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[onesidedradiostatic]

can we talk about how the weirdest part of staticmoth isn't even the fact that they're toxic to each other?

it's how they both react to each other's toxicity with nonchalance.

like. first, during val's tantrum, val throws a glass at vox, or well, in his vicinity.

then vox just... steps away like it's nobody's business, barely bothered by it.

and later, when it's vox's turn to be angry, he roughly pulls val down, shakes him, and shouts at his face.

then val just... shrugs it off.

usually when you think of a toxic relationship, you'd probably think of person A being toxic to person B then person B biting back just as toxic until it's a back and forth of toxicity, a full-blown fight.

but that. that's not staticmoth. staticmoth is fucking weird in that when one is acting toxic towards the other, the other acts nonchalant and doesn't retaliate. then they switch roles on who the toxic one is and who the nonchalant one is.

I am not at all denying the toxicity in their relationship, but they certainly are a really fucking weird brand of toxic that is just. so hard to describe.

[itsabouttimex2]

Sooooo... How do you feel about the season 5?

In short? Mid. 6-6.5/10.

In long…?

A severely rushed season that bit off way more than it could chew. A season that had the characters pull powers from their asses more frequently than ever before. A season that had shitty “dramatic” moments for the sake of having dramatic moments. A season that lampshades issues instead of fixing them. A season with so, so much wasted potential.

It basically boils down: everything they wanted to do COULD have been good, but they just didn’t have the time.

I’ll go into some varied details below. I’d also like to make clear- I’ll be tagging all of my Season Five Posts with “Lego Monkie Kid Season 5” and “LMK Spoilers” until August 1st. Then the gloves are coming off and I’ll stop tagging them.

(I still liked the season, for what it’s worth- and you can watch it in full here! I’ve got some drafts and bots cooking as we speak!)

This was a cute send-off to Flying Bark! It was nice of them to acknowledge, in some way, everything that those dears did for the show- because Lego Monkie Kid would NOT be where it is without them.

Significantly less cute-

The absolute kick in the fucking face that constantly superimposing old footage over newer, worse footage is.

You don’t want us to be constantly reminded of the animation downgrade- that’s the literal last thing that anyone wants. Why would you constantly remind us that it used to be better?

What the fuck does this accomplish? Okay, let’s make comparisons, cause that’s the only thing that can result from pulling this shit-

This is what happens when you constantly reference the older, superior content.

PEOPLE CONSTANTLY NOTICE THAT YOUR CONTENT IS WORSE.

Also, why is it so saturated? How do you make a Lego Minifigure look like he has jaundice?

It’s just a bad look to constantly reference content you can’t live up to. I’m hoping they’ll just recreate old content instead of sloppily pasting it into the background of the show- it’ll be less jarring.

Alright, what else…

———

Uh, I fucking called it! Nuwa is not MK’s “loving though bereft mommy”! Which I had been guessing ever since the Celestial Pagoda leaked, actually-

I mean, come on. He’s literally stealing the stones away from her as she reaches to take them back.

And the Season confirmed it! Nuwa might’ve be been MK’s creator, but she certainly wasn’t his momma.

And you know how the series subtlety clues you in to how little she cares about her “son”?

Nuwa didn’t give him a name. She had hundreds, maybe thousands of years to think on it- but no. No name.

We mortals name our pets, our vehicles, our art. We love them enough to bestow monikers.

Nuwa didn’t even bother to name her own sapient mortal creation.

But when he makes a move against her, does something she doesn’t want, takes destiny into his own hands?

She calls out to him with one word- not “son”. Not “MK”.

Nuwa angrily calls him “mortal”.

Becuase that’s all he ever was to her, really. A mortal pawn. A handmade puppet.

Someone designed to fulfill a sacrifice. Even though her intentions were good, MK’s sole purpose by her hand was to shoulder the weight of the world like a good little hero.

So… a potential villain in the making?

———

Lampshading the fact that you��re doing the “macguffin hunt” again does not excuse doing the “macguffin hunt” again.

Lampshading the “apocalypse after apocalypse” plots doesn’t make them any less exhausting.

Lampshading Macaque’s lack of narrative consequences does not undo the awkward and weak redemption arc.

———

They changed Mei “no longer wielding” the Samadhi fire, I guess.

Ignore that she never displayed a hint of concern or sorrow over “losing it” because now she’s sad and worried (after backlash from the fans over her losing it) about losing it.

Like, Subodhi knows so much about the world and the universe that he’s aware of his existence in the ink scroll- but he gets Mei not having an interplanetary level threat inside her wrong?

I smell a retcon.

———

Macaque’s redemption arc is still shit. I’ve got a whole rant queued to release soon, actually- I imagine it might be the final time I comment on his arc until Season Six.

To put it short- Macaque still falls upwards into redemption. No pushback or difficulty or introspection. He’s just a magically better person without any onscreen development to make the change believable.

But they reference this at one point?

Sun Wukong points out that Macaque escapes the trial without any punishment, and is just allowed to mope in place of an actual consequence.

So maaaaaayybeeeee they’ll do something in Season Six? I’ve lost all faith that he’ll ever be an interesting character again, though.

He’s essentially just “brooding rival #80058”. Instead of being a character that calls back to Seasons 1-3, from 4 onwards he’s just a brand new dude who totally didn’t commit any atrocities with a smile on his face- and he’s a worse and more boring character for it.

———

If I haven’t misjudged the intent, I think Monkie Kid will be going back to being an episodic series for the extent of Season Six. Again, they lampshade the “apocalypse after apocalypse” thing, yeah?

And now they have a perfect formula- find someone who’s having trouble with their new power, and help them.

And we might see Bai He again???

Let’s hope for a good breather season!

———

Rest in piss Li Jing their asses did NOT cook with you sorry papa

You could’ve been interesting in the writers didn’t try to pull a “loving father” bait and switch after you got like four scenes of being a raw jackass

If they were going to deviate from the source material and make you a good dad couldn’t it have just been:

“Li Jing, you were not invited to the trial!”

