#i rarely say it bc i know it's not good for me

[rik0shii]

Kang daesung x fem!reader who's just as chaotic as he is!! both of them always prank the older members in YG and teasing the younger ones(aka CL and minzy lol) until they're annoyed <3

I'm literally so grateful that you and the other writers decided to write for bigbang bcs if not we wouldn't have SO MANY finger lickin good fics of them especially MY KING DAESUNG‼️we need more ppl appreciating these cuties fr🔥

Double Trouble Couple

You and Daesung, the Double Trouble Couple, are always up to playful mischief. In this moment, you prank Taeyang by changing his phone’s lock screen to a funny meme, all while teasing CL and Minzy. Amidst the chaos, sweet couple moments shine through, showing how perfectly you and Daesung balance fun and affection.

(Kang Daesung x Chaotic!Fem!Reader)

hii tysm for requesting!! YESS WE DO NEED MORE BB FANFICS!! as a vip since 2018 i have to do them justice!!also, daesung is my bias😖😖! reposts and comments are appreciated!!

Another day at YG, and the Double Trouble Couple was ready to spread their usual brand of fun and chaos. You and Daesung were masters at balancing sweet couple moments with just the right amount of harmless mischief.

You were lying on the couch in the practice room, scrolling through your phone, while Daesung sat next to you, absentmindedly flipping through a magazine. It was one of those rare moments when things were calm — but you knew it wouldn’t last long.

You glanced up at Daesung, a mischievous grin forming on your lips. “Hey, babe, I have an idea. Let’s mess with Taeyang for a minute.”

Daesung’s face lights up with that same glint of mischief. “What do you have in mind?”

You giggled. “What if we rearranged his phone background to something really ridiculous? Like… one of those puppy memes that say ‘When you’re too cute for this world’ or something equally cringe-worthy.”

Daesung laughs, shaking his head. “That’s perfect. He’s gonna be so confused when he sees it.”

You both sneak over to Taeyang’s bag, where his phone was lying. With the stealth of two professional pranksters, you quickly change his lock screen to the cringiest meme you could find — a baby panda trying to look tough, paired with the text: ‘Me: 1% scary, 99% adorable.’ You high-five each other in excitement.

Daesung chuckles. “He’s not going to know what hit him.”

As you return to your spot, trying to act completely innocent, you notice CL and Minzy talking nearby. You can already tell by their facial expressions that they’re waiting for the moment to see what kind of chaos you and Daesung have planned.

CL crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at you. “What did you two do this time? I’m getting that ‘we’re about to get pranked’ vibe.”

You smile sweetly. “What? Us? We’re just being cute.”

Daesung leans in, acting all innocent. “Yeah, we’re perfectly innocent. We wouldn’t do anything… mischievous.”

Minzy shakes her head. “You two are trouble.”

“Are we?” you reply, looking at Daesung with a grin. “We’re just adorable trouble, aren’t we?”

Just then, Taeyang walks back into the room, holding his phone and looking at it with furrowed brows. “What the heck is this?”

You try and fail to hold back your laughter. Daesung pats you on the back, trying to act like he’s unaffected.

“Taeyang, are you okay?” you ask, feigning concern. “It’s just a meme, right? I mean, who could resist the cuteness of a baby panda?”

Daesung laughs, nudging you playfully. “The real question is, why isn’t he taking the compliment? I mean, 1% scary and 99% adorable? Who wouldn’t want that on their phone?”

Taeyang looks at the two of you, an eyebrow raised. “You guys are so childish.”

You grin, a little too sweetly. “Maybe, but we’re just spreading some love around here.”

Daesung throws his arm around you and laughs. “Yeah, love and glitter. We’re basically the best at it.”

CL is trying to hold in her giggles, but Minzy can’t stop laughing. “Honestly, it’s cute. You two are just evil sometimes.”

“You’re welcome,” you reply with a sweet smile.

Later on, after the laughs have died down and Taeyang finally changes his lock screen back, the four of you fall into a comfortable silence. But, you know it won’t last long. Not with you and Daesung around.

