#im so curious to learn more about that floor in general

[creative-shine]

Lewis saying he's there to save lou + Louise and I didn't believe that, of course this man actually wants to "save her" by bring her into the cult. Christopher is such an interesting character I want to know exactly what he's trying to achieve. I also love how Lewis is like "Edward's still brainwashed it's hard to undo unified" meanwhile he's got a whole other type of brainwashing going on with worshiping Christopher

[softpine]

I just remembered you haven't seen Twilight but I'm going to ask anyway! Do you know what teams your characters would be? Like team Edward or Team Jacob? Oh! Actually I'm also curious what Fandoms would they be in? I recent realized im a Bielieber

oh i have seen the first twilight movie!! i just wasn't a fan. but it was my best friend's favorite series so i do know a lot about it! was anyone actually team jacob? he's like gale in the hunger games. the only reason anyone would actually prefer them is because they're Not the main love interest (sorry to any galeheads out there...)

anyway now i want to imagine what fandoms each of them would be in, so:

🎭 caroline: well, she's a great artist and a monster fucker.. i don't think i have to spell out what she was doing online fjkjsdsj and she loved comic books as a kid, so i feel like at the start of the MCU madness she was really hype and then she got more and more angry with the state of things

💬 beth: she's written some star trek fanfiction more highly researched than her master's thesis and she loved nsync because what is a baby dyke without her emotional support boy band / comphet crushes

🎸 danny: music is the obvious answer, but i'm not familiar with musical history so i can't go into detail 😭 but his dad introduced him to bob dylan and taught him how to play guitar, then he learned piano, then he taught himself how to produce his own music from scratch. this was in the 90s btw so it wasn't very easy to learn. also he used to seriously follow skateboarding

⛅ mikaela: she loved old school country music from female artists like tanya tucker, reba mcintire, loretta lynn, etc. she's less interested in modern country but she looooves shania twain. and she's worked nights (first as a bartender, then a nurse) for most of her life, so she got really into daytime soaps

🌲 asa: he's literally the only one on this list where i'm like...... stumped. he doesn't pay attention to anything online, celebrities, music (he'll listen to whatever), movies (doesn't care), could never commit to watching a whole tv show, etc. he's very floaty and daydreamy? lmao he just doesn't have the headspace to get attached to fictional media like that

🎥 finn: we know he's always been a harrison ford fan boy and in any universe where he survives past the 80s he's a huge nirvana fan!! (if he and jules had a son, they would've named him kurt... he's deeply serious) he's also read every stephen king book that came out while he was alive. he was a big reader in general, particularly horror

🧸 stevie: canon seth rogen super fan, has seen every adam sandler movie (every last one of them) and i knowww she knows the fnaf lore... as soon as she finishes a show/movie she likes to find the weirdest fan art to terrorize her followers. also loves musicals and wants to see cats on broadway someday (a girl can dream)

🎀 elaine: she loves following celebrity news but she watches them like animals in the zoo; ie. she's observing from afar, she has no personal stake in them. she's a frequent flyer on gossip forums like fauxmoi. she was on the ground floor of lipstickgate and was SEATED for dramageddon. and she had a serious twilight phase

🎨 jada: SOMEONE on this list had to get assigned supernatural... i'm not saying it just to say it, i really think she would connect with (early seasons) sam what with the dead mom... fear of losing their humanity... having powers they don't understand... a hot girl manipulating them to use their abilities in sketchy ways... yeah. i'm sure she has favorite contemporary artists (painters specifically) that she'd be able to talk about on end but sadly i don't know anything about that world 😭 oh and she's kind of obsessed with hate-reading booktok books to feel alive

🏈 casper: sports count as fandoms and i don't want to hear a word about it!! his team is the patriots but he's kind of a fairweather fan (maine doesn't have an nfl team so he doesn't have that state loyalty factor). miley cyrus is his problematic fave forever but he's kind of a pop girlie in general

💋 coco: in high school she was a speedcuber if that gives you an idea of what we're working with here.... she grew up with pokemon, naruto, dragon ball z, she collected trading cards, etc. she still likes anime and video games and stuff, she just doesn't have the time to get invested like she used to, and it makes her sad because it reminds her of her late best friend liam. she makes time to play fortnite and minecraft with his little brother and she plays other games on twitch sometimes. has done a LOT of cosplay. she's a huge nerd basically

[trashartgalleries]

This is the second chapter from a story I'm working on (I'm currently writing chapter 4) and I'd like to know what you think (please be kind to me TTwTT) 😀:

         “Drok's been spacing out all day,” one of the Orc warriors whispers to the other, both their eyes on their captain. He staring up at the sky with his arms crossed and his thoughts on what happened yesterday.

 “A Human? What the hell’s that?”

Vittorio puts his hands on his hips, “I’m not too sure myself; I’m… still learning about the world I’ve been brought in to.”

Drok crosses his arms, “Are you by yourself? Surely you have others like you.”

The shorter slowly blinks as he averts his gaze, a sad expression on his face.

“No.”

“The Gods sure are cruel to only make Vittorio and no one else.” Drok said mentally, “How’s he supposed to reproduce and build up his kind if it’s just him? I wonder where he wandered off to after we talked.”

“Oi, Drok. Chief Magub’s coming this way.”

The Orc captain snaps out of his thoughts after hearing his older brother’s name, standing up to properly greet him.

“Brother,” Magub puts a hand on Drok’s shoulder, “come with me for a second.”

~

         “Why’re we in the dungeons?” Drok asked as he followed Magub down the steps.

“Someone picked up the scent of an outsider and followed it to find.” He gestures towards a cell, “This.”

Drok’s eyes widened in shock when he saw Vittorio lying against the stone floor with his hands chained behind his back.

“Chief Magub.” The wise mother looks at him, “I don’t sense any bloody magic comin’ from ‘im, and his scent’s nothin’ like an Elf’s. It’s… unfamiliar to me. What shall we do with ‘im?”

Magub, “Kill ‘im-.”

Drok, “Wait!”

Everyone in the room blinks twice when Drok hurries to stand in front of the iron bars, “We’d be exterminatin’ new if we kill ‘im!”

Magub knits his eyebrows together, “What are you takin’ about, brother?”

“Don’t.” Drok heard Vittorio faintly plea. The Orc captain clenches his fists before choosing his words carefully, “This man is a very tall Dwarf, nothin’ more!”

The wise mother slowly blinks, “But his scent’s nothin’ like Dwarf’s.”

Drok perks up, “And you also said that it’s nothin’ like an Elf’s so we shouldn’t kill ‘im! I’ll keep an eye on ‘im!”

Magub crosses his arms as he raises a curious eyebrow, “You sure about this, brother?”

“I’m dead serious; he’ll serve me as my servant.”

Magub thinks for a moment then nods, “Alright, I trust your judgement on this, Drok. ‘ere,” he tosses something in the air, “use the keys to free ‘im, and be sure to keep a close eye on ‘im. I don’t need an Elf spy among my people.”

Drok watches his brother and the wise mother leave the dungeon before turning to unlock the cell stepping inside.

“Before I unlock those cuffs, look me in the eyes ‘nd tell me you’re not an Elf in disguise.”

Vittorio lifts his head, “I don’t even know what an Elf is.”

The Orc examines the Human’s facial expression before moving to free his wrists, sitting down next to the smaller as he rubs them.

“I’d love to free you completely, but my brother’s suspicious of you. For the time bein’ you and I are gonna be spendin’ a lot of time together.”

Vittorio sighs as he sits on his ass, “I understand… just…,” he looks at Drok, “can I have three days to myself each month?”

Drok tilts his head, “What for?”

“I can’t tell you.”

The larger huffs, “And why’s that?”

The smaller huffs back, “Because I just can’t.”

Drok huffs again then pats Vittorio’s head, “Fine; I’ll respect ya privacy.”

The Human blushes softly at the sudden act of physical affection, timidly averting his gaze as the Orc rubs his hand from side to side. He moves his hand back, “Before I can show ya around, and take ya to my place, the wise mother has to find out what ya are.”

“As in… my race?”

“Nah, ya second gender.” Drok scoffs as he rolls his eyes, “It’s somethin’ the Elves discovered a few generations back, but everyone has a second gender.”

Vittorio tilts his head curiously, “Second… gender?”

“You really don’t know anythin’, do ya?”

The shorter shakes his head no.

~

         Vittorio looks around the large hut curiously as Drok guides him towards the wise mother, “Brought him; let’s get this over with so I can get him settled at home.”

“Young man,” she lifts her hand at the large crystal ball next to her, “please touch this gem.”

Drok notices Vittorio take a cautious step back, looking down at him while placing a hand on his back in a supportive manner.

“It’s alright, Vittorio, it doesn’t hurt.”

The Human thought for a moment then turned to grab the Orc’s hand with his, the action taking Drok off guard. No one’s ever done something like this before, it made his heart jump into his throat.

He blushes softly as he allows the human to drag him forward with him, before the two stopped walking. Vittorio thinks for a moment then places his free hand on the round gem, his eyes widening when some wind gushes from it. His other hand tightens its grip on Drok as his breathing picks up a little, calming back down when the taller squeezed back.

Vittorio slowly moves his hand back then blinks twice when an unfamiliar symbol forms above the crystal from the wind it produced, unaware of the bewildered expressions on the wise mother’s and Drok’s face.

“An omega?” Drok asked in disbelief, his eyes widening as far as they could go when he realized something. That’s why Vittorio asked for three days out of the month when he could be alone, to deal with his heat.

“What are you?” the wise mother asked as she cups her hand against the Human’s cheeks, “You’re a man, correct?”

“Yes,” Vittorio answers, blinking as his head is cocked in different directions. Drok looks at him, “But you’re also an omega; male omegas aren’t real!”

Vittorio, “I don’t know what that is. All I know is that three days each month my ass gets wet, and my body gets hot, and I can’t move around much. I pee standing up and I shit sitting down.”

The wise mother thinks for a moment then sighs, “How much don’t you know?”

Vittorio, “A lot; I’m… new to all this.”

She hums then moves her hands back before looking at Drok, “I would tell chief Magub to let him go, but he could be lyin’ about not knowin’ anthin’.”

Drok nods, “Then let’s give ‘im a year. If he truly knows nothin’ then we can let im’ go. If he’s lyin’, and he’s actually a spy from the Elven kingdom, then I’ll handle his execution.” “Very well, I’ll let the chief know of your choice.” She looks back at Vittorio, “For what it’s worth, welcome to the Orc Tribes.”

-

I wanted to combine the A/B/O dynamic with a fantasy world that humans just spawned into a few generations later... and I wanted to do Alpa!Orc / Omega!Human 👉👈😗

I hope this, at least, seemed interesting! 😁

[marvelousescapism]

i have a hot take: given that steve probably grew up around many first generation immigrants, including eastern europeans, and that new york is a generally very diverse place + that we know steve's a smart boy and probably has a very good memory, there's no way steve wouldn't recognize a little bit of russian at least. like, EE languages have a lot of similarities and with the amount of polish ppl, lithuanians etc that came to NY in the early 20th century im sure he would've picked up Something

like i know everyone's on about how bucky's a polyglot and knows like, every single language on earth bc of hydra but like. honestly in my opinion it would absolutely make sense for steve to be bilingual at Least and i dont know why people don't get on that more often? like the serum enhanced All of him that must include his memory or cognitive abilities to some extent and i dont see how he wouldnt be 100% invested in learning as much as he can esp with the opportunities he got in the future

Steve overhears Nat and Bucky talking shit in Russian all the time. They don't know he knows a little bit of Russian, but he picks up on key phrases like "idiot boyfriend" and "pain in the ass" and "he's lucky he's pretty" and understandably gets... curious. He takes up Russian classes at the weekend and doesn't tell anyone.

"Just doing extra shifts at the soup kitchen, Buck! Don't worry!"

Steve's a fast learner and, with what he knew already, pretty soon he can understand, like, 80% of the conversations they're having. Pretends he's still none the wiser.

One day, he's making lunch while Bucky relaxes on the sofa, bitching on the phone to Natasha in Russian about how "yeah, my idiot boyfriend didn't take out the kitty litter tray last night so now the apartment smells like cat pee. I know, I know, I'm gonna leave it on his pillow next time he forgets it's his turn."

He waits patiently, listening into the conversation, waiting for the perfect moment to slide right in with the perfect clap-back in his perfected Russian accent (best in his class, says his teacher (she's really nice - she gives him a smiley-face sticker whenever he does well on a test)).

He's on his way over to Bucky with a couple of smoothies when Bucky tells Natasha; "О нет, он понятия не имеет. Я купил кольцо на прошлых выходных, пока он помогал с раздачей еды в столовой для бездомных. И прямо сейчас мне нужно определиться, когда просить его руки."

["Oh, no, he has no idea. I bought the ring last weekend when he was in the soup kitchen. I just need to decide when to propose right now."]

Steve drops the smoothies on the floor. The glass smashes, smoothie splatters everywhere, Bucky jump out of his skin like "Holy shit, Rogers, what the fuck!? Are you okay? What happened!?"