“STF that monkey son of a bitch hurt my baby boy-“

“Father I’m 300-“

“Hush son, let daddy take care of this- that monkey son of a bitch hurt my baby boy when he stole the Samadhi fire map!”

Maybe next season you’ll get to be interesting, hun.

(I’m still writing for Lotusfam though)

———

Drama for the sake of drama. 0/10 scene. Could’ve just had the interruption come AFTER they held hands, but no. Gotta drag shit out for the shippers or whatever. There was no reason to prolong this reunion.

I’m really not a fan of the “just wait another season for it”, mentality. Stop stretching shit out. You had a chance to do something sweet and heartwarming, and chose not to for the sake of trying to drag a conclusion out.

Ugh.

———

Characters just pull powers out of their ass for the sake of forcing dramatic scenes.

THESE ARE DOGSHIT SCENES

THIS MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE. THIS IS DONE SOLELY FOR THE SALE OF “MUH DRAMATIC FINALE” AND IS BAD

ITS BAD WRITING TO HAVE CHARACTERS PULL NEW MAGICAL POWERS OUT OF THEIR ASSES FOR THE SAKE OF DRAMA

IF WUKONG HAD THIS POWER FROM THE START HE SHOULD’VE USED IT AGAINST HIS FUCKING LETHAL ENEMIES AND NOT SAVED IT FOR HIS PRECIOUS STUDENT

MK NEVER LEARNED TO USE THE FILLET SPELL. THE WRITERS PULLED IT OUT OF THEIR ASS TO FORCE DRAMA BY HAVING MK TORTURE HIS MENTOR LONGER THAN EVEN THEIR ACTING ENEMY LI JING DID WITH A CIRCLET THAT IS CANONICALLY TIGHTER THAN HIS FIRST

WE SEE HOW FAST HE IS WHEN HE FIGHTS THE AZURE LION

MK CAN MOVE FASTER THAN WUKONG

HE COULD’VE BEATEN HIM THERE IN AN EQUALLY CLIMATIC RACE

I FEEL NOTHING WHEN I WATCH THIS BECAUSE IT IS FORCED DRAMA FOR THE SAKE OF DRAMA

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[antchurch]

Hey can you please rec me your fave avatar fanfics?

i would be Honoured to

this is going to be a heavily zukka themed list as they recently became my top tagged ship on ao3 (im there @ jiminie if u want to see any more of my bookmarks) but i will endeavour to be more inclusive don't u worry !! these are all mostly pg - if there is sex it isn't the focus, mainly cause id feel weird rec’ing smut to a potential minor and also cause i don't need the judgement of my taste in porn but if u do want an 18+ rec lmk  the art of burning - zukka (eventually), canon divergence, ongoing - this might be one of my favourite fics ever, its a hadoka+ the watertribe come across zuko fic and i cannot recommend it enough have done some quality crying 2 this one xo what is living is burning - zukka, canon divergence, complete - BRO the canon divergence on this bad boy? so good - it had such a Mood, the tone is exquisite - - i cant say much without spoilers but trust me it goes Hard blue - zukka, canon divergence, complete - i may as well be recommending the bible here but i mean it when i say this has some of the best zuko character exploration that i’ve ever experienced it deserves all the love it gets!! the spirit stone - zukka, canon divergence, ongoing - zuko imprisoned by the fire nation? very cool ideas going on here, can’t wait to see where it goes!!! what you’re meant for - zukka, post-canon, complete - ambassador sokka saved the world! jk but like this is a really interestingly written fic, i love the epistolary style and its really satisfying to see a political system become unfucked. i wish i could be more articulate cause this fic rlly deserves that but im clow n

more below the cut cause it got long ;)

boy problems - zukka, post-canon, complete - this boy can fit so much angst in him!! this also has some excellent mailee content s/o to my lesbians xoxo swords of fate, pride of heart - zukka, alternate universe complete - zukka zoom uni au! did this fic hit entirely too hard for me as a uni student on zoom? why yes. do i also want to fall in love with a boy over zoom because of swords? also yes say you like your shirt soggy - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this is just good vibes aman falling in love n doing dishes its all we want - excellent hakoda content here !! very good if u desire better parental figures!! Flow Like Fire - canon divergence, ongoing - zuko is an airbender au that slaPs - also our first none zukka one look at me having range! but very very good its so clever in how zuko figures shit out i really enjoy the world building on this one blue's clues - zukka, alternate universe, complete - modern au where the blue spirit is a vigilante - its so fun to read and has sexy spiderman vibes big love 2 this one tell me a story - zukka, post-canon, complete - this will rip ur heart out!! izumi likes being read stories! tw major character death xox goodbye to fathers - canon compliant, complete - hakoda and zuko have a talk and ozai just sucks - good hakoda dad vibes and adults being responsible love it lighthouse beam - zukka, alternate universe, complete - uni au again!! very cute and disabled zuko rep!! love 2 see it  - so much pining my dude when the sun sets, and the moon follows - zukka, post canon, complete - this is an elderly gaang fic, so if ur constantly thinking abt grief like i am this is Right up ur street - tw major character death but so worth it.  Baby Hotline, please hold (me close to you) - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this shit is hilarious boys, fbi agent zuko and engineer sokka its a great time  Mass Times Acceleration - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this is a masterpiece, zukka roast trip au just very good painful feelings big fucking fan here man i would die 4 this fic survival will not be the hardest part - azula-centric, canon compliant, complete - beautiful azula character piece really rich and painful also lowkey sapphic Look How Far We've Come - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this whole series is insane!! daemons au!!! such good worldbuilding amazing character work fucking phenomenal man rain dance - aang-centric, canon compliant, complete - beautiful, beautiful aang piece about airbender culture and loss if u read any of these pls make it this one Intimate Counselors - zukka, post canon, complete - fucking hilarious zuko buys shit for sokka plot very good very fun honestly a joy 2 read might read it right now when im done with this list studying the blade - zukka, alternate universe, complete - social media au!! great gang dynamics n super fun!!!! kintsugi - toph+zuko bros 4 eva, canon divergence, complete? but only sorta cause the whole series isn't complete but its So good such a good reworking of the plot aaa it just goes hard man its the toph n zuko content u deserve spring comes to caldera - zukka, post canon, complete - ambassador sokka is back baybe and its so fucking good - great azula stuff here, really well developed pining, the full works figures 1-5: killing gods - zukka, canon divergence but only a lil, complete - a really lyrical and althetic exploration of zuko. feels like catharsis (do you take this jerk to be) your one and only - zukka, canon divergence, complete - hehehe proposal related hijinks love 2 see it yue is here n its great the art of charting the stars - zukka, post canon, complete - beautiful star gazing theme and gorgeous pining this is iconic i love it  speak ill - zukka, alternate universe, complete - sometimes u just need to call ozai a bastard. immaculate wow long list - sorry abt that!! but it really could have been easily twice as long aha