As you and Daesung sit next to each other, your legs touching, there’s a softness in the air. You glance at him, and he turns to look at you. Without a word, he leans in and kisses the side of your head, his hand gently resting on yours.

“You know,” Daesung says softly, his voice filled with warmth, “I love this. Just being with you, messing around, making everyone laugh. It feels… right.”

You smile up at him, your heart swelling. “Me too. We make the perfect team.”

His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “Yeah, we do. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You can’t help but laugh, squeezing his hand. “Lucky? You’ve definitely earned it. I’m basically chaos in human form.”

He laughs with you, then pulls you closer, his arm draped around your shoulder. “You’re my chaos, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Minzy, who had been watching the two of you, sighs dramatically. “It’s so cute, but honestly, it’s annoying how you two just work together.”

You grin at her, teasing. “What can we say? It’s called couple goals.”

Daesung laughs, his arm tight around you as he responds, “Honestly, we make being cute look too easy.”

CL rolls her eyes but can’t stop herself from smiling. “You two should really calm down with the couple energy. I’m literally single here, and it’s giving me a toothache.”

“I can’t help it,” you say with a grin. “Daesung is just too adorable.”

Daesung playfully bumps you with his shoulder. “Don’t go too hard, babe. I’m already a heartbreaker.”

As the evening goes on, the playful teasing continues — but so do the quiet, affectionate moments between you and Daesung. Whether it’s the way he gently brushes your hair out of your face or the way you both share secret smiles across the room, there’s an undeniable connection between the two of you.

And even though you’re both little troublemakers, in this moment, it feels like the calmest chaos — just the way you like it.

[callme-holly]

OKAYY so can you plz plz do likeee an imagine where reader is just super duper clingy and is on dally’s lap clinging into him and she whispers and murmurs how much she loves and wants him, and he like teases her and is super cocky about it but it’s all playful in the end and he adores her (he just doesn’t show it too much ofc bc, it’s dally cmon)

𝐟𝐢𝐤𝐚 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

fika: (n.) a moment to slow down and appreciate the good things in life

The Curtis house was surprisingly settled, the TV playing on low in the background, it’s static filling the room, keeping the attention of the loudest members of the gang. Darry was in the kitchen, cooking up dinner with whatever leftovers they  had from the night before, and Pony was curled up in the armchair, dozing silently. Usually, he’d be spread out across the couch, and so would Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit; however, the three had been forced to the floor by you and Dallas, who were taking up the entirety of the small seat.

Dallas was lounged back against the cushions, looking far to comfortable and at ease, an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips and you in his lap, your face tucked in the crook of his neck.

Your breath was warm, fanning out across the expanse of his skin and sending the occasional jolt through his body. It was rare that he’d let you cuddle up against him like this; he much preferred to have you pressed up against him in a less affectionate way, but he could tell you needed this, and the other boys hadn’t said anything about it yet, so he was more than happy to just let you be. He toyed idly with the ends of your hair, twirling the strands around his finger and watching it unravel slowly before repeating the action again. The moment was strangely peaceful, your hands curled into the fabric of his shirt, almost as if you were holding onto him, afraid he'd move you and break the tranquil moment that has settled over the both of you. 

"I love you..." Your voice is a low murmur, muffled from where your face is hidden, and he glances down at you, something akin to amusement flashing across his features. You're half asleep, not fully gone, but just teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, your body pretty much dead weight against him. 

"Yeah?" he hums, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. "What do you love about me, sweetheart?" He speaks low in your ear, loud enough so that only you can hear, though everyone else is the room is drowsy in their own comfort that he doubts they'd point out his affection anyway.

You're quiet for a few moments before letting out a soft breath. "Everything. Your voice, your accent, your face..."   rumbles deep in his chest, and he tilts your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Is that all?" There's not an ounce of malice in his voice, just pure fondness and a hint of teasing and cockiness that never quite leaves. 

"There's other things... We'd be here a while, though." You let your head fall back to his chest once more, and he doesn't proest when you cuddle close and cling to him, instead resigning to his fate, relaxing under you with a huff.

