whatever the hell they want. Wolfstar is one of the biggest ships in the fandom so why not just respect that other people like it? You don’t have too, it’s just two not real characters being put into not real scenarios, what’s the big deal? It’s not harming you.

People can put whatever characters they want together in whichever way they like, because once again, they’re fictional! I love when I see people putting characters in different parings, I think it makes things interesting, but not everyone does and that’s okay too. Not every relationship has to have romance you know? Some people prefer platonic connection. There are plenty of real people in this world who don’t even experience romantic attraction so I’m sure more than most they’d appreciate tags like platonic prongsfoot and platonic wolfstar :) friendships on any level are so so fucking important, if not more important that romantic connection. I don’t understand why you’re so against people appreciating a cannon friendship? You can totally ship platonic wolfstar if that’s what you’re into, sometimes I love their friendship on a platonic level as well, it’s so valuable.

Anyone can ship anything they want. As a prongsfoot shipper, I agree when others say that it seems almost cannon that something deeper and more romantic is going on between James and sirius. I mean they were fuckinf obsessed with eachother to a point t where outsiders couldn’t even picture one without the other. That obsession can create great romantic tension and also creates potential for one of the greatest best friends to lovers story lines in my opinion. But not everyone agrees, and that’s okay! People have their preferences and that’s okay too. Everyone’s entitled to their own, some people just prefer wolfstar, or just prefer Jegulus, or jily, or fucking starkiller or whatver the hell their creative minds whirl up. I think it’s really cool when people ship all these different pairs, romantic or not, because they’re all fictional and it doesn’t actually matter on a wide scale and everyone has their preferences. No ones wrong for shipping or not shipping something. Just like op isn’t wrong for shipping platonic wolfstar!

You can use the tag “#platonic wolfstar” it’s okay! It’s not a crime to use it! I promise. If someone has an issue with it you can simply say it’s not that big of a deal because it’s not :) idk, obviously wolfstar is a very big romantic ship so as long as you’re tagging correctly and specifying that it’s a Platonic relationship you’re referencing or writing, then it’s A okay! I understand the frustration with people tagging “#prongsfoot” for platonic prongsfoot content, it annoys me. But I simply scroll past or politely go into their comments and ask them to specify it’s a platonic connection as people who prefer the romantic use “#prongsfoot” as the main tag. So long as people are tagging correctly, it’s okay! I know not everyone does but people can learn if were kind and share these things with them. People do not appreciate when you come and tell them they’re not allowed to do something in a passive agressive way and say that their personal opinion is wrong because it doesn’t aline with your own.

Yes, I am aware I have some passive agressive nature in this post but I feel it’s justified as when I was first told I wasn’t allowed to do something by op, I kindly responded saying that I have actually specified what I’m doing and everyone’s allowed to ship who they want (so long as it’s not fucking pedophilia or incest) and I even thanked them for pointing out a mistake I had made in my post that made such a topic unclear and then went and changed it and thought that was that. But then I was met with more passive aggressive nature telling me I was once again wrong and basically told that op is better than me because they don’t use the “#platonic wolfstar” tag. Like wtf?! Excuse me for being a little pissed? It doesn’t make you a saint for that, lol? It’s just a tag?

To people that ship platonic prongsfoot reading this, you are not bad for shipping platonic prongsfoot. I encourage it if you enjoy it, I only ask that you specify using the “#platonic prongsfoot” tag rather than “#prongsfoot” so we don’t have tangles like this <3

To the op, use “#platonic wolfstar”, no one is going to care and I’m sure other platonic wolfstar lovers will actually appreciate it. If someone has an issue with you for it, you can always block them

Just because you don’t like a ship or particular dynamic, does not mean that it’s a bad ship or dynamic, it just means you don’t like it. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, don’t be mean about it, just be nice dude, like, for real, there’s no reason to publicly hate on something just because you don’t agree with it. Simply just like don’t interact with it?

And op if you’ve read all this, thank you for taking the time to read it. I hope you take everything I’ve said into consideration and think about it, if you have any further questions or whatever, you can just ask and I’m happy to answer. I have never had intentions to get argumentative, but when met with slightly rude and off putting passive aggressive comments, well, you can understand why I might feel a little agitated?

I’m sure you will, as I’m also sure you’ll be able to understand and reconsider your hostile approach to a fictional relationship other people prefer, as you are a cloud or sunshine like person as you have stated, and as the public knowledge goes, those people tend to be very empathetic, understanding, and open minded to hearing other people’s emotions and personal opionons :) <3

Y'know there have been, many, many times I wanted to do Platonic Wolfstar but I never do bc that'll make me as bad as those 'Platonic prongsfoot' shippers so be glad I don't like being a hypocrite bc I mean I can be very cruel at times like if I'm pushed to beyond my limits I can be very cruel..

And that's why I think I can feel myself being every point of nature kind of person: like y'know those are you a cloud or sunshine person; I'm pretty sure I'm both and all and neither thank you very much

(How on earth did I start this with a I hate Wolfstar and Platonic Prongsfoot point of mind and finish with a I can relate to all nature?!?!?! I call @lostwriter--xx3 to explain that to me!)

Point being: Platonic Prongsfoot should shut down, and that includes those I ship Prongsfoot and Platonic Prongsfoot people bc you can't ship and friendship unless you're turning it into a relationship which is diff than a friendship.

[vminity21]

Daybreak | jhs (Sneak Peek)

Pairing: photographer!hoseok x campcounselor!reader, exboyfriend!yoongi x female!reader

Word Count: 1,830 (for now)

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, supernatural, vampire!au, strangers to lovers!au 

Warning(s): smut but not in the sneak peek, angst, fluff, mention of disappearances, profanity; Rated: 18+

Credit to: @dee-ehn​ for making a cover that made my jaw DROP! You are super talented and I wish I had the creativity that you hold. Thank you!

Summary: When your best friend, Kim Taehyung, all but forces you to be a camp counselor at his mother’s camp for kids, you are dreading every second. Love at first sight hits you when you least expect it when your eyes land on the handsome Jung Hoseok. As weeks pass, the mysterious disappearances of a few people you know are starting to scare the town, and when Hoseok goes missing, the desperation to find him is strong. What you find out is a lot more unbelievable than you would have ever imagined.

“I find it very odd that you consistently persist on me packing pancake mix,” shoving loose strands behind your ears, you zip closed the overly stuffed duffel bag with sarcastic excitement in tow. Once or twice as a child you have experienced summer camp, but the separation anxiety you had being away from your mother led to you staying home thus after. At 24 years old, you decide it is time to tackle the counseling portion- but was it your decision entirely or was it, Taehyung’s?

“Have you not been camping before!? You set the pan over the fire and walla, flat cakes.”

Taehyung’s mother happens to own the summer camp for parents who need a break from their kids. She would joke about how much hell Taehyung and his siblings put her through growing up, so in much consideration for parents whose kids are released from school, she created a haven for kids to focus on nothing but having fun. As well as engorging in many snacks. Outwardly, Mrs. Kim jokes. Inwardly, she loves giving kids a break from the stressful pressure of learning, too. And when his mother begged for help, Tae and the rest of the friendship crew offered to help Mrs. Kim and sign up to be counselors which you avoided until now.

“I wouldn’t even be considering this if you hadn’t signed my life away without my permission and seriously, I miss my cat.”

“I did get your permission, you were just too drunk to remember, now hand me the sunscreen,” Taehyung points in the direction where you shift slightly to reach for it. Tossing it to him, he fumbles but manages to catch the bottle before shooting you a teasing glare. “Also, your parents are capable of caring for your cat as well as my dog and you will see her when you get back.”

“Remind me to never get drunk again,” you deadpan.

“Look, I know the breakup with Yoongi still hurts. I also know that Koya has Yeontan to keep her company, and I honestly think this will be fun for you. Just trust me on this,” Taehyung reaches to peck your cheek in a way to bring comfort. Your heart is touched even though the dull pain of missing Yoongi still remains.

“But what if I lose a kid? Then what?” You try to change the subject to prevent further pondering.

Chuckling, he shakes his head, his fluffy, dark hair ruffling in the process, “I promise you will not lose a kid, y/n. It’s nearly impossible with how many counselors we have, plus we always happen to find them. Just look for the snack stand, and you will find whichever kid happened to wander away from your supervision.”

Groaning, from behind, you wrap your arms around Taehyung’s frame. “You better be right about this. It’s about time I have some non-alcoholic endeavors. Plus, I miss everyone…. And my cat,” by everyone, you are referring to the rest of the group of friends who happen to be the camp counselors, too and are beyond excited to welcome you to their favorite time of the year. “Monnie and Namjoon are going to be there, right?”

“First off, your mom promised to snapchat us pictures and videos of the animals, so I’m going to need you to relax. Secondly, yes, LenLen and Jimin will be at camp with Joon and Monnie.” Taehyung pauses briefly as if to gather his words carefully, “I think Yoongi said he was going to forego this year,” which you squeeze your eyes shut in mild relief, “Seokjin was supposed to cover for him, but nobody has seen or heard from Seokjin in a while,” Taehyung swallows with concern etching into his glance. Loosening your arms slightly, you press your cheek to your best friend’s back as you remember the last time you saw Seokjin.

“He was so pale to the point his lips lost color, too,” you murmur, “Do you think he’s sick?” Everyone voiced their worries, but Seokjin waved them off assuring that he felt perfectly fine. After that night, he hasn’t responded in the group chat, nor has he responded to Taehyung.

“I don’t know…. Jimin ordered for a wellness check, but it appears Seokjin may have left to visit his parents in his hometown.”

Jimin happens to be an undercover police officer, hence why Mrs. Kim hired him to keep watch of the campgrounds if anything were to occur. “And he’s sure?”

“According to Jimin, there were missing suitcases, ones him and LenLen gifted Jin and evidence of majority of his clothes missing, and when he contacted Seokjin’s parents, they claimed that he was coming to visit them, but that’s the most I know.”

“I’m just so shocked about his sudden transition. I mean he hasn’t missed a group gathering ever. And…. He’s your best friend, so why hasn’t he at least reached out to you?” You whisper the final sentence knowing this has taken a toll on Taehyung.

“With how top tier he is about fashion, it doesn’t surprise me that he nearly packed his entire wardrobe…. I just have this strange feeling that something isn’t right.”

“He was single?” Relating to the feeling of heartbreak, considering you and Yoongi cut ties not long ago, the anticipation of wanting to run away for a long time was originally at the forefront of your mind. Is it possible Seokjin had fallen in love and left due to a breakup? Since you have a cat at home, that you love more than life itself, you couldn’t bring yourself to hide when you have her to tend to and feed.

