#im oddly really proud of that honestly

[synthshenanigans]

just realized Mind’s crown looks like a sun

that is so sick actually-

Thank you! :D I really like the lil details I give Mind and im glad someone caught it

[spenglerstwinkie]

grey matter by oingo boingo or something

v for closeup + alt v

couldnt decide if i liked the one with the Epitaph outline or not uhhh

hes so complicated game by xtc

[theoceansluvr]

Percy Jackson x Ballerina! Reader

warnings; like every sports headcanon list, injuries ! and horrendous foot pain author's notes; im so sorry to the lovely @officiallyalbino that requested this for borderline lying about when i'd post this😭 unrelated to the post but im severely sunburned and writing this kept me from scratching my skin off :((

oooo you best believe he has front row seats to every single one of your performances !

you'd think the adhd™ would get to him, but he's way too focused on you

he likes helping you with lifts because.. well of course he does !

he's very huge on helping you practice if you couldn't tell !

i think he'd always be insane flexible so he tries to copy your positions

looks DISGUSTINGLY good in the leotard might i add

brings flowers and a little (poorly spelled and written) card after every performance

like everybody knows him as your boyfriend because he proudly announces it while carrying his little gifts

doesn't matter if your just in the background he will clap like you just won an oscar

the parents next to him used to think he was just an overly proud older brother to be honest

that was until he leaned over while yelling "THAT'S MY PARTNER Y'KNOW ?"

he's quite the fanboy if he couldn't tell from my many, MANY times if saying this !

foot rubs ? foot rubs !

i personally hate people touching my feet, BUT !

i can see how this is probably the most relaxing thing in the world after hours of practice ngl

he's oddly good at it too

could probably hum every single Nutcracker song off the top of his head

honestly he probably really likes listening to your practice music actually

it keeps him focused when he's studying and whatnot !

could've mentioned this earlier, but he learns all the positions just so he can help you with certain dances

coordinated in the arena and almost anything else, not so much with dance

but he makes it work just for you :D

secretly really likes Black Swan

he watches it like a little kid trying to video games without his mom knowing

thinks your better than everyone no matter how much experience they might have over you

you're literally lauren anderson in his eyes

(or any ballet dancer you may look up to of course !)

enjoys watching you do your hair before recitals

it's oddly satisfying to him, so much to the point he has it memorized on how you do it

possibly keeps a fat stack of hair ties on him at all times (if your hair is long enough to even need any)

not as long as i would've loved this to be, but ballet still has a special place in my heart and i hope this was good fo

[miumura]

HYPE BOY! ──── S.JAEYUN SMAU

THE PROFILES

JAKE’S TEAM

USER JAKE — decent gamer at everything but clash royale. hates it with a burning passion, but is only playing because he says it’s the only game that could test his limits.

USER JAY — honestly is forced to play games and he truly has no idea what’s going on. searches for tips and lessons MID GAMEPLAY. that’s just how he rolls.

USER SUNGHOON — likes to laugh at people’s gameplay but immediately dies right after (skill issue or karma?) … however when he locks in, he locks TF INNNN.

USER HEESEUNG — extremely passionate and vocal about the games he likes. also this man cannot be peeled off his pc. it’s as if this man is superglued and double taped to his seat. but hey…the grind never stops, right?

USER SUNOO — theee #1 hayday player 🙏 literally clueless about clash royale and brawlstars, so he doesn’t plan on learning the games any time soon.

USER JUNGWON — plays hayday with sunoo, but eventually leaves midway just to play horror games. he doesn’t know why he does it, but he just does. he laughs while also screaming…is that a bit concerning?

USER NI-KI — plays almost as much as heeseung plays. literally this guy is high levels on everything because he gets fixations on certain games from time to time.

Y/N’S TEAM

USER Y/N — oddly good at clash royale and spends quite some time on it. you plays until you rage quit or lose because you like keeping that win streak ongoing ☝️ you take it as a sign to stop playing and hops on a different game.

USER HANA — tags along for the giggles and for funsies!!! duos with wonyoung in dress to impress and they EAT DOWNNNN. heeseung’s biggest fan i fear.

USER WONYOUNG — is on dress to impress more than she thinks, but she’s really good at it. occasionally plays hayday. she plays the more laidback, cute games.

USER SEOYEON — honestly has no clue what’s going on in games either, but when she actually puts in effort, it all works out. is here just for the competitiveness but may or may not quit barely midway through.

USER TAEYOUNG — the seasoned player, as he so claims. and honestly, yeah, take his word on it. he’s the one that influenced everyone to play some games and he’s rather proud for doing so.

USER INTAK — once he’s engrossed in a game, you might have to give him a couple hours to then fully get his attention back. once he focuses on something, he’s determined.

USER JIUNG — doesn’t play as much compared to taeyoung and intak, but he’s played enough to get decent skills. the type to scream into his mic and get kicked off voice chat for days though.

next ⭑ masterlist

💬 : at this rate im going to be reusing usernames and chats i cant do this anymore (im being dramatic)

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

thinking about tattoo artist!draken giving me you a tattoo in between and under my your tits im so unwell i want him to suck on my titties so bad HNSKSGDJKHGK okaybye

Hi Mack! Thank you for entrusting me with this awesome ask! I hope you like it! Proofed as much as I could.

WC ::: 2230 (HEY! It was 8 pages and I got it down to 5. So, you're WELCOME!)

C/W ::: MDNI, TattooArtist!Draken x F.reader, unprotected P->V and some other funsies.

You sat in the booth waiting for the artist to come in and start working on you. You'd met him a few times before while going over the finalized print of your design but why hadn't you noticed how sexy he was? He was like some mythological creature.

He walked in backwards and slid the screen all the way to the edge so the small booth was completely shut off from the rest of the shop. "Ok, ready when you are." Draken said as he turned to start getting the ink ready.

"Oh! O-ok, yeah. So, like," you hesitated with your words not wanting to seem like you were too inexperienced. You have tattoos, just not on this part of your body.

"Take your shirt and bra off and lean back and enjoy the ride." He is so fucking cool, you thought.

"Right, enjoy ... enjoy the ride." You began lifting your shirt over your head, watching yourself in the full-length mirror the whole time. Kicking yourself for wearing such a shitty bra (but really what else were you going to do? Wear your best one only for it to get ruined with blood and ink? No. Absolutely not.)