"You're half asleep, baby."

"No, I'm not." But there's no fig our words. You know he's right; you're barely awake, too wrapped up in the heat and comfort of his body.

"You are. And you don't know what you're saying." He presses his lips to the side of your jaw, lingering for a moment, before pressing another just below your ear. A shudder passes through you, and he smiles against your skin, not pulling away as he speaks again. "Tell me more." 

And you do. With a small, sleepy smile, you pull back your head to look up at him, an almost dreamy, adoring look in your eyes. He's never seen anyone look at him like that before. Sure, he's seen people in love, seen the way they look at each other in that love-sick, wanting way, but he's never been on the receiving end of it. Not until now.

"You're one of my favourite people in the whole entire world. I always feel safe around you, and you're really tough, and you care about people a lot, even if you don't show it." 

You're smiling softly again, and he leans down, capturing your mouth with his in a searing kiss, his fingers gripping your hips tightly as he pulls you into him, relishing in the feeling. He's never felt like this with anyone until you, never felt comfortable enough to express how he feels. You see him, actually see him for who he is, for who he wants to be.

"So what you're saying is that you're obsessed with me, doll." He raises a brow, flashing you a cocky smirk that has butterflies erupting in your stomach, fluttering wildly.

"Something like that." You respond, eyes barely open by now, but still filled to the brim with tenderness. "Yeah..."  you sigh, melting into him once more. His warmth radiates off of him in waves, and you revel in it, nuzzling closer to him.

The TV continues to drone on in the background, but you two pay it no mind, and nobody pays you any mind, too caught up in their own worlds to even think about the one of your own that you're both so wrapped up in. You know it won't last; it never does, these soft moments with him... But you might as well enjoy it while it lasts, no matter how short that may be. 

[rareomens]

Oh hey, no. Don't do that. Please.

This is a bit of a read but I've spent a long time thinking and editing, and I'm saying this all gently but seriously.

I imagine the above was NOT intentionally said to prick anyone's emotions, but this kind of comment on Rare Omens prompts is like saying it about any of them. It reminds me that so many of these pairs are only tolerated at best by the majority of folks in the fandom. (Every one of these prompts has people who don't like or even actively hate them. Take a look at the prompt list in our pinned post, and marvel at that statement but know it to be true.)

This prompt month event has a "don't like? ignore it and move on" policy. Trust me from experience with my own rare ships: we hear the disgust or hate enough, we know others aren't into it.

If you don't like something, that's okay! If you want to talk about not liking it, that's also okay. BUT PLEASE don't reply to people who are clearly having their fun in a post. It's not necessary and it only makes people feel badly to see it directly in the notifs. It only digs away at feeling welcome to whatever we get from enjoying a pair (or OT3, or polycule, etc). And that can lead to feeling unwelcome in the wider fandom the rest of the time... which is absolutely devastating to feel.

You can post separately and start a conversation to find people who feel similarly if you feel strongly and want to have those conversations—though hating on rare pairs/characters is common and such posts are probably not necessary. Anyone doing so: please DO NOT TAG a ship in your tags when hating on it. Bc the people most likely searching that tag? They DO like it, and don't need to wade through a bunch of negative comments to find fellow fans.

I started Rare Omens bc it was hard to find transformative works for ships I liked (be it as a couple or ANY OTHER way you can pair characters up—as a reminder: it doesn't have to be NSFW; it doesn't have to be SFW either of course). I wanted to find other people who enjoyed what I enjoyed. And to help people experiment with making stories and art they otherwise might never have thought about. And it has gone really well! I've seen NSFW ships, and friend ships, and respected enemies, hated enemies, and AUs of all shapes. Participants over the years have mentioned that they never would've thought to try writing certain characters in stories or draw them off on adventures. THAT, I love. We know there's ever anyone out there excited for their faves and waiting for it.

I also want to say...