“So far he hasn’t been seeing someone from my knowledge, so I’m not sure if he’s had his heart broken,” Taehyung turns to embrace you entirely, sadness drowning the silence while you squeeze him tight. His warmth melts into your frame and you breathe in his crisp, floral scent.

“He will come back,” you promise, “Maybe it has to do with his job, maybe he just needs a mental break, or maybe the woman of his dreams broke his heart, and he doesn’t know how to talk about it. Either way, I know he will come back.”

“Alrighty, come on,” Taehyung pulls away enough to see your face, resting his palms on your arms. He forces a brief smile, “Let’s go before we’re late.”

There is information that Taehyung withholds for the privacy and sake of Seokjin as well as another person that you know who happens to be involved, but guilt sheds off his expression as you follow him out the door. The duffel bag weighing heavy on your shoulder, you try to suppress your anxiety about the new adventure you are about to go on. Numerous ‘what if’ questions cycle through your mind regarding doubt on whether you will be fit to be a counselor or not. Admittingly, you are quite the introvert which is why Taehyung has been the perfect friend for you because he knows how to get you to try being social.

At the bus stop, you are relieved that the pair of you make it on time enough to not have to wait long. Shuffling through the aisle, you pick the emptiest section to give you and Taehyung privacy in case if any personal conversation is brought up, and you settle against the window while he descends beside you. Observing the people who enter the bus, your heart leaps as an individual with a neatly trimmed undercut, soft eyes, and an incredibly sculpted jawline, sets to tread the aisle, his phone held out before him as he holds his arms closer to his body; and his mouth is ajar as he concentrates on where to sit. Awestruck may not be enough to describe how enchanted you are by the sight before you, and you nearly want to crawl into a hole and hide when his gaze flits to meet yours.

He is just as reactive to your presence as you are to his, for he can hardly take his eyes off you when he settles in a booth adjacent to where you are seated. You jolt to face more of the window, not even sure how to respond to the way your heartbeat increased. “You okay?” Taehyung, witness to the whole thing, muses leaning to whisper close to your ear.

“Yeah,” you reply much quicker than you mean to, but you nod along hoping that he doesn’t ask further. “I’m just nervous is all.” Your one syllable laugh did not go as planned either.

“You’re going to be just fine.” Taehyung smirks, “And don’t pretend like I just didn’t see you play eye hooky with that dude over there.”

“You saw nothing,”

“I beg to differ.”

Nudging Taehyung’s shoulder playfully, the pair of you chuckle to yourselves as you try with all your might not to look over at the handsome gentleman. You are still fresh out of a breakup, so you know trying to pursue anyone is a horrible idea right now. Eventually, the bus heads on its merry way while you force yourself to focus on other things. In the booth before the cute guy, you see a young girl scrolling through her phone, narrowing your eyes, you’re hoping that Taehyung’s sleeping frame blocks most of you, so the individual doesn’t notice, but you see the picture of the missing person report that was filed several weeks ago. Jeon Jeongguk, smiling happily in the picture provided, you feel the emotions trickling in about the story; like Seokjin, it is as if the young lad up and left, but without any evidence of a destination. No foul play was noted, nor the finding of a body, yet the mystery of his disappearance has rendered the town speechless.

“Has Jimin heard any updates about the guy that went missing recently?” You whisper to Taehyung forgetting for a moment that he had dozed off. Taking the tip of your finger, you lightly trace the tip of his nose, but the most he does is tiredly flick your hand away. “Bruh,” he grunts, “let me snooze.”

“But I’m bored,” you whine, reaching to tickle his bottom lip for him to swat at your hand again. With pressed lips attempting to stifle a loud chuckle, the handsome man lets out a breathy response of laughter at what he has witnessed.

“Count sheep,” Taehyung slurs toward you which is his way of saying, ‘please sleep, you are annoying me.’ Playfully pouting, you cross your arms as you slump in your seat. If Taehyung can’t stay awake enough to entertain you then who else is there? Unfortunately reading a book or playing on your phone plagues motion sickness so to avoid that disaster, you contemplate the bravery to peak over at the fellow who you can’t seem to not stop thinking about. Would he be freaked out if you maybe scooted past Taehyung to make your acquaintance?

[catboyantichrist]

hello! i saw that you were taking requests for headcanons and oneshots! could i ask for some headcanons on either a gn or male MC bringing a brother along to get their first tattoo? as in the MC getting their first tattoo and having the brother come along because they’re secretly nervous lol….. thanks so much! <3

Aaa! Of course! I originally planned to write this as a M!MC but it ended up completely gender neutral. Also this idea is so creative so thank u for asking me to write this ^^

☆ The Brothers Coming With GN!MC to Get Their First Tattoo!  ☆

You finally did it! You gained the courage to finally get your first tattoo. You've been wanting this for awhile, it's just external forces always made it difficult for you to get one. I guess the brothers really helped with your confidence huh? Well the days leading up to the appointment your nervousness started to get the best of you. What if it hurts too much?

Not wanting to cancel the appointment, you decided to ask one of the brothers to come with you! Just for fun y'know... not because your scared or anything.

Lucifer:

-When you walk into Lucifer’s office asking if he’d come with you to get your first tattoo, he was more than happy to accompany you.

-But he also wanted to have a bit of fun.

-When you go to the shop he immediately noticed that you were nervous, and he started lightly teasing you without hesitation. 

-”Are you nervous MC?” He smirks.

-”No! Why would I be?” You were shaking.

-Oh you’re shaking. Maybe toning it down would be a better idea.

-When the artist comes out and actually begins, Lucifer just puts you on his lap. The pure shock from that would just get rid of any pain in that moment.

-While you’re getting the tattoo, Lucifer’s getting work done on his phone. There’s never a bad time to do work after all! Ignore his massive undereye bags.

-You need a distraction? MC why don’t you start on that potions homework from awhile ago?

-Once the tattoo is completed, Lucifer help you with the aftercare. Once it's healed he will begin to lightly graze his hand over it when he’s close to you.

Mammon:

-You wouldn’t even need to go to him to ask, he’s already going to your room to ask if you can hangout. So when you ask if he could come with you to get your first tattoo, he immediately agrees.

-When you go into the tattoo parlor, he’s just as excited as you are. After all, his human has been talking about this for weeks!

-When the tattoo artist comes out to ask some general questions, Mammon begins to notice your anxiousness. When they leave to set up the work area, Mammon leans over and puts his arm around you.

-Don’t worry MC! You’re the strongest human I know! Plus you have the great Mammon to protect ya!

-When the tattoo artist brings out the needle, Mammon is scared FOR you. But, keeping his word he shakily grabs onto one of your hands.

-“Only focus on me ya hear! It’ll be over before ya know it.”

-The only thing that scared Mammon more then the tattoo was the price OF it.

-He’d contemplate+ getting matching tattoo’s with his human, but needs to check if that would get in the way of his modeling career... just kidding. He doesn’t care

-”Oi MC! We’re gonna match one day. Ya got it?”

Leviathan:

-Convincing Leviathan to go outside can be sort of… difficult. Especially to a place he’s never been to before.

-When he sees how fidgety you are when you ask though, he sighs and agrees. “Fine but only because you’re my Henry”

-When you go into the parlor, he immediately goes to see if any of the tattoos are themed after any anime's. If there are, you will have to drag him away from them so that you can actually get the tattoo.

-When he turns away sad, you grin and offer to come back with him to look at the art another time.

-Depending on where you’re getting your tattoo he’d either play games on his phone with you or you’d just watch, so that there’s something to distract you from the pain. 

-If that doesn’t distract you enough you two will just start rambling about whatever anime you’ve watched last.

Satan:

-He was intrigued that you wanted him to come support you out of everyone. This seemed more like a job for Asmo. You’ll just ask Lucifer instead? Well you should’ve asked for him to come sooner!

-Before even going to the tattoo shop, Satan was doing as much research as possible to make sure you were prepared.

-He brought water and pain killers just to be safe. Yes the water was in a cat themed water bottle. I will not take criticism.

-When you go into the parlor Satan will watch the artist with intrigue and possibly even ask questions about being a tattoo artist.

-Satan will sit beside you and probably read with you or to you. If your handling the pain well enough Satan will probably just hold your hand and continue with the previous conversation he was having with the tattoo artist.

-Once the tattoo is finished Satan will research the best possible tattoo aftercare routine (and obviously talk to the artist about it as well)

-He found the whole experience fascinating, and contemplates maybe even getting a tattoo as well one day. Obviously just to spite Lucifer... no other reason. (-Cough- MC’s approval -cough-)

Asmodeus:

-“OoOo MC where are you getting the tattoo 😏”

-Okay jokes aside, of course he’d come with you! He’s supported tons of his friends and admirers when they were getting their first tattoos! These may or may not have been his name and/or face

-I’m not saying he’d do the same and try to convince you to get a tramp stamp of his name but I’m saying that’s exactly what he’d do 

-Although at the end of the day, no matter what you chose he’d love it!

-When the artist starts working Asmo immediately grabs onto your arm (or whichever arm isn’t getting tattooed) and starts talking about whatever gossip that’s going around currently.

-Every time the artist says “5 more minutes” (which is at least 10 times) Asmo puts his hands through your hair and praises you on how well your doing. Damn even the tattoo artist is blushing.

-Once the tattoo is finished he’d be so excited to take pictures of it, and he’d waste no time finding clothing pieces that would show off the tattoo even more! He'd also ask the artist for tips with aftercare and what skin products are okay to put on the tattoo.

Beelzebub: 

-You want Beel to come with you to get a tattoo? 

-“I mean if it makes you happy MC! Can we go to Madame Screams afterwards?”

-You walk into the tattoo shop and decide to look at some of the designs with Beel

-You turn for a second because you saw an amazing design. Although you nearly had a heart attack when you turned back.

-No Beel wait the food designs aren’t actual food!!

-Because of the amount of exercise this man does, and some not so... happy issues. Beel knows some very effective breathing exercises! Before and during the beginning of the tattoo he’d lead you through some breathing exercises to help you through the pain and any possible anxiety.

-He’s already holding your hand (if you allow it) and if the pain gets to be too much he gives you 100% permission for you to squeeze his hand, he’ll barely feel it anyways. Once the tattoo is finished Beel grins at the sight of it.

-”Wow MC it looks great!”. If the tattoo involves food in anyway, you may need to remind him that it’s not real as his stomach growls almost immediately. 

-”Could we go to Madame Screams now?”

Belphegor:

-“Why don’t we just take a nap instead?”

-When he realizes how much you really want this tattoo he begrudgingly agrees. Although he immediately cheers up when you offer to cuddle with him when you both get home.

-You go into the shop and he wants to get it done as fast as possible

-When the tattoo artist begins, Belphie was originally holding your hand.