You put your clothes on the extra stool in the corner and wrapped your arms over your chest waiting for his next instructions.

"It's ... heh ... you gonna enjoy the ride or do I have to tat you up while you're standing by the wall? Come on, I'm gentle, I promise.

"Yes! Right right right. Sorry. I'm just a little shy I guess."

I've tattooed much stranger things than tits, trust me. Now sit down."

You moved to sit on the tattoo chair and leaned back. The cool leather made you shiver. Draken placed a paper towel on your chest and told you to relax. He leaned over you to grab the ink and needles. He was so close you could smell him. He smelled like leather, cologne and cigarettes. It made you feel high, breathing him in like that.

He pressed the needle into your skin, making you wince in pain. He pulled away for a second to apply more ink and then went back to work.

After a while, he was about halfway done with the outline. "You doin' ok, y/n? Needa break or anything?" You had zoned out so much that he had to nudge your arm to get your full attention. "Hey! You good?" He laughed.

"Oh shit. Yeah, I guess I just kinda got into a trance. You're very ... rhythmic. It's oddly soothing." You blushed.

"Told you I was good." He beamed. "So you want me to keep going?"

You nodded and put your arms back to your sides where they'd been.

"For this next part, I need you to put your arms above your head. Can you hold them there for a while while I work on the underside of your chest?"

"How long are we talkin' here? 30 minutes? 45?" You couldn't read his face because you didn't know him well enough to. But the look he had was less than comforting.

"Ish? I don't know, honestly. But it's going to be a while. I have a lot of detail to do here. Look, don't ask. Ok? But I can - *aheh* - fuck. I can tie your arms up if this is going to be a problem?" He made a point to look away when he suggested that to you.

And good thing too because the expression that washed over your face would have embarrassed a porn director. You're so proud of yourself for not moaning at the offer.

"YES! Yes. My arms get tired easily. Tie me up, Draken." Your eyes fell to his crotch and the bulge that was presenting itself was nothing short of delicious. You don't know what came over you but you let them roam the length of his chest and met his gaze.

He walked over to a cabinet in the corner and grabbed a few ties. "Which one do you want?" he asked, holding up a few options. You pointed to a soft-looking black one and he tied your arms above the chair. "How's that? Not too tight?"

You shook your head. "No, it's good. Just tight enough." He walked back over to the counter to get the ink and needle ready again. And you know he adjusted his dick. You've seen enough men do that to know what that little dance looks like.

He pressed the needle back into your skin and started on the underside of your tits. He was close enough that you could hear his breath hitch every time he accidentally touched your nipple. And you were certain he was doing it on purpose.

You don't know if it was the drilling of the needle into one of the most sensitive expanses of your body, if it was Draken being so close to you that he could stick his tongue out and flick your nipple with the tip of it. His shallow, labored breathing. His big hands doing such delicate work. But you were getting so fucking wet. And you couldn't help but imagine him sticking his fingers into you. Fucking you with them.

"You're um, doing great. Almost done with this side, are you hot? Do you want some water or something? Want me to crack the window?" he said, breaking the silence.

You nodded, not sure how to respond. "No, I'm uh, I'm doing great, thanks."

He walked over to the window and opened it just a sliver. The air was still warm but it was better than before.

"Thank you." You sighed.

"You're welcome. It's fuckin' hotter than hell in here." He took off his jacket and tossed it over onto your clothes.

You couldn't help but stare at the way his arm muscles flexed as he moved. The tattoos on his right bicep were beautiful and you wanted to trace every inch of them with your tongue.

"SO!" He shouted, startling even himself, he pulled the gun away from you. "Shit. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that so loud." His cheeks were burning. You wanted to reach out and smooth your fingers over his face. You wanted to sit on it. But that's just crazy, you thought. Draken continued, much quieter this time, "You got a boyfriend? Or ... or girlfriend. Sorry. I forget about that shit sometimes." He chuckled.

"Nope, no boyfriend. No girlfriend either." You said, looking down at his crotch again. You were so horny you could hardly stand it. "So, just me, my shitty bra, and my soon-to-be tatted tits."

He laughed and leaned over you to start on the other side. He was close enough that his breath was hot on your ear. You closed your eyes and let yourself just enjoy the feeling of his weight pressing against you. You were so close that you could have turned your head and kissed him.

But he beat you to it. He stopped what he was doing, sitting the gun down on the tray next to him and he trailed his fingers up over your belly. Lifting them up long enough to skip over your freshly inked skin and he put them down at your collarbone, skimming them to your chin and tilting your face toward him. You tried to put your arms around his neck but you forgot you were all tied up. Literally.

He smiled at the new light of this situation. "You're tied up." Draken's demeanor changed.

You looked into his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"You wanna be free or do you like it?" He said, tracing his fingers up and down your jawline.

"I like it." You blushed. "But I can't touch you. And that's kinda bumming me out." You laughed.

He leaned back, grabbed the scissors from the counter, and cut the ties, but he left them around your wrists. "You wanna touch me, y/n? You wanna play with my hair? My dick?"

You nodded and reached down to his pants. You cupped your hand around his bulge and squeezed it lightly. He moaned and you loved the sound of his voice. "I wanna do so much more than that, Draken. But … am I crazy for wanting this?" You laughed.

"Oh, you're definitely crazy, baby. An' that's just how I like it." He pushed you back against the chair and softly wrapped his lips around your pointed nipple and dragged his tongue over it.

You shifted in the seat and let out a small whimper. "Fuck that feels so good. I don't know if it's because you've been drilling on me all day or if I just really - I really want you, Draken." You pulled on his hair and he moaned again. He moved his hand up your leg and slipped it into your jeans, feeling how wet you were.

"Well, I guess I was right about something today, huh?" He laughed and unbuttoned your pants. He pulled them down just enough so he could get his fingers inside of you. "You wanna fuck me, y/n? Right here in my booth? You gonna let me fill you up - make you cum all over my cock."

You nodded, unable to form words.

He pulled his fingers out of you and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and sitting back on the edge of the table. He stroked himself a few times and looked back at you. "C'mon kitten, need this dick?"