i hope i’ve managed to rec u something new and that u enjoy any of these and thank u so much for the ask~~~

[siredsong]

🎮 30 Questions Tag Game 🎮

Tagged by my love @knjsnoona 🥺 thank you ameliaaaa 😘😘😘

name/nickname: leeba

star sign: taurus

height: 170 cm

birthday: april

favorite band: ahhh way too many !!! but bts <3 

time: 4:25 pm

favorite solo artist: ooo also way too many but some of my faves are bruno major, brent faiyaz, charlie burg, clairo, dpr ian, zico, dean, eloise, billie, finneas, giveon, harry styles, jaden, joji, kendrick lamar, kali uchis, lorde, miley cyrus, mitski, olivia rodrigo, omar apollo, pink sweat$, role model, ruel, sza, sik-k, troye sivan, tyler the creator, willow, and yenkee :) haha just to name a few....

song stuck in your head: lucy by yenkee

last movie you watched: harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban 

free space!: umm i love u guys haha thanks for sticking around even tho im annoying as fUCK ;p 

last show: doom at your service! and that was a whileee ago so need to start a new one asap 

when i created this blog: it’s been almost 3 weeks!! which is crazy cause it feels like i’ve been here for a while 

what i post: i mostly shit post lol but i make mood boards and i’m thinking about writing soon...maybee

last thing i googled: i may have wanted to spell check to make sure i was spelling azkaban correctly haha so i googled harry potter 3 😭 

other blogs: @leebsrecs which is a side blog for fic recs and such but currently i just reblog a bunch of fics that i want to read haha will start writing fic recs soon tho so stay tuned! 

do i get asks?: uhhh occasionally but not much no! but i do love getting them so so very much, literally every single one is special 

why i chose my url?: there was something that i saw a while back that was called sired sadist and i had always thought it sounded very cool but i’m not a sadist lol so i wanted to change it to something that related to me so siredsong came into existence since i love music and singing so very much. i’m not sure if i should change it tho since it isn’t bts related or anything but i like it at the moment :) 

following: i’m following soo many people, i would not be able to name them all but i’m following a bunch of amazing writers and mood board/gif creators!! my dash is always full of amazing content, i love it :) 

followers: 91 last time i checked!! which i think is absolutely crazy since i haven’t been here very long! thank you to every last one of u for clicking that follow button 🥺 i have no clue why u would want to since i literally spew shit all the time but thank you all the same 🥰

average hours of sleep: umm around 7-8 hours of sleep as of late since i’m home for the summer but usually 5-6 hours 

lucky number: i don’t have one but i like the number 23 a lot 

instruments: i can’t play anything well but i’ve been trying to learn how to play piano!! 

what am i wearing?: leggings and a t-shirt lol bumming out at home as per usual

dream job: doctor at the moment but if i was living my ideal life i would really love to do something with music

favorite food: i love all kinds of food but the fucking crunchwrap supreme from taco bell is. my. shit 😩😩😩

tea or coffee: coffee! i do love tea a lot but i make coffee literally every day haha

nationality: american....lmaooo yea ur not getting anything more than that...yet 

favorite song: HAHA bold of u to assume i’d be able to choose a favorite, there are way too many beautiful songs out there, i could never choose just one 

last book i read: little women

top three fictional universes i would like to live in: oh definitely the harry potter world, terabithia, and narnia

tagging: @smasmashin @memphisfaith @secretum-scriptor @pjmsdior @jungkooksbroski @vantezza @kookiecrumb @taeshuworld @oasiswithmyg @yuniixoxo @taegularities @cythjk @xpeachesncream @xjoonchildx @moresarcasm @intokook @dulcehobi @moon-write @sunshinerainbowsbts @midknight-marauder @disvease @peachyyoongs @pitchblackserein @kkookiee and whoever else wants to do this!!

ahhh sorry for the tag spam, feel free to ignore haha and lmk if u want me to stfu <3 

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Put on a Show

So @weebsinstash has an incredible yandere!erasermic x reader series go read everything they write, its fantastic

I wanted to play around with the idea too, so i asked for permission on anon lol.

enjoy this full 2,090 words

Warning: yandere themes, yandere!erasermic, League of Villains, fear, mentions of past torture, mentions of abuse, mentions of past abusive relationship, implied  Spinner x Reader, kissing, Villain origin story, female pronouns used for reader, (if i missed a tag lmk)

You ran. You ran as fast and as far as you could. Your bare feet hit the wet ground, cursing as you stumbled. Your hands hit the mud, but you didn’t stop.

Even when your lungs screamed.

Even when your muscles burned.

You kept going.

With luck, a razor and your own wits you had managed to escape that hell house. You’d managed to escape from the clutches of your obsessed demons. 

At the slight thought of your tormentors, the now healed break in your leg aches all over again. 

Keep going.

Keep going.

KEEP GOING.

The woods betrayed you before, but hopefully, the downpour may erase your footprints. A branch latched onto your shoulder and you screeched. Memories of Aizawa’s cruel grasp flooded your mind. You slipped on the wet ground, tumbling down a slight incline. 

Dazed, confused and hurt, you ignored your pain and kept going. Desperation and adrenaline kept you going.