-Now he’s just found anyway possible to cuddle with you... oh nope now he’s just asleep.

-On the positive side it gives you the opportunity to put your hands through his hair to help calm down. You kind of start drifting off yourself...

-Next thing you know you’ve woken up with the finished tattoo. Belphie eventually wakes up as well and lets out a long yawn.

-”Wow MC... it looks great. Do you wanna go take a nap at the planetarium?”

[theloveinc]

Hey ♥️ so I think you know what I look like (??) but I’ll dm a selfie incase lmfaooo but I’m pretty laid back, not much bothers me, and I have big weird energy. Goofy as shit when I’m happy or with people I love. I like activities out- like going to zoos or the aquarium. Walking my dog. But doing nothing is perfect too, because crafts are my shit- I do a ton of DIY, and other home projects and am going to build the best tree house for future babes, I’m not picky cause I want both boy/girls if you choose to add them. But physical touch, and acts of service are my top love languages, forehead kisses are top tier and nothing is changing my mind. I’m indecisive though so you can tell me who I fit best with (but I was thinking Aizawa or kiri) 🥹

But nonetheless I’ll love whatever you decide ♥️

I WANNA GIVE U BOTH AN AIZAWA BABBY AND KIRI BABBY SO BADLY but I'd be here for 400 years if i tried, so i think i'm just gonna go with..... aizawa!!!

(i thought u might even request endeavor, which i would've had fun with! i read a fic about that once, where....... actually, i'll get to the point now LOL)

create-a-kids: closed!

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Let's see........ an AiSi baby... probably acts like Aizawa on the outside, but is a lot more like you deep down. Does that make sense? Like, when strangers meet your kid they definitely think they're an Aizawa clone... but you, him, and everyone who knows you both know that that kid is way more you than they are him.

Which means, on the outside, they're pretty nonchalant and deadpan... but on the inside, when you get to know them, they're really bright, creative and active. A bit on the quieter side at first (only cuz they're a little shy) but still friendly... then telling the strangest, funniest jokes if you catch them at the right time.

They're cuddly too, always trying to lay on you guys and sleep in your bed. They'll often fall asleep in the weirdest positions if it means some part of them gets to be touching you (total thing of like... you look down to find they're BENT asleep on the floor, but they aren't disturbed so long as their big toe is on your calf LOL).

I also think... they're really smart, and enjoy learning a ton, too. Kind of a Keen sandals kid, if you catch my drift... always wanting to play outside and bring in bugs and leaves to show you, or read nature magazines and take notes (and yes, they watch every single documentary about cats you can find). Even help you out with DIY, or at least just sit next to you and watch so they can learn how... handing you whatever tools you need before asking to try. It's a little worrisome cuz you don't want them to get hurt, but they're actually super good at it (and cute, in their painting smock + oversized shorts).

What's funny about them, though, is that they probably turn into Aizawa whenever they're upset. No matter how much they act like you when they're happy... they can turn into him in seconds, and it's super jarring for people who aren't expecting it. Probably only happens when something really bad occurs, like injustice (to which they're angry and immediately ignoring the offender), an accident (in serious mode), or even just... being annoyed (and trying to leave😐🫥)... but you cannot deny those grumpy genes LOL.

(Sucks when they're older and trying to argue with you about something... then it turns into Aizawa vs. Aizawa right there in your kitchen adjskfadjks and both of them are MAD af lmaooo.)

As for looks... UGH OFC I GOTTA SAY AIZAWA REPLICA with lighter hair, little dimples and a nice smile. The kind of baby that people (mostly those who only kinda know Aizawa) stare at wondering why they look so familiar, but not quite, you know? It becomes obvious at naptime, though, just whose kid this is.

However, I'm torn between girl and boy (when am I not tbh?)... but I wanna say..................... girl? Boy??? I really did see both throughout this whole thing, so whichever, honestly!🥰

[imkittyjustkitty]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get a Harry Potter and Little Women ship?

My pronouns are she/her and im bisexual.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: I have massive introverted tendencies and am awkward in nature with new people. As a result I can come across as aloof and indifferent at first. I absolutely despise small talk. However with my friends I’m quite friendly and outgoing. Whenever I’m with my friends I can get really giggly and dorky when talking abt my recent hyperfixations. I open up to people very easily if we have similar interests. That’s when the chaotic theories and wacky ideas spout out. I tend to either overthink everything or not think at all. I’m a bit of a control freak and want to do the things the way I do them but I won’t enforce this on anyone else unless the result directly affects me. Just let me do things the way I do them. I'm also quite dedicated and ambitious on what I want in my life and will stand by those decisions.

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: New media art. I love to creative code. I love working with interaction design, web design, user experience and user interfaces. I also love special effects, and 3D/2d modeling. I’m currently trying to build my own mini video game. Apart from this, I love other mediums of art too especially drawing, digital illustrating, and printmaking.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: let’s just say I spend way too much time daydreaming. Fan fiction, video games, movies, books, tv shows. Anything that lets me daydream and disappear from reality for a while is a hobby of mine. I also love working out and weight lifting.

LIKES: I love lazy weekends at home, classic arcades, vanilla lattes, learning random new facts, spending time alone, intelligence, creativity, a good sense of witty humor, conversations where you can just be yourself and skip all the awkward small talk, the look on people’s faces when they ramble abt the stuff they’re into, wearing way too much jewelry, a good home cooked meal, summer and warm weather, a good giggling session with friends esp abt fictional crushes ahahha.

DISLIKES: hugging and physical touch (my love language is acts of service), large crowds, cold weather, admitting my anxieties, talking on the phone, going to the doctor/dentist, people who are “courageous” but are really idiots jumping into things without thinking, small talk, backstabbing people, when people have no ambition/purpose in life

Thank you! ❤️

ok so to explain what's happening here lmao, when i started this i had writer's block so i made some moodboards for what i imagine whichever ship being like, and a couple songs for each ship (most are vibes so dont worry too much about the lyrics) but as of the time the i'm posting this, i had a sudden burst of inspiration, so you get the writing aNd the moodboards & songs lmao !!

hope you love it , it took me a hot minute , but here it is !! so happy i got it done for you , it was so fun to do !!!

Golden Trio Era ;

i ship you with... Hermione Granger !

i can honestly see you and Hermione being the couple that everyone thinks are just really close best friends. like whether you're studying together, laughing about something, or just relaxing together, people look at you two and go 'woah theyre like really close, i think they like eachother' and then someone has to tell them that 'yeah, theyre dating'. you and Hermione wouldn't act like different or anything after you got together because i think that you guys would 100% be super close friends before you got together, so i also think that after you got together your guys' friends wouldnt see a difference in the way you act. you guys would be one of those couples that everyone can tell are best friends and it's so lovely, you'd probably also be one of those couples that your ' friends 'saw coming' , because you guys were just so close. 100% there's nights where you and Hermione have sleepovers and just talk for hours and just giggle and laugh, and enjoy yourselves and eachother <3

songs ;

Someone New — Hozier

By Your Hand — Los Campesinos!

Die Anywhere Else — Alec Holowka

my second choices for your Golden Trio Era ship would be Luna Lovegood or Harry Potter

Marauders Era ;

i ship you with... Remus Lupin !

ok so i imagine remus just not being able to draw for the life of him for the most part of his time at hogwarts. bUT i do believe he'd be able to draw like ,, really funky looking animals. like this :

like look at those funky little fucks , he will draw them all over whatever youre doing when he's bored.

( theres not much here bc my brain went blank

song ;

Drinking Song For The Socially Anxious — The Amazing Devil

my second choice for your Marauders Era ship would be Dorcas Meadowes

Little Women ;

i ship you with... Jo March !

a creative and ambitious couple for sure. you guys would definitely have days where you can just sit in the grass together doing whatever. you two could be deep in conversation about your favourite books, or a weird dream you had, or whatever else youre both inspired by at the time.

if participating in her plays is something youre into, she'd be so excited, don't think just bc you're together means she'll give you a hero's role though. like yes she loves you (another thing, i do think she'd be worried about saying she loves you*) and you being one of the heroes is fun, but also she is 100% ready to straight up make you the most vile villain ever <3 also a plot twist villain , someone who appears fun happy and whatnot, and then turns out to be the most eviL person ever ? yeah she'd give you that too, in her defence that'd be a funky character. i can totally seeing her getting you to play her favourite characters because yes it's a fun little play for kids but she will want her characters to be done right

*more on the whole thing about how she's scared to say she loves you, i think it'd be an insecurity of hers and she would be so worried about saying it , especially for the first time. she's worried that she's too all over the place for you or something, or that you just don't love her like she loves you :(( <3

songs ;

Peace Sign — The Front Bottoms

Soldier, Poet, Kin — Cullen Vance

my second choice for your Little Women ship would be Meg March

[excitedlysuffering]

Things You Do Together

My dad is currently making me sit through the Jefferey Epstein documentary so I’m struggling a bit but I FINALLY got this out ;-;

Naruto~

You had always adored taking nighttime strolls through the city, but you’d always gone alone. Now that you had Naruto you were hoping that could change. You were a bit nervous at first, your boyfriend always seemed exhausted when he got home and you didn’t want him to lose sleep he so desperately needed.

When you did eventually ask, he thought the idea was great, in fact, he wanted to go out that very night. You were thrilled, to say the least. The one you loved was walking with you under the stars. Plus, there was something about the way he was softer and quieter on these nights, letting you see a new part of him.

He really did love their midnight walks, every time he saw your happiness, your wide smiles under the gleam of the moon… he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you each time. These were both of your favorite times, you guys got to see each other, and the city, in a different light, figuratively and literally.

Sasuke~

Everyone who knew about you and Sasuke’s relationship assumed you guys bonded over training exercises and had sparring dates. That much was true when you first met and when your relationship was new, but now you guys had a completely different activity that brought you closer.

You thought your habit was kind of geeky at first; sometimes you’d tap out your thoughts in morse code on whatever surface was closest. It hadn’t taken long for Sasuke to realize that the tapping wasn’t just a random pattern, and he needed to know.

Needless to say, you guys had a lot of fun tapping out conversations and then gasping like “WHAT?!” while your friends assumed you two had finally lost it. Eventually, morse code didn’t challenge either you enough (not that your unique habit stopped) and you guys began to study and learn codes together. Not only was it fun, but it was helpful for missions.

You guys even managed to get the basics for sign language and often used that as well. You both were competitive and eager learners, so it really suited you both.

Neji~

The stoic mask that Neji wore in public, was non-existent when he was with you. Things that no one imagined him doing had actually become his hobby, thanks to you.

No one really questioned how Neji’s skin stayed flawless. Not a single pimple, zit, or blemish of any kind. You’d been begging him to tell you his skincare routine because there was no way that was natural.