You sat up and straddled him, holding your weight up enough so that he could slide himself into you. You let out a low moan as he filled you up, your pussy clenching around him. "Holy shit, you feel so fucking good," you moaned. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your breath all but stopped it's exchange with the space around you.

He started to move his hips and you rode him, rolling them and bouncing up and down on his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, feeling him moan into your mouth. His hands were at your waist, guiding you up and down and you felt so fucking good.

"Fuck, y/n, arch your back, stick your tits up, wan' 'em in my mouth." He said, his voice muffled by your chest. You leaned back, he pushed your breasts together and he latched onto them. Massaging them, sucking and biting on your nipples. You felt like you were in a dream, your body humming with pleasure and pain from the abused inches of your skin.

You slowed your movements to feel him better. His cock was hot and dragging against your walls so perfectly that you almost didn't want to cum. You didn't want this to ever stop. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and he moaned, his body tensing up as he came inside of you.

"Fuck, y/n, cum for me, cum all over this dick, baby." He moaned as you ground your hips against his, rubbing your clit against his abdomen. You let yourself go, your body tightening and releasing with the orgasm that washed over you.

You breathed heavily and leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. "Wow, Draken. I ... that was..." you trailed off.

He laughed, "It was, huh?"

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah. It was. But I really like your work." 

Your work? You thought. Why did you say that.

"My 'work'? That's what you like? Heh, well, I'm glad?" He chuckled, shaking his head softly. "I'd say the same for you but, I think that'd be weird since I just fucked you and you're still sitting on my dick." He pushed your hair away from your face and kissed you gently on the forehead. "But, you know, I do like your ‘work’, too. It's beautiful. And you're beautiful. And I can't wait to see the finished product." He said, smiling.

You smiled back and leaned in to kiss him again, this time on the lips. "Me too. I'm excited to see it." You blushed and slowly lifted yourself off of him, wincing as he slipped out of you. "God. I hate this part." You pouted.

"Me too, but I think I can make it better. I wanna take you out, y/n. Let me take you out?" He asked, getting up to put his pants back on.

You nodded, smiling. "I'd love that." You grabbed your bra and shirt and held them against your chest as you watched him walk back to the sink and start washing his hands.

"Deal. We should wait a few days after your tattoo has healed up before we go out. Don't wanna get it infected or anything." He laughed, drying his hands on a paper towel.

You laughed too and nodded in agreement. "Sounds good. I guess that gives me time to plan what I'm gonna do next." 

“Do next?” he asked zipping his black jeans and fastening his belt.

“Tattoo ideas … orrr …?” He spun you around by your shoulders and tipped your face up with his fingers.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve got more ideas.” You turned your back to him and he helped you fasten your bra around the wrapping.

“Would you laugh if I said both?” 

“No. I wouldn’t laugh. I’d say ‘when’?”

[grcetxt]

Fuck it we ball fanfic time. Gn reader x lars pinfield WOO

Okay WOO lmk if this is shit or ooc or anything, but im pretty happy with how this went :D its a little rushed, might redo it in the future idk. Also i made Y/N bit too much like me (northern) so watch out for that american readers SORRYYY. anwyays enjoy!

I am smart.

No don't laugh, I am, genuinely I am.

Maybe not in the way that others deem important, maybe not in the traditional sense, but I am bright.

Pinfield doesn't think so, the prick.

Every day I come into work, all smiling and welcoming, and what do I get in return? A roll of the eyes if I'm lucky.

Dickhead.

But I don't let him get to me, I love my job. My boss is chill, I love hanging out with Lucky, and the Spenglers seem nice! It's a good gig, really.

I'm the "PR guy" for Ghost Corps. Every time they fuck up and destroy a building or whatever I'm the one who covers it up. I'm a real smooth talker, 'gift of the gab' my mum used to call it.

The team needs me, I know that, they know that. Im crucial to the whole operation, the sole reason why that whiny mayor dude hasnt shut them down.

I'm the one who goes to press interviews, who goes on the radio or on TV. I'm the social media manager, I make videos, and post tweets, fuck I've even started a Ghostbusters youtube account! I deserve a raise honestly. #justiceforY/NthePRguy

I get on with everyone at work except for Pinfield, and I genuinely dont know why.

I've tried getting him to feature in videos, or explain the science of stuff to me so I can actually seem like I know what I'm talking about- but he just brushes me off.

Gary tries to reassure me about this on a daily basis. "Its nothing to do with you Y/N" he smiled one day, putting a hand on my shoulder and guiding me away from the busy scientist. "He doesnt really talk to anyone, he gets really passionate about his work"

"I get that, but there's no need for him to be a dick to me, he's got me thinking all kinds of shit honestly!" I replied, exhasperated "I've never done nowt to him"

Suddenly, Pinfield raised his head from his work, scrunching his eyebrows together. "thats a double negative" he commented, looking at me as if I was stupid. Great, It's the most he's ever spoken to me and its a fucking insult- atleast I think it is.

"you what?" I ask, making my way over to him despite Garys protests. I fold my arms, looking as menacing as i can (which ive been told isn't very menacing at all)

"I said its a double negative, if you've never done nothing then you must've done something" before I can reply, he adds onto the end "which you haven't, by the way. I dont know why you think that. I treat you the same as anyone else"

I can't explain why his answer bothers me so much, but it does. Why does he view me in the same way he views the others? That's hardly fair. I'm always welcoming to him, I make time out of my day to include him in things. I hate to admit it, but I genuinely admire him aswell. His love for all things paranormal, the way he gets so excited and proud when he gets to explain the science of ghost-catching to someone. It's oddly endearing.

I tell him as much (excpet for the stuff about him being endearing, he doenst need his ego inflated any more than it already is)

He looks confused, I've never seen him look like that- its weird. Arrogant? sure. Annoyed? when is he not bffr. Happy? Once or twice. But confused? Weird. This is the guy with all the answers, the smart one.

He thinks for a moment, before seemingly making a desision. He stands up with a small huff of exhasperation, and walks off.

As he goes past me, he grabs my arm, more gently than I thought he was capable of. Okay, i guess im coming too. Fun, roadtrip time.

He takes me out of the lab and down the corridor, into a relatively well lit small room.

"Well this is-" before i can speak properly, he cuts me off. Told you he was a prick.

