#im jk ily

[hyuckiestarz]

I need more down bad Haechan

the way i get this request at least once every other day...

down bad haechan RETIRED!!!!!!!!

[wayward-sherlock]

Hey bbg (gender neutral) :)

if you’re taking asks about your fics rn, I’d loooove to hear you answer #1

babygirl (derogatory) i am caught between hating you (wanting to set you on fire) and loving you (planting a big fat kiss right on your lips) for this question.

i would sayyyyyyyy my writing. flows really well? sometimes? and i think that’s pretty cool :) i think i use punctuation really well (even if i overuse it sometimes) and in general my sentences, though long, are really well constructed (i refuse to say my writing lowkey is exit west-y, but ik you’ll get what im saying when i mention that book)

also i think my descriptions are sometimes fire, i write emotions pretty decently, and i think the part i like best about my writing are all the little things that i fit into a story :) little bits and pieces of myself, my hobbies, my favorite movies and songs and tv shows and books etc. in fanfic especially i put so many references to song lyrics from my fav songs (even if they’re not related to the fic at all) just cuz i can :)

[valeriiiiii]

my girlfriend is going to build a bear without me (other side of the country) should i kill her ?

[pboogerswbb]

https://www.tumblr.com/pboogerswbb/770527324437348352/its-almost-2-am-i-think-i-will-go-to-bed-at-half?source=share

weeeeellll you are a better person than me 😑

you right

[cynicallyneutral]

「coward」

[disgustinggf]

okay what about even more enthusiasm

anons are on so tell me ur in love with me NOW

[chessboredom]

I just COULD NOT resist character design analysis.

High res. Top. Bottom.

A zoom in on Smilk's little corner. (I made this chart recently, but I was having theories before his Beast Raid update is crazy what.)

Adding this composition analyses, too.

Now, HERE IS MY PREDICTION.

I blame @computerful for dragging me into this mess. You're fucking welcome for connecting the dots out and literally everything for you btw.

[urcrowley]

Floral Flame

— Florist!Touya X Reader —

(NO QUIRKS AU , I NEED TO HEAL 🤚🤚🤚)

YOGiNotes: I can’t believe I’m writing this but here we are!! We need more male reader fics guys.. I feel left out /j

(EVERYONE LITERALLY DRAGGED ME TO THE DABI BRAINROT!1!1! STOP THIS MADNESSSSSS)

Completely made this in a rush and out of boredom! I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. It is a bit short for my liking but I do hope you still enjoy! 🙏

Warnings: some swearing ig (?) ; very unfunny author ; angst will cook soon (not in this chapter though….)

“My flower…”

Y/N muttered to himself, staring at the now-wilted flower. With a gentle touch, he reached out and tapped one of the fragile petals, watching as it detached from the wilting bloom and fell to the ground.

“I should probably ask that old hag for some advice again, huh?”

He was talking about the older yet amicable woman who ran the flower shop just a few blocks away from his apartment. He regretted not remembering her name. With a less-than-careful tug, Y/N detached his backpack from the corner where it had been gathering dust and carelessly dumped its contents onto the bed, each item making a soft thump sound as it hit the mattress. Y/N cautiously placed the flower pot into his bag once everything was out and grabbed a random coat from the rack beside the door. As he walked out, he tried to tie his shoes while keeping up with his pace.

Almost causing himself to fall.

Well, almost.

He strolled over to his locked bicycle, hopping on it shortly. He rode his bicycle to the shop. But when he arrived..

He was not greeted to the usual ‘good day’ of the kind old woman; rather, a man who didn’t look too far off his own age.

‘This guy definitely listens to mcr..’

Y/N thought to himself, as he waved at the guy. Putting up a front, smiling politely.

“Excuse me? Do you know where—“

“She’s not here today.”

…okay, rude?

“Oh.. When will she—“

“Next week.”

This guy was getting on Y/N’s nerves if he was being completely honest.

“Who are you anyways?”

Y/N was only met with silence and a cold blank stare. He stared back because— well, to be Frank, he didn’t know what else to do.

“I work here.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

He could hear the man click his tongue in annoyance.

“I don’t have to answer to you,” he rolled his eyes, “now, do you need help with anything or something?”

“Is that how you usually treat your customers?”

“…yeah? So what?”

“Nothing, just saying it’s a big.. contrast to what I’m used to.”

The man's gaze fixed on Y/N with a steely glare, his eyes narrowing as if affronted by Y/N's audacity to utter such a statement. “Whatever.. just tell me what you need so we can be done here.”

“Right.. so um..”