But as you spent more time with him, you’d realized his skin wasn’t as perfect as you thought; he was prone to dry skin. Oh, you had a field day when he walked into your home, horrified at the sheer amount of face masks you had in your living room.

After a few times, Neji started to see the results of the masks and other treatments. His skin was the healthiest it’d ever been. The two of you did a lot of research on skincare, and it became an official thing for your guys. At least two days a week you’d get together and have your ‘self-care day’.

Because seriously? There’s nothing cuter than Neji with his hair in a messy bun and a green mask on his face.

Shikamaru~

As lazy as Shika was, he tried his best to put effort into spending time with you. Even though the two of you had initially connected over being lazy, you guys had come a long way and had found other ways to entertain yourself.

It was his idea really, he had always had a fascination with baking but had never taken it up because all the work was a drag. You were thrilled when he asked you about it, though. Cooking was one of your strong suits and you two spent the whole day in the kitchen. He didn’t mind in the slightest, however, you were so excited to be spending time with him, plus you were a great cook.

His favorite part was definitely eating the treats with you, you both felt so accomplished after a good day and you had taken to donating fresh goods to those in need. His friends were surprised, to be honest, they’d never expect him to go out of his way to work out and do such things.

What could he say? You were changing him slowly for the better.

Kiba~

Contrary to popular knowledge, Kiba didn’t take Akamaru everywhere. The two of you had made it a regular thing to go swimming, just you and Kiba, lazing around in the water under the bright sun.

Just like a dog, if it involved water, Kiba was down. The two of you would spend hours swimming and playing around in the water together. At first, it was spontaneous and neither of you did much preparation, but it quickly became a Thing™. You packed snacks, water guns, toys, you name it, you had it.

You knew the best fishing spots, the times that the lake/beach/river would be empty or packed… the two of you went all out for this hobby. It was a workout, but it was also fun and playful, as well as romantic, in its own way. (Akamaru tries not to be jealous)

Gaara~

Before you say gardening- (WRONG) Gaara loves stargazing. When he was a child, he was always alone and he would watch the stars and constellations because they were the only things that stayed with him. *sob* However, when he watches them with you, it’s different. He used to wish on the stars, wish that he’d have his own personal star in his life.

In short, stargazing with you means a lot because he wished on those stars for you. You’re his star, his sun, his life, and he wants you to know it. The two of you will usually lay on the roof of your home or the Kazekage building, whichever is more convenient.

Gaara has the habit of talking to the stars the way some people do to people’s gravestones, but only after you fall asleep. Due to his insomnia, he might not sleep until a while after you, if at all so he contents himself with holding you and keeping you safe.

Kakashi~

Okay if you’ve seen Kakashi’s Tragic Back Story™ you know he was cooking himself gourmet meals before we were out of our chicken nugget and fries for every meal stage. So he’s definitely the Bobby Flay of Konoha and he still loves to cook.

It’s become a thing for you two to hold regular cooking competitions. (Pakkun judges) Although it’s a lot of fun, you two take it seriously. A three-course meal, you have to have all your supplies prepared before the competition and no outside help.

It’s a great way to keep a playful element in your relationship and also to be sure you always have food (cause Kakashi can’t take care of himself). Sometimes, on your more competitive nights, the competition ends up being a food fight that he always seems to win.

~Akatuski~

Pein~

Nagato, when he was younger and was first was on his own, met a dog he named Chibi and was very fond of him. The dog ended up killed not long after and that was another tragedy that pushed him to closer to the edge.

However, animals, dogs especially, remind him of happier times. So, whenever he wasn’t too busy, he would take you to Amegakure and go to various animal shelters to visit the pets.

Both of you knew the animals would never go back with you (Hidan liked to sacrifice animals, Kakuzu would throw a fit, and Sasori would fight the decision) but it was nice and calming to be around the cute pets. Pein was oftentimes softer and more open during these visits and he was looser with his speech and mannerisms.

By the time you left, you always felt more connected to him. It was always a great day when the two of you went.

Deidara~

It’s easy to forget since he was forced to grow up so fast as he was recruited to the Akatsuki from anywhere to 11-15. Something I believe he would enjoy due to his childish personality is building forts.

He has a creative streak a mile wide and he would pull all the stops to make a fort palace. Kakzuzu nearly has a heart attack when he sees how much was spent on blankets and pillows.

The two of you spend hours changing the living room into a massive fort with a minibar, an art nook, and many other mini rooms. You and Deidara will spend the night in there just doing teen things, all the things you were missing out on.

At first, Hidan and Kisame had no qualms about messing up your creation but they quickly learned to hold your hobby as sacred as you did when their room was destroyed.

In short, the two of you are able to be kids together and bring the inner child out of you to two.

Masterlist

[just-another-wasteland-merc]

You write oc x canon character fics, but would you/do you/have you read someone else's oc x canon character fic? I know a lot of people who write oc x canon fics but would never read a fic about someone else's oc or oc x canon fic because they feel other people oc's aren't worth caring about or "cringe." What are your opinions regarding that belief and your opinion on oc fics or oc x canon fics? Is there ever a time when oc x canon is cringe or is every oc x canon valid?

Hey Anon! Thanks for the super huge ask! I had to charge my phone a little bit and read this a couple of times to really get all of the questions, but thank you for asking them! I do appreciate you asking! This is long, I'm so sorry, but I wanted to answer everything here.

For your first question on do I/would I/have I read fics with someone else's OC/canon fics, the answer is yes. I have read a few, I do occasionally read them (I will explain in a bit), and would read them! I have a list of fics written down somewhere in my chaos that I am going to read. But here's the reason why I don't regularly read them: I have such self image and self esteem issues where I am constantly comparing other people's writing to my own, and I've done reading while writing in tandem and eventually it got so in my head that I was constantly telling myself that I wasn't doing a good job. I also want to keep my eyes on my own prize and make sure I'm giving not only myself, but my readers something that's mine. Basically, for your question, I limit myself on what other people write to keep my own creativity high.

I promise, I see all the WIPs, the Six Sentence Sundays, and the chapter posts. And I will absolutely support any writer when they want it.

The best way to respond to your statement, anon, is that sometimes the way someone writes how the characters are interacting, or even how the writer writes a canon character, is just not for the reader. I know there are things about the way I write MacCready that a friend or two doesn't like. (Example: being a semi-functioning adult instead of being an insufferable whiny sack of duster. The second is hilarious, but it's not for me.) But it doesn't mean that it's "cringe." And those who say it is over asks, comments, etc, is just rude. How you (general you here) write your characters is how you bring your angle of them into the fandom. It may not be for everyone, it may be just that one thing someone needs to laugh, cry, etc.

My opinion? I love all of it. Your OC is yours. Express how you want to show the fandom who they are through fic, art, everything! Every OC is unique in some way. They might look similar to someone else's, they may be a self insert, they may be based off of someone else from a different media, and that's okay. Your OC is yours, and to me, creating them is a work of art. You're building a person! With goals, no matter how big or small, with a past, peaceful or not, etc! It's the same with fics with OC and canon characters. This is how you are telling the story of how they're interacting, bonding (smooching or punching each other, whichever you want), getting through the story of the game together (or not!). It's beautiful to me.

To me, every OC/Canon fic is valid. If you, Anon, want to write it, please go for it. Or if you're passing this on to someone who has been wanting to ask but was too nervous, then go for it.

If you're a writer who's writing, anon, keep going. You have my full support.

I hope this answers your questions! Thank you for the super long ask! 💜💜🫂🫂

[lady-star-strings]

About Dream’s Tweets...

To begin with, I’m demisexual and have been part of the community for years - I think I have pretty good credence to speak on this matter. I try not to throw my two cents into situations like this because I can’t stand the ignorant responses of the internet anymore at my age - DeviantArt Dark Ages vet right here - but sometimes I just have to. Whether you agree or not, I could honestly care less, but I would appreciate it if you read everything and gave it some thought before responding, be it positive or negative. With that said, let’s dive in...

At this point, if people are taking the shipping/fanservice jokes and banter between the Dream Team and other creators surrounding them seriously, I don't know what to tell them or really even say, honestly. They've all stated they're not looking to start relationships with each other - multiple times and on-stream/Twitter, might I add, because people keep donating and asking/demanding an answer to both that and about their sexualities - and that it's just messing around with friends. (If we want to talk about making people uncomfortable and being offensive in that regard, don’t you worry because I've got opinions on that too.) Bottom line is, you can't get mad at them for the fan-service now when you supported it before, especially when nothing has changed and they’ve been transparent about how everything actually is.

I understand that some may feel it’s an insensitive and inappropriate thing to do in some regards, and that's perfectly valid, but please don't go mobbing through the town with pitchforks over literal jokes between friends. Keep in mind, they’ve made it clear that’s all it was before people starting jumping down their throats, and still there are groups using their sexuality to attack them over it because "YoU'rE nOt MlM sO yOu CaN't MaKe ThOsE jOkEs, YoU'rE hOmOpHoBiC!!!!!" They're even openly attacking lesbians and bisexuals - whether they agree with them or not - because they're not gay and that somehow renders their words “invalid.” You can't accuse them of being ignorant for messing around as friends because it entertains the fans, and then turn around to attack literally the entire rest of the community for offering their opinions because they aren't valid enough for you in the argument to count - that makes you ignorant. You also can’t claim to be of the opinion that everyone’s sexuality is their own business, but then demand for them not to be ambiguous about it when it pleases you. Honestly, even thinking about people doing that is so incredibly hypocritical that it gives me whiplash.

I completely understand not everyone is a fan of this behavior, but to accuse them of queerbaiting, being homophobic and faking allyship over it all right now is just ridiculous and borderline disgusting to me. They've made it clear they're not romantically interested in one another countless times and that it's just fun between friends because they're super close - they aren't playing the "Am I, or am I not?" game with anyone for gain so no, they're not queerbaiting. Queerbaiting is when it’s not explicitly said at any point whether someone is or isn’t LGBTQIA+ so they can play both the community and conservative side by putting them in ambiguous situations that can lean one way or the other for gain, whether it be monetary or otherwise. Not to mention, if they were really as “homophobic” and “falsely allied” as everyone thinks, why would other LGBTQIA+ creators such as Antfrost, Eret, Scott Major, etc. not only support them, but also consider them friends? Again, I get the offense and hurt people might have taken from this behavior, but your opinions and feelings are ultimately not universal so while they are all valid, that doesn't make them right and the final say on the matter. I don’t mean this to say you’re wrong or inferior in the argument, just that you can’t demand others to see your point of view and abide by it without granting them the same respect. The road goes both ways kiddos, I’m sorry. 