"I dont understand you Y/N" he blurts out, looking at me, as if I'm some sort of specimin hes studying in the lab.

"Well good." I joke. I dont like the serious tone he's taking. Dont like how aware I am of his gaze. HATE the fact I can feel my cheeks burning. Gross. Pinfield is a dick, we've established this. Why the fuck am I BLUSHING because he's LOOKING at me? Bit embarassing, pull it together Y/LN.

He doenst like this though. He shakes his head, pacing around.

"No Y/N you dont get it. I understand everyone, sort of anyways. I've observed them, I can predict their reactions to things. I know what they're all like- but you're... I just dont understand! You're so happy and nice all the time, but you also get angry at stupid stuff, but never really properly angry? I cant make sense of it, genuinely. You've not done anything wrong, you can't do anything wrong. Thats frustrating too. It's like you're this perfect, beautiful person, and I've been trying to see flaws but I cant-" He rambles, speaking like hes just letting out one stream of constant thoughts. He seems stressed, poor guy.

I interupt him, grabbing his arm. "Hey, c'mon Pinfi- I- Lars. C'mon Lars. I'm not worth the stress mate" I try and reassure him, but that just agitates him more.

"See! That's just it! I've been horrible to you, I admit it. But you've kept trying with me! When I hurt my hand you were the one who bandaged it and put it in a sling"

(i had found him almost blacked out from the pain on the lab floor, even the memory of it sent a shiver down my spine)

"you were the only one that looked for me after we all nearly died fighting Garraka"

("Pinfield? Pinfield!? Oh my god, there you are! Thank fuck you're alright!" Okay maybe this tiny non-crush had been going on longer than i thought... christ)

"I dont like the thought of you hurt..." i muttered, embarrased. this definitely wasnt how i was expecting this conversation to go, fuck my life I was crushing on a nerdy scientist who defintely didn't like me back.

He stopped his pacing and walked over to me until the gap between us was non existant. He slowly, hesitantly, lifted his hand until he cupped my cheek.

"I don't like the thought of you upset because of me" he muttered, his voice low.

My heart completely stopped, my breath caught in my throat, was this happening? how was this happening? i swear this guy was like my mortal enemy not even 5 minutes ago. so many revelations were bieng made today...

I decided to be bold, why not? fuck it, i've got nothing to loose at this point.

I leaned in so our noses just grazed eachother, looking at him, really genuinely looking at him. his soft blue eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. Not pierce through it, like some weird blue eyed fuckers i knew, but looked. gently, tenderly, as if he was looking at everything i ever had been, or would be. like i was something beautiful, something to be treaured.

It made me want to sob at the thought. god, how disgustingly sweet.

"make up for it then" i whispered, the tension so thick i could cut it with a knife.

I'd planned on being the one to make the forst move, but apparently, that was all that Lars needed.

He kissed me. His soft lips pressed against mine, sotfly, tenderly, tentatively.

I could feel the anxiety radiating off of him, so i quickly reciprocated. More eagerly than i owuldve liked- but oh well.

I could feel his hand resting on my waist, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. It all felt so tender, so raw, not at all how i thought it would be.

I felt like a teenager again, and couldnt resist letting out a small giggle, making Lars pull away. He looked confused again, making me laugh once again.

"What?" he aksed, a sort of amused smile on his face.

"Nothing- sorry. Nothing at all. Just thinking of how fuming mums gonna be when i tell her ive got a posho for a boyfriend"

"I am NOT posh!"

"you are a littleee"

"I AM NO- wait- boyfriend?"

"oh shit didnt mean to say that bi-"

he cut me off with another kiss, this one much more confident.

It felt like a million fireworks were going off in my head, oh I could definetly get used to this feeling. This war, sweet, happy feeling. My senses were flooded with everything Lars. His taste, his smell, his touch.

I felt like I was learning to live again.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Gaahhhhh im so happy (and also proud?) for you!!! and i wanna join in on the celebration!!! so maybe either Prompt 12, Law, Fluff Prompt 4 or Prompt 16, Ace, Multipurpose Prompt 8 please❤

Warnings: Law reading your diary/dream journal, invasion of privacy

Word Count: 1030

     He wasn’t the kind of person to go through another’s personal things, especially not things like a diary or journal. So why was he reading yours? Why did his eyes flit across the page in interest, taking in every word as if it were a medical textbook? Part of him felt at least a little better that it was just a dream journal and not your most secret, deepest, darkest thoughts, but at the same time, he was still reading something private, something he shouldn’t be reading. Hell, it had been hidden under your mattress! Slamming it shut, he leaned back in his office chair, staring at the journal. His fingers tapped on the arm of his chair as he stared at it, his eyes narrowing before ripping it back open, quickly starting back up where he’d left off. It was wrong, he shouldn’t be reading this, it was private, he kept shouting at himself, willing himself to close the journal again. Sneaking back into your room, he stuffed it back where it belonged before hurrying back to his office. 

     It was a few days later that he found himself pouring over the contents of your journal, mentally berating himself as he read. Your dreams had been getting interesting, dreams about him… a lot of dreams about him. They’d started so simply, he’d show up for a brief second or two while you were dreaming about petting a field of tiny Bepo’s or he’d guide you on how to steer the ship while you panicked because you’d never steered the ship before like some sort of test you hadn’t studied for. But now he was holding you close as you cuddled on a beach, you were feeding him onigiri, oddly in the shape of bread, and he was giving you gifts! The latest had been the most… interesting? Weird? Embarrassing? You’d been in his office, gently caressing his shoulders, running your hands over his tattoos, hands making their way down to gently run your fingers over the letters on his knuckles. You’d placed your hands on his chest, hands running over the tattoo there as you pressed your lips against his, he’d wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he kissed you back, the dream had ended rather abruptly there, leaving the poor doctor rather frustrated. He wanted to read more! He needed to! It was the only way he could live out his fantasy of kissing you! The thought had him freezing, eyes wide as he stared down at your now closed journal… his… what?! He slowly ‘shambles’ed your journal back to your room, staring at the blank replacement journal he often left in its place while he read your dream journal. His brain continued trying to process what had just gone through his head, finally standing up. He had to find you, he didn’t know what he was going to say to you, but he had to find you. It took him a while to find you and he honestly wasn’t sure if he was thankful for that or not. It had given him at least some time to try and figure things out, to try and come to terms with what he was doing. On the other hand, he’d really wanted to talk to you sooner rather than later.