I saw this reply earlier today but I was out at a showing of Macbeth where I made the acquaintance of a bunch of Good Omens fans (ranging in age from 20s to 60s at a guess). One of them even cosplays Metatron, and their Crowley and Aziraphale showed pics. It was real fun to see them include a rarer character in their cosplay group. I didn't have a chance to reply to this until now, and I'm glad I waited. I'm thinking about that cosplayer too: it can be disheartening to see "your" rare character excluded from the fun of transformative works.

Right. All this to say:

Please be kind to your fellow fans, even when they're playing with the dolls in ways you would never.

We don't have to force ourselves to like anything or interact with it (in fact: don't interact, talk privately to your friends who understand), but we gotta let people have their sandbox too. Because if we're excluding our weirdest and wildest takes, the most gloriously crackfic pairings possible, then we're not safe for anyone. We're not transforming anything.

Ship and let ship.

Thank you.

[UPDATE] Docdust and I have chatted. They've adjusted their comment. They are friends with the others and meant it in a positive way. So new addendum 😅: inside jokes outside our groups can be seen by others who might not know our history or what we're doing with RP.

I'm glad no one was really hating on a pair. And I'm equally glad to have Rare Omens' stance on it all written out here. Thank you all for continuing to be supportive of each other!

It’s Rare Omens 2025 Day 4

Aziraphale and Metatron!

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[hunters-angel]

please keep your cats indoors

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[junewild]

Watching Sam & Brennan talk about the beauty of frivolity, of adults playing silly games just as seriously as they fight to survive, and... yeah. There are some things that keep us alive, and there are some things that make life worth living, and I think games are one of those things that fall into both categories. Games make our lives better and they make us better at being alive. I think that's pretty cool.

[stargirl230]

interlude

Lost focus and drew a consensual workplace relationship (the inherent intimacy of hanging out in an artist's studio to watch them exist in their element got to me)

Zoom in for details I poured my soul into <3

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[moeblob]

What if I straight up didn't explain myself? What if I just said trust me on this? Would you?

[elftwink]

to preface this post i am anti-advertising i think we should explode the entire industry but it's sooo funny when you people make posts like "and they don't even work!!" like. sorry to be the bearer of bad news but yes they do. that's why we have to put up with so many despite everyone hating them and thinking its annoying. because they actually work really well and make a shit load of money

[uniiiquehecrt]

Voice actors are NOT the same as actors.

It takes a specific kind of skill-set and training to be able to warp and meld the voice. It takes a certain kind of talent and dedication to hone that talent into the ability to meld the voice and invoke emotion with one's voice alone. Actors are used to using their voice secondarily to their body language and their facial expressions. It's all mirrored back on camera. They do have nuance. But it's a different kind of nuance and a different kind of training to produce that nuance.

Voice actors might get their likeness transposed on their character's design, and maybe their mannerisms might seep into the character's animation. But when it's all said and done: their presence is in their voice. They are bringing a character to life, showing that emotion in their voice, trying to keep a specific accent, drawl, pitch, tone in that voice and keep it consistent for their recording sessions.

The voice actor is like a classically trained musician who can play first chair in a competitive, world-renown orchestra. The actor (who fills the voice actor's role) is like a moot who played violin in beginner and intermediate high school orchestra and thinks they can get into Juilliard with that 2-4 years of experience.

This doesn't mean that the HS orchestra moot can't play. They can even be really good at it. Maybe they won competitions and sat first chair. But they are not in the same league as the person who's been training their whole lives and lives and breathes to hone their craft using the instrument and all of the training they've ever acquired to perfect it. They are not meant for the same roles. They are not in the same caliber. You do not hire the HS equivalent when you want to play complex music in a competitive orchestra.

Actors are not the same as voice actors.

And furthermore, actors - especially big name actors - taking the roles of animated characters for big budget films or TV pilots makes no sense anyways when - at least in the case of TV pilots - there's not a point to hiring a big budget actors anyways. That money could be used elsewhere (like paying your animators), and the talent that is brought onto the screen for X character could then be hired on to voice said character no recasting required.