Side note, there's no one to blame but the fans themselves for the jokes and whatnot to have continued on this long because they not only supported it, but also actively encouraged it. It’s been taken so seriously that Dream has outright stated on a stream - and now on Twitter - that he and George aren't together and more than likely never will be because they're honest to goodness just really good friends screwing around. Now if you think you're uncomfortable as part of the community, how do you think they feel being accused every five minutes of being against it because they won’t openly state their sexuality? Not to mention, they can't ever talk about actual relationships or joke about other ships because people will literally send death threats to whoever the other party is because they're "rUiNiNg ThE sHiP" at this point - need I remind you of the Septiplier fiasco? It’s alright if it’s a persona or a personality, but for the love of all things holy, please stop treating people like Barbie dolls that you’re trying to make kiss. They gave us the go-ahead to ship them because it makes us happy and allows us to be creative with the concept - don’t ruin it by trying to force them to play the parts you’ve constructed in your head and then get pissy because they won’t.

Also, it is unbelievably messed up for you to donate money to ask their sexuality and/or for them to tell each other that they love them - which then basically makes it a demand because if they ignore it they get blasted for not responding and “taking their money.” For example, Dream will say he loves any of his friends without issue because he does - just not in the way everyone is assuming or wants - and that's just the type of person he is, but George doesn't like to express it that way and that's okay. He shows his love in other ways that we don't always need to know about or see to make it real, just as it is with anyone else in the world. I don’t know how so many people miss it, but when he gets a donation to tell Dream - or anyone for that matter - he loves him on stream, you can easily tell how uncomfortable it makes him - and yes Dream presses/teases him about it sometimes, but he still drops it and doesn't flame him for it for eternity. Those that donate and chat, on the other hand, will not let it go when he doesn’t say it and continue to pour donations in begging him to say it when he’s already made it clear he won’t. You honestly shouldn't be bribing them to say or do anything through donation because that's beyond messed up and manipulative, especially where these matters are concerned.

And even if they weren't straight - which used to be the case and may have changed by this time, we can’t determine such things nor should we try to - or were in a relationship with each other, it isn't any of your goddamn business to know - no way, no how. What they do offline and out of the public eye isn't anyone's business but their own and people need to respect that, not try to force it out of them or play detective to dox that information for the attention. I mean, if you want a good reason as to why Dream hasn't done a face reveal yet, this is absolutely number one on the list because there will be little to no form of privacy for him after he does and he isn't ready to lose that just yet. I certainly can’t blame him for that considering all that’s been happening to him and his friends as of late, and neither can multiple other creators who hold the same beliefs and fears - ie. CorpseHusband, H20Delirious, Ohmwrecker. No one should have to tip-toe on eggshells in their personal life because fans online don't understand boundaries, that's just cruel and unfair after providing the content and comfort that they do without asking anything but support in return.

At the end of the day, I truly just don't understand how people can join in and support the jokes that they've made clear are purely just messing around, but then turn around and crucify them for the exact same thing later down the road. How can you practically harass them about their sexuality and relationship status through providing monetary means, then go on a witch hunt because they’ve decided to be more private with that information in the present? You can't play both sides and then expect to somehow be right or justified in the situation whichever way the tide turns because, at that point, the only wrong one is you. I completely agree that they need to watch their step with what they say and do sometimes - just as everyone with a strong platform does - but only more so now because people will create a problem the second they do anything that could spin into them being horrible people with too much power.

They’re all still incredibly fresh and new to the realm of social media popularity all things considered, and they reached said popularity startlingly fast so it can’t be easy to adjust to all the attention on everything you say and do. With that said, they’re doing remarkably well so far and I have faith that they’re going to continue to learn and grow in this arena given the time. They might mess up and make mistakes - already have, in fact - but that’s part of the gig and you can’t always please or satisfy everyone, so the best you can do is acknowledge your faults and move forward. You can’t demand someone’s head on a pike when they’ve made an effort to right things and it wasn’t good enough for everyone, it’s just not a fair standard to hold anyone to. In that same vein, you also can’t demand whatever you want out of them with the excuse that they owe it to you as a fan - you’re not a fan in any way, shape or form when you play that card, and you need to either shape up or ship out if you're doing that.

If you don't support it and/or don't like it, just don't follow or watch them anymore, it’s truly as simple as that. You can't continue to watch and support them as a “fan” while also touting how ignorant and horrible they are as detractors, that's just not how it works - pick one or the other and stop attacking them and those that don’t agree with you. They’re only on year one of their careers and the amount of people trying to “cancel” and tear them down over things that really aren't issues already is ridiculous, you aren't the righteous keyboard warriors you think you are and it's things like this that are ruining the internet for everyone, not just you.

That’s all I have to say on the matter and will continue to say going forward - sorry if you came here looking for my usual nonsense, but I really felt this needed to be said and addressed. I usually try not to do these sort of rants, however, this is a serious matter and a discussion that we as a community have been needing to have for a while, so now’s as good a time as any.

So, with my peace being given and my two cents thoroughly tossed, why don’t we focus on the bigger issues with YouTube such as their blatant ignorance of pedophilia and copyright abuse? Those seem like a much bigger problems to address at this point in time since that effects creators and fans as a whole - both in the present and the future - don’t you think?

[cherryblossomstars]

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONE ILYYYYYYY 💖💖💖💖💖💖 Can I have C and V for Tsuki, J and L for Rengoku and P and R for Byakuya or Gundham? (Whichever you prefer) you are so talented baby, very proud of you 😭

hi baby thank you 🥺🥺 (also what a funny combination of people) also i did b for byakuya on accident cause i misread it so enjoy that bonus 😔

«────── « tsukishima!! » ──────»

༻❀༺ Comfort: how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack/etc.? ༻❀༺

ʚ♡ɞ he’s probably a bit conflicted if its relatively eary on in your relationship/its the first time he sees you like this. after all, some people just want to be left alone while others need to be showered in affection. its all about how you feel and how he can best deliver what you need. if you’re the type to typically need to be left alone for a bit, then he’ll make sure he’s open to talk about it afterwards if you need to, complete with a few snacks and your favorite comfort food. if you’re the type who needs to be showered in affection, he’ll gladly give it to you. he’ll come up and hug you from behind, pulling you into his chest so he can comfort you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back and playing some music for you. the way he’ll comfort you is very tailored to your needs.

༻❀༺ Value: how important is the relationship to them? what is its worth in comparison to other things in their life? ༻❀༺

ʚ♡ɞ i see tsukki as a very career-oriented person. not to say you’re prioritized below that, but probably about the same if you’re in a serious relationship. if you’re in a serious relationship, he’ll try to compromise the best he can with you in order to have a good balance between his career and his love life. his dreams and aspirations can sometimes be put ahead of your needs without him knowing, but just bring it up with him and you’ll both have to work to find a solution together. communication is key in a relationship with him. that said, if you’re very early on in the relationship and its not serious yet, he won’t hesitate to break up with you for his future.

«────── « rengoku!! » ──────»

༻❀༺ Jealousy: do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it? ༻❀༺

ʚ♡ɞ he doesn’t get jealous easily so much as he doesn’t get jealous at all. he trusts you completely and he trusts your decisions and your ability to handle yourself. if people compliment you or anything, he’s actually very proud!! he’s knows you’re beautiful, sweet, and amazing! he wants everyone to acknowledge how great you are too!! if you are uncomfortable with something, though, he won’t hesitate to intervene. he’ll do his best to be polite at first, but if they still won’t let up he’s more the type to have the both of you walk away. not without a very unfriendly smile in the offender’s direction that serves as a warning in itself. if they’re audacious enough to even try to get handsy, he’ll give them a swift punch to the jaw or clock them in the nose.

༻❀༺ Love confession: how would they confess to their s/o? ༻❀༺

ʚ♡ɞ he’s so... straightforward. very bold. if he knows he likes you, he’ll just tell you. no beating around the bush, but at the same time he’s very gentle about it. if you let him down, no biggie— you’re still someone he cares about greatly. if you accept, he’ll wrap you up in his arms in a tight hug and say a small thank you for being his.

«────── « byakuya!! » ──────»

༻❀༺ Beauty: what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them? ༻❀༺

ʚ♡ɞ your work ethic, ideals, and aspirations. he thinks your dreams and your drive to make them come true are beautiful. he’ll do everything in his power to support you, but not so that it feels like you wouldn’t get there without his help. he’ll do what he can to still give you the independance you need, but not feel as if you’re doing this all by yourself with no one to ask for help. he’ll give you things like advice, a few contacts you might want to look into talking to. and when you achieve them? he’ll never admit it, but he thinks the way your eyes twinkle in accomplishment is the most beautiful thing in the world.

༻❀༺ PDA: are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag with their s/o in front of others? or are they rather shy to kiss, etc. when others are watching? ༻❀༺

ʚ♡ɞ no pda with him. hell, its hard to get him to show affection when you’re all alone. he’s just that type of person and he genuinely just isn’t a fan of touching or being touched, but he’ll make an effort for you. he wont do it at all in public, but he’ll do his best if tou want to be cuddled or kissed. always always always makes sure he gets a peck before he leaves the house, though

༻❀༺ Romance: how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? clichè or rather creative? ༻❀༺

ʚ♡ɞ romantically inept, sorry. but like i said he’ll do his best to make you happy. begrudgingly will ask for help from his friends. it ends up being a bit clichè if he got his friends to help him with it. if he did it all by himself its rather minimalistic but it means a lot because he made the effort and he put a lot of thought behind it. he wont admit it but he’ll go through a lot to make you happy.

[yandere-daydreams]

A Yandere!Hawks/OC piece for a very lovely anonymous commissioner, featuring her character, Miya, and the foul-feather man himself. This might be my first time writing for Keigo, but I feel like it went well enough. I may have taken a few creative liberties with his dialogue, though...

Word Count: 2.1k

TW: Non-Con, Semi-Public Sex, Groping, Entitlement and Delusional Mindsets. 

It wasn’t that Miya didn’t like Keigo.

She didn’t like him, but she couldn’t say she disliked him, either. She respected his work as a hero, and appreciated the levity his reputation held, even if she wasn’t particularly fond of the young Pro when he was out of costume. Like everyone else, she’d had her run-ins with him, but as time went on and her life progressed, she seemed to see more of him, hear more of him, whether it was that laugh or that smirk or that lazy, smug tone that permeated his voice like rainwater overflowing from a gutter after a heavy storm. She couldn’t bring herself to hate him, but one day, she might.

One day soon, preferably.

That’d make rejecting him much easier than it was now.