     “Captain! Is there anything I can do for you?” you asked cheerily, giving him your usual smile. Fuck he loved the smile.

     “I need to talk to you.” he said simply, your smile falling as you gave him a concerned look. Had you done something wrong? Was there something he needed? Perhaps something was wrong with the crew?

     “I… alright, is everything okay, captain?” you asked, tilting your head to the side in that oh so adorable way you did sometimes.

     “Fine, just come with me, I’d like to talk in private.” he said, leading you down the halls of the Polar Tang. You were really worried now, why did he want to talk to you in private? Why did he seem more standoffish than usual? Biting your lip, you entered his office, the room only serving to put you more on edge. 

     “Captain, if I did something wrong I’m sorry, I-” “You didn’t do anything wrong.” he said, only confusing you more. 

     “Clearly you don’t know why I asked you to come here…” Law took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, “I… know about your feelings for me.” he said, looking away as his cheeks turned pink. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment. He knew? How did he know? Had you been that obvious? Maybe someone on the crew had told him. You swallowed hard, not sure what to say, what could you say? He was probably uncomfortable that one of his crew members thought of him in such a way! Your mind came to a screeching halt when you felt his lips pressed against yours, his hand cupping your cheek. Closing your eyes, you let yourself lean into the kiss, hesitantly returning it as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling back, you stared at him in a daze for a moment.

     “Wh-I… I don’t think I understand.” you said softly, staring into his eyes. Law chuckled and smirked, his hand still on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

     “Isn’t it obvious, Y/N? I love you. It’s as simple and terrifying as that.” he said, making your eyes widen. He loved you? He felt the same way about you as you did about him? Your silence had him internally panicking. Had he read things wrong? Did you not actually like him? Had they just been really bizarre dreams?

     “I… love you too.” you said softly, thankfully calming him down. He was pretty sure he’d been about to have a heart attack with how it had been pounding and clenching at the same time, “What gave me away?” you asked, biting your lip nervously, only to have the man chuckle.

     “Sorry, doctor’s secret.” he said, making you pout. Still, being able to hold him like this, you couldn’t complain too much, he loved you, what more could you ask for?

[smoosnoom]

Hello!! I’ve been a fan of your fics for a while and I was wondering what your writing process is like? I haven’t written a fic in ages and I honestly miss it, so I was wondering how you tend to get started or find inspo :^)

u are so kind hello thank u so much i am glad u enjoy the things i write !!!! it means the world :D !!!

hmmm . i actually havent been writing any fics as of late but thtas mostly been for how stressed and busy i have been . but !!! i can tell u that my process is very much . a lack of one . i write oddly and strangely and i am a mess about it . i usually write a few lines in a scene and jump around from one part to another, wherever i feel my mind leaning towards i tend to go there and feed it ! its not very much a process as it is an . experience .

however, if im very much intentionally trying to get started on a fic i usually just . open up a doc and write the first sentence that pops up in my head . it doesnt matter if it is the most mundane and uninteresting thing, because the first draft is very rarely perfect . the main goal is to have something written down, because if u keep going, then that one mundane sentence builds up to create a showstopping paragraph and thats where u get the most motivation and satisfaction !!! so id say if ur very caught up with urself and thinking that nothing ur writing is good enough and u keep backspacing and have urself stuck in the same spot, then just . keep writing . keep going forward even if its grueling and absolutely terrible . after u have dug urself a tunnel out of that hole, u can go back and make it a proper staircase . u just need to get to where u want to be, and once u are satisfied or content, u can go back and fix what u want

if u find urself unable to do that, then i say seek out other media that really entices or evokes emotion in u . nothing (in my opinion) is as inspiring as a good piece of fiction or art or music or dance ! listen to music u wouldnt usually listen to or check out a friends movie recommendation, just try to push yourself out of the usual things you watch or read or listen to on repeat . taking the time to listen to something new and finding one good song that sticks with me for three weeks is the kind of stuff that has me writing 4 fics in one month !!!

anyway . i hope some of this was helpful or useful at all, if none of it was or if i just . didnt do a very good job of answering ur question, then let me know :) and the most important part of the writing process is just that, to write !!! write whatever it is, and if ur stuck in a block or arent proud of anything ur writing, then write the first thing in ur brain ! if u dont like that either, then thats fine !! just keep going until u find a rhythm . and if u dont, try again and again and again ! i am a firm believer in that trying makes all the difference . is that too cliche idk ! but i think its true

so . anywho . please let me know if any of this is actually useful to u :) id love to know how it goes, and please feel free to drop by with an update or anything !! thank u for the ask !!!!

[gfguren]

amber!!! am dropping by to wish you a weekend that is full of light and love 🥹🫧💗

i am back w my curious sel glassies 🤓 (pls feel free not to answer if uncomfy) — what’s a habit you’re most proud of? what habit of katsuki’s is one you admire?

sellie!!! light and love, pls you're sooooo sweet!! 💕 and omg pls my good habits are so few and far between aksjdhfjh! but! i guess im pretty decent at picking up after myself?? i don't let things pile up, like? i finish eating - immediately put the plate in the sink, i take a book out - put it right back where i found it when im done, those kinds of things?

but with bakugou!!

ah! this is such a fun question, i think about mundane things like this for him all the time. i feel like bakugou has such good habits, king of going to sleep on time, king of sticking to his routines, king of having his shit together - i think it just comes naturally to him and honestly, i'm terribly jealous lol.

i've said he could fix me before as a joke but askjdfhs i'm lowkey highkey serious abt it - i feel like his habits would rub off on you just from being around him.

you forget to eat? good luck with that when he's being noisy as shit in the kitchen - morning, noon and night, makes better food than some 5 star restaurants - at some point, you're stomach starts growling at the sound of pots and plans clinking, almost on command, like you've been conditioned. you struggle with keeping a schedule? good thing he has a great memory and absolutely no qualms about nagging you six ways to sunday.