Without thinking, Steve just blurts out "Баки, ты собираешься сделать мне предложение?!" ["Bucky, are you going to ask me to marry you!?"]

Bucky gapes at him for a moment. Blinks. Says to the phone "Hey, Nat? Something happened. I'll call you back." and hangs up. Takes a deep breath.

"Steve... how long have you been able to understand Russian?"

"Uh... quite a long while now..."

"So... you understood everything me and Nat were talking about...?"

"Yes, Bucky."

"Did... did you overhear the thing about your jogging shorts?"

"That you shrunk them in the washing machine on purpose so that they'd hug my butt better? Yeah, I heard that."

"And the thing about the--?"

"--About the cake you bought at the store and told me you baked it yourself? Yeah."

Bucky turns as red as borscht. "Uh... I'm sorry, Stevie."

"You can apologize after the wedding, dumbass."

Bucky grins and Steve forgets about the mess on the floor, practically diving onto the sofa to give Bucky a big sloppy kiss.

[mandareeboo]

ok now im curious what your most petty thing is (regarding the dp post)

Oooh boy, here we go! Buckle up fuckers this is gonna be a longer one.

My senior year of high school, I took a creative writing class. Partially because I needed to fill the slot, mostly because I wanted to improve my writing (spoiler: I did not). Now, my high school was a three floor building- first was mostly gym, second was general, and the third was senior lockers and art classes. I spent a good chunk of my schedule senior year on the second and third floor, going between an art class to my earth science (I took that one entirely as filler, but also bc I like science) to my locker and so on.

Creative writing? Creative writing was in the fucking basement. Go to the first floor, go to a corner generally used for health and development classes, to another corner, follow a ramp and some stairs, and boom there it is kind of basement. (Side note but this teacher was REALLY into attendance and would get you in trouble if you were late which was really annoying since basically no other class was in that part of the building).

My creative writing teacher wasn't bad, per se. I've had worse teachers. I had an algebra teacher who delighted in making freshman girls cry and mocking them for it. I had a journalism teacher who would use her class time reporting how Hilary was secretly ill during the election. I had a history teacher say trans people weren't real to an openly gender nonconforming student (I didn't know them well enough to ask for specifics on their alignment, but they were using they/them at that point) and set up assignments just to mock students on the take they were told to make. It was more that she was uncreative and took it out on the kids doing creative writing.

She gave us two books to read. Basically “how I write” by published authors. I don’t remember the first one well enough and I donated it ages ago, but the second was Stephen King’s “On Writing”. It was 3/4′s personal stories about his life and 1/4′s “also write a bit every day”.  I mostly remember the first author bc she had those fake dreadlocks white people do when they destroy their hair and she gleefully told a story about making her son have a meltdown at a party or wedding or something bc he got overwhelmed and she wanted him to learn that “sometimes you don’t get what you want”. So. You know. Not much there.

She also instructed us to write in a journal every day, which she would check every few months or so. It had to be at least half a page. She would leave little comments in every one else’s journals when she checked them, but not mine- I realized pretty quickly she was a bit uncomfortable with LGBT+ content, so I made it my mission to make every journal drabble as gay as possible bc I was bored and she couldn’t mark them WRONG when she just stated we needed to write.

But it doesn’t end there! Through the entire class, we got exactly five writing projects. Stories that follow very specific guidelines that we would then read in front of the class, group proofread, and then have the teacher give final grades for. These things were approximately like a thousand words a piece, and I was writing out my 10,000 word “It Starts off Small” story in class when I got bored, so it wasn’t difficult. 

Our first project was a character going through a difficult decision. Or... something? I honestly forget the criteria. Anyway, I was HYPE. I’d had this idea for a long time now a human choosing between peaceful death or reincarnation, and this gave me the push to write it! I had a whole thing planned with death being a deer and reincarnation being a wolpertinger (bc reincarnation leads to many possibilities, ed boy, so a Frankenstein bunny made sense to me). Anyway I poured my heart and soul into this bastard and, bright eyed and bushy tailed, handed it in. My classmates all thought it was pretty good. Not to toot m’own horn, but there was some pretty bad ones going in, so I thought I’d get a solid B or something.

I got a D. I guess the struggle was too metaphorical, or it didn’t perfectly fit her criteria. I was devastated. Then I was mad. Bc I was a bored senior who thought they’d made something pretty decent for this completely optional class and her refusal to see that really hurt me at sixteen (I was always a year younger than my other classmates, so despite being a senior I didn’t turn eighteen until almost a year after graduation)

Well, fuck it, I decided. I’m going to parody the shit out of this class.

Our next project was a fantasy story. I was bitter and grumpy. The other fantasy stories read aloud were stuff like “yeah this dude fought a wizard and got a girl, then they went home and banged” (this was not hyperbole, he would’ve written and read the smut if allowed, I knew him personally) and “this girl that NO ONE UNDERSTOOD was called CRAZY but this S@!$ cheerleader who Stole Her Boyfriend so she killed them all” (fun fact: the girl who wrote that was my age and a sort of half-friend from middle school. She was a yaoi fangirl who didn’t mind lesbians as long as they, you know, didn’t FLIRT with her or something.) 

So I get up there. It’s the last day of presentations. And I present with a polite cheer. My story is about two magical shepherd type figures who are called Sister Brighten and Brother Dick as they chase down a werewolf who was drunk off his ass and accidentally bit someone else. They then revealed they were basically supernatural designated drivers for the whole town. I made Brighten mention that Dick’s name wasn’t even Richard. I titled it “His Favorite Brand is Grayhound”. It fit every single criteria. I got an A. I could tell she didn’t want to, because there was no comments or anything like everyone else’s, but she had to follow her own criteria.

Our third was a conjoined effort thing so I didn’t pull any fuckery there, but the fourth one was about common myths and spinning them into real or fake. One girl did the hook-handed door handle thing and the boyfriend ended up above his truck hanging (somehow???). I think someone did the age-old adage of a haunted wedding dress? I kind of read through those presentations. 

Now, I’m salty-salty at this point. I wasn’t expecting His Favorite Brand is Grayhound to get me a good grade. I half-assed a lot of it. I am in full Not Happy Teenager at this point. I grab a daddy long leg and settle in.

My fourth story of the year is “Paperskin.”

Paperskin is about a boy named Billy with the thinnest skin membrane ever. Just full on body horror. You could see his teeth behind his lips. Billy gets bored one day and wanders out of his house, tries to kick a soccer ball, and breaks a leg. As he’s laying in the grass a daddy long leg bites him- and his skin is so flimsy the fangs sink in and he dies. I’m actually still pretty proud of Paperskin. It’s a horrifying, Edgar Allen Poe of a monstrosity, but it made people squirm, which was the point. The teacher is clearly a bit unnerved at this point, but she gives me another A. 

I wrote a more “normal” story after that of a contentious objector forced to house kids going to see if any confirmed soldier deaths were any of their parents as my final one and I could feel her spite as she gave me a B.

So, yeah. That’s the story of when I tormented my creative writing teacher with The Gays and my weird ass sense of humor after she called one of my best works at that age a piece of shit.

 Here’s a google drive of these bad boys, because yes I do still have these things. I turned these fuckers in for grades, people.

[teyvattherapist]

you said you wrote x reader for your ocs, could you share some?

im screaming. yes??? i could?? i have SO much from full fics to drabbles to hcs. here's soulmate au with Ohm my boy. if you want smth for Sandrone lmk

tags: gn!readerxOhm, Ohm story spoilers, angst for like 2 seconds then fluff, kaeya childhood friend bless his soul, soulmate au - colour, genshin oc, reader is from somewhere other than Monstadt, implied JeanLisa

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The world had always been shades of grey for him, it had been like that for his parents too, and his brother as well. Of course to others outside of his family it meant soulmates, but the Ambros clan never did particularly follow the rules of average mortals. So he was always raised to embrace this blessing, that someday somebody would give him the favour of colour.

But then his parents were murdered, his brother stolen away, his beautiful face marred, and the world was still shades of grey, black, and white, and he knew the blood on his hands was crimson but it just looked like black ooze as he slaughtered the guilty, the innocent, and the monstrous. There was no differing colour, there was only black blood and anger.

Ohm hid his crimes as he grew up, as he signed his life away with a contract and a promise to stop the slaughter. He learned who to kill and who to spare, he learned of different paths and different meanings to life. But still no colour. Life was the same for him, day in, day out. Heal people, see who were medically fit to be a knight, occasionally break into Snezhnaya and kill some Fatui.

Of course, that all changed when he ran into a charming adventurer from out of town, literally ran into.

You fell on your ass when a tall man with an odd choice of clothing ran into you. When you opened your eyes again you were surprised. Surprised to see the colour. The man stopped, stepping backwards and in front of you once more. His hair was long and a pale purple of some kind, his eyes a dull shade of pink. He was gorgeous, even with the scars and markings that littered his visible skin.

“I apologise, Ohm Ambros.” Ohm held his hand out, a bashful smile spreading on his features as he urged you to take his gloved hand. You took his hand and with an incredible show of strength he pulled you to your feet with very little effort on your part. “I’m actually late for work, meet me at the Knights of Favonius HQ whenever you’re free.” He released your hand and just like that, the man that brought colour to your world was gone in the crowds of Mondstadt.

Ohm threw open the door to Kaeya’s office, startling the cavalry captain who spilled his inkwell onto his parchment. The navy haired captain groaned as he began to clean up the mess with a rag he had within his desk. Ohm slammed the door shut and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the desk. “Your hair is so blue. Your skin is such a nice shade. Oh archons.” Ohm sank further down.

Kaeya’s eye went wide, hand stilling in the air, he almost dropped the inkwell again. “You met them?! What are they like?” All care out the window Kaeya threw the inkwell down, leaning forward with excitement. “I’m so happy you can finally appreciate my true beauty, aren’t I pretty?” Kaeya tossed his hair playfully.

“Very pretty, Captain Kaeya. I have no idea I ran away.”

“I know thank yo- You ran away?” Kaeya cleared his throat to try and stop his laugh but the action was in vain as Ohm’s face turned a generous shade of red. Kaeya covered his mouth as he laughed, looking away from the pitiful medical captain who was almost on the floor he had sunk so far down the chair.

“They were breathtaking,” he started as he began to describe you to the cavalry captain. Kaeya eagerly nodded along, cheeks warm from laughing, but stomach warm from seeing his friend happy, his lilac eyes darting around the room as he took in the colours. Kaeya and Ohm had spent many moons sitting in different areas with the former describing how certain colours looked, so his ability to attribute colour despite not seeing it, was incredible, to say the least.

“Kaeya have you seen- Oh there you are. Have you finished the recruit assessments?” Jean questioned, leaning into the room but still mostly blocked by the doorway.

“Oh you’re so much more beautiful in colour wow. Is everybody we work with like this?”

“For the most part, but you should see Miss Lisa.” Kaeya sat back in his chair, grin on his face as he watched Jean’s face twist into confusion before realisation. Once more his office door hit the wall with a bang as Jean threw herself into the room. She wrapped her arms around Ohm in an awkward back hug over the chair.

“Congratulations! Who are they? Do we know them? Are they nice? They aren’t Fatui are they? I’m so happy for you. When Lisa and I first touched it was the most mesmerising moment of my life.”

Ohm lifted his hands, placing them on Jean’s forearms. “I don’t know, I don’t know! I was running late so I told them to meet me here later. I finished the recruit assessments last night, they’re on my desk. Let’s go to my office.” Jean let go and stepped back so Ohm could stand up. The two left the office and Kaeya returned to cleaning his desk.

-

The guards outside eyed you suspiciously as you headed up the stairs of the headquarters, being an outsider and all. But as a member of the adventurers’ guild, your clothing at least led them to letting you pass. “Hi, can you help me find somebody?” You asked the man standing guard near the staircase of the grand entrance. “He said his name was Ohm Ambros?”

He saluted diligently before nodding his head. “Medical Captain Ambros should be in his laboratory.” Captain- Your soulmate was a captain with the Knights of Favonius? “Do you need me to show you the way?” You nodded your head. “Follow me this way please.” The knight led you up the stairs and you followed close behind him. Down a hallway with multiple doors, towards the end the doors stopped until there were only two, one on each side. The largest rooms, supposedly.

The knight left and you smoothed out your clothing before knocking on the door. “Come in!” A voice called and you opened the door. Ohm was sitting on the wooden desk against the wall halfway in the room, there was a man with ashy blond hair sitting in the chair. Ohm lit up when his eyes fell on you and he pushed himself off of the desk, rising to his full height. “Ah, that’s your cue to leave, Albedo.”

“I was not done with my questioning, though.” Albedo tilted his head upwards at Ohm, the softest of frowns tugging his lips downwards. You shifted from one foot to the other but stepped further into the room nonetheless, closing the large wooden door behind you. “So back to it, the world is just black and white until you meet your soulmate? Why?”

“I don’t know why, Albedo, go ask Kaeya he probably knows something. I seem to be apologising every time we meet but here we go again, I apologise. My fellow captain is unfortunately curious.” Ohm sent a glare at Albedo who tilted his head to the side, damn him for being socially inept. “Lock the door behind you, alchemist.” Ohm walked towards you, Albedo spun in the chair, eyes wide at the fact Ohm was just leaving.