Even now, it was difficult not to grit her teeth as her eyes darted towards his shoes, moving in pace with her own as she walked, her stride much faster than it had to be despite Keigo offering to take the lead. The incident had been over an hour ago, and Miya would like to think that she hadn’t seemed shaken. It was just a petty criminal, a thief looking for someone who’d cower at the first sight of claws and scales, but she’d always found it difficult to be intimidated by a quirk, however villainous it appeared. She’d been ready to defend herself, but Keigo was on the attack before she could make a move, and he was more than happy to take the credit when all the newscasters and amateur journalists arrived to document his feat, leaving Miya swept up in the chaos. He’d insisted on walking her home, afterward, and she hadn’t been able to think of a good excuse to tell him to fuck off.

How many times had he saved her, now? It could’ve been that they followed similar routes, or the recent influx in crime, but this had to be the fifth time he’d come to her rescue, if not the sixth. Vigilant crime-fighters weren’t an issue, but it was hard not to feel… unnerved by the frequency. Up until a few months ago, she’d never even seen a hero on patrol, and now one was trailing her, ready to lunge at the slightest hint of a treat. It was just her ego talking, she knew that, but her ego could be loud. Unignorable at the worst of times, unfortunately.

Keigo huffed, drawing her out of her thoughts, raising his arms and cupping his hands behind his head, forming a make-shift support as he glanced idly towards the sky. “Awfully thoughtful tonight,” He commented, filling the uncomfortable silence. He was smiling, but it was one of his reflexive grins, reassuring to most but off-putting to anyone who spent more than a moment in his company. Miya wasn’t proud to belong to the latter group. “You’re not gettin’ sick of me, are you? I’d hate to turn you off your favorite hero.”

“I prefer Endeavor,” She mumbled, more for herself than for him. Her eyes darted to the sidewalk, then the buildings on either side of the road. It was late, by now, so most of the shops were closed, but she could still see the signs and brands posted outside, each name more unrecognizable than the last. “Hawks--”

Keigo clicked his tongue, his smile faltering, a frown beginning to pull at the corners of his lips. “I thought I told you to call me--”

“Hawks,” She affirmed, her tone more authoritative than it had to be. “Are you sure this is a shortcut? None of this seems familiar, and it feels like we’ve gone too far… I think I’d know the best way to get to my own apartment, by now.”

Her skepticism earned her a glance out of the corner of his eye, half-obscured by his sleeve as he shifted to get a better look at her. With an inaudible sigh, he dropped his arms back to his sides, his smile softening as he took her wrist. She opened her mouth, but Keigo didn’t give her a chance to get anything out, holding a finger to his lips as he spoke. “Have I ever been wrong?” He asked, ignoring her hasty nod. “Just trust me, I’ll have you home in no time.”

Before she could protest, he was pulling her into a narrow alleyway between a convenience store and a larger, unnamed building, the space so narrow, they struggled to walk side-by-side. Away from the streetlights, it took her eyes a moment to adjust, but sight did little to alleviate her confusion. Rather, she only grew more unnerved as a fence came into view, chainlink but tall, too tall to easily be scaled. Again, she moved to voice her thoughts and again, Keigo had other plans. Plans that seemed to have less and less to do with keeping her safe.

She wasn’t sure how it happened. One second, she was just turning towards him, and the next, she was facing a brick wall, her hands coming up reflexively to support herself, Hawks’ arm wrapped around her waist and his chest pressed against her back, the bulk of his attire doing little to stifle how suffocated she suddenly felt, dread welling up and boiling over before she had a chance to stifle it. She tried to scream, but a downy glove was quick to stop her, shooting to her mouth and muffling the sound. Keigo only kissed the nape of her neck, cooing something unintelligible, like he had the right to try and calm her down.

“C’mon, baby, don’t make this harder than it had to be,” He muttered, a finger slipping below the waistband of her shorts. Instantly, panic set in, and she threw her weight against him, grappling and fighting for any opening she could get. Keigo’s hold tightened, and he let out a soft growl as he shoved her against the wall, two feathers shooting out from his wings and finding her sweater, long sleeves soon pinned to the solid stone, trapping Miya with them. Still, Keigo was gentle, slow, taking his time to work her shorts down to her thighs as if he didn’t have any place better to be. “We could’ve done this your way, but you just had to huff and groan until you lost your chance. We’re gonna do this how I want to, now.”

“Fucking pervert,” She spat, but her voice died in her throat as he pawed at her ass, pressing another kiss into the dip of her shoulder. Fabric rustled, something soft falling to the ground, his now free hand brushing past her thigh to rub against the seat of her panties, tracing her slit for a moment before pushing distinct, measured circles into her clit. Even with a layer of cloth and disgust separating them, his expertise was undeniable, each tic of his fingers and buck of his hips against her sending a shock through her system, uninvited but not unpleasant. Miya grit her teeth, her jaw locking into place and her eyes clenching shut in an effort to block him out, but there was nothing she could do to ignore the long, low whistle he let out as her hips twitched, dampness just beginning to accumulate on his fingertips. Keigo only nuzzled into her back, nearly purring in satisfaction.

“This might’ve been more romantic, if you weren’t so stubborn,” He mumbled, absentmindedly pulling her panties to the side as he spoke. Abruptly, two fingers were pushed inside of her, leaving her to clench and adjust as he scissored her open, alternating between curling and pumping, whichever made her knees buckle and needy, pathetic whimpers work their way past her lips. “Been planning it out for a while, since the first time I saved my little damsel in distress. Woulda bought you roses, taken you back to my place, all that shit. Guess we’ll save that for that later, though.” His palm came up, grinding against her clit, and Miya gasped, involuntarily pushing herself into his chest. Keigo chuckled, his ministrations becoming more aggressive. “Shoulda waited this time, too. You were just bein’ so cold, I didn’t think I could help myself.”

Miya tried to speak, but all that came out was a pitiful, incoherent stutter as he pulled away, his grip moving to her waist as he dragged her back, forcing her to brace herself against the unforgiving wall and pray for mercy. She felt the tip of his cock press against her cunt, but that was all the warning she got before he was pushing inside her, refusing to stop until he’d bottomed out with a blatant, shameless groan. The stretch was painful, too snug to mean anything good, but that didn’t stop Keigo from grinding against her, starting to thrust just as her legs gave out, leaving Keigo to hold her up. If he cared, though, she couldn’t tell, his hold on her hips growing bruising as he moved inside her, spikes of pleasure and pain striking at her core in unforgiving, unyielding waves. Tears blurred her vision, welling in the corners of her eyes, but moans mixed with the sobs, forming something hellish in the middle ground. Keigo cooed, his tone turning delicate, infantilizing. Adoring, if she was being optimistic, but Miya couldn’t find it in herself to be so positive.

“You’re so tight, baby. Are you still scared of me?” He snapped his hips against hers, making a point of relishing in the high-pitched whine that crawled out of her throat. She stopped making an effort to be quiet, suddenly finding herself thankful for the passing cars, the footsteps of distant pedestrians, her own breathy, heated pants. Anything to distract her from the wet, sloppy sounds of Keigo fucking into her cunt. “Don’t worry, we’ll change that,” He assured, before the air hitched in his lungs, his pace losing rhythm for the blink of an eye. “Or, maybe we won’t. I’m gonna take such good care of you… I get to be selfish about this, yeah?”

It might’ve been the adrenaline, or the fear or Keigo’s intensity or anything, but when one of his hands fell past her waist, reaching around to tease her clit… That was all she needed to clench around him, her chest seizing up and her knees knocking together as she came, the break from that constant, thudding pressure coming as a relief. And yet, it didn’t do anything to block out the feeling of Keigo pulling out, barely getting a fist around his cock before something thick and hot coated the back of her thigh.

There was silence, for a moment, only broken by the labored breaths both of them struggled to take. Miya didn’t have to worry about it for very long, though.

He kissed her jaw, the two red fathers keeping her pinned falling to the ground, lifeless. She could hear him fishing something out of his coat’s pocket, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at what it was. “Close your eyes, alright? We’re going home.”

A rag pressed against her lower face, and the world around her went black.

~

Miya was sore when she woke up, her head pounding and her legs aching despite the plush surface she’d been laid on. She was almost tempted to lean into it, to go back to sleep and worry about the pain another time, but a dip in the mattress was enough to inject a cold, sobering dose of reality into her veins, the severity of her situation slowly beginning to dawn on her. Hesitantly, she sat up, keeping her gaze focused on satin sheets and more pillows than any one person could ever need, her survey ending when her eyes landed on the sleek, polished metal shackle wrapped around her ankle, connected to a seamless tether that fell off the side of the bed. Miya felt herself deflate, her hope spiraling as quickly as her pride had.

She almost didn’t feel the lithe fingertips soon rubbing at her shoulders, a familiar face leaning into her side. “Don’t be too mad at me, princess,” Keigo mumbled, his voice quiet, comforting. As soothing as it was repulsive. “The chain’ll come off as soon as you come around. Be good for me, and I won’t have to make things any worse.”

“You kidnapped me,” She retorted, but her voice was weak, barely audible. She just glared, biting the inside of her cheek. “Hawks--”

“Keigo. You’re supposed to call me Keigo.” His hold around her shoulder tightened, and Miya cringed, crying out breathlessly, but Keigo only laughed, the sound forced, volatile.

Cruel.

“But, we’ll have plenty of time to work on that, won’t we?”

[whatcouldgowrong-ohthat]

Hi! I saw you had request open, so I was wondering if you could write Bucky reacting to overhearing someone tell his starving artist friend that their work doesn't mean anything? It can be in head canon style or an actual fic, whichever you prefer. Thank you!

The Artist and the Baker

Pairing: baker!Bucky x artist!Reader

Word Count: 2601 words

Warnings: This is fluff. Mutual pining, that sorta thing, guys.

A/N: I honestly really love this request especially with everything going on. I think it’s very common for people to take artists and creators for granted and I have certainly been on the receiving end of that treatment. 

I hope you like this. It was fun to make, but I’m sorry if it wasn’t quite what you were looking for.

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Becca’s Needs for the Soul – a two story creation that was well-loved and adored by anyone who passed through the splatter painted door. Most people never understood the name, not even her brother, Bucky. Until Rebecca asked him to co-own and start working at the establishment. His little sister, always full of dramatics, had created something for everybody.

It was a coffee shop and a bakery.

A bookstore and a gallery.

They even had nights where people came in to perform music, standup, anything the heart desired. There were other days where artists from around would come and paint, sometimes provide lessons for kids, and other days there was simply nothing but quiet.

It took no time for Rebecca’s little hole in the wall to become one of the community’s favorites. Especially when her brother and his two friends came on. They had gotten it down to a science really.

Rebecca would come in, organizing the bookstore, managing everything behind the scenes, and setting up any special events that would come up. Whenever it was time to decorate the store for holidays? Or even something seasonal that came to mind? She spent even more time out with the customers instead of behind the scenes.