oh, you're a night owl? not anymore, suddenly you're awake at 6am on a saturday, of your own volition - you're not sure how it happened, when the switch flipped and you began lazily dragging yourself out of bed along side him. maybe it was when you grew familiar with the katsuki shaped warmth beneath your comforter, followed after it when he shuffled out of bed each morning to steam up the bathroom mirror - sometimes he lets you join him, most times you sit on the counter and listen to him grumble about all the things he has to do that day.

or maybe it was because he'd made it a point to kiss you goodbye whenever you bothered to wake up on time, eventually the rest of your day began feeling wrong if he didn't - like it became a habit itself. more than likely though, it's because that's just the way bakugou is, hot temper and can-do attitude so incredibly frustrating at times, but also oddly invigorating. when he says he'll do something, he does it - makes you think it really is just that easy. (it isn't of course) as much as he tries to convince you that it is - but it does make you want to try.

and as for the habit i most admire! i think one of his most admirable habits (to me!) is how well prepared he is. bakugou is always thinking ahead, prepared for anything, always and (as good as he is at coming up with solutions on the fly) i feel like he would never leave the house unprepared or ill-equipped. of course this applies to his work life - lays his costume and equipment out before bed, eats a healthy breakfast each morning so it doesn't affect his performance on patrol, etc.

but it also translates to his home life and relationships. like? you're on your way to spend a night out with him, and you already know he's headed for the closet, off to grab a coat for himself (and for you), even if it's mid summer, even if the weather is fine - because what if it gets cold, and what if the car breaks down, and what if both of your phones stop working - and you laugh at him sometimes, because it does feel a bit ridiculous, his overthinking, his over-planning, how he makes sure you leave 30 minutes early, and triple checks the locks before you leave for real.

but sometimes, you do find yourself in a pickle, and you're so thankful for him being the way that he is.

you nick yourself on something while the two of you are out, and before you have a chance to react, he's slipping a band-aid from his jacket pocket, shuffling it into your hands, grumbling something about it being a coincidence when you shoot him a big, heart-eyed look - little do you know, it's not a coincidence at all, that he'd been sure to grab a handful of them each time the two of you left the house since that time, months ago, when you cut yourself on something you can't even recall, don't seem to remember, but he does.

that's just the way he is, takes note when something goes awry, and plans accordingly so it doesn't happen again. you're a bit clumsy with your hands? he's ordering extra straws and napkins when you eat out. you blistered your feet last time you wore 'those' heels? he's stuffing a pair of your trainers in the trunk the next time, and every time after you decide to wear them. it's just so sweet and thoughtful! even if it basically becomes muscle memory at some point! idk idk it just makes me feel really full thinking about it!!!

askjdhfsjfh anyway! ty for giving me an excuse to gush abt him sel!!!! i hope your week is absolutely lovely and filled with more writing inspiration than you know what to do with!! 💓💕❤

[purpleyoonn]

Ok. That makes so much sense!!! Now that i think about it, Ethereal mc owns a bookstore!!! Wow. That’s pretty on brand of you and i love it!!!

Honestly though, thank you. For writing and sharing your works with us. Music and reading is what keeps me from getting stuck in my head and having thoughts of…not being around anymore, because i look forward to your updates soo much. Really, you and a handful of other writers are my biggest motivation to keep breathing.

you know what, I kind of forgot ethereal mc runs the bookstore. like so many of my mc's ive thought of have some kind of career or interest in books or writing, which I guess I pretty on brand for me😂

no, thank you for being so sweet all the time and continuing to share with me how much my writing helps you. it give me motivation to continue writing and posting. that's like, the one thing I wanted when I started posting. reading helped me through to much and I wanted to be able to do that for others.

you know what, oddly enough, my favorite book series has a main characters who loves poetry and reading, always quoting books and writing quotes on her walls and ceilings. the other main character's parents were writers. omg it makes so much sense😭😂

just know I know how you feel, ive gone through many times where ive wanted to end it all. depression is such a weird and difficult state to recognize and heal from that sometimes you need external hope and love to get out of it. im proud of you for finding what helps you and using it. not a lot of people are able to do that.

[jervis-tetch-my-beloved]

For the emoji ask thing; 🙃 🎧 🐰 👖

Also so sorry to hear you've been down and out lately, it's a super shitty feeling that I hate you're experiencing. It takes time but it gets better.

But know for sure that I absolutely adore you. You're super open minded, supportive, and just a lovely human being. It's okay if it doesn't sink in just yet, or you doubt it but know that it's true.

Also also I haven't stopped thinking about your Gotham Jervis fic since you posted it. I'm all for the deep dive you took into his inner psyche and emotions, absolutely amazing! I can only hope I get even a smidgen of a grasp on him as you do!

Take it easy and love ya!

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

Aghhhh idk

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

Earbuds! I’m scared of other people listening to my music and judging me, and sometimes when you play music loudly on headphones you can heard the music leaking out.

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

What they say to your face, cause if your confident enough to insult me to my face im afraid of what you say when I can’t hear you.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

Oddly enough, Jeans in public.

Thank you for your kind words, I didn’t know anybody would actually read my little rant, and especially no one would take their time to send nice messages. It means a lot that your liked that, I was rally proud of it and that specific fic didn’t get as much attention as I’d like it to, which I’m sure you know can be very de-motivating.

But people saying they liked it and giving like feedback and stuff honestly means the world to me that you liked it. I never really thought about it being a deep dive into him, I just want him to, be normal about me. It was a daydream I’ve had for awhile and I thought it was finally time to write it all down.

I just have a good grasp on him cause I’m kinda obsessed with him. He’s baby to me. Wife man.