Y/N withdrew the flower from his backpack and gingerly placed it on the counter of the checkout. He then glanced up at the man, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

“I don’t know what went wrong.. I did what I was told and kept managing my watering time..”

Dabi, as indicated by his nametag, meticulously examined the flower, leaning closer to get a better look. It was clear the flower was already dead, leaving him to ponder Y/N's actions beforehand. Y/N, however, contemplated if Dabi was thinking something profound like 'this plant hadn't received the precise amount of water it required,' or if it was something stupid simple and meaningless like ‘I wonder what I’ll have for dinner later.’

Jokes on him, Dabi was thinking of both.

Dabi let out a sigh and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoos on his arms. Y/N was tempted to take a peek, but quickly reminded himself not to be nosy. However, despite his best efforts to focus, he couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at the intricate ink designs on Dabi's skin.

‘Shittt.. that’s sick.’

Y/N thought before quickly snapping out of it.

“Did you make sure your flower gets enough sunlight every day?”

“…what?”

“Your flower?? Gets sunlight?? Hello??”

“……”

Dabi slowly shifted his gaze towards Y/N, his face betraying a mixture of disbelief and surprise. His expression seemed to convey a silent question, as if wondering what on earth Y/N was even doing to this poor plant.

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

“…no.”

The two stared at each other…

After a moment of silence, Y/N spoke up again. “How was I supposed to know this flower needed sunlight?”

“Google exists.”

“I’m a busy man!”

“Busy doing what? Being uneducated?”

DAMN, that hurt more that it was supposed to.

“Okay.. okay, it’s a dumb mistake on my part. Can I buy another one to try again?” Y/N puts his hands on his hips, waiting for Dabi’s answer. “Well.. I don’t have a choice I guess.” Dabi said, the sound of defeat evident in his tone. He walked away to find the same flower as Y/N stood there.

Y/N found himself strangely familiar with the odd man before him. There was something about him that he couldn't quite pinpoint, and it frustrated him. Crossing his arms in annoyance, Y/N observed Dabi carefully examining the flower selection. He realized maybe he should cut the newbie some slack since he just started working here after all.

Dabi finally located the specific flower Y/N had requested and assisted in transferring it to a fresh pot. He then helped Y/N carefully tuck the potted flower into the latter's backpack, gently securing it in place.

“Thanks, I appreciated the help.”

“Ugh, please never come back.”

Y/N snorted at that, almost unable to hold his laughter. He handed his payment to Dabi, and waved goodbye.

“Unfortunately for you, new guy, I’m a regular here!”

He said as he walked out of the store.

Dabi— no, Touya exhaled a frustrated sigh once that idiot guy was gone. He hated working at the flower shop but knew he had no choice. His current situation forced him to hide, and this job was a means to keep a low profile. He longed for a better life, but for now, he was stuck here in this cramped shop, surrounded by fragrant blooms.

Welp, that’s the life of a man on the run he supposed..

YEEEE HE HAS EDGY BACKSTORY WOAHH 🫵🫵😮😮😮😮

This chapter is just me trying to get the idea out of my head, I swear I’ll cook better in the next one ☹️☹️☹️💥💥💥💥

This was supposed to be an artwork idea but I couldn’t really draw rn

Also, mind you, I’m posting this at 3AM in my timezone, PLEASE PLEASE EXCUSE THE BADWRITIGNNFNF 😭😭😭😭

(I am ashamed of myself 😞)

[sergeantwoods]

look at this motherfucker. last time she told me not to fall in. i just needed to take a shit. i hate you, spot.

[jazzically]

i cant believe tim died for nothing :( the unknowing wouldve failed anyway. at least he went out winning and full of righteous sexy tim rage. get nuked nikola

[mrsterlingeverything]

So you want my family to die 😡

The yakuza has threatened my family and they will kill them if i ever leave this place

[rafyki]

Btw I'm blaming @neo-kid-funk for whatever comes out of my next percico smut fics, because talking to her is making my mind go absolutely wild and also her art is giving me way too many ideas :)

[i-am-a-living-god]

:)

(I’m coming for ya. I’m making something. Just you wait I’m going to finish it today if it kills me >:] after all, today is a very special day, isn’t it, if you know what I mean ;) )

Oh no.... Cryptic threats.....

Don't eat me Obby

[astrophilic-soul]

get booped idiot

GET BOOPED BACK HARDER IDIOT!!

[mythicalwavezz]

I LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY /pos

Yo @napstablookdotwav

[pixelatedraindrops]

happy birthday you purple chaotic disaster 3 year old adult menace that lives rent free in everyone’s heads

🎭☔️

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