And when she brought in her brother and two hunks to keep people company? It was a genius plan on her part. Especially when female customers spiked. But she would never admit that maybe that had been a smidgen of the plan all along. No, her real reasoning was for the boys. They needed something simple after returning from their second and final tour.

So she stuck two of them behind the counter. Her older brother often spent most days tucked back in the kitchen creating God knows what, but it always smelled wonderful. Any time he came out of his little hole, it was usually to help man the register while Sam slacked because he was flirting with too many customers.

But that was to be expected when Sam was the coffee guy. He was always creating new Holiday specials, deciding the best coffee beans for purchase, and trying something different. No one ever knew what it would be, but normally the smell of coffee and something filled the store.

And Steve? Well, he was one of the store’s more popular artists. He didn’t “officially” work for them, but he spent enough time there where people started nicknaming him the “curator”. He was the one who usually brought in new artists.

That was how Y/N had become part of their little group.

She was a photographer, but Bucky would always say it was more than that. For those who hired her, she found a way to make sure they were comfortable in front of the camera. Y/N always said she understood being nervous because of her own curvy figure, but Bucky just saw how she glowed. And her work that she put here? It wasn’t just portraits or landscapes. She had a way of combining paint and photos to create a way of reminding the world that imagination and reality were always linked. While Sam and Steve teased her for focusing on events to pay the bills, Bucky was the one who asked about which works she had planned.

With a smile and paint in her hair or staining her nails, she would tell him. Her eyes would sparkle with excitement that could only come from being an artist. She was so animated with her words, hands flying about and often looking like she belonged in some sort of cartoon. Her cheeks would always flush when she would realize how fast she was talking or how much louder she spoke.

But he never minded.

He liked having a friend who got so excited about her work. It was a different sort of excitement than Steve. The blonde was always smiling and had that same spark, but he was infinitely calmer compared to Y/N. Their artwork matched their personalities. Steve’s were extravagant and beautiful pencil sketches of people – raw and honest and revealing something that no one else could see but him. Y/N’s were stunning and extraordinary paint and photos – raw in a way that reminded the world to see what they were missing.

Their creations often balanced the walls of Rebecca’s shop. At least they did during the times Steve’s work wasn’t flying off the walls. It was that popularity that had him drawing at the shop. He often invited Y/N, telling her that people not only wanted to buy their work, but they wanted to watch their creativity.

Still, her best work came from the privacy of her own home.

Every week she brought in something new. Something special.

And today was no different.

The rules for artists selling their work were simple. They decided the prices. They worked the transactions. The shop itself provided a place to see the work, but took no percentage. They didn’t interfere.

These were unspoken rules that everyone managed to follow because…well, it made sense.

Until this guy – arrogant and irritating and looking to buy art. Sam had nicknamed him “Sweater vest.”

He had come in like any other day, ordering some tea before complaining that it was “too hot” and “too watered down”. It made Sam’s blood boil not because it was a complaint, but because it was the same order and same complaint every time. And every time, it was those complaints that kept him from tipping anything.

Even if he finished his tea and stuck around for a couple hours every damn time, admiring the artwork, fingering through books, but never buying anything other than his “not good enough” tea.

Sam’s too-big smile was still in place as he watched Sweater vest take a seat next to Y/N’s newest work. Both men glanced at the painting, but for entirely different reasons. Sam did because he couldn’t wait for Bucky to see it. Sweater vest did because today was going to be his first official purchase. And Sam hated that the artwork on the wall had to go to -

“Sweater vest is back.” Sam spat as the kitchen door closed behind him.

Bucky looked up, setting down the dozen cookies that had just come out of the oven. He knew exactly which customer Sam was griping about, always finding it entertaining that someone had managed to get under his skin. “And?”

“And he’s buying Y/N’s new painting,” Sam harrumphed, leaning against the nearest counter as Bucky started decorating a cake.

Bucky paused when he heard that, cursing when he messed up the piping. Setting the instrument aside, he carefully wiped away his mistake and glanced at Sam. Oh, he wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face. “You’re point?”

“Nothing. I’m just surprised you haven’t gone and looked at it yet.”

“I’ve been a little busy,” Bucky said, gesturing to the creations that covered the counters.

Sam bit his tongue, barely able to hide his laugh. So that’s why there was so much flour on Bucky’s cheeks and in his hair. “Trade ya.”

“Your hands are too shaky. You’d screw these up.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever, but – “

Sam’s sentence died on his lips when he heard shouting coming from the front. Bucky glanced up, ears recognizing Y/N’s voice. The two men shared a look, muttering, “Sweater vest,” before rushing out of the kitchen.

Y/N’s new painting was off the wall and at her feet, tucked behind her as if she was a mama bear protecting her cub. They’d never seen Y/N angry before. Passionate, sure, but never angry. Anger was something she never seemed to reach.

Until today.

“The painting is decent, but it doesn’t mean anything. And I’m not paying three hundred bucks for something that has no meaning.”

“Then why the fuck did you waste my time asking about it?”

“Because I thought you would come to your senses and accept a more reasonable offer.”

“And what do you think would be a reasonable offer?”

“Fifty sounds more than reasonable. And I would be doing you a favor with my connections.”

“Fifty bucks and exposure?”

Bucky and Sam moved fast, knowing that tone of venom and irritation. Sam grabbed the painting, moving it out of the way as Y/N launched herself at Sweater vest, ready to tear him a new one. Bucky wrapped his arm around her waist, putting himself between her and the idiot. “Y/N, breathe…”

“Let me tell you this,” Y/N snapped at Sweater vest, pointing at him around Bucky’s arm. “I would rather never sell another piece of work than listen to your drivel for another moment!”

Sam placed a hand on her arm, tugging her back. “Y/N, let’s go to the kitchen,” he told her, talking to her as if she was a small child that needed to be calmed. He steered her behind the counter as he assured her, “Bucky just finished making some cookies. I’m sure we can steal a couple while he takes out the trash.” Sam glanced over his shoulder, giving Bucky a thumbs up of encouragement.

While Y/N might be completely oblivious to Bucky’s feelings for her, Sam was far from it. And he was completely sure that Bucky would have no problem fixing this situation. He just wished he had a camera to record everything.

Maybe he could borrow the security footage from Rebecca’s cameras.

When the kitchen door closed again, Bucky turned to Sweater vest. He straightened, coming to his full height and towering over the man. It seemed his large build was a firm reminder that Rebecca had ex-military working here because Sweater vest calmed rather quickly.

“I’m so sorry for disturbing the establishment. Artists tend to be a little soft-hearted when it comes to critiques.”

“Not if the critique is asked for,” Bucky told him, taking a step forward as Sweater vest took a step back. Though everyone had avoided looking at Y/N’s and Sweater vest’s argument, all eyes were curiously watching the baker that was often far more quiet than he was now. “Y/N is one of our favorite artists. Her work and company are always welcome in our establishment.”

“O – Our? I thought this shop was owned by a woman…a Ms. Rebecca Barnes.”

“It’s co-owned,” Bucky assured him, offering his best customer service smile.

“By…?”

“Her brother.” He held out his hand. “James Barnes.”

Sweater vest swallowed thickly, throat bobbing nervously as he took Bucky’s hand. The strength in Bucky’s handshake was enough to make him wince, barely able to withhold a cry of pain. Bucky’s other hand, a heavy and metal prosthetic, squeezed his shoulder and earned a cringe.

“While Becca’s Needs for the Soul is open to anyone, we take great pride in reminding our artists that this is their community first and foremost. So you? Are banned.”

Another step and Sweater vest was stumbling through the front door, his shoulder and hand released. “I – “

“Have a nice day.”

The door clanged shut with a ring from the bell. Bucky watched Sweater vest recover, smoothing himself out and making himself presentable once again before he turned and walked away. Bucky shook his head, turning back to the rest of the shop. They all stared at him as if he had grown a second head, never having seen Bucky so outspoken or protective before.

“Show’s over.” Everyone looked back at Sam who was standing in the kitchen doorway. It seemed that was all that was needed for everyone to go back to what they were doing. Sam grinned, asking, “So I could’ve had Sweater vest banned weeks ago if I just…”

“Shut up.” Bucky walked back to Y/N’s painting, picking it up and finally looking at it for the first time. He was…shocked.

It was a full painting – Y/N’s first.

The person was solid black, a shadow with only their eyes visible to the viewer. What he guessed was blue watercolor filled the subject’s irises. Around the person’s outline, breaking through its barrier – endless skies, constellations, galaxies – all messy and brilliant and bold. The paint was thicker, heavier there. He could make out every thick stroke of the person’s figure, of the world around it. Deeper blues, yellows, purples, greens – colors no one would expect to see from a night sky…were there. It was fathomless, endless, and the longer he looked, the more he found something new. She wasn’t connecting the mind, but the eyes, the soul, to the rest of the world.

And that idiot had the balls to say there was no meaning to this?

“I wonder who her inspiration was,” Sam teased, leaning against the counter as Bucky looked over his shoulder.

Bucky stayed silent, hanging the painting back where it belonged. Instead of commenting or over thinking it, he went back into the kitchen. There, sitting on the counter, was Y/N with a cup of coffee and a couple cookies. An apologetic smile curled her lips as she set the plate and mug down.

“Thank you for…that,” she finished lamely, gesturing to the door.

Bucky shrugged. “It’s no problem. You’re my friend.”

Y/N smiled hearing that. She had always wondered if Bucky looked at her as a friend and hearing that he did, it made her heart flutter in a weird sort of way. “Do you…need me to go?”

He shook his head, already returning to the cake he was decorating. The sooner he finished it, the sooner he could put it out to sell. He stood close to her; his eyes focused intently on his creation as Y/N watched him. She loved seeing him in his element. Though he would never admit it, his own creations were art. He poured so much of himself and his love in each dessert.

And it was adorable. But friends didn’t say things like that, so Y/N stayed silent. She was content with this, happy.

Silence fell so easily between them. There was a level of comfort in this moment that couldn’t be replicated by her friendships with Sam or Steve or Rebecca. It was Bucky being Bucky and Y/N being Y/N. Exactly what the other needed.

And neither had any sort of idea that Sam and Steve were watching them through the kitchen door.

Sam looked over at Steve, returning to the register as Steve went to his proper side of the counter. “Think either of them will ever admit it?”

Steve glanced at the glass case that held all of Bucky’s sweets. The first one was a customer-favorite at the shop. A creation that was made of fresh fruit and sweets – something that Bucky had spent all night making the day after he met Y/N. His eyes then shifted to Y/N’s painting, knowing very well who inspired what he believed to be her best creation. Shrugging, he leaned on the counter. “Out loud? Probably not. But there’s always a weird sort of meaning that comes from an artist’s work. They’ll figure it out eventually.”