[thedamagedwriter00]

the text i wish i could send you

im sorry. i don't know why i feel the way i do. i don't mean to make you unhappy because i cannot control my sadness. what i want to say is that im sorry im a terrible girlfriend, im sorry i can't seem to make you happy no matter what i do. im sorry the distance between us is so far. im sorry i was born the way i am with tired eyes and an exhausted mind and a heart that tells me no one can truly see me. i want to say that ill be better. that i wont ruin anymore of your days or nights. i want to say that i can flip a switch and just be happy and be the girl you always wanted. i want to say that you deserve better than me, and honestly thats probably true. i want to say that at 23 years old i know how to manage all of my emotions. but what i want to say, does not give what i NEED to say any justice at all. what i need to say is that i feel unwanted. unloveable. not myself. tired. scared. lost. but more than anything i need to say why am i not good enough? i can feel my heart breaking, crack by crack. you don't text me in the mornings anymore, even though without fail i text you every morning, or really you dont text me much at all. you don't call me pet names. you dont compliment me. and most days, i can convince myself that i dont need any of that. you buy me games just so i can feel included in what you play with your friends, you let me vent when i need to, you tell me you're proud of me. i love you for all of those things (and so many more). things between us are so amazing in person and part of me just wants to blame the distance between us. the universe was cruel when it put us so far apart, but that also made me feel like we were given this amazing opportunity to be with our soulmates, no matter how far apart we were. oddly enough, right now i feel even further. i dont know if its me being in my head, or if im gaslighting myself. i always felt we could get through anything life throws at us, and i still feel that way. i never want you to go anywhere. i know i can be better, im just afraid to tell people how i feel so i keep it in until it keeps building up and building up until i explode. i really dont want you to leave. we've been together for over 2 years, you are the light of my life. im sorry for everything. but if you decided to leave, i wouldnt blame you. i dont want to be stuck with me either.

[1d1195]

HAHAH OMG I love that you tell your bf you’ve known Harry longer than him! I mean you’re not wrong?! And not 1D in your collage?! Honestly love that lol but aww omg it’s so cute that your classroom also has a bit of Harry too! I bet it’s adorable!

I love target too! I love spending there and it’s oddly relaxing for me even though in others stores I’m fighting for my life lol

Also HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW PICS OF HARRY?! He just looks so good 😭

Omg I use to LOVE Lizzie McGuire growing up and I would obsess over the Lizzie McGuire movie! And I was so down bad for Chad Michael Murray in Freaky Friday like he made my head spin as a child lol and I heard Noah on the radio the other day and I immediately thought of you! Also idk if you saw or anything but didn’t Noah cover Falling by Harry on an insta live??? I think I saw a clip of it??

I would say my music taste isn’t that broad or diverse soley bc once I find something I like I stick with it lol like the hyper fixating lasts a while lol or sometimes it’s just really obscure artists lol But I would say some of my faves would be Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey, The Marias, Laufey, Lorde and lately I have been obsessed with the song Tell it to my Heart by Taylor Dayne! I probably have more but like I said it’s just all over the place! Oh and there are some other artists that I listen too in Spanish! And I often listen to instrumental/classical music lol ITS A LOT lol

The dentist is a scary place and plus who wants a stranger looking in your mouth like?! I don’t blame you! But yay be proud of your growth!!! Even being a little less scared and more okay going to the dentist is such a win!! Also I didn’t know that 🐱 anon was responsible for the inspo of MADE TO BE, NEIGHBORS AND LIEK ZIPPER?!?!? THQTS SO WILD?!? But honestly so cool! I love all those stories so much!

And I could NEVER mind bestie! Literally do whatever you please!

And I’m sorry I didn’t reply sooner :( the universe HATES ME! Yesterday took my math final(that was something lol) and i had happened to get my period early :( AND I THINK IM GETTING SICK??😭 very sad honestly bc im not even done with all my exams :( ANWAYS the only plus side of yesterday was this hot guy who sat next to me and we got talking a bit 😌

i hope you’re okay! You know I always love talking with you!!!!

ALSO I SAW THE DING POST AND IM VERY EXCITED!!!!-💜

I literally have 4x6 photos of him on my wall at school and my students (who are INSANE and don't know who Harry is) at the beginning of the year are like "is that your bf?" and I usually tell them "in my head, yes" and point out the pics of my actual bf and they're like "he looks like Harry" and I'm "yeah, I have a type 🤭"

I would get married in the Starbucks at Target. That would be my ideal venue. For a honeymoon we would go to the clothing section.

I'll have to check out that song! and I totally know what you mean about diverse music tastes. I also stick to pretty much the same three things I really had to dig in the archives of my brain to get that info out for you.

Oh yes! 🐱 is my biggest Made to Be supporter! That's how I "met" her! I think she helped me continue the story--at least the last five parts minimum. Neighbors was entirely her premise and I just ran with it! One of the Zipper Extras I was totally stuck on and I think she had the idea of where I needed to go. She's a wealth of knowledge and help whenever I need it most 💕

I DID SEE THE PICS OF HIM. THIS version of him is the star of Ding 😊 He's delicious. So effortlessly beautiful I could scream. I'm glad you like the idea of Ding, I'm excited about it!

That's my bad bestie, we must have synced up via our telepathic connection. What a series of unlucky events on St. Patty's weekend no less. A math final, your period, and illness. You should get a lottery ticket, sounds like you'll hit it big. BUT A HOT GUY DO TELL MORE

I hope the rest of your finals go smoothly and I hope that you feel better ASAP. I'm doing alright. I need a mental health day. I'm spreading myself too thin but I don't think I'm going to get a real break until next next Friday the 29th 😭 but we'll see. Maybe I'm just being extra.

thanks for sending a message even when you're not feeling well. I hope the math final wasn't too bad, I would have given you all my good math vibes if I knew ahead of time but I'll do it retroactively just the same!

xoxo

[the59er]

2nd - 6th May

2nd May 2023, Tuesday Listening: The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness, The National

Was browsing for M's gift and D and I decided on a cute bag which honestly if I were to yolo, Id get one for myself too, but in black.

Speaking of bag.. I did an unboxing of my new kangaroo bao bao few days ago, lol.

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3rd May 2023, Wednesday Listening: Telephone, Annie Taylor

WIO. Ganti puasa attempt day 2. This time around zuls joined me hehe. We buka puasa @ LTK.

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4th May 2023, Thursday Listening: Golden Girls, Devendra Banhart

PH because of Wesak. I can't remember what we had for lunch? But I remember going to Gardens to get M's bag.

Zuls spent me gong cha, ahhhh I havent had their winter melon tea in ages, thank you! ❤️

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5th May 2023, Friday Listening: Smile, Télépopmusik

Last night I had a dream that I bumped into Nunu inside an elevator and it was oddly calming to find him alright even though it was from a dream. But I really do hope he’s okay.

Anyway, my face suffered yet another relapse and I broke down. Today was one of those days when I just couldn't deal.