“Well then, where are you going to be taking me, Captain?”

“Already paying for dinner and I don’t even have your name, soulmates truly are a sham.” He teased with a wink. When you gave him your name he tested it on his tongue a few times. “Pretty, let’s go before Albedo starts asking more questions.” Ohm opened the door for you and the cold that radiated off of his body as he stepped into the hall behind you was pleasant. He held his elbow out to you and you slipped your arm in his.

“So tell me about yourself, I wish to know everything.” Ohm’s voice was smooth, and listening to him talk washed away any hesitation you may have had regarding soulmates. And so you started with the basics as he led you away from the headquarters and through the lovely city of Mondstadt. He listened intently, as if every word you spoke would be committed to his memory, and perhaps it would be. Occasionally he’d hum and interject with a comment or two, always related to the topic at hand.

You barely noticed the way he never spoke of himself, expertly flowing the conversation back to you or the food or how he liked things sweet, like you. He says with a charming smile and the faintest hint of a light in his eyes. His hands are cold to touch, he is cold to touch, but there is nothing more comforting than the insistent smell of mint and the chilly air and the vast amount of colours you could see because of him.

Ohm whispered the name of colours and shades, recounting the stories told to him by Kaeya, or by his parents. He says his favourite colour is the shade of your eyes and how he wants nothing more than to bask in the colour of you. Clumsy and new, Ohm is doing his best. His debt and past will catch up with him, but not now, not when he’s watching the way your eyes light up at all the colours.

[violetnotez]

matchup for drew  |  JJK

Request a matchup here

Hey babe! So I match you up with....

 Ｉｎｕｍａｋｉ Ｔｏｇｅ

Look at this pretty boy like ughhh youre so lucky 😭

Inumaki is incredibly loyal-he wouldn’t ever ever give you a reason not to trust him

Also, don’t let his quietness fool you-he is a total trickster/prankster and will always be doing something silly to get you to laugh

He really likes training with you-to him it’s quite therapeutic and a great way to bond with you

But he’s cheeky at times if your doing close combat-he’ll just quickly plant a kiss on your cheeks to get you distracted so he can pin you down 💀

He thinks it’s amazing you’re so skilled in so many sports-it takes a lot to train, and he respects it a lot!

The one he really wanted you to teach him was rollerskating-one day he’d just walk into your room, hand holding a pair of new skates and just plainly saying “Tuna?”

Tuna meaning Please teach me, I know you’re busy but I’m bored and I just wanna have some fun please please please 🥺

He caught on to it really quickly, and in no time you two were blasting music and making trips to the grocery store for some sweets as quick little dates

Inumaki at one point tried to teach Panda and Maki, but Panda was totally decked out in headgear and shoulder pads and still ate shit every 2 seconds 💀

When he first met you, he honestly wasn’t really that intimidated

He still got that nervous rush of meeting someone new, but he was used to meeting intimidating girls-Nobara and Maki being perfect examples of that

Maki was so relieved to have another girl, and you two hit it off amazingly-you two would always be paired together cause you work great off each other as partners and as friends

Panda is just so lovingly protective for you, like if you feel uncomfy in public at times or just feel awkward in general, he’s right there to just give some support 🖤

He just approached you like he would with them, just a quick nod of his head and maybe a reply like “Bonito flakes” to be respectful

He is really intrigued by you-he’s naturally curious, how could he not when he has someone new and pretty in front of him~

But he gave you space, not wanting to intrude or make you uncomfy

But once you begin to open up, OH MY GOD he is so happy!

You get along well with his friends, it’s almost hard to imagine you not being in there friend group at one point-

Whenever something makes you smile, he starts noticing it makes him feel all fluttery inside,,,

Or when he is able to make you chuckle, he finds himself smiling but so grateful he’s able to hide his cheeks with his clothing-

He isn’t oblivious, he obviously knows he caught feelings but he’s super scared to say anything

Cause-how could he even tell you? It’s not like he could just walk up to you and say “Let’s go on a date-“

You could say no and reject him....or even worse, he could make a terrible choice of words and force you on a date by accident with his cursed technique

The 2nd option was too terrifying to him, so he opted to text you a picture of him holding a sign that says “Date?” like a prom proposal, his lilac eyes unable to look at the screen

He definitely begged Panda to take it, cause the picture was pretty fuzzy and theres a furry finger on a corner of the photo

But you thankfully said yes, and Inumaki took you to a roller skating rink, thinking you’d feel comfortable there to hang out. Which was a great plan, until Toge realized he didn’t know how to rollerskate

Panic ensues

The whole time he was desperately trying to repeat to himself “Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall-“ and still look cool at the same time 💀

It was still cute though, and after you helping him out a bit he caught on very quickly

Still did fall a few times, but when you would giggle and help him up he felt a lot better about it 🥺

Needless to say, was probably the main reason he asked you later on to teach him how to skate properly 💀

And also the main reason your guys’ second date was at a very flat forest with little shrines and fish ponds to look into

Inumaki reallllyyyy craves physical touch, but he never forces it upon you

At the beginning of your relationship, it was really delicate touches, from intertwining pinkies to resting his head on your shoulder

But then it slowly became more and more as you two got more comfortable

This dude will just full on run behind you and wrap his arms around you if hes tired

Or snatch your hand and squeeze it tightly if hes afraid you might be in danger

Does this really cute thing where he puts his forehead on yours and stays there for a sec- dont ask him why he does it, he’ll start blushing but he just likes feeling close to you like that  🥺

Songs for Your Relstionship: Paradise by Coldplay,  Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran, Timeless by We Three

Drabble:

“Toge, what are you doing-and when did you get those?” you questioned, your eyes scrunched up in confusion as you eyed the white haired boy in front of you.

Inumaki was standing in your doorway, his jacket zipped up fully so only his violet eyes were visible. In his hands were a pair of roller skates, the wheels a clear plastic while the shoes being a periwinkle blue. 

All he did was simply walked into your room, knowing it like the back of hand from countless visits as he picked up your skates that had been left on the floor from the day before. He simply held out both pairs, one simple word of “Tuna” presented out of his mouth.

Your eyebrows furrowed even more, head tilting slightly as you shifted on your bed.

What the hell did he want you to....

“Do you want me....to teach you how to roller skate?”

You saw him instantly light up, obviously ecstatic you had understood him so quickly. He simply nodded his head once as confirmation, violet eyes wide with relief and anticipation.

Inumaki had been bristling to get back in those skates after he had done such a disastrous attempt at your first date. Everytime he thought about how much he had fallen he always internally cringed, almost able to still feel the bruises on his rear that lasted days after.

You had looked so graceful and so happy that day, like you were gliding on top of water as you did laps around the rink or simply to just pick him off the ground after he had eaten shit. He wanted to be able to do that with you, to be able to have picnic dates at the park or just glide over to a store to buy some sweets and ice cream-he had so many cute ideas planned it was almost overwhleming.

He just needed to learn how to skate without painting his body in bruises first.

“Oh, Toge, Im so sorry-” he heard you saw, his heart falling slightly at the sound of guilt in your voice, “but I have some assingments I have to finish....maybe we can do it this weekend?”

That happy expression he had had a few moments before faltered slightly, his lips pursed and nose scrunched under his jacket. 

But Inumaki was persistent-he wasnt one to take no for an answer, especially when he knew how to get what he wanted with a few dirty tricks.

Toge took a few steps towards you, his knee landing on top of your bed and making it dip under his weight, wrapping his arms around you in an inescapable hug.

Inumaki was pretty clever, as he knew it was hard for you to resist him when he was being clingy. He simply nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, white hair tickling your jawline, hands squeezing your sides gently.

You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly with an amused smirk as your propped yourself on your elbows and looked down at your boyfriend, who was clearly milking it to get what he wanted.

“Youre not gonna let go unti l say yes, huh?”

Inumaki picked his head up, violet eyes soft yet mischeivously as he shook his head gently-

This brat wasnt going to let go until you did exactly what he wanted. 

You sighed exaperatedly, looking up at the ceiling as you felt Inumaki chuckle against your stomach.

“Fine then...” you gave in, finding it adorable how quickly his face light up.

“-But you have to buy me snacks and be my study partner for the rest of the night.”

Toge instantly smiled, the crinkles of the expression showing around his eyes. Getting you to teach him how to roller skate, and have a study date right after? This day was getting better and better for him.

“Salmon!” he agreed quickly, shuffling off of your form and handing you your skates- you were going to make him a pro after today, and he was more than ready.

I hoped you liked these, and thank you for requesting!! <3

[honeypirate]

Made of Sunlight

Tokoyami

Tokoyami

Tokoyami x Fem!Reader with Similar Quirk!

quirk is she has a quirk partner that is almost identical to her but she is made out of the light of the sun, her quirk is almost like the opposite of Dark Shadow. The idea for this quirk I got from this post

Tokoyami x Y/N

Dark Shadow X OC Kira (quirk partner)

Warning: only lightly edited

“Kira I know. I see them. You know you’re not supposed make so much noise” your quirk and partner huffs before blending into the light around you. Your eyes follow the boy with the beautiful feathers and his shadow partner as he finds his seat in the class, you stand by the door, waiting for the teacher to crawl out of his sleeping bag before you enter the room. 

“Who’s that?” Dark Shadow whispered into his ear when you finally walked inside, “she must be new. There’s something about her. I like her” Tokoyami watches as you talk to Mr. Aizawa, your kind eyes and smile making his heart race. He senses something, something is different about you, he has to know. 

“There is an open seat next to Tokoyami and Dark Shadow, don't make too much noise. I’ll give you the first day tests after your classes, meet me at the training field outside at 3” you nod and then look over at the boy you had eyed before, the one Kira had made a fuss over. You felt her stir, fluttering about and making your back tingle. You willed her to calm down and keep her emotions in check. 

“Hi” Dark Shadow whispered as he popped his head over next to you, making you chuckle, and Kira swoon against you. You tried to keep your expression calm but you were really annoyed she couldn't relax just because she thought the shadow was cute. “Hi” you respond, Kira echoing it in your head ‘hi hi hi hi hi’ you lean around Dark shadow and make eye contact with the boy “Hi” you say to him and he clears his throat “Hi, I’m Tokoyami, welcome to our class” “I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you Tokoyami.” you reach out your hand and when he takes it you both feel electricity run down your spines  “I hope I can sit next to you this whole time.” you add and his eyes widen for a second before Aizawa starts the class. 

“This is Y/n L/n. she will be joining our class from today on. She just moved here from America and against my judgement she has been placed with us in the middle of the year. Everyone be nice to her.” and with that he launched into his lesson. 

At the end of class  you found yourself surrounded by new faces, you learned their names and immediately connected to them all. “Are you moving into the 1A dorms?” a nice girl named Mina asks and you nod “my stuff should be getting moved over now. I’m on the fifth floor, room three” the nice frog girl with the green hair, Asui, smiles “that’s next to my room, Yaoyorozu is also on that floor” you grin “perfect! I hope we can be good friends!”

Tokoyami watches you as you talk to the girls, the other guys around him talking about how cute you were and speculating what your quirk was. He couldn't help the way his heart would race every time you would look around the room until your eyes fell on him, he wasn’t always glad he had a bird head but he was in that moment, because you couldn't make him blush on the outside, you only affect his heart. 

“So your quirk is similar to Tokoyami’s except your’s is with the light and not the shadow.” you nod as you use your quirk to blend the light around Kira, making her visible to everyone now and not just you. She flicks her hair and it glitters with fractured light “yet she makes me hide away” she says dramatically with a huff, hoping she could get some sympathy from the teacher but she was dreadfully mistaken. “We’re going to run through these tests and if you fail you’re out of my class” you gulp, but nod once, getting into the right mindset as Kira sighs, rolling her eyes, before nodding and squaring her shoulders. 

“You passed, barely. You’re free to go. I’ll have make-up tests for you from what we covered at the beginning of the semester, they won't be due until the end of the semester but you will have to do them” you nod once and then he turns and walks away, rubbing his eyes. 

“I dont keep you hidden on purpose. It just takes a lot out of me to hold your form” you say through pants as Kira fades back into the light, blending into invisibility. “I know. I know. I’m you so i know everything. I just like to give you a hard time” she pats your head and you chuckle before walking out towards the new dorms. 

“So that’s why she was different” He says from his spot at the window “she is beautiful” Dark Shadow adds beside him “the light hurts you if you don't remember” Dark Shadow sighs, sounding like a lovesick creature “it doesn't hurt me per say, it just makes me weak, which she already does” he drones and Tokoyami rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like i don't know how the human girl makes you feel, i know your thoughts” Tokoyami just ignores Dark Shadow as he gathers his things up from his studies, maybe he’d offer to show you around the dorms or something, either way, he’d talk to you somehow. Probably. If he could get the guts up for it. 

After getting back to the dorms, Mina and Asui take your hands and show you around, giving you the grand tour. When they get to your room you find a collage of decorations that spelled out your name on your door “aww that’s so cute guys!” you say and Mina squeals, “just wait!” she says and then she opens the door. 