Sam glanced back at the kitchen when he heard Bucky laugh. No doubt Y/N had done something. “Well, I hope they hurry it up. It’s getting to be a damn romantic comedy around here. And not one of the good ones.”

Steve laughed. Though he’d never admit it out loud, there was a bit of truth to Sam’s words. There always was.

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Home Front, Mission 5: Peter’s Movie Nights (And Days)

Cinematic Masterpiece

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[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: Hello, runners! Peter here, broadcasting from the gorgeous Princess Louise Theater, an independent cinema a few miles outside Abel. We're going to start working out in a minute, so whilst I'm talking, I suggest doing some light warm-up exercises. Jogging on the spot, stretching, anything that gets your heart rate up.

Right. So muggins here thought it'd be a brilliant idea to loot some cinema equipment for Abel movie night, but the moment I got here, the horde descended, so I've barricaded myself in the projection box and the auditorium is full of zoms. Although as long as there's a film playing, they're too fixated on the screen to come looking for me, but uh, I am trapped for the foreseeable. Still, I can think of worse ways to pass the time than watching The Fantastic Light Trip.

Do you remember this? The uh, sci-fi jukebox musical, came out a few years before the apocalypse. I know everyone made fun of it for having a totally nonsensical plot, but it ruled the box office for months! The Princess Louise actually hosted sing-along screenings, which um, even the zoms appear to like, clearly. Um, sorry. Anyway, uh, Janine thought it would help everyone who's in a similar state of stuckness if I used my impressive fitness experience to lead some Ministry-approved exercises, so let's start with a dance warm-up. Sam said if I plug this cable into – yep. [cable zaps] You should then be able to hear the music from the film when I press this button! Right. Get ready everyone, and dance!

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[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: Well, that's not the first song I'd think of to soundtrack an inter-species dance-off, but yeah, I think it works. Er, kind of. I wanted us to watch the Fantastic Light Trip as a group. You cry with laughter at the Dance of the Seven Tentacles. You cry with, I mean, just cry at the ending. The song right before they go into hyperspace always gets me. I came to the cinema to bring people together and now everyone's apart. Except for the zombies, obviously. Well, they've got loads of company. Just because we're not in the same place doesn't mean we can't exercise together. We're a team, runners, even if we're far apart.

So now that we're all warmed up, let's do some jumping jacks. Right, you stand with your feet together and your arms by your sides. Then you jump, spreading your legs whilst you're in the air so that you land with them about shoulder-width apart. Now jump back to the starting position. Got that? Great. Now do it again, except this time, swing your arms up over your head at the same time as you spread your legs, then swing them back down as you bring your feet back to the center. Let's give that a go. Good job, runners! I assume. Let's keep it going.

If you're not able to jump right now, keeping your blood pumping with some dance moves is a great alternative. You could uh, walk from side to side instead of jumping, but keep up those arm movements and if you're the sort of person who likes a challenge, Janine, why not try spreading your arms and legs and moving them back to the center whilst you're still in the air? Right, now keep whatever you're doing up as long as you can whilst I turn the music back on for the next song.

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[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: Nice work, runners! Tell you, you really jumped the hell out of those jacks. Oh, great, this is the feast scene. You know, where all of the um, the alien food starts singing. Um, I tell you what. Speaking of which, how's everyone eating? I know we've had to improvise ever since the apocalypse, but we have to be especially creative now. For example, I have several sacks of popcorn and, thank God, a jar of vitamins I happened to loot on my way here. Would be nice to have something green, but lately I’ve found it's healthier not to worry about having the perfect diet and instead just notice how the food makes me feel. And it turns out munching a little popcorn whilst watching a movie feels pretty damn good.

Still, it's gonna feel even better to kick back and relax after releasing some endorphins, so let's do 60 seconds of squats. Was that a band? Or have I just been indoors too long? Uh, anyway, right. Squats. So squats, they build your leg muscles, which is handy if you ever need to, uh, just thinking off the top of my head here, carry a popcorn machine up two flights of stairs. So start by placing your feet just wider than hip-width apart, toes pointing only slightly outwards. Now stretch your arms out in front of you. Look straight ahead so that will help you engage your core and maintain good form. So you now send your hips down and back until they're just lower than your knees, as if you're about to sit down in a chair, and raise yourself back up. Nice. That's it.

So we're going to do that for one minute, or as long as you can comfortably manage, that's fine, and that's going to start now! Excellent! I'm assuming you're all doing this great. Uh, probably need to just slow down. Don't get carried away. Right, we're 15 seconds down. So I want you to try to really sit into the squat, right? Don't lead with your knees, sit into it. Halfway there. Right. Remember to keep your thighs in line with your feet. Don't let your knees start pointing inward or go over your toes because you're gonna be feeling that burden now, it's gonna make you sloppy. Don't do it. Right, 15 seconds to go. Just try and breathe in time with the movements if you can. [loudly inhales and exhales] In, out. Keep on going, and we're done! Oh, perfect, this is the time for the space cadets to do their musical training montage. Right, you take a dance break, or if you're up to it, just keep on squatting. I think I had a T-shirt with that on for a while.

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[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: Yeah, I'll admit it. Before the apocalypse, I was pretty proud of my body. And also after the apocalypse for a while. Some strange body things. I'll tell you about that later. Um, but lately I've learned that the best thing you can do for your body is actually just have a good relationship with it. You know, at the end of the day, it really is the only thing that will ever truly be yours. We runners, we can get quite utilitarian about our bodies, so if something stops us using it to get supplies such as an injury, or again, I'm just thinking off the top of my head, a horde of zombies, that can really get you down. But I'm here to tell you to be kind to your body, even if you can't do exactly what you want with it right now.

So why not start by giving it some exercise? This next move is the extremely nifty chair dip. So first, locate an armless chair. I'll just give you a couple of moments. Oh, there we go. Oh, that one looks great. So that-that should be a chair without arms. I wasn't saying a harmless chair, but I definitely would prioritize a harmless chair over a harmful one. Right, so now perch on the front edge of it, hands gripping the edges on either side of you. Lovely. So put your feet flat on the ground a little way in front of you and then you slide yourself down off the chair, lowering further down and then back up again, really using your arms.

Right, I'm going to believe that was a good job. So if that is too much or if you're worried about the flexibility in your shoulders, actually, punching the air is a genuine great upper body alternative. You do have to be careful not to fully extend or or lock your elbows, but whichever exercise you're doing, you are about to keep it up for as close to a minute as you can, starting any moment... now!

Excellent! Okay, again, don't get too over excited. We've got a whole minute to get through. Ease your way in, keep on breathing in and out. 15 seconds in. If you happen to want to make these chair dips more challenging, you can extend your legs further away so they're actually taking less of your weight. See? Makes it much harder than you thought, doesn't it? And we're halfway through! You really should be feeling that burn in your shoulders. Now that burn is what lets you know you're actually doing something. You're stretching yourself, pushing it. Keep on pushing it, but breathe! Nearly done, runners. Just 15 seconds left, in and out. Keep on going. You're almost at that finish line. You can see it, you can taste it, and time's up!

Nice work, everyone. And now you can reward yourself with a nice relaxing bop as the alien queen leads her subjects in their beautiful synchronized dance, or you could keep doing those chair dips if they're feeling particularly good.

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[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: So The Fantastic Light Trip, it did get just terrible reviews when it came out, but I love that the marketing team like, genuinely leaned into that mockery and that's helped it become a cult classic. And you know, just like them, we've gotten used to making the best of things. You know, looking for the good in every situation. We're just gonna have to look a bit harder for a while. Here, for example, I've only got access to one tiny window and it's in the toilet. It's just big enough for me to stick my arm out and get some delicious vitamin D. And it just means I don't have to worry about SPF. [laughs] Oh, nice try, sun. No skin damage for me!

Course, not everyone's lucky enough to even have a tiny window, or a toilet for that matter. I'll tellyou what. If your situation feels overwhelming, which it might, sometimes the last thing you honestly want to do is exercise, so here's something I used to tell people who came into one of the gyms I was in when they were feeling low. Just concentrate on being in your body and the physical sensation of moving.

And with that in mind, let's raise our heart rates and our moods with some high knees. So we're going to march vigorously on the spot for one whole minute, just like those plucky space cadets out there. Aim to bring your knees to waist height with each step, and begin!

Yes, excellent! Although I did say waist height. No compromise, all the way up. Keep on going. 15 seconds down. Pump the arms, too. It's not all about the knees. There we go, the blood's pumping. Feel it! Halfway there, runners. Lift those knees like you're trying to impress your cadet leader, which in this context is me, and I'm not yet impressed! Keep on going, pushing it. Only 15 seconds left. Keep the core engaged, keep yourself upright, keep the breath and the blood flowing. Feel the energy! And we're done! Just in time for The Fantastic Light Trip’s romantic leads to do their, let's be honest, just gorgeous duet. So take a dance break, or if you're up to it, keep on marching.

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[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: [sighs] I know, I know. It's a bit silly, since it is a romance between a wide-eyed space cadet and an exiled alien prince. But it's just, The Fantastic Light Trip, it's so sincere. We're never sincere, and you can't help but root for them. At least, I can't. You can't see, runners, but the whole cast is on screen now getting ready for the big finale. They're all smiling and yeah, actually, it reminds me of something else that I tried to tell people when I was leading classes. Did you know that studies show that if you smile while you exercise, it genuinely makes you feel better?

And listen, I know, I know. Really annoying when someone else tells you to smile. Boy, did I learn that the hard way with Janine. Won't be doing that again in a hurry. But it really is different if you're smiling for yourself. Just trust me and give it a try. I mean, the last song from The Fantastic Light Trip, it's so uplifting. We're gonna have a cool down dance to it. And while you're dancing, I just - you don't have to - I just encourage you to smile. Because you are here, and you are alive, and you deserve to feel good. And yes, you smile too, Janine, if you're listening. No one can see you, I promise.

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[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: [sighs] And here we go. It's the uh, the part where the alien queen and the leader of the cadets, they finally agree to work together. So all that remains is uh, just to assemble the hyperdrive. Turns out all you need to end an intergalactic war is 20 rousing song and dance numbers. Need to remember to mention that to Janine the next time she's brainstorming our defense strategy.

See, it's now the whole cast and they're together and dancing onto the ship. And you know, they really did have that much fun doing it and, and they're arm in arm. Or well actually, to be fair, arm in tentacle. But then the hatch is closing. Blast off. [laughs] Oh, brava. Well, that raised the spirits! I suppose that's gonna be all from me for now, runners, because I'm gonna have to go find another film before the credits finish rolling and all the zoms start looking for something a little bit meatier to entertain themselves, i.e. moi. So until next time, look after yourselves please, and keep on smiling.

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