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

You looked down to avoid losing your eyes to another branch, only to embarrassingly run straight into a tree. Your body fell back, landing harshly on the mud.

You heard a groan.

Trees do not groan.

Fear overran your systems as you slowly, shakily looked up.

In front of you was a man covered in green scales. He looked more like a lizard, than an actual human, but you quickly guessed that was his quirk. But, he wasn’t alone.

A scarred man with piercings. A teenage girl with blond hair. Another man with a mask. And lastly…

You recognized him from the news.

Shigaraki.

The League Of Villains

“What the hell,” The lizard-man hissed, rubbing his head, “Where the fuck did you come from?”

You took your chances.

“Please…” you gasped, looking up at the white haired leader, “Help me.”

It took approximately 3 seconds to be taken from the forest. The scarred man, Dabi you learned, pulled out his phone and called Kurogiri, their method of transport. 

Spinner, surprisingly like a gentleman, helped you stand and introduced himself. 

Not a second later your vision was filled with black and you were out of the rain.

Out of the cold.

Out of the monsters’ clutches.

Instead, you found yourself in a surprisingly comfortable bar scene. It was warm, bright, and quite homey.

Shigaraki continued to stare at you, his red eyes giving away nothing. The blonde however, hovered, as she began to talk. You couldn’t keep up, exhaustion slowing your mind and mental process. All you managed to register is ‘blood’.

A tall woman spoke up first, “oh dear, look at you. You look like a wet rat.” She inspected you before standing straight, “Let me get you something dry.You can call my Big Sis Magne!”

You nodded, managing a small “thank you,” as she rushed out of the room to come back with a dry towel, draping it over you.

‘Huh, it smells nice,’ you thought, wrapping it around your shoulders, taking in the small comfort. Almost like roses and lavender…

The leader finally spoke up, “Who are you?”

That was the question. That one simple question caused the dam to burst. You broke down, telling them everything. The torture, the abuse, the agony, all by the hands of two supposed heroes. You went over every grueling, painful detail, tears pouring down your face. 

They knew of your captors and torture before they even knew your name.

With every word, The league members, especially Dabi, became more and more disgusted and angry. You didn’t even finish when Spinner offered a kind hand for you to hold onto. 

“P-please,” you finally managed, “D-don’t send me back…”

Shigaraki scoffed, “Heroes think they can just do whatever they want huh? Well fuck ‘em. Eraserhead and Present Mic want their precious treasure back? Well too bad. It’s ours now.”

Big Sis Magne let out a happy laugh, “Oh good! Another girl! If you ask me, only having Toga around was getting to be too much.” She took your other free hand, “We’re gonna be such a good team, those nasty heroes won’t know what hit them.”

“I can’t wait to make them pay with their blood,” Toga smiled, her golden eyes shining with excitement. Dabi remained silent, but Spinner gave you a kind smile. “What a show it will be! You, coming face to face with those demons, and having us at your back!” The one with the mask, Mr.Compress, finally spoke, giving a theatrical hand wave.

With every word, you felt your shoulders get lighter. 

“Now,” The leader, your new leader, spoke up, “Tell me all about your quirk, and those pieces of garbage that hurt you.”

When Shouta and Hizashi returned home, they knew something was wrong. The house seemed...cold. You were not in the living room, nor the kitchen. 

They assumed this was one of your bad days. Where you’d sleep until it was late at night, only so you can avoid them.

Quickly, that changed. 

The closer Shouta got to your door, the more he felt his gut twist. The air seemed wet and almost humid.

“Hey, are you awake in there?” He knocked, concerned, “I’m coming in!” 

When he opened the door, the wet air made sense. Your window was open, rain poured in from the storm outside. The carpet and everything else by the window was soaked, giving the hero a clue that you’ve been gone a while. 

“HIZASHI!” The black haired male called out, darting into the room. Desperately he looked around, only to look up when he heard his husband cry out. 

“She’s gone! Our songbird is gone!!” He panicked, aiding Shouta in his desperate search. The couple tore apart the house, hoping this was something else. Hoping you didn’t leave through the window. 

They hoped and prayed, only for their optimism to be dashed when their search turned up empty. 

“We need to go after her!” The blonde hero cried, “s-she could be hurt! She doesn’t know how to take care of herself!!” 

Shouta was already preparing to venture outside. He was at the door when he turned to look at his severely distressed husband, “stay here. In case she comes back, I’ll go look for her.” 

With that, Eraserhead ran out of the front door of the house, hoping to find you in the woods. 

Days became weeks became months. With every passing hour, you felt happier and lighter. Your spirit and soul were healing. It will take time, but you knew you were able to recover. You had escaped, and found a family who would ride or die with you. 

You’d ride or die with them. 

Spinner was especially kind to you. He was a gentleman, always asking before touching. You spent most of your free time with him when he or you weren’t gone collecting information or searching for members. 

You still weren't comfortable going on missions by yourself. Most of the them were with Dabi, Big Sis Magne or Jin, who you’d met shortly after your joining. Despite the short time with them, you felt like you belonged. You helped them, they helped you. You became a part of their family. 

They’d even gone so far as to get your cat Mochi back. Dabi simply dumped the kitty on your lap and walked away without saying anything. You missed your feline friend, and now in the league, he gets all the love the villains could muster. 

They try to keep sudden loud noises to a minimum. Occasionally a surprise yell or sound would happen, but someone was always quick to jump to your defense. 

It was mostly Shigaraki, but he’d apologize begrudgingly.

Even he wasn’t so bad. You had gone with Toga to get him a new controller, and he’s tolerated you ever since (maybe even respect you after you managed to beat him to a quick video game match). 

This was your life. This was your freedom. 

This was what you wanted. 

It’s been hell without you. Shouta and Hizashi were in hell. It’s been months since the eraser hero found your footprints surrounded by others. It’s been months of searching. Months of desperation to rescue you from your kidnappers. That’s the only logical reason for your disappearance. 

You were kidnapped. 

You needed them. You needed your lovers. 

But they couldn’t save you. 