Inside is all the other girls and a few of the guys, one you think is called Deku and the other was the boy with many arms, he must have moved the furniture around. He looked sheepish and sweet. You look at all of their smiling faces before you realize that your boxes were unpacked and your bed was made. You gasp and look around the room with wonder, they had even decorated. “Guys” you whisper and blink away tears “this is so nice. This means so much to me you have no idea” your eyes land back on the group of kids and Mina steps forward “we’re glad you like it, we thought you might be mad but we wanted to do something to welcome you. We left your clothes packed though” you laugh “okay. Thank you. Really. I wasn’t looking forward to unpacking. And you decorated!” Yaoyorozu steps forward “I hope you dont mind, but we added a few things from our rooms as well” she points out the wall behind you and you turn, gasping again and going over to it, a collage of different things from them, little pieces of their personalities, pictures and posters form their rooms and a few from the others here.

One poster in the middle catches your eye “this is AMAZING! Is this the rare all might poster from the-” Deku cuts you off and steps forward “yes!  From issue 234 of the” you finish the sentance with him “heroes of the world magazine!” you laugh with him “thank you! They dont sell that magaizine in america, i only read about it online.” he scratches the back of his neck “it’s no problem, i have two” you gasp “You have TWO OF THEM?” Mina laughs “he has more than that you should see his room” she gasps and grabs Ochakos hand “we should show her our rooms too!” “wait!” you shout and they look at you, you grin “did you guys find my star stickers?”

Every room you saw you rated, extremely generously because it was fun, and gave their door a colored star sticker. 

Mina- “12/10 and a gold star. I LOVE the pink! 3 red stars for that because I don’t have pink” 

 Ochako- “12/10 and a gold star. I feel really comforatble here. Very Homey. 4 blue stars because blue makes me feel like home for some reason”

Yaoyorozu - “100/10 because omg girl your bed is a dream. Three gold stars for that bed alone” she blushed, she was a little embarrassed about it before but now she feels glad. 

Jirou- “19823429347/10 are you KIDDING ME? You’re so badass Jirou! Maybe if you have some time we can jam out sometime, i’m decent at the guitar. Let me know” you smile and place every color of star on her bedroom door as she blushes in the corner

Hagakure- “I love the cherries! And the stars! This is so cute! 11/10!” she claps when you place gold stars on her door

You go through the boys rooms, fangrling over Deku’s and placing red, blue, silver, and gold stars on his door. 

When you get to the last room on the list, Tokoyami, they all make excuses and try to bypass it, saying it was too dark and scary to see again, but on your way back to your room you shake your head, what could be so bad? Kira whispered to you and you nodded, sneaking back and knocking on his door. 

“Hi” you say when he opens it a crack. “I was wondering, could I see your room? Everyone else showed me theirs and i was curious what made yours so creepy” he looked you over once, before Dark Shadow pulls the door open the rest of the way “come on in! Hey where's your friend?” you furrow your bows as you’re herded in the room by dark shadow “he means your quirk partner” Tokoyami says as he faces away from you, embarrassed that everyone thinks his room is scary.

“Im right here!” Kira says but she doesnt show up, the darkness drowning out any powers she may have had alone. You chuckle and concentrate the last of your energy, pulling light from the open doorway and his purple lamps to build her form better, “it’s not that i hide her, her form is just made out of the light, so it’s harder to keep her visible. Tokoyami, Dark Shadow, this is Kira.” as Dark Shadow and Kira talk about their lives being attached to someone, you look around Tokoyami’s room as he just stands awkwardly. 

“Your room is SO cool” you say softly as you gawk at his decorations, you’d keep your room like this if it wasn't so hard on Kira “look at this!” you exclaim as you hold up his skull decoration with glowing red eyes and he chuckles in shock, you were so cute, so bright and bubbly, literally made out of sunlight, and you liked his room? He was so intrigued by you. “This is the skull of Yorick, the king's jester” you say in a dramatic voice and then giggle as you set down the skull and look at his other things. His heart was beating out of his chest, how were you so perfect? And WHY WASN'T HE SAYING ANYTHING?! 

You make your way slowly around his room, your hand running along the edge of a cape that was on the back of his desk chair, you point to a poster in the middle of his collage, a band that you listen to often “is that from their last tour? Did you go?” He pops out of his head band takes a step towards you “no I couldn’t go, unfortunately. They’re my favorite band” you beam at him and he feels his heart pop out more butterflies that flood his veins “they my favorite too! We should go to a concert sometime together, if you’d like” yes. You have killed the resident bird boy. “I/ I - uh - I - *Tokoyami brain go:@•#[*“ Dark Shadow and Kira move closer to you guys “he's trying to say he would really like that” Dark Shadow says, patting Tokoyami on his back as Kira giggles. Tokoyami brushes Dark Shadow away 

You feel a little dizzy and Kira flickers for a moment before fading “sorry I’m just at my limit. Mr Aizawa goes hard” you laugh and Kira sighs dramatically. “Are you okay? The dark probably doesn’t help. Maybe you should go” Tokoyami forgot about his nerves and shyness, just for a moment, now worried for you.

You laugh “the darkness makes it harder for Kira but I’m okay with it. But I should go I don’t want to impose” when you get to his door Kira says goodbye to Dark Shadow, and he hands her a small piece of paper and you turn to Tokoyami, who’s watching the exchange a little confused “it’s for our collage in our room, Mina and the others gave us some things to make it feel like home, posters and pictures. Thank you for showing me your room,” you place your hand on his arm gently “no matter what anyone says it’s a freaking amazing room, not scary at all” you smile warmly and he feels his tongue get thick in his mouth, his palms start to sweat, “th-thank you” he nods and then panic flashes through his eyes “wait!” He says before you turn and he walks back into his room, grabbing the poster you commented on and handing it to you “for-“ he clears his throat “for your collage” you beam up at him, excitement on your face and on your voice “really? You don’t have to! It’s your favorite! I couldn’t-“ he chuckles, and a surge of confidence finds him, finally, as he says boldly, albeit a bit shaky from his nerves  “I insist. I’ll get another when we go to a show together” a soft sound of elated shock escapes your throat, one that he really liked hearing, as you gaze up at him “thank you, Tokoyami” 

After his door closes you place a gold sticker on it before walking away “What did he give you?” You ask Kira “this drawing!” She shows you a small piece of paper with a quick pen drawing Dark Shadow made of him and Kira. It was adorable honestly. You chuckled softly as she sighed like she was love sick.The next day you find the picture hung up by your mirror, on its own special place Kira chose. 

The next few weeks flew by, you spent all your free time studying and having Yaomomo tutor you so you could turn in all your make up work in the first month, hoping to make your way on Aizawa’s good side, which by the nod he gave you you’re pretty sure it worked. To celebrate Mina suggests a movie night at the dorms and everyone, even Bakugou who you haven’t even spoken to once, agreed, which honestly shocked you. 

You put on a pair of cotton shorts and a big sweatshirt before grabbing a soft blanket and heading downstairs, the smell of popcorn hitting you before the elevator doors opened. “Hey y/n! Do you like scary movies?!” Mina asks as you enter the kitchen area. “Yeah I do! Are we going to watch one?” Half of the kitchen sighs and Mina laughs “it was a tie that you just decided!” You laugh “sorry guys” you scratch the back of your neck before Mina grabs your hand, dragging you to the couches and pulling you down next to her. 

“So do you like anyone yet? It’s been a month, do you have any eyes on any of the boys?!” She asks excitedly and you chuckle as a few other girls come over “Don’t get me started!” Kira exclaims, making the girls laugh as you structure her form “Dark Shadow is just dreamy” she swoons as Dark Shadow waves at her from across the room.

“And how about you y/n? Do you like Tokoyami  maybeeee?” Hagakure’s singsong voice makes you laugh “yeah, he’s really kind, and very interesting. But my plan is just to wait and see if anyone likes me, before i make up my mind” “ARE WE GOING TO START THIS OR WHAT?” Bakugou shouts as he walks into the room, making everyone chuckle and Mina pop to her feet “OKay guys buckle up! It’s a scary one tonight!” Mina gets it set up and then takes her place on the floor on her stomach, the place to your right staying empty. 

“Dark Shadow wants to sit next to Kira” Tokoyami says while avoiding your eye contact shyly and you smile “of course!” you pat the seat and he sits beside you stiffly, nervously “but Kira is too bright for the movie so if you want i can make her like a shadow in the dark, the opposite of light.” Kira is one step ahead of you as she pulls a little power from you to phase herself as someone puts out the lights “now SHUT IT” Bakugou shouts again as the movie begins, ominous music filling the room. 

“No no no” you whispered under your breath as the guy in the movie ran straight down the same path the murderer was on, you put your hands in front of your face, looking through your fingers as the music gets even more intense. The moment you see the knife moving your body is turning of its own volition, into the shoulder of the boy on your right, a scared gasp leaving your mouth. 

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly and you nod into him “is it over?” you whisper back, and he nods “yeah” you chuckle and move your head up to meet his eye “sorry, Tokoyami” you go back to watching the movie but the action is repeated every time someone dies, soon your hand finds his under your blanket that had got tossed over you both and Hagakure to your left. He’d squeeze it every time the scene ended to let you know it was over, you felt your heart race every time. 

When the movie ended you stayed there, holding his hand under your blanket as your friends crawled around the couch to discuss the craziness of that movie,  “i did not expect that the killer was actually the aunt of the boy’s friend he lived with in college, total TWIST”Mina talking absolute nonsense as you chuckled, Hagakure leaning against you “but that fireman was so handsome, i need to look that actor up online.” 

Tokoyami was talking to Todoroki on the other side of the couch, where he was sitting on a table chair, Tokoyami explaining the strange twist that Todoroki didn’t understand, absentmindedly squeezinng you hand every once in a while as he spoke. Your thumb brushes against his and he remembers that he’s holding your hand. My god, he’s holding your hand. How did he get so lucky. 

Kira had a form again, comforting Dark Shadow about him being scared when the house was on fire. your heart felt warm, you felt truly at home in this small, second family, you had made at school, you were truly lucky to be having these experiences. 

[huntertherapyeras]

Still off my rocker about your toh gymnastics au….. I hope you don’t mind questions feel free to ignore this if so BUT . I’m very curious how the Luz/Willow/Gus friendship develops, if it does, and also everyone’s strengths in the sport…. and whatever other aspects of the au you want to talk about …. 🙏

omg i LOVE questions and i am so excited tk answer!

so willow is just generally an amazing person and when luz comes to her first jo 2 team practice willow is super welcoming and helps her learn the beginning stretch routine! theyre the same age even though willow is a level 4 and willow has been at the gym a really really long time (the only reason shes only in jo 4 is that shes afraid of high bar and has trouble with her bar skills generally partially because her upper body strength isnt great.) she sees a kindred spirit in luz and is excited to have someone her age at her practices in particular because shes the oldest in jo 4! and willow introduces luz to gus since willow and gus tend to hang out together during snack for longer practices! (in this au willow is lonely ... she and amity used to be in the same group and very close but willow picks stuff up slower and when amity skipped jo 5 and moved straight to 7 when they were 10 amity's mom forced amity to stop talking to her)

onto strengths!

so with luz, she actually has a lot of raw natural talent. but she only took tumbling with eda so her knowledge of basic gymnastics is limited! like for instance the first time she touches the bars she picks up a chin up pullover right away but she doesn't know about pointing her toes, staying hollow, straight legs etc. this is why she is in jo 2 - to learn form and basics and still compete. im toying with the idea that the gym doesnt actually have an xcel program until the season after luz starts there, which is why she and willow switch over as the first group.... yknow what im gonna stick with that i like it. but yeah! luz's tumbling skills are way more advanced than her vault, beam, and bars for form reasons mainly. if she did tramp and tumble instead of artistic she could probably easily compete t&t jo 6. she does pick up very fast though for someone who didn't do any sport until she was 11!