I wouldn't say voice acting as a profession is in danger exactly, but it's certainly being disrespected and overlooked for celebrity clout, and this has ALWAYS been an issue. Shoot, even Robin Williams knew that much - which is why he tried so hard not to be used as a marketing chess piece for Aladdin and got royally pissed off when it happened anyways. People shouldn't go to any movie (but especially not animated films) because "oh famous actor is in it". People should go because it's a good movie and the voice acting is good.

People who honest to god think that voice actors are replaceable because "oh well anyone can voice act" or "I like xyz celebrity so naturally it'll be good" ... Honestly I just wish you'd reassess your priorities because you're missing the point and are part of the problem.

Voice Actors ≠ Actors.

[beanghostprincess]

Luffy not knowing about Zoro promising Sanji to kill him if he ever ends up losing himself makes me go feral because that's something they can only know about. Because Zoro's respect for life and death goes beyond anything, and Sanji knows he understands. Sanji knows that if somebody has to kill him, it's him.

And I don't even think it's because Sanji assumes Zoro's opinion of him is hatred and it would hurt less for him to do this, but because Sanji knows only Zoro would be able to treat the promise as it is. Because he would put Sanji's wishes before any feelings he has for him. It's not that Zoro doesn't care, but I think he respects people's ideals and decisions to the extent of being able to kill Sanji if he so desires.

That being said, he'd do it if there's no other way to fix it. If it's either dying or living as an emotionless machine, which is the same as dying for Sanji, Zoro would fulfill his promise. And there is just... Something about Luffy not knowing. Their captain. The man they're devoted to the most as if he were their God. Luffy doesn't know. It's something only the captain's wings are aware of and the thought of these two keeping this from Luffy until the end is just insane. Not even trying to make it romantic here, but the bond and respect these two have for each other is crazy.

Maybe it's the poetry of it all, too. Somebody like Zoro, who has looked at Death in her face multiple times and said "no", ending Sanji's life, who wants to give in to death to not experience a fate worse than death for him.

[ciderjacks]

Everyday I curse vivziepops name for making alastor Creole to justify her weird vudu thing, thus giving way to the most insufferable discourse by people who arent even remotely Creole, have no education on Creole history or culture, and refuse to do any research on it besides maybe the most basic 5 second google search. And I cant do anything about because that would involve me reblogging hazbin hotel discourse which no one wants.

[vvienne]

I literally woke up in the middle of the night like God will dark rise is so fucking screwed. The line that’s like. “Everyone wanted to kill the Dark King.” What’s the part where he looks at Violet helplessly, haunted, almost pleading for mercy? But of course he reveals nothing of substance to anyone. Elizabeth is too young to understand but the reader knows what “Her relationship with that boy was…unnatural” can mean. Tying him to bedposts? Failing to strangle him? What else? Never not even once seeing beyond a mythological identity Will himself didn’t know he had? What did he think was the reason? That he was just intrinsically hateful? Of course he says nothing. Of course Violet can’t trust him- he’s given her nothing as painfully real as what she’s given him. So he gives her the sword hoping at least he can die at the hands of someone he loved, but even that doesn’t work out - she gives the sword to a Visander still furious at SARCEAN. The pattern continues; no one looks at Will, who vomits when he realizes what’s happened to James, Will who is much of a liar and killer and sneak as Elizabeth accuses but nonetheless wants to be different. Even when he doesn’t remember his own past. There’s no way out for him that doesn’t hurt. Hope this obsession passes soon given the one and a half years of waiting required for book 3

[queenerdloser]

so thinking back i haven't reread the captive prince trilogy since kings rising came out. which is wild bc it's one of my favorite series in the universe BUT also tracks bc when it exists in a subsect of my books where i know if i read it my entire personality will be subsumed. but i'm rereading them now now and my GOD what a delight. i devoured the first two in a day and remembered exactly why they were so so so so good. and i've saving kings rising bc that one changed my brain chemistry when it came out, i've never read such a tightly done, masterfully paced final book in a series to match it.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

[repotting]

people who don't normally read sci fi have such bad taste in sci fi 😭