Some nights Shouta would wake up alone. He’d be cold and lonely. Slowly he’d walk to your room, and find his blonde husband asleep, holding your favorite pillow. 

It stopped smelling like you a while ago. 

With every passing day their hope waned. With every passing hour their hearts ached. 

Shouta finally broke down one night. When he woke up alone again he wandered to your room, finding Hizashi in his usual position. Instead of being asleep, the blonde’s shoulders shook with muffled sobs and cries. 

The Eraser hero sat on the bed and held his husband, not bothering to muffle his own weeping. 

This isn’t what they wanted. 

The view from the roof was both beautiful and hilarious. You orchestrated a nomu attack, remaining hidden. Spinner was accompanying you. The others were scattered around the city, taking in the chaos. 

You remembered those roads and streets. You walked them for so long. 

Until those bastards stole you. 

Now, with your life in the league, you could stroll down the sidewalk again. You could see the sky and feel the sun. 

You could punish heroes for abandoning you. For letting you get kidnapped. 

A smile graced your lips. The chaos of the nomu was beautiful. 

There was a flash of black in the corner of your eye, and you turned your head. Slowly, your smile grew at the sight of Eraserhead struggling to take down the brutish monster. 

Only to have your smile fade when Present Mic saves him. 

“Ugh, I hate them.” You growled, “I see them and I hate them.” 

Spinner looked up from his spot on the roof. He swished his tail once before following your gaze to your distant tormentors.  

“You should put on a show,” he put a hand on your shoulder, “drive ‘em even more bat shit.”

You laughed warmly, the idea of breaking their hearts even more gave you infinite joy. 

“Mind if I use you?” You asked, preparing to use your quirk. 

With the villains you have gotten stronger. Your quirk was a weapon. A strong, powerful, useful weapon. 

You’re the opposite of what Shouta and Hizashi said over and over again. 

They can’t tell you that you're weak. Not anymore. 

There was a tipped over bus, and that’s where you planted the illusion. 

You and Spinner, hand in hand. 

Oh this is gonna be good. 

When they dealt with the Nomu, Hizashi looked to the bus, and even from a distance, you could see his eyes widen. 

“S-songbird!” 

You gagged, and Spinner laughed softly beside you.

Shouta looked up, meeting the illusions gaze. 

You feared he’d use his quirk, destroying your fun, but he didn’t, at least not in that instant. 

“G-get away from her!” The black haired male shouted, his black eyes trained on fake-spinner. 

“No,” the illusion spoke, “I think your precious songbird belongs to me.”

The illusion of spinner pulled illusion you closer. The illusion of you looking bashful.

Shouta prepared an attack, jumping up in the air to do so. Hizashi prepared his own quirk, apparently ok with sacrificing your well-being to get you. 

You cause fake-spinner to dip fake-you into a deep kiss. 

That was apparently distracting enough to cause Present Mic to choke on air, and Eraserhead to stumble and miss his attack. 

“Come on my sweet,” fake-you cooed, “let’s go.” 

You created one more illusion, covering the two fakes in smoke, making them disappear. 

As you finished with your quirk, you rubbed your temples. 

Spinner laughed beside you, “m-my sweet! Oh my god you killed me.” 

You gave a faint smile, that only grew when you heard Hizashi’s mournful howling. 

Spinner and you peered over the edge of the roof, and spotted the two of them breaking down. The blonde was wailing. You swear you saw his fat tears from your position. 

Shouta just looked broken. He looked absolutely devastated.

Maybe a long time ago that sight would have hurt you. 

You made eye contact with your partner next to you. 

“My sweet,” you teased, promptly bursting into laughter.

“Let’s go! Before they hear us!” Spinner tried to shush you, failing with his own giggling. 

You nodded and grabbed his hand. 

“Let’s go then,” you winked, “my sweet.”

The both of you fled, making your way to Jin and Toga. 

You smiled at the sight of them, only feeling happier as more of your family of villains got together. 

This is exactly where you wanted to be. 

A villain, to make those heroes suffer.

[nako-doodles]

check in tag 😌

tagged by the cutest babes @jaehyukkies @gimbapchefs @taesjpg @joenns @honsool @taehyungq @himbojin @jiminswn & @kimtaegis  mwah! ✨✨

1. Why did you choose your url?

namjoon bought a duck mold, ventured out into a snowy day in winter, and gave me the greatest tweet i have ever seen

2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them

the day i gain the ability to wrangle more than one blog ill let yall know

3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?

*starts calculating time furiously and almost burns out her single braincell* ive been here since like freshman year high school.....so............2010? 2011? ive deleted and restarted like 3 times tho so.........also you can calculate my exact age now (as if I dont have my age on my carrd aiowgjiorajgo)

4. Do you have a queue tag?

no we dont tag we just chaos in this house *finger guns*

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

i took a break from tumblr and kpop and then decided I wanted to make a bts blog out of the blue

6. Why did you choose your icon?

i drew all these tiny snow ducks i might as well capitalize on them yknow? really embrace my duck persona (Kim Namjoon witness the person you have made me)

7. Why did you choose your header?

honestly my entire blog brand at this point can be narrowed down to the hour ish (probably) joon spent wrangling snow into duck molds, placing them together for the twt, and captioning them ducktan sonyeondan (im on the look out for new ideas im ready for a change lmk if you have ideas 🥰)

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

i think its this post?? of the babies on rollerblades from that one iconic dynamite stage. and on that note tumblr should be able to let me filter based on note count instead of forcing me to rely one my shoddy terrible no good math skills. asking me to compare numbers bigger than 0? despicable. 

9. How many mutuals do you have?

absolutely no fucking clue 🥰🥰🥰 i do love them to the moon (Kim Seokjin) and back tho!!!!