(fun fact i actually helped build my old gyms xcel team a few years back as an assistant coach - i loved it. only stopped coaching because of the pandemic and by the time i went back id lost my spot. it was. heartbreaking. the kids barely remembered me... anyways... just a little aster lore in there for ya 💜)

onto willow!!! her floor is also very advanced, she is working on twisting layouts at open gym. her vaults are lovely! her beam is really solid too, like level 4 is really child's play for her but her bars holds her back a lot. she deals with undiagnosed hypothyroidism and the beginnings of pcos which can cause one to naturally have a bigger build and chronic fatigue as well. bars was never her strong suit but when she hit puberty she ended up gaining weight and it can be hard to rebuild upper body strength in that situation (this comes from personal experience btw). theres nothing wrong with being fat! that being said, fatphobia in gymnastics is a HUGE issue, like really bad. moving into xcel is really amazing for her though! because theres a lot less pressure in the xcel program and its mostly about accessibility :3

because amity is hypermobile, she's very flexible and has lovely lines and dance. a lot of her skills are based around her strength in contortion (to her detriment, as party tricks can cause a lot of pain later on for hypermobile folks). bars is a little more difficult for her, but she puts a lot of work into conditioning and training even outside the gym in order to make it unnoticeable. vault and tumbling and bar dismounts cause her a lot of pain that she basically just represses because the high impact is just a lot on her joints. she experiences dislocations and subluxations fairly regularly but has learned to just put whatever joint back in and move on with her day - she takes a lot of ibuprofen as a result x.x. she is EXTREMELY talented but also highly motivated and perfectionistic. her mom puts a lot of pressure on her to be at the top and she also has to deal with being in her already elite older siblings' shadows. its not a fun time for her :( things get better when she loosens up a little though!

gus is Great at everything. hes a level 6/7 training 9 at 10 years old and has no fear whatsoever - literally none. he'll try anything, he doesnt give af. but he struggles with connecting with his teammates because he is both the youngest in his group and one of the best, so people are very jealous of his ability and success

oh also theyre all autistic. all of Them.... luz also has adhd. amity deals with maladaptive daydreaming and dissociation (so real...) and luz comes out as nonbinary when shes older.... [starts screaming]

they are the babiest and i love them with all my soul!!! 🥺

[randogirlo-fando]

Andante, Andante- 4/?

Summary-Keg King Billy Hargrove becomes infatuated with Mike and Nancy’s cousin who is staying with them over the summer.

Warnings- swearing, small makeout scene, mentions of sex, eventual smut

Word count-2.2k

“Okay so the way you play whoever is it asks someone truth or dare and you decide if you want to be asked a question or if you have to do whatever the person dares you to do. Then they give you a question or date and after you get to pick the next person.”

The whole gang is sitting in the circle while you explained to El the rules.

“And you have to answer or do it no matter what! If you chicken out the person picks something gross you have to do” max adds on, smiling.

“Who wants to start?” Dustin pulls your arm to sit between him and Lukas, looking quizzically at the rest of the circle.

“I will!” Mike says, a mischievous grin slapped onto his face while making eye contact with you.

“(Y/n), truth or dare?” You scoff and cross your arms.

“You know I don’t back down. Dare.”

“I dare you to go outside and catch a cricket.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“Oh come on, you used to be scared of those!”

“Yeah and you used to be scared of under your bed!” You stand up and go to the back yard, coming back with a cricket after a couple minutes.

“Done.” You look around the circle, eyes landing on Max.

“Maxi maxi maxi, truth or dare” The redhead pretends to think about it before smiling.

“Dare!”

“Max, do you need a ride home?” You ask as everyone else gets ready for a sleepover except for the girls.

“Oh it’s okay, I can walk.”

“I’m already taking El home and it’s dark, that was a rhetorical question.”

The boys said their goodbyes to the girls before you all three walk out to your car, they both hop in the back while you start the car. You pull out of the driveway pretty slowly, worried the usual neighbor would come zooming way too fast down the street.

“So who’s getting dropped off first?”

“I’m closer” Max says after giggling with El. You roll your eyes at the thought of Billy. He hasn’t called you back and it’s been a week, who does he think he is?

“Sounds good!” Max’s eyebrows furrow, making El look confused as well.

“Is something wrong sis?” Max and El(She started after Max explained what it meant) started calling you sis and you’ve pretty much taken them under your wing.

“Oh yeah, just peachy.” You turn on the turn signal and silence falls.

“See El, when someone talks with their voice sounding like that means something’s wrong.” El nods at Max as they both look at you, Max smirking. You roll your eyes with a huff.

“I just hope your brother isn’t home. It would be too hard not to punch him.” They laugh at you and you crack a smile.

“What did he do this time? Oh turn here.” You almost missed the turn, getting to caught up in the conversation about the certain bad boy.

“Thank you, that’s a story for another time.” You pull into her driveway only to see none other then that precious camaro.

“You know what Max, how about I walk you to the door and meet your mom? I’m sure she would like to know who’s been driving you home.” Max seems like she knows who you really wanna see. She nods and gets out waiting for you.

“El, stay in here okay sweetie?” She nods and you step out of your car.

You walk up to the door and Max opens it, putting her key on the tabletop. You walk in behind her, observing the living space.

“Mom, I’m home! Someone wants to meet you!” Instead of getting met with Mrs. Hargrove, the bathroom door opens to Billy. Towel tied to his lower waist, water droplets falling periodically all over his chest and back due to his hair dripping.

“She’s in her bedroo- oh hey Cherry.” He smirks as if nothing happened and steps closer to you. You ignore him, looking at Max.

“Clearly right now is a bad time, Max why don’t you give your mom the house number? Then she at least has it for when you’re over. I can meet her another time.” After handing her the little piece of paper with the 10 digit number on it she smiles and goes to give it to her mom, leaving you alone with the only person you don’t want to see.

“Why are you ignoring me Cherry?” You push past him to the door before he runs as fast as he can in a towel to block the door.

“Let me through, one of the kids are in the car I have to take them home.” You stand there, arms crossed, eyelids relaxed but eyes piercing through his head.

“Tell me why you’re mad and I’ll let you through.” He smirks and you catch yourself looking at his chest before shoving him into the door harshly.

“You better have a damn good excuse on why you’ve yet to call me.” He chuckles and lets you through.

“I’ve been at the pool everyday except for today. Also, I never call the week after.” You feel yourself turn red, heat radiating off your skin.

“Cool.” You leave the house before you can embarrass yourself.

“I’ll call you!” He yells from the door, you respond with flipping him off and he chuckles before closing the door.

El flinches when you slam open and close the door.

“Wanna move up front girly?” She nodded, still a little spooked.

“You’re scary.” El speaks up halfway through the drive.

“Im sorry for freaking you out with the door. Billy just really pissed me off.” A huff comes out of your nostrils and El looks at you questioningly. You notice the face she made and you sigh.

“Can you keep a secret? Just you and me no one else can know.” She nods and smiles.

“Billy and I went on a date because I thought he would get bored of me. We ended up having a nice time and I kissed him. He told me he would call me and he hasn’t.”

“But he said he would when we left?”

“He was being a prick.” She nods and looks out the window.

“Mike always calls. You need a Mike, not a Billy.”

“You know, for someone who learned most of her stuff within the last 2 years you’re really smart. Who do you think my ‘Mike’ is?” She hums in thought, getting you generally curious when you pull up to her house.

“Steve.” If you had a drink in here you would do a spit take, you almost choked on your own saliva.

“Wow Steve? Didn’t really expect that.”

“I mean, Dustin like likes you but I’ve learned recently that age is important in dating.” She giggles at your eyes bulging out of your face before her face drops.

“That’s a secret though so you can’t tell him I told you. Mike told me.” You both open the car doors and walk towards Hopper, who was waiting for you guys on the porch.

“What were you guys talking about in the car?”

“Steve and Dustin.” He sighs and ruffles his hair.

“Could be worse. Dinner is waiting for you.” El gives you a hug before running inside.

“(Y/n), is that girl going to be the death of me?” You smile and pat his shoulder.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, it will feel like that. But hey, if you think she’s gonna you can call me and I’ll scoop her up.”

“But you live with Mike.” He rubs his face with both hands and you chuckle.

“I mean where else would I take her? Honestly, my favorite part of them hanging out is getting to see everyone in the group help her learn and understand everything. It’s pretty sweet.” He smiles slightly at you before tipping his head as a thank you. You mirror his actions and head back to the car, ready to listen to some ABBA.

“Hey boys, who’s ready for a night long campaign!” You walk downstairs to see Steve and all the boys staring at you.

“Woah, who died?” Steve rolls his eyes and stands up.

“Why did Billy call for you? I thought it was a one time thing?” You roll your eyes before looking everyone else in the eyes, all of them with a look of disappointment or frustration.

“Wait a second, did you tell the boys? What the hell Harrington!” His brows furrow at that accusation, scoffing at your reaction.

“What was I supposed to say when I was here, waiting for you, and douche King calls saying you need to be ready tomorrow at 3? When he realized I answered I could hear the shit eating grin on his face!” Breathing out slowly, you lick your lips and look at the floor.

“Boys, can Steve and I have a word alone? There should be left over pizza in the fridge, you guys can have my ice cream too.” They look at each other and slowly walk up the stairs. You turn to see them consoling Dustin, you hasn’t been able to even look directly at you.

“You think I’m going on a second date with him just because he called? I won’t lie to you, the first date was actually pretty fun despite the part where he tormented you. So I told him he should give me a call this week and then he didn’t. I saw him today when dropping Max off and he acted like I shouldn’t have expected a call so I said cool and went to take El home. I don’t want anything to do with him anymore, at least o don’t think. Now please tell me why you’re even here, or answering the phone for that matter!” During your rant, you back him to a wall, poking his chest in anger.

“I’m here because I wanted to talk to you about something, but I guess that’s out the window since you possibly want the only dude I seriously despise and you should too! Mike asked me to answer it because he thought it would be El and he was busy doing something, so don’t get all bitchy with me!”

Looking down to see his chest heaving, you realize just how close you two are. The distance so close that you share your breath.

“You’re hot when you’re pissed for no reason.” That was the push you needed to crash your lips on his. The kiss was weirdly slow for how hard you started it. He took his time, his hands on your cheeks and yours in his hair and on his arm. His tongue touches your bottom lip lightly, asking for permission. You let him in, starting to feel weird about this. He tries to heat up a little more, keeping with the slow and soft tempo.You pull away, your foreheads touching.

“You know I hate being called bitchy. And being told I’m hot when I’m mad.” You whispered, making him smile.

“I know. I was being a prick, I’m sorry.” You pull away from him completely, wiping your mouth and looking at the floor.

“So uh-“

“I’m sorry, did that feel a little weird to you too?” He blurts out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, thank god you said it! It was so weird.” You smile at each other.

“I guess I always told myself you were the one that got away, but I guess it’s more like you’re my best friend that got away.”

“Totally! You know El told me I need to find a Mike and she told me you were my Mike. I think friendship slash dynamic duo fits us best.” You go to your suitcase to look for your shower stuff.

“I’m sorry but dynamic duo is for me a Dustin.”

“Speaking of Dustin, does he like me?” Before he can answer you the boys come busting through the door.

“The yelling stopped so we assumed it was safe now.” Lucas says, smiling. You look at Steve and he mouths later.

After your shower, you change into your pj romper and head downstairs for a snack. As you watch the stars from the kitchen table you see a head stick out from the window. You gasp and grab a knife ready to attack when you realize you know those pearly whites. Putting the knife down you roll your eyes and open the door as quietly as possible.

“Why are you here??” You whisper yell at him, hitting his shoulder.

“Well you never called back so I assumed you didn’t get the message because who wouldn’t call me back?” You roll your eyes and he just smiles.

“No I got the message. Thank you for the fuel in that fight with Steve by the way.”

“Ha yeah, didn’t expect him to answer but it was nice. Anyway come with me, I have a surprise.” You scoff and go to close the door before he blocks it with his foot.

“Please?” Giving in, you grab your sandals and leave with him.

“Did you walk here?” Realizing the Camaro is no where to be seen.

“I parked it down the road so it wouldn’t wake anyone in the house up. Nice pajamas by the way, they’re hot.” You huff and hug yourself.

“Let’s get on with this then”

A/n- y’all it’s been months so I understand if you guys are over this story now. I’m sorry.

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[feyda-forever]

heya!! may i request a creepypasta matchup pls? <33

i'm female and i use she/they pronouns and i'm demisexual + panromantic. i'm 5'6 and my style is a baggy grunge style. i have a black to red ombre, shoulder-length wolf cut. my mbti is ENTP-T and my zodiac sign is virgo.

likes; mythology, psychology, hiking/adventuring, horror.

dislikes; insects, cotton candy.

hobbies; drawing, gaming, listening to music, reading, writing, sports.

traits; curious, hyper, adventurous, witty, impatient, careless, sarcastic, overdramatic (in a silly way).

info; i'm generally someone who's more on the upbeat side. i get hurt often from pulling stupid stunts and my friends find it hard to stop me from pulling the stunts. the overdramatic part kicks in when one of my friends say something long the lines of 'you can get annoying sometime you know?' (normally when im teasing them for something) and i sarcastically drop to the floor and act hurt by what they said. i love t learn new things and i'm always ready for a new challenge.

(AAA sorry if it's a bit long! take ur time answering it, and have an amazing day/night! keep up the good work <33)

Hay there :))

Thank you so much for your patience, and have an fantastic day/night as well <3

Hope you enjoy~~~

I match you with....

Kagekou

✨Dramatic couple✨ mood on/off

you guys are almost the same, i mean your similarities are more than your differences.

One of of the few thing that he adores about you is your passion, he just loves seeing you getting excited over something new you've learned.

He might be a little more patient than you are but he still has his childish personality.

In my AU kagekou is a dark empath. he feels others emotions, and by dark i mean he can and will use this against his victims tho, he's not afraid to use this fact against you as well.

He can manipulate you very easily, and it's not your fault to say 'you're to easy for him to manipulate' no it's really not. it's just that he's too damn well at making others do what he wants. kinda selfish, isn't it?