The older I get, my self-confidence gets lesser. Why must I care what other people think, right? BUT I DO. I would love it if my family or my partner feels proud to have someone pretty but I know Im not, so I totally understand their indifference. Though I still wish I can be that "pretty daughter" or "pretty girlfriend".

It's ok, self. I think I have other qualities I guess.

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6th May 2023, Saturday Listening: No One Loves Me and Neither Do I, Them Crooked Vultures

McD morning. Parents left for a wedding out of state. Groceries. Cleaned the house. Prepped my bolognaise for tomorrow's "party".

After dins, went to BV and bought remaining necessities and happy things for myself.

Chin up, buttercup.

[toadcircus]

forever thankful that testosterone unleashed my curly hair. unfortunately I have the same kind of hair as my mother. dead straight in some places and ringlets in others. almost all my hair is straight but around my face its all curls and flicks which looks like i started styling it then gave up

[deadwriter16]

hello and welcome to me analyzing the hell out of this panel from 326 for absolutely no reason!

i dunno i just think this is a great photo. im only looking at the picture because i have absolutely no clue what the words say, and because a picture says a thousand words and all that.

anyway i'm not gonna focus on all of the panel because i think most of it is just 1-A being badass, but i am going to focus on the front row: bakugou, deku, todoroki, iida, and uraraka.

going from least to most important to the panel:

uraraka: why is she so far back? i don't know. it could be height, it's probably just height. but i also think it could be because after her honestly groundbreaking speech, the focus is off her. it's not often a character gets 2 and a half chapters to themselves unless you're deku or a fight scene. uraraka's moment was so unlike anything a bnha girl has gotten before, and it was amazing to see her finally be a symbol of hope. but the thing about hope is that it kind of lurks in the sidelines, like how it's at the bottom of Pandora's Box. It only comes out when it's needed, and is otherwise a support pillar. so uraraka stays closer to the back, there for support when she's needed. a lot like her general role in the manga, a hero for heroes.

iida: i honestly think this is also just height. seriously, i am reading way to deep into this panel and i know that. but analyzing is super fun. this last arc has been about Class 1-A especially supporting deku and bringing him back from the brink of vigilantism, that fine line between hero and villain (from a pro's perspective, of course). in actuality hero and villain are extremely blurred lines, something that iida, actually, showed us during the stain arc. and when he reached his hand out to deku, it was like he was becoming an ingenium he could be proud of. and iida's continued holding deku's hand, leading him through the crowd of civilians and being there for him. so iida gets to be closer to deku, since he's one of deku's biggest guiding hands right now, and a guiding hand for all of class 1-A.

todoroki: we got a bit of light shining on how all might is doing, and we've gotten some snippets of todoroki and his team and how they're going to start their search for and fight against dabi. todoroki gets that spot just behind deku because, and i think i've said this before, i believe he's going to start getting some more focus in these next arcs. he’s also fixing his gloves, like he’s getting ready for a fight, or for some time in the spotlight. the dabi/touya journey and todoroki, endeavor, and hawks' search for him has barely even started. i think there's going to be a bit of focus on that, and hopefully also on todoroki himself. he hasn't really had a moment with deku, he's been oddly absent in the last arc. he's the only one of deku's closest friends who didn't get some kind of bigger moment with him. and i think that's because his time is coming. whether it's with deku or not, todoroki is going to get some well-deserved time in the spotlight soon. im almost sure of it.

bakugou: oh my god this is the one i am reading the way too deepest into. but i cannot get over how he looks in this picture. i've been rereading manga chapters recently and when horikoshi said he'd handle bakugou with care he really fucking did. bakugou looks so much softer in the manga than in the anime, the care given by both HK and deku really shows. and bakugou is especially soft these days. he's calmer now, a simple pillar of strength for deku to lean on whenever he gets tired. someone deku can always count on when he needs help. and most importantly, i am praying that it's not just a coincidence that bakugou's hand is open, palm up, and outstretched. the same way deku once held his hand out to bakugou, tried to show bakugou that he doesn't have to be strong all the time, that he can ask for help, lean on people sometimes. and now bakugou is the one telling that to deku, reminding him that he is not alone. bakugou's hand is outstretched, standing at deku’s shoulder, backing away from the spotlight he used to believe he was under and simply waiting for deku to talk to him when he's ready. because bakugou’s ready, reaching out his hand, waiting for deku to take it.

and finally, deku: first of all, he took a bath. kaminari is doing a victory dance in the background. the fandom is rejoicing. he finally took a bath and now he's back to being a clean adorable boy. deku is the one person i'm sure i'm not reading into. he's posing in the way he always used to in the beginning of the manga, face determined and hand in a fist at his chest. that's how we know our deku is back. he's back to putting his plus ultra effort into everything, going back to being just as determined as he was in the beginning of a manga. deku is a hero now, and he's finally starting to accept help from people and become the symbol of peace he's always been meant to be. he's finally realizing that he doesn't have to be strong for everyone just because he's all might's successor. all might couldn't be strong for everyone, either, as we've seen in this chapter. so deku puts his hand back into a fist, the determined look is back in his eyes, and he is ready for whatever comes next, with all of his friends at his back.

lastly, i want to point out that all might is directly between bakugou and deku. deku is in front, bakugou is at his shoulder, and all might is between them. it's as if the panel is pinpointing just who deku's heroes are, the ones who are standing behind him and will always have his back. the one who turned him into a hero from nothing, and the one who he can turn to when he needs his own hero. bakugou is deku's amazing person, closer to him than even all might, right at his shoulder. his image of victory. and all might is both of their heroes, in between and behind both of them, a hero from far away. all might stands victorious behind them. in some ways this panel is deku with all his heroes: uraraka, iida, Class 1-A, and of course his personal heroes, the closest ones to his heart, bakugou and all might.

deku’s image of strength and victory, and the number one hero who always saves everyone.

deku (win to save) and his heroes: kacchan (win) and all might (save)

and all might (winning and saving), and the two boys who admire him: deku (saving, win to save), and kacchan (winning, save to win).

point is, i've been doing too much AP Lang and I can't stop analyzing things. absolutely obsessed with this panel. to all the people who actually read all of this, thank you for reading my incoherent english-teacher style rants. im sure most of this panel was about height and what looked pretty, but there had to be some symbolism in there too.