10. How many followers do you have?

ngl its still wild for me that even one of yall follow me thank you 🥺🥺🥺 its a great honor that you have bestowed upon me

11. How many people do you follow?

303 bc I like it when numbers are palindromes and also bc im bad at checking new blogs

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

would like you to direct you to my #shirley you cant be serious.txt tag

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

i try my best to “clean out” my blog (reply to my dms/askbbox, check out my mentions, scroll for new content i may have missed etc.) in the mornings and evenings when i have the time. ive been kinda bad at this lately bc its been hectic here in shirley headquarters but ill get to everyone soon I promise!! (this sounds like bad. its not!!! its just that leaving things stresses me out? like how i like replying to texts as soon as i see them or reply emails as fast as i can. ‘unresolved’ correspondence feels rude.)

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

no im the type to unfollow/block/ignore if someone did or said something i dont agree with without a word

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i get the need for those signal boost posts and promulgating important information but (and this is going to sound selfish) tumblr is my destress zone. i go here when the world is being overwhelming and terrible. i certainly read and educate myself as much as my mental health will let me, and i try my best to promote information and donate whenever i can, but i feel like social media has caused some people here to be too into canceling, managing, and being performative in their ‘wokeness.’ like you HAVE to have a blackout pic on instagram and you HAVE to reblog all these posts and you HAVE to immediately cancel everyone who has ever made a mistake EVER with no nuance or context (or dare i say......humanity). like fighting for human rights and speaking up again racism and bringing attention to societal problems is just a checklist to go down instead of being things you should understand and try to improve? like being ‘unproblematic’ starts and ends with mindlessly reblogging ‘woke’ content. idk sorry for going on a rant. going back to your regularly scheduled lighthearted content in 3...2...1

16. Do you like tag games?

ABSOLUTELY TAG ME IN EVERYTHING PLS AND THANK MWAH

17. Do you like ask games?

ofc!!! i used to do a lot of ask games back in the day but work and the pixel art ive been working on has been eating up all my extra time (and i always feel bad if I leave asks unanswered for too long see: q. 13) i do have that clover moots post saved for when my mental health is up and i have the time to tho!!!! 

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

ngl the idea of being tumblr famous is hilarious to me bc it usually just the same 10 moots who share a braincell bouncing posts back and forth each other, but i do think all my moots are superstars that even class o super giants millions of millions of miles away are turning green w envy 🥰🥰🥰

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

i have a confession i have to make........i have a big phat standing crush on all my moots........its really embarassing............thats its bigger than even tae’s tush or joon’s tits..................pls let me down gently if you dont feel the same................

tagging: @cafejoon @stargazingjin @yoobijin @jinbestboy @jintae @jinv @taemaknae @butterful & anyone who wants to ✨✨

[greywindys]

Omg so this is my super late offering for 2Docweek (if fics aren’t allowed just lmk and I’ll adjust the tagging, it’s no problem!). Also if you follow this blog and hate 2Doc, I’m sorry! I placed it all under the cut so hopefully it doesn’t take up too much space on your dash.

This was inspired by Day 4: Favorite Phase. I actually don’t know if I could pick a favorite phase, but phase 1 has always had a special place in my heart. From 2D’s random journal entries about Murdoc’s fear of flying (2D’s Murdoc observations in general tbh!), to their stay in Jamaica together, to their various misadventure that get hinted at throughout different interviews, there’s like, so much to think about and expand upon. All that being said, it’s hard to look at phase 1 without feeling a hint of sorrow because we all know where it leads eventually. Anyhow, this fic takes place very early in their writing process for the first album when they’re still getting to know one another (so like, building 2Doc), during a night when they both stay behind in the studio. 

Summary: Murdoc is uncharted and mysterious, but 2D has always considered himself a bit of an explorer.  

Rating: pg-13

Word count: ~3000

The clock reads 4:52 am when 2D sees Murdoc lie down on the floor, a nearly empty bottle of vodka held loosely in his hand. All around him are the remnants of a long night of writing and re-writing; crumpled up papers, squashed beer cans, and ashtrays full of cigarettes. The keyboard they’ve been playing on for the last few hours sits beside him. It’s  been a process, getting him to this point. 2D thinks it might have been around dinner time when he noticed the first signs of slowing down.

And Murdoc never slows down. At least, not since 2D has known him.

“Tired already, Muds?” 2D teases from across the recording studio as he stubs out another cigarette in the ashtray next to him.

Murdoc turns his head towards him and frowns. “That’s real swell coming from you, the one who’s been going back to the hotel with Noodle and Russ every night except this one. And you’re saying I’m tired. What’s tired anyways?” He stops to stretch which causes him to unconsciously tip the bottle in his hand until the liquid inside spills out and lands with a splatter on the floor and his face, though it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

He has a point. 2D can’t remember a time Murdoc left the studio before any of them, and now that he thinks about it, he’s always assumed the same. Even on the few nights he’s stayed late with him - something he’d only recently started - he can’t remember a time Murdoc has ever mentioned sleep or even feeling tired. It was usually 2D who was the one to doze off to him working only to wake up a few hours later and still find him his head buried in his notebook.

However, the sloppy behavior and the almost palpable fatigue in his voice tell 2D otherwise, and an odd mix of worry and relief comes over him. Worry because he can’t understand why Murdoc won’t just take take a nap if he’s tired and relief to see that yes, Murdoc Niccals, self-appointed bandleader and music genius did get tired. It reassures 2D that perhaps they aren’t thousands of worlds apart like he had originally thought; maybe now it’s more like hundreds.

“Well, you look tired.”

“What? I can’t stop to think for a minute? I’m fine. I’m..I’m just drunk.”

“Okay. Drunk and tired.”

“Oh shut up.”

“How many days has it been?” 2D asks.

“Hell if I know,” Murdoc replies quietly, eyes are fixed on the ceiling. “I can barely even remember what I did yesterday, let alone however many days ago. You’ve been here haven’t you? I still haven’t got a clue why, but you have. So why don’t you tell me?”