He shows affection by words, tho you're unable of understanding most of them, unless you know how to speak Japanese. But that what he does, he sometimes leaves a small note whenever he goes out for work maybe the only time he show affection in english XD

If you guys are watching a horror movie and you flinch-......well i hope you're prepared to get teased by him for the rest of the night.

You thought you were sarcastic?i mean, Have you met him? He talks impulsively and he's super blunt, so yeah he sometimes might say something that leaves deep scars into others heart including you, but if he enough for you he might buy steal something extremely expensive for you as an apology.

But after all no matter how hursh can be, he loves more than he could ever imagine.

- My boyfriend and i agreed to never go to bed angry at each other.

- We've been awake since Friday.

- WELL IF SOMEONE WOULD JUST ADMIT THEY WERE WRONG-

- I was attracted to you first.

- Well i hugged you first.

- I said i love you first.

- Kagekou getting down on one knee: i proposed first!!!

- Well i- wait!?!- WHAT!?!?!?!!

Alright i hope you enjoyed it :D and thanks for all the likes <3

[Please send me feedback if you don't mind]

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Going Swimming - Spencer

HELLO DOUBLE UPLOAD DAY. so i decided to finish this one while I was on a break to eat lunch. It is a bit shorter compared to my other ones. I think this is fluff. im calling it fluff bc nothing dramatic happens. 

Request: Hey! I thought it would be really cute for a story where Spencer and y/n have been dating for a bit, but he’s never really seen her without makeup before because she’s insecure without it. Maybe he does something to help show her how beautiful she rlly is! I love your writing, thank you so much for being you!

((also: thank you lovely anon. you touched my heart.))

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You and Spencer had been together for 2 blissful months. Even when he was gone, he talked to you as much as he could, calling you each time he was in the hotel room or texting you when he had good news. He always wanted to share what he could with you, even if it was vague without any details. He could never share the details but he loved telling you that he successfully talked someone down. Those were his favorite days. 

Today was an off day so the two of you spent it lounging around at his apartment. You liked his apartment, it was full of so many interesting books and you were on a mission to read them all while you guys were still together. So far, things were going well and you couldn’t imagine any reason that you couldn’t get through all of them. 

“Do you want to go to the pool?” Spencer asked. He was only wearing swim trunks and a towel around his shoulders. Damn he looked good like that. 

“Pool?” You asked, wondering what got into him. It was a nice day to say it was summer but you wondered where he would have access to a pool. 

“The apartment complex built one and it’s finally complete.” He smiled. 

“Oh.” You thought about it, you really did. “No, that’s okay.” You said, going back to some book about mathematics and physics. 

“Are you sure? It will be fun.” Spencer said, getting a little down. 

“Spence, I don’t have a bathing suit.” You said, trying to avoid the idea. 

“You look good in your bra and bottoms, I promise.” He smirked, walking over to you. 

Your body took up the whole couch since you were stretched out with your legs up on the other seats so he sat near you on the floor. 

“I don’t want to swim, baby. But I can sit poolside and watch you swim, if you’re that set on swimming.” You smiled, kissing him on the forehead. 

“It’s not fun without you, y/n.” He said, pouting. 

Spencer tried to come up with an answer to all of your points but he couldn’t come up with anything. He sighed, turning so his back was leaning on the couch. While one hand held the book, the other hand naturally went to play with Spencer's hair. He sighed again, this time a little louder before turning back around. 

“I’ve never seen you without make-up.” Spencer said, studying your face. 

“Okay?” You looked up from the book that was giving you a headache. The concepts were going over your head. 

“Why?” Spencer was just wondering innocently. He was inquisitive so it was natural that he would ask questions he didn’t have the answers to, which was rare. 

“Because?” You said. It wasn’t something you were defensive over because you knew he was only asking since he was curious. 

“Because why?” He said, scrunching his eyebrows a little. 

“Because I just feel more comfortable with it on. If I’m going out in public, I’d prefer to have my best face forward.” You looked back down at the book, satisfied with your answer. 

“Do you feel like you have to put it on for me? Or is it more for yourself?” Spencer turned his body completely to look at you, criss crossing his legs and putting his hands in the gap. You thought he looked like a 5-year-old who was waiting for nap time.  

“No, it’s not you. Well it’s you a little bit but it’s just how I am. I grew up like this and it stuck.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Oh.” Spencer wasn’t getting it and you could see it on his face. “What do you mean?” 

“When I was growing up, I learned the hard way that people think you’re prettier when you look perfect. While girls were putting on makeup, I liked being natural. For a while, no one cared. Then I started to notice that people only wanted you if you wore make-up, dressed a certain way, acted like you didn’t care about anything. I got bullied into wearing make-up, basically.” You paused to collect your thoughts. 

“When I got older, I noticed that boys only liked me when I had make-up on. Even just a simple look was better than showing my natural face. So I decided that I would just look my best at all times so nobody could catch me on an off-day. Even when I’m lounging at home, I wear something because I don’t like my reflection otherwise. I’d rather be perfect.” You finished. 

Spencer was quiet for a moment. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing. 

“So… Why do you feel the need to wear it around me?” He asked, wondering how he played into everything. 

“Because I just like to look perfect around you. I like knowing that I’m my best for you.” You said, looking at your feet. It came out in such a quiet voice, you weren’t sure he heard you. 

“I know it’s not my place and my opinion doesn’t matter but I think you’re perfect already… There’s very few things that could dissuade me from my opinion about you and whether or not you wear makeup is not one of them. I think that your experiences with selfish, superficial people has given you a tainted view of the world and I understand. Generally speaking, the golden ratio does seem to exist. It’s a very western culture way of thinking but being conventionally attractive is valued greatly and anyone who is not up to that standard isn’t-”

“Spencer, I love hearing you talk but you’re going to stop being helpful if you continue down the path you’re on.” You said, looking over at him. He didn’t even realize he was going off on a tangent. 

“Right. My point is that I appreciate you as you are, with or without makeup. I can only hope that during the course of our relationship, you become comfortable enough to show me another side of you that I haven’t seen because I would like to give that face a multitude of kisses. I always want to kiss you but I’m scared of messing up your hard work so I restrain myself a lot of the time. Garcia has shown me makeup videos on the Tube website about how long it takes and how much the stuff is and all the different designs and stuff and I admire the hard work that goes into the process. But I want you to know that you don’t have to look perfect when you’re perfect as you are to me.” He said, grinning. 

“You promise you won’t judge me?” You said, finally looking up at him. 

“I promise I won’t judge or change my mind about you.” Spencer smiled. 

“Okay. Maybe next time.” You said standing up to grab a different book. 

“I have one more question.” Spencer said, standing up. He lost his balance and fell forward onto the couch. 

“Go ahead, babe.” You grabbed The iliad. 

“Can I try that stuff you put under your eyes to hide dark circles? Mine are getting out of control.” He said standing up and walking over to where you stood, in front of the bookcase. 

“I don’t have your color but we can try it just for fun. But I have to say, you with dark circles is really hot. I’m attracted to guys who look like they haven't slept in a millenia.” You chuckled. 

“Oh really? Well maybe I don’t need it, in that case.” Spencer smirked. “One last question.” 

“Just ask, baby.” You smiled. 

“Can I kiss you? You’re wearing my favorite lip gloss, the minty one, and I’ve been dying to kiss you all day.” Spencer hovered just above your face, your noses barely touching. 

“You don’t have to ask.” 

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SW author/fic rec anon. im really looking for stories involving obi-wan and anakin. I can find some during the clone wars, but not a lot between ep1 and 2. thanks!

OOh, yeah, I can do that! I tried to find stuff that is set either in-between or has the two of them at that age! (And some AU, as a treat.) 28 fanfics!

Title: A Padawan at War (Again) Summary: There were a lot of things that Obi-Wan didn’t know now, ever since he’d woken up in a strange medbay on a strange ship populated by hundreds of identical troopers. What he did know is that every single one of them swore that he was actually in his thirties and that he was a General who commanded a huge number of troops in a war against Separatists.So now Padawan Obi-Wan has to figure out how to fight a war he doesn't know anything about. Oh, and the nine-year-old kid that Qui-Gon picked up from Tatooine is here too. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1792372

Title: wonder Summary: Obi-Wan woke up suddenly.For a moment, he wasn’t sure why. His quarters were dark, and he didn’t see or feel anything particularly threatening, but then he heard the terrible retching, and then he was staggering up to his feet, his legs briefly getting tangled in his sheets as he tried to get to the door.[or: Anakin's sick, and still-getting-used-to-having-an-apprentice-Obi-Wan-Kenobi handles it. Tries to handle it.] Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/25609525

Title: The Tempest Summary: Obi-Wan tries to find sleep amidst his new apprentice’s swirling Force presence and a violent thunderstorm outside. Obviously, sleep isn’t an option. Why couldn’t Qui-Gon have left him with an ordinary padawan?or: How Obi-Wan Kenobi Learned to Stop Worrying and Love His (Emotional Time-Bomb) Apprentice Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25539847

Title: The Key to Victory Summary: New jedi padawan Anakin Skywalker realizes that there is more to being a jedi then he tought. Discovering a completely new culture will take time and effort, but maybe he'll make some friends along the way. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1105683

Title: Room to Grow Summary: In the early days of his apprenticeship, Anakin gets caught playing dress-up in his master's closet. Obi-Wan finds that perhaps, something broken inside him is beginning to heal. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25288510

Title: A Loose Stitch Summary:In the beginning, Bant had been so sure that Obi-Wan would fall apart at some point from the grief, but he held himself together, somehow.Until now. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25268491

Title: What can’t be lost Summary: Obi-Wan doesn’t know how to comfort a crying baby Luke on the flight to Tatooine. A painful memory of Anakin gives him an idea - and breaks his heart a little, too. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24015022

Title: watercolour paint Summary:Anakin Skywalker is afraid of a great many things in this galaxy and the next, but he has never and will never be afraid of Obi-Wan Kenobi.But he’s afraid of being abandoned, of being walked away from, and he’s afraid that Obi-Wan is not the kind of person who will stay. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1814266

Title: Be As You’ve Always Been Summary: Sometimes, Obi-Wan thought he was always meant to be the butt of the Force’s cruel jokes. Very cruel indeed, Obi-Wan muses as he gazes down at a nine-year old Anakin Skywalker Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1748707

Title: Care What It Cost Summary:Five years after Naboo, Obi-Wan becomes aware that things between Anakin and Qui-Gon have become... tense. The obvious solution is to mediate their difficulties if at all possible.That is not what happens. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/12173493

Title: The Bad Day (Trademark Pending) Summary: Obi-Wan is having one of his Bad Days. Anakin helps. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20452634

Title: Sabbatical Summary: Anakin decides to leave the Jedi as a child, and Obi-Wan goes with him. When Palpatine sends Dooku to find them, things don't go as planned. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/22801789

Title: Space Dad Lives Summary:AU starting directly after TPM. Qui-gon didn't die, but he's sure not okay after taking a lightsaber to the gut. Obi-wan, still reeling after Mandalore, is now the hero who killed a Sith and vowed to train the Chosen One. Anakin is going to be a Jedi so he can free his mother and his people.And the healers are kind of sick of dealing with the Jinn/Kenobi team. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24573184

Title: Eventide Summary: All Obi-wan wishes for, is for one mission to be on a planet that has no sunlight. Instead, they break down on one with TWO suns on a mission that has already gone sideways. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23168815

Title: It Takes a Village Summary: The events, consequences and aftermath of the Phantom Menace as seen through the eyes of Obi-Wan’s closest friends. And when they see their friend grieving the loss of his Master, dealing with the fame associated with killing a Sith while also taking on a Padawan (the Chosen One no less) they step in to help because they realize he is in WAY over his head. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/23680915

Title: Simple Steps Summary: Galaxy changing events don't just suddenly occur. They are the result of a series of small steps. Now dealing with ROTS. Rated M to be safe. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/19963384

Title: dead and the gold Summary:The Republic is in turmoil. In the wake of the harrowing Naboo Crisis, Chancellor Valorum has seized control of the Trade Federation’s droid armies. A failed coup has branded the Jedi Order as traitors. Thousands of Jedi are dead. The rest, fugitives. Alarmed by the Senate’s aggression, systems scramble to forge new alliances. Everyone’s loyalty is in question. Obi-Wan Kenobi, on the run with his new padawan Anakin Skywalker, knows their time is running out. He makes a desperate ploy to contact what may be a powerful ally or a dangerous foe... Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/21999658

Title: Don’t sleep on the floor Summary: Little Anakin sleeps on the floor and cuddles with Artoo. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/17591843

Title: attachment Summary: In which Obi-Wan Kenobi has a small mental breakdown, turns to google for help, frantically attempts to locate the wikihow for raising traumatized ex-slave padawans, and decides that maybe the Jedi way is inferior to talk therapy when it comes to dealing with emotions. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/series/1662367

Title: Earning Trust Summary: A what-if exploring how Anakin may have dealt with a surviving Qui-gon pushing Obi-wan aside so he could be free to train the Chosen One. What if this gave the team a chance to get to know each other without grief for a dead master. Would Anakin still wish to be trained by Qui-gon or would someone else have earned his trust instead? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13673895

Title: Ikhthus Summary:You can take the boy out of the Order, but you can’t take the Jedi out of the boy. A young ex-padawan stumbles across a most curious mother and her even more curious child on Tatooine.Or: destiny will find Obi-Wan Kenobi no matter how far he runs. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/9605801

Title: Viridescent Skies Summary:When the Trade Federation starts a ruckus and blockades Naboo, the Council decide to send Qui-Gon and his very young padawan to mediate the proceedings. Luckily, Knight Anakin Skywalker happens to be at loose ends and is able to accompany them.For a given value of "luckily." He has a bad feeling about this. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/9340733

Title: For Love of One’s Padawan Summary:The Naboo may have saved their world, but Obi-Wan just lost his.Following the death of his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi feels alone and adrift in his place in the Jedi Order until an unexpected ally and champion enters his life with support and understanding. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/23121742

Title: All But Name Summary: "You will be a Jedi, Anakin. I promise you. In all but name." Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/19480345

Title: Coalesced Matter Summary: Jedi Master Dooku is in a long-term undercover assignment with slow but steady progress. But he gets a distress call from this Knight Kenobi with a Padawan Skywalker and things just start to go crazy. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/19438132

Title: So old they were, and wise Summary:Obi-Wan's arm had tightened around him to the point of squeezing. He felt sick swoops of nausea. "Anakin," he said urgently. "I don't care what the circumstances are or who you're with, if anyone tries to bring you to the Chancellor, stars forbid leave you alone with him, do not allow it. Do whatever is necessary - cry, scream, fight, use the Force, run - run to find me. Stay away from Chancellor Palpatine. Do you understand, young one?"Wide-eyed, Anakin nodded. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/18489322

Title: Lightbearer Summary: After his Master's death Obi-Wan Falls. Anakin picks up the pieces. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/3613170

Title: The Chosen Summary: Anakin is found by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan when he's a newborn. It changes things. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/8477353

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Could I request kin asking her mom about Kai and her wedding? Was it a big wedding? Did they have a special dance. Or I could see Kai refusing to dance in front of everyone so later that night he puts on some soft music and takes his new wife by the hand and holds her close causing her to get emotional.

*yelling like present mic on the background*

"Ouch!"

Kaito looked down at his sister and entered on panic mode already at seing that while messing around on their father's office, he had accidentally left a huge book fall straight on his sister's head.

"I'm sorry Kin, you're okay?" The girl nodded with teary eyes while pouting and rubbing where it had hitted her.

"Oni-san what this?" She pointed at the boom that had fallen and Kaito furrowed his eyebrows.

He had never saw this book once and he has played A LOT on his dad office... maybe the fact that this one was up high on the shelfs was because he never saw it.

He cringed at only remembering his father calling him midget.

Just wait until I grow up daddy, I'm drinking galons of milk...

Kaito fixed his mess while thinking about that and jumped out of the shelfes and landed on the floor smugly... before he felt his feet starting to feel sore from the fall.

He might have to call mommy about this... his feet was sore and he needed your magic hands...

The girl crawled and reached with her tiny chibby hands at the object, and with her force she manage to open and gasped immediately with her wide holden eyes that even seened to appear stars on it.

"Oni-san! Is papa and mama!"

Kaito arched one of his eyebrows befofe kneeling on yhe ground for gasping as well at seing his mother and father on the same picture, younger and on their wedding day.

The clothes revealed everthing... traditional japanese wedding apparently.

"Dad looks like grandpops with this clothes." Kaito snickered while Kin turned the lage again to see her mommy's side of friends and some family members.

She giggled in excitement before lifting up the book with both chubby arms and walking outsides if the office eargly.

"Wait Kin! No! Dad is going to freak out with us if he catch that we touched his things!" The gidl turned and smiled sweetly at her brother.

"Im going to ask mama about this!"

... ok. He might as well go along. As long as his daddy doesn't discover he went into his office again without permission.

~

"Windows cleaned!" You beamed while looking around the room proudly.

"Those brats are never going to learn their lesson... clean up what you got dirty, simple, even a pig can understand a simple order like this one." Your husband mumbled in irritation before throwing his gloves on the trash can.

"... grumpy pants." You yelped at the pinch on your butt and the springs of water hitting hour cheek.

"I will take a shower. Want to join me as well?" He offered, face stoic, but that mask didn't hidded the joy and dare you say smooth... although his voice spoted it.

"Nah, maybe the kids will catch us or something." He growled in dismay at that.

Fucking brats.

"Then you go shower later. You're sweaty and sticky from cleaning... that's disgusting." He said in false annoyance while leaving the living room, enjoying while it lasted yiur giggles.

You went to check the coffee table for any hints of possible dust before both sweet voices of your children calling 'mama!' catched your interest.

"Hello you two!" You kneeled on the ground to accept the hug from your son before going to give your daughter one as well.

While hugging Kin you noticed a certain familiar album and arched one of your eyebrows.

Wasn't this supposed to be in Kai's office?

"Mama! We found this where it shows you and papa with funny but beautiful clothes!" Your Kin pointed cutely at the cap of the album while your son nodded.

"Was this your wedding with dad mommy?"

You nodded with a brigh smile at opening the page and shooking your head at remembering that at first it was supposed to be a intere album with only you on it.

Although, thank the lord, you discovered Kai's demands to the photographer before it could happen... so you, the future fiance of Overhaul who had almost everyone in the palm of your hand, asked for the man to not only take picture about you, but the whole event in general since Kai payed, to your dismay, A LOT on this.

Your husband was glaring and scolding you the moment he discovered this and almost overhauled the photographer? Definitely.

But you still got your pictures. The ones where ir has Kai were definitely your favorites despite his growls and complains.

"Why the traditional japanese wedding though?" Kaito asked while sitting on the sofa and leaning his head on your arm while hugging it "Dad and you rarely uses this type of clothing..."

"Papa looks like grandpa wearing this!" Your daughter beamed, hugging your arm with one of hers while the other pointed at Chisaki's stoic face.

You remember his rage on taking a picture... it was so hard to not laugh at this.

You giggled before turning your page and seing Pops with a serene smile.

"It was more because me and your father found quite interesting the idea but we wanted to surprise your grandpop with it." You pointed at the living room with a giggle "Besides, we already live on a traditional japanese house, and I swore that i saw a tear falling from grandpop's eyes when your father sayed his vows to me." You gulped your own wish to tear up at the memory.

"Vows? What's this?" Your son asked, still with his attention on the book before flipping over at seing his godfather on it. "Uncle Kurono was there!" He beamed with a smile.

"Yep, all important members of the yakusa were... my friends were almost peing on their pants with this." You giggled at remembering one friend of yours coming behind you to tell that there was a guy holding a gun and she was almost freaking out at the many glares she was receiving.

"Vows are some words we say during the ceremony to our future husband or wife." You turned the page and smiled at sieng your own family on there. "Kurono told me it took four months to your dad to write those."

"FOUR?!" the kids exclaimed in surprise while you couldn't help but laugh.

Chisaki was never good with words.

"Dang... why Mimic looks so rigid in here?"

"Uncle Irinaka?" Your girl asked with curious but hearted eyes already at the mention of her favorite uncle.

"Ah.... this was because... He was in charge of the rings and he almost lost them." Your Kaito snickered while Kin gasped. "... your dad almost killed him." Kin gasped louder while Kaito just errupted in laughter.

"Mama in weddings aren't dancing?" You nodded with a bit of confusion. "Where is it you dancing with papa?"

"About that-"

"What is all that noise?" The voice of Chisaki echoed in the room, faintly irritation as you glanced behind you to see your husband placing his mask on the middle of his steps to watch you three.

He narrowed his eyes the moment he saw what exactly that you were holding.

"Why are you showing them this?" He groaned already bringing a hand to pinch between his eyebrows.

"Hey! They were the ones who brought me to show it to them!" Kai's eyes immediately went to Kaito, who shivered despite his neutral expression.

"Angel go take a shower, you're dirtying the couch." He said monotonously while you gasped in offense.

"After that comment I will be sleeping on this couch." You said jokingly, smirking at the way your husband's shoulder tensed at that.

"Dare to dissobey me (Y/N) Chisaki." He growled back, scoffing at the way you giggled.

He went to pick the album away from his kids but they were already making those damn puppy eyes at him.

"What?" He spatted, even knowimg what was coming.

"Papa tell us about this one!" Kin pointed at a picture and his eyes aoften a bit at the sign

"Ever since I met your mother I had the wish that she shared at least one dance with your Grandpop... Nothing big about it." He said coldly but still sitted down pickimg the album up.

"There is a lot of mommy dancing in here but..." Kaito looked at him questionably "Didn't you danced with her?"

"Of course I did brat." He scoffed before closing the album "But there is no picture about it. Thankfully." He deadpanned at both kids whines and just sighed in response.

"Then how it was?" His daughter asked with a sparkle on her golden eyes "How was dancing with mama, papa?"

He thought for a moment before sighing, seing that those deviants wouldn't leave him alone if he didn't tell about it with details.

The kids noticing that their father was going to tell them after he sighed moved eargly to the ground, picking a cushion to sit on.

He deadpanned at that... seriously?

"I wanted to be secluded from everyone's eyes. It was our ceremony after all, so there was no reason for other people to see it." He smirked at the way his kids were listening so carefully.

"After, I brought your mother to the balcony, where we kissed for the first time, everthing was planned already..." kaito made a 'blergh' sound at the word kissing while Kin awned.

"Shut it brat let me finish. Both of you asked for this... Anyway, I just played a song and we stood there, still with our usual clothes, dancing beneath the moon's and the city's lights."

"What song did you danced with her papa? What song?!"

He cringed at the excited yelp of his daughter and told her to lower down her voice while Kaito smirked.

He sighes in pure embarrassment, covering his eyes with his gloved hand.

"You know that stupid movie that you like so much Kin? Beauty and the Beast?"

Kaito started to laugh while Kin nodded her head in confusion.

"The waltzs where those characters dance. That was the song." He admited while growling.

Kin gasped in amazement while Kaito recuperated from his laughter.

"You two danced to that?!" Kaito asked with a smile while his father glared daggers at him.

"Tale as old as time~" your voice echoed in the air, subsconciously making his knees go weak and shiver at the angelic sound.

Your arms wrapped around his neck while he grunted, not wanting to admit how much he enjoyed your pure scent and sweet and clean skin in contact with his.

"Mama your wedding was amazing!" Kin stood up with a gleaming smile "When i get older can I het a simliar one too?"

You went to speak before you felt your husband's muscles tense as he growled 'you take that back.' While Kaito just gave her a look.

Gosh... now the kid couldn't marry.

[ughgclden]

bee, love, i am so happy you had a good first day, you deserve calm and loving days, and you deserve people, deserve friends. i’m so happy for you.

as for apologising, i’m a terrible hypocrite every time i tell you not to worry about it, as i also apologise for anything, most notably existing, but i want you to know you don’t have to apologise to me, i understand the impulse but there’s no obligation or anything.

i’m glad you’re feeling better, and that it was just a little ick, well not glad that you were ick but glad it wasn’t too bad.

when it comes to being in welton, i fantasise a lot about these things, i think something especially about boarding schools is appealing to me. being away. that’s why my plans are new york or wales or if my friend is to be believed, quebec. sometimes though, those realities all feel more and more like tissue paper soaked in water, just waiting for a reason to fall apart

i read really quickly, it’s probably an issue, i read red white and royal blue in about an hour and fifteen minutes. neil and i. kindred spirits. today at lunch i watched the last thirty minutes of dead poets society, going back to rewatch “i was good, i was really good.” like ten times.

imposter syndrome is slowly getting the better of me.

i actually dressed up as leia for the midnight premiere of the force awakens. i’m that person. if i’d been with you in the cinema i would have cried too, you’re not alone there, i cried watching it on the floor.

i don’t deserve the nice words you give me, but i’m happy i make you feel comfy and cosy, and ironically enough, writing with a quill or fountain pen never ends in pristine and unsmudged ink, you can thank my being left handed for that. i think there’s something nice about writing with fancy pens, maybe that makes me seem pretentious as well. oh well.

as for dps tattoos, if i can ever get any tattoos, i want the neil crown, “i was good, i was really good.” somewhere, probably my wrist who knows, and some art that alludes to the first unmanned flying desk set. among others. the “and still we sleep” thought, and the outline of meeks and pitts both sound so lovely. so so lovely. i really hope you can get every tattoo you wish. although your bank account may hate me for saying so /j i want more piercings, mainly on my ears, i have something of an earring addiction, my favourite pair at the moment is probably my howl drop earrings that look like howls from howls moving castle.

honestly the outfit/hair colour distraction rule is dumb. it’s dumb. i just don’t get it. abuse of power ig. and yeah. we were like hugging and sorta just leaning on each other while talking and the administrator got angry, for whatever reason. the straight couple making out behind us, she didn’t seem to mind, however. it’s dumb, and im glad i don’t go there anymore.

im clearly very articulate today (sarcasm) my mind is ehhhhhhhhhhh and feels like a squirrel laying on its stomach.