2D has only stayed behind late with Murdoc three times before, and that he was sure of because he keeps an active tally of every little thing that happens during those quasi-private writing session. The first time Murdoc hardly interacted with him outside of glancing at him suspiciously and sporadically asking him why he was even there, to which 2D answered ‘why not?’ Murdoc had still seemed flabbergasted at his answer, and it puzzled 2D that the very idea of sharing ideas together and getting to know each other better seemed so foreign to him. 2D spent most of that time playing tic tac toe with himself in his notebook and listening to scribbling sound of Murdoc’s pen. The second time was more of the same except for one instance where Murdoc asked him to test out a melody for him. 2D considered the third time the most special. The third time they had actually sat at 2D’s keyboard together and played around with different chords. Then, in a spurt of nervous energy, 2D had offered Murdoc a cigarette and Murdoc had accepted it.

“Well, um, If you’re tired you can take a nap, I don’t mind.”

“I don’t know why you keep going on about this sleep thing. I’ve never been more awake in my life,” Murdoc says as he bring his hand to his face and pinches himself.   

2D doesn’t know what to expect from this fourth night. But he’s learned enough about Murdoc to know that it was near impossible to change his mind. So for the moment, he resolves to play along.

“Okay, well,  I’ve got some melodies I think might work with that track Russel was putting together earlier.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“So if you don’t mind I’m just going to be playing on the keyboard...” 2D trails off as he wonders whether Murdoc will take the hint that his head is currently in the space where 2D was sitting earlier and move. He briefly entertains the idea of offering to allow him to rest his head in his lap if he doesn’t want get up but quickly dispels of it because of how embarrassed it makes him feel.

“Hmm. Alright Let’s have a listen then,” Murdoc replies as he motions with his hand for 2D to come over.

As he makes his way back to Murdoc, 2D takes great care to step over the piles of crinkled notebook papers. To someone who didn’t know any better, the room would look like a mess, but there’s a method to the chaos. The placement of each paper and pile is completely intentional, categorized by topic and genre and level of completion by Murdoc in a frenzied burst of energy that he’s told them comes and goes “every now and then.” So even though it takes him a little longer, he figures he would rather take his time than have Murdoc be angry with him and lose all the rapport he’s been so patiently building over the last two weeks.

That same Murdoc still hasn’t moved by the time 2D reaches both him and the keyboard. He follows the his gaze up towards the ceiling and is puzzled when he doesn’t find anything particularly interesting or out of the ordinary.

“Hey, so, uh, Murdoc. I’m here and….uh..”

No response.

“Murdoc…” 2D says as he sticks out his foot and gives him a tepid nudge.

Murdoc jumps.

“Fuck!” He exclaims as he runs a shaky hand through his hair, and 2D catches a rare glimpse of his forehead and eyebrows.

“You, uh, you alright, Murdoc? Did I, uh, scare you?”

“No, you idiot,” Murdoc snaps before taking another gulp vodka. “Anyways...it took you long enough.”

“Yeah, well, I was going to sit down now, um, at the keyboard but...your head is uh...well, if you could just...or I could just..or no, that would be weird so nevermind...um...” He doesn’t know exactly how he wants to ask Murdoc to move but the words fall out over one another anyways.

Murdoc looks at the keyboard, which is right next to his head and back to 2D and rolls his eyes. “Christ. I get it, I get it. You know you could have just asked.”

He doesn’t sit up when 2D sits but instead curls onto his side facing towards the singer.

“So, uh, just tell me if I’m too loud,” 2D says and this time, Murdoc doesn’t protest. Instead, he gives him a simple “okay” gesture and begins picking at the label on his now empty vodka bottle.

They don’t speak after that for a while. Only the sounds of stray chord progressions and 2D humming accent the silence and without Murdoc’s often tangential and sometimes scathing commentary, he’s left wondering what’s going the other’s mind as he lies beside him.

“You really like that keyboard,” Murdoc remarks at last.

“Yeah,” 2D answers. “Yeah, I guess I do. I like all my keyboards. Kinda like you and your bass.”

“Far from it. I don’t spends hours upon hours taking my bass apart and putting it back together. Or hooking up parts from other basses to my bass, or installing whatever that giant box was into that one keyboard you ordered online.”

“Hmm. Okay, point taken.”

“Have you ever gotten a keyboard that’s complete shit?” Murdoc continues. “Like, so shit that you have to...I don’t know put it sleep or give it a mercy kill or whatever the equivalent is for pianists?”

“Not so far, no.”

“So let’s say, you find one that’s been dropped out of a three story building, and then run over by a car and your uncle says, ‘fix it, 2D’...what’s your answer then?”

2D finishes jotting down another set of chords that he likes before answering. “Well, maybe I couldn’t fix it completely but I would guess there would still be some salvageable parts I could find worth saving. Why do you ask?”

“Okay, no. Let’s say the keyboard has had...I don’t know, seven? Eight? Ten. Ten previous owners who have all just completely fucked it up. One owner spilled coffee all over it, the other took it to a party and let party goers snort lines off the keys and somehow it ended up set on fire, and so on and so on. THEN it got dropped out the three story building and run over by the car.”

Murdoc is looking directly at him now, a small smirk on his face. But when 2D meets his gaze he can see that there’s a sort of sadness lingering in his eyes which 2D understands to be the real emotion that he’s feeling. He doesn’t know if Murdoc is aware of how expressive his eyes are, how despite the bragging and posturing he does during the day, the scowl he’s nearly perfected that he wears as his default expression, and the fact that his heavy bangs effectively shield his eyebrows from sight his eyes manage to give him away every single time.

“Well, I dunno. I don’t think a keyboard can help who its owners were.”

“But the wiring is going to be completely buggered up regardless,” Murdoc challenges back.

“I think I it would still take it apart, just to have a look for myself.”

“What if the keyboard was in pieces when you got it. Complete shambles. You can’t even tell it was a keyboard. What then?”

2D shakes his head as he moves to change the sound settings on the instrument in front of him. “I’ve had experiences where I thought the keyboard looked good as new only to find the sound generator completely fried. This one we’ve been using now was my uncle’s and he never thought it would play again until I re-programmed portions of the ROM. It gets a little complicated, and I’m certainly no miracle worker, but I’m always going to give it a chance. That’s why I like it. I can go in expecting one thing, and find sometime completely new and different. It doesn’t make any one machine good or bad...” He turns back towards Murdoc who’s back to picking at the label on the vodka bottle. It’s nothing surprising but 2D feels his heartbeat start to increase all the same. Keeping his eyes focused on him, he continues, “It just makes them fascinating and unique and...”

Beautiful. He wants to say beautiful but he also feels like the earth just shifted beneath him and he doesn’t know if Murdoc felt it too. And what if he did? Or even worse what if he didn’t?

“And..well, um, you get the idea…” is what he manages to get out instead. Suddenly his hands feel clammy.

Murdoc remains silent, eyes fixed on the keyboard, little pieces of the vodka bottle label strewn around him. As he desperately tries to read his face, 2D thinks he sees surprise and confusion and possibly worry, but he isn’t sure if that just him projecting. In any case, he senses that it’s about time that he guide them back to a familiar dynamic.

“Anyhow, I think I figured out the chords we might want to use for that one song about um, loneliness. But only if you’re, uh, okay and everything's alright, um, maybe you might want to hear it?”

“Yeah. Yeah that sounds good. You’ve only been puttering around on that thing for the past what? Hour or so?” Murdoc’s rolls his eyes, not missing a beat. “I’d hope you’d have something by now.”

That’s better.

Feeling more self-assured, 2D cracks his knuckles and places his hand in position above the keys.

“I don’t have the words finalized, or even how I want the chords to go, really. You know, eighth notes, quarter notes...depends on how fast we want it to go. I think for now, I’ll keep the same time signature but go slower..” He stops to yawn.

“Well, well, look who’s tired now,” Murdoc goads.

“And I’ll still be able to get through this song. How about we see if you can stay awake.”

“Oh, just get on with it.”

The introduction comes out a little clunky because 2D starts out playing the chords as quarter notes but changes his mind halfway through and switches to whole notes. Every now and then, he adds small embellishments on keys an octave higher. Then he add the words.

“City life,

Calling me all the time,

Me and my soul,

Geared to attack...”

He doesn’t have the rest of the verse written so improvises with just the keyboard for a bit and looks down to check on Murdoc. His eyes are closed now, but he can tell that he’s listening when he sees him keeping time by tapping his finger lightly on the ground. It’s a pleasant vibe, one that 2D isn’t sure he wants to end just yet. So decides to improvise more.

“Um..never got the chance to write,

The words from here,

So tell me, Murdoc…”

Murdoc chuckles quietly at this. He’s probably thinking about how much of a empty-headed loser he thinks 2D is, 2D assumes. But doesn’t carry the same malice that laughter from Murdoc usually carries. He may think 2D is an empty-headed loser, but he also, in this moment, seems to be enjoying that aspect of him. 2D’s never made Murdoc laugh that way before.

“What we should write.”

2D punctuates each word with a chord before returning back to the intro. He turn briefly to flash Murdoc a wide grin.

“That’s not bad,” Murdoc says as 2D continues to play. “Well, of course we’re going to have to work on the second part of the verse but it seems like you were writing more in that book than your tic tac toe games after all.” Now it’s his turn to yawn again. “We can talk about it...soon.”

“I’m not done yet, Muds. We haven’t even gotten to the refrain.”

The refrain is only one line so far, but that never stopped 2D. He plays a for a few more measures until he stumbles upon a rhythm that he likes.

“Can't stand your loneliness

Can't stand loneliness

Can't stand your loneliness

Can't stand loneliness…”

He loses track of how long he plays after this, which is a habit he’s had since he started taking lessons. It tends to happen when he gets engrossed in a melody, and he fills the time with improvisation and experimenting with different vocals flourishes. It doesn’t dawn on him to stop until he asks Murdoc for his opinion only to be met with silence.

When he glances down at him he finds him fast asleep.

Instinctively, 2D places a tentative hand on his shoulder, thinking in his head that he’s going to give him a gentle shake to rouse him. However, he stops short of his plan when he takes in Murdoc’s expression. His face muscles are completely relaxed and his tongues is hanging out the side of his mouth making him look quite silly as well. It’s a far cry from the Murdoc he’s used to, whose shoulders are usually tense with stress and frustration while he shoots withering glares at whoever gets in his way, or who’s always fidgeting or tapping or lobbing crumpled pieces of paper at him while they’re working because for some reason he can’t ever seem to sit still. Internally, 2D wonders why Murdoc dismisses sleep so often because it’s the most at ease he’s ever seen him. But there’s a lot 2D doesn’t know about Murdoc.

Still, 2D thinks to himself as he takes in the feeling of the rough fabric of Murdoc’s grey sweater and the warmth building under his hand from the amount of time he’s allowed it to linger, there was still time. Murdoc was uncharted and mysterious, and 2D has always considered himself to be a sort of explorer. It had been tornadoes when he was younger, then it was zombies, and then it evolved into keyboards. Now, he guesses, it’s Murdoc, too.

In a moment of impulsiveness, 2D gingerly runs his hand through the bassist’s thick bangs in an attempt to tuck some stray strands behind his ear.

He all but stops breathing when Murdoc stirs, heart pounding more intensely than Russel’s most effective kick drum pedal. He can also swear that he saw his eyes crack open momentarily. But as he frantically searches for words to use for a believable explanation, Murdoc’s breathing returns to the same, slow pace it had just moments ago.

2D sits with him for a few minutes longer, listening to the sound of his breathing, his head brimming with thoughts that he can’t quite make sense of and words that can’t he can’t quite string together.

The clock reads 6:57 when he lies down next to Murdoc, slightly confused and a little bit nervous, but happy.

“This going to sound dumb but...I like you, Murdoc,” he mumbles, barely audible. “And I don’t think I know exactly what I mean by that right now, but, uh, you know me, what else would you expect? Heh.”

He knows Murdoc can’t hear him, and doesn’t expect him to. Perhaps, he thinks, he’s saying it more for himself than any other reason. He doesn’t know, but what he does know is that he’s going to cherish these quiet moments for a long time, whether Murdoc believes it or not. Maybe in time he will, 2D wonders to himself as he listens to the inhales and exhales next to him, maybe in time.