maybe i will call you ramona flowers, bee /j did you know the original name for pac man was puck man… /j hiding in the back of the music room to avoid a maths test sounds like something i would do. i say this, knowing full well that i’m such a neil kinnie that i end up feeling like a teachers pet because i want to do well, both for myself and simply to avoid trouble with my mum.

a new york times best seller, huh? well if i ever publish anything i’ll dedicate it to you, both for being the only person who thought i could be a storyteller, but also for being a lovely person in general.

sometimes one day after another feels impossible. tomorrow feels impossible. but oh well. i think younger me would be disappointed, to some degree. on the other hand, i think they’d think it’s cool how much i know. if nothing else, they’d love that i have a typewriter. also, i’m sure young you would be proud of you, i am. i’m so proud of you.

i mean bee, i could teach you to shoot a bow /hj YOU CAN WIELD A SWORD????? here i was thinking you could not possibly get cooler or hotter omg i’m in love /hj

thank you for being proud of me, really bee, thank you. and thank you for being the only one. i’m hardly changing the world, but i guess if i don’t burn out and lose this fight, changing a few points of views in the process of growing wouldn’t be terrible.

p.s. it’s certainly something, i feel bad because i always pull away from people when i get numb and it’s so new that me doing that could be detrimental to everything, but me forcing myself not to could have a bad effect on me. who knows what’ll happen. i’m just gonna try and keep them happy no matter what.

p. p. s. bee you brought this upon yourself /lh

all my love, bee, and that pun was the out of this world part of that sentence. you’re so cute omg.

that quote is beautiful, and since i, once again, had to translate french and smile about it, i’ll leave you with this

no importa que nos separe la distancia, siempre habrá un mismo cielo que nos una.

p.p.p.s. thank you for saying what you do, and i know that i don’t owe you anything, but writing to you is easy, and makes me happy, when i manage to get myself to sit down and think about it. i’m sending you back hugs, gentle forehead kisses and mugs of tea, a soft blanket and a narnia movie marathon, where we argue about how i am definitely not better than susan pevensie, but you almost certainly might be.

i’m so happy uni is going well thus far, love. and i hope you love your classes. learning.

thank you for everything bee.

yours, always,

star✨

star sweetheart, thank you so so much, honestly. i can't tell you how much that means - i know you said not to apologise, but an apology seems in order for the lateness of this message- im terrible i know /lh thank you sm though.

i'm writing this whilst listening to one of my favourite albums (hypersonic missiles by sam fender, if you were curious) and curled up in bed, so this really adds to the comforting vibes.

i'm with you on that, boarding schools do have a certain something about them, don't they? i hope you can get to one or all of these places in your life - i can speak from experience wales is especially beautiful, but i can really see you in new york, too. wherever you end up star, i truly hope you're happy there.

an hour and fifteen mins?!!? the fastest i've read something was a clockwork orange in two and a half hours or so- you are so strong star, i've watched that film 20+ times and only watched the last half an hour maybe 4 /lh

that is SO CUTE oh my god- i will admit, for it chapter two i did channel my inner bill denbrough and wore some flannel (i luv that limbo <3)

you deserve all of these words and more, i promise you. you deserve something a lot less clumsy, but i offer you my best. left handed.. you rly are neil huh? /j

all of those ideas; absolutely lovely. the i was good tattoo breaks my heart in the best way possible. im hoping you get all of these tattoos, love. you'd suit them more than anyone, i'm sure. those earrings sound like the coolest fucking things ever? i did have a pair that had a little vodka bottle on, but i lost one in a club and haven't gotten round to replacing them. i definitely want more piercings too,, my conch is looking pretty bare as of late...

that is just. so disgusting? im so- god that makes me so angry i can't even explain. i think i should punch all homophobes straight in the mouth, actually /hj

love, i bet younger you would be so so proud of all you've achieved. from only what you've told me, i am. they'd be over the moon at how intellectual, kind and strong you are, i know it.

I CAN!!! ITS ONE OF MY MOST ESTEEMED TALENTS!!! lets make a deal. you teach me to shoot a bow, i teach you to wield a sword.. we're giving very narnia power couple if i may say.. /hj

i will always be proud of you star, for even the smallest of things you achieve. you're actively making a difference and a change, take bringing this positivity into my life for example. you've got this, star. i know you have.

ps; im wishing you all the best my love, seriously. take every day as it comes, and listen to your mind and wellbeing. im sending you so much love

pps; that quote. is so fucking cute. god im breaking down,, its so pretty and so DHJHFJKNFKKN yeah.

this is me, making you a cup of coffee and your favourite comfort meal, with a kiss on the top of the head. we will have this argument - as much as i love susan, she's no match for you <33

all of my love and happiness, star. you truly are one of a kind.

if i may, i'd like to leave you with an excerpt from a poem i saw earlier that i fell in love with;

"and you laugh. / loudly- / head tipping back. / and while your eyes / are on the ceiling, / i am mouthing / something too heavy even / for this steady night to shoulder. / "this is not a joke." i mouth. / "love me. love me." - letters from medea, salma deera

[sanstropfremir]

I absolutely LOVED reading your kingdom review. You gave me such an insight in things I never even considered, especially since our rankings are so different from each other. The Boyz was my favorite, the narrative was about RTK. How they felt bad for having to compete against their friends but eventually the groups only lifted each other up and it helped TBZ grow into the group they are now through the hardships and mental dilemma, falling into the next challenge right after they reached the top. It should have been more obvious though, I agree, it wasn't really visible for anyone who didn't know. I was wondering how you felt about the dancing in general? my reason for not ranking BTOB high was lack of choreo (and Peniel's verse), same goes for SF9. Mostly because I don't feel the hype when watching, it doesn't keep my focus on the stage. As a baby-performer myself, my goal is to make the viewer curious about what's next. is that the wrong way to look at it? that's what I've always been told, building the tension up and down to create focus. would love to hear your feedback on that! thank you so much for sharing, we need more reviews of people who actually know what they're talking about.

i'm glad that you got some insight from it! like i answered in the previous ask im here to hopefully bring some more depth and understanding for people that care and are curious!

you unintentionally proved my point about tbz’s performance: that is way too complicated! even the most talented solo dancers i can think of would have trouble distilling that down to something readable in 100 seconds, much less a group of like, a dozen people! the introductory stages are meant to show us the character of the group and their abilities in the most concise way possible, it's not the stage to do deep philosophical and emotional introspection. for a full stage? absolutely, go hog wild! but for this stage it was too ambitious and ultimately was ineffective to anyone that isn't a fan of them specifically. 

by dancing in general do you mean like, every group? i put most of my opinions on the dancing where i had them in each of the individual rankings but honestly? unless there is something that really stands out positively or negatively, a lot of ‘average’ kpop dance looks the same to me. i know it’s not, obviously, and if pressed i probably could do a more serious breakdown, but dance is only one element of performance. it has equal weight with all the others in my mind, and therefore i notice when it is either 

very good

does something unique

very bad, or

interferes with another element

which is the same as how i evaluate every element, if that makes sense. 

hmmmm. i thought about this a lot in the shower and turns out i had more opinions that i expected so i'll put them under a cut.

firstly, i don't think lack of choreo should be penalized or considered an ‘incomplete’ performance. at the end of the day, these are bands, and a part of their brand/product they sell is the music. complex choreo does not need to be attached to that to make it a successful performance. also, btob did have choreo. any movement on stage is technically choreography. but this terminology can cause confusion so usually non-dance choreo is referred to as ‘blocking.’ but they also did include the song’s original point choreo at 1.41. the blocking in their performance was well thought out and suited the arrangement, by placing spatial emphasis on each part of the song that needed it. obviously it comes down to personal taste if the performance is ultimately ‘successful,’ because all art is subjective, but just because something isn't as visually complex as something else doesn’t mean it doesn't have the same level of thought. think of it like this: one is a super clean-lined post-post-modern grey/white living room, and the other is a kitsch goth basement. both share interior design principles and have obvious care put into the space, but they are vastly different styles that appeal to different tastes.

part of the job of production designer/AD is to decide what gets emphasis. a question you're always asking yourself is ‘is this important to the story that we’re trying to tell?’ and btob/their AD made a very smart choice with their introductory stage because it says a lot about them and their abilities in a short amount of time. that stage said ‘our foundation is strong, we have the training and experience and confidence to be up here and not rely on visual tricks.’ because they know they physically cannot do the things the 4th gen groups can; they're a decade older and they only have four members, it's just not feasible. something you learn with experience is the power that specific and pointed emphasis holds, which segues into my answer to your last question. i don't necessarily think that ‘building hype’ is the wrong way to perform something, but i do think it is a flawed way to approach creating a performance.

i think that ‘hype’ is flawed concept at its core, and one that focuses on the idea that there’s always being something more, something next, beyond the work itself. now there’s nothing wrong with playing with tension within the internal structure of a piece, that's exactly how constructing a narrative happens. however, the flaws come once we extrapolate beyond the boundaries of that individual work. the idea of ‘whats next’ implies that you have to constantly be promoting, have a sequel coming, building hype etc so people will keep engaged with your work. which is deeply capitalistic in nature and operates on the assumption that art exists purely as a product to be sold. and in order to keep selling you need to keep making a bigger and better and more spectacular product. and this is not the case at all. marketability is not the essence of art, it merely a factor of creating it under this insufferable system. kpop in particular suffers from this because the industry is specifically fabricated to produce capitol. we can have discussions all day about idols and their artistic integrity but at the end of that day, they are all cogs working with a system that was specifically made up by essentially one person to be culturally exported and to just print buckets of money. so in following that train of thought, there is a constant attitude of bigger and better because shock value (whether positive or negative) gets social media attention and therefore it sells. and it has become exponentially easier (and also seemingly required) to make things that are bigger and better than ever before. i remember being blown away by the projection floor at the sochi 2014 olympics because something of that scale and complexity would never have been possible without literally having the funding of the olympics. now that technology is easily accessible to anyone with an amazon account and the time to learn how isadora works. in comparison, it took 2400 YEARS for just the job of a ‘theatre designer’ to be even become a job at all.

because of kpop’s fan culture it is especially prone to ‘hype’ behaviour. in general with the accessibility of the internet and social media, everything has turned into a competition, and who can generate the most buzz ‘wins’. but ultimately that has taken away the general public’s ability to recognize that you can enjoy something quietly and you can enjoy something slowly. that the enjoyment of something doesn’t need to be all exclamation marks and keysmashes and trending hashtags on twitter. there is value in a work engaging in an emotion within you that is not just excitement. most of the artists and companies that i consume the work of i don’t do so because their work makes me excited, i do so because i liked the experience of engaging with that work. several years ago i saw the eternal tides by legend lin dance theatre, which you can watch a really short clip of here. that is not slow motion, that is actually how slow the dancers are moving. and 90% of the show is performed like that. and its two hours long. and it was one of the most incredible performances i've ever seen. if i ever get the chance I will go see another one of their shows again, not because i care about how they can top that experience i had, but because i know they can produce that experience, and that is enough to make me want to seek them out again. the speed of the internet has also loosened the general public’s understanding of just exactly how long creating a performance work can take. the lead dancer in the eternal tides was with the company for eight years before she and the piece were ready enough to be performed. large scale operas, musicals, and plays often have a year or more of pre-production before they even get to rehearsal. smaller theatre companies workshop new pieces for years at a time. performance is hard and it takes time. you can eliminate some of that with sheer amounts of money and people, which is what the kpop industry has done, but it speeds up the cycle of consumption to a degree that is not sustainable, especially for companies and creators who do not have that kind of access. performers and performance makers often don't put enough trust in their audiences. if they like what they see, they will come back. they dont need to be constantly bombarded with content at all times.

now that i’ve said a bit about why i think hype is a flawed concept, let's bring it back to kingdom. sf9 did something very interesting with their stage in that they actively chose to limit their dance time. and this plays very well off the performance film stage that taeyang did a couple of weeks ago. taeyang is talented and confident (for good reason), and his solo was incredible. but when it came to the intro stage, instead of trying to one-up the solo stage, the group instead said ‘well people are going to be looking at us because taeyang is insanely talented, so let's show them that we ALL have the confidence and the attitude to be up here.’ no need for flashy theatrics, they had the foresight to do something that would make them stand out from the rest of the groups. even if i was just casually watching the stages without doing any analysis on them (like i did for rtk), i would still be able to distinguish them because they had the stones to stand around for half their stage time. now i recognize them and would like to see what else they can do. same principle as what btob and also what ikon did. there is a fine line between anticipation and hype that gets equated in media consumption nowadays, but the two are not the same.

i think the tldr on this is that you dont need to ‘build hype’ or ‘go all out’ to make an interesting work. just focus on telling the narrative that you want to tell, and the people that recognize that will come. i could have a lot more things to say about peoples shrinking attention spans and the constant stream of information that we consume on a daily basis that devalues the labour done by artists in the eyes of the public and promotes hustle culture that is burning out and damaging creators at a rate that is both exponential and frightening, but that’s probably for another time, because this is SO LONG