#mostly about bugs that appear out of nowhere

[bewareofitalics]

I keep getting "A Girl in the Valley" from The Secret Garden stuck in my head and I have no idea what's prompting it. Often I can go back and find something I read or thought that acted as a song cue, but for this one, I'm just suddenly whistling it for no apparent reason. I went through like a week of this a while back and then it went dormant, and now BAM, it's back. And I mean, it's a nice song! I like it! It's pleasing to whistle! But where did it come from?

[midnight-the-pony]

Good evening Candybug enjoyers come get your food

[atiianeishaunted]

blue writing is lance's notes fyi anyway uhh character bios below !! long ass writing warning but worth it i promise chat pspsp | no notes version AND the transparent PNGS down at the end!

character bios:

Allura [???] | A lone princess who is burnt out and stressed out her mind, her only solace/stress relief being the garden she has where she can have peace and quiet, shutting her brain off while she does the tasks of tending to her precious plants and bugs. She tries her best to remain as friendly and optimistic as possible, if not for her own sanity, however thanks to the stress and pressure put on her, she has a tendency to lose her cool and sometimes shut down entirely. She has a passion for commanding and loves honing her fighting skills as that was one of the ways she bonded with her father. She more often than not can be seen in comfortable clothes, she doesnt mind dresses and does enjoy dressing up but will only do it when shes going out the castle or theres a meeting. | this gal couldve been an burnt out autistic queen DREAMWORKS, YOU COUDLVE MADE HER ICONIC .... let her be a dorky nerd whos a hater sometimes, pretty please

Takashi Shirogane | A garrison commander (no one is really sure of his job title to be honest with you..) who's insanely passionate about his job, to the point where hes willing to sacrifice it all if the garrison wills it. Anything to serve. He tries his best to fit in and be hip with the kids, he tries to come across as the 'chill' teacher, but students of his have reported that after a few months, any amount of chillness is thrown out the window. If not that, hes often not even in class, too busy doing missions he wasnt assigned to. He's intense. Very intense. Knows his way around words though for the most part, can be very convincing and a bit maniuplative, very goal driven. He means well though? Thats what he says. He always throws a quick sorry if someone brings it up with him, so that must mean something. | sorry in advance if you follow along with Sonder's story... unrelated but dreamworks wrote a banger antagonist without even realizing!

"Keith" Kogane / "Morse" | Unknown origins. He was a talented garrison pilot who could practically fly with his eyes closed, a jack of all trades, short tempered and prone to losing it but all things considered, the perfect cadet for the garrison's goals, he came out of nowhere practically, just poofed in like a ghost and wiped the floor with everyone. He really just needed a good guiding hand. No one is quite sure what gender he is, his androgynous appearance and tendency to respond to anything besides being called a girl have people baffled to say the least. He's very clearly not all there in the head either which goes hand in hand with his odd bursts of ego and then odd bursts of whining, these bursts often include talks that could only be described as cult-ish. People have their theories. Beyond those bursts, hes mostly very deadpan and quiet. But despite his strength and that intense feeling of fear and dread people get when they're around him, he's.. popular, somehow. Admired greatly for his devilish good looks. A universal appeal if you will. He doesn't seem to notice. Or perhaps doesnt care. Either way he's far too busy following Shiro around and treating him like the second coming of god to really indulge in romance for now. Lance's self proclaimed rival, Keith is also unaware of this. | also sorry in advance for this one if you follow sonder's storyline Lance McClain | A former Garrison cargo pilot who moved up in rank when Keith got kicked out. Keith is his rival and also all that Lance can talk about, even after the guy got kicked out and left for dead (Lance overheard some things while sneaking out past the teacher's lounge). He has a very noticable personality and loves to be the center of attention, hes still finding his footing and figuring out what he wants to do with his life and who he wants to be. Despite his many claims, hes not all that popular. He can't really flirt with girls all too well. His general goal is to be so well known so he won't ever be forgotten, hence why he begged his mom to let him dye his hair and get piercings (if he used Keith as an argument, thats none of your business.) (he saw keith dying his hair once or twice and instantly wanted to copy, its a bad habit.). He loves LOVES taking care of his appearance and is fairly vain, he has extensive routines and will freak out if he can't follow them. His ego and overbearing confidence is all to drown out his deep insecurities and fears. He tries his best to come across as a suave, cool, charming, awesome, any positive adjective really, person but in all reality he's a mama's boy, a dork, a loser if you will who has a love for the retro and is a huge gamer. If he must admit, he and Keith'd get along great actually, Keith ticks alot of boxes and honestly Lance deeply admires him and wants to be like him. | dreamworks dropped that lance was a gamer and loved retro stuff and then never talked about it again. sigh. Hunk Garrett | Hunk has many passions, mainly inspired by parents, he mainly specializes in cooking and mechanics, he enjoys tinkering with things, taking them apart to see how they work and working from there to see if he can rebuild it with 0 instruction, hes gotten good at it. He's Lance's childhood best friend, they're extremely close and are often seen constantly poking fun at eachother. Its all in good fun though. Hunk struggles extremely with anxiety and has a service dog back home that he left at home when heading to the Garrison as he worried he couldn't take care of it while studying. Despite his anxiety, he quite enjoys talking to people and sharing things he enjoys with them, he often tries to get over his fears by branching out and | I looked up his name from the old show because he deserves an 'actual' name, free my boy, he was done so dirty, also i remember when we all thought hunk had two moms (or was that just me ..) and i live by it tbh, two moms and a dad whos still active in his life, 3 whole parents for the greatest fella ever

Pidge Holt | Not much can be said about Pidge, they keep to themselves and don't share much about themselves. Just like Keith, their gender is often up to debate and when asked, Pidge will never give a consistent answer. They're a major tech wiz and with their talents, they're a complete menace. Pidge is prone to being mischevious and pranking others, often taking jokes a bit too far. They're egotistical and find that robots are their preferred companions in comparison to humans. | loser chronically online 13 year old who would tell you to kys, matt probably has to take away their electronics all the time LMFAO purposely made their outfit look a bit strange bc , theyre a kid whos a NERD /aff let them dress a bit stupid and let them cringe at it 5 years later ty

No notes version and PNGS below :-)

im insane about this reboot!! please reblog and im willing to elaborate if anyone wants me to <333 hrgfhrfg i really want this to take off bwaa

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

"New" guy! You might have seen him before hehe

This is Iris, or rather how he used to look like in his younger days. In the current story he's an old retired criminal along with his boyfriend Buckthorn (by @furgemancs ) who was just as into heists as Iris.

I'm not quite sure how to talk about this guy's story yet, since we're kind of working out their past through two old coots remembering the days of their youth and puzzling them together as they do. It's very fun!

I'll toss some random stuff about him bellow

-So Iris and Buck are actually "side" characters that appeared with idea of being briefly just there to help two other characters (Astra and Thorn) but we got too attached lol

-The whole cowboy vibe for Iris is due to me watching Undertale Yellow at the time, sort of wanting to pull of a similar feel as Starlo because I didn't intend this guy to become a whole character like this haha!

-He lives with his boyfriend Buck in the middle of nowhere near some woods. They lie that they have riches due to being royalty that escaped to be free and do what ever they want which is why they hide away in the first place.

-The truth is, they used to work as criminals who stole stuff for themselves (and Iris for his abusive gang), mostly from noble or rich bugs, good or not.

-Iris and Buckthorn used to be heated rivals, competing for the prize of their heists. Buck was so cunning Iris hated his guts but over time they started having fun racing for the items they would steal, ended up getting used to each other and eventually close.

-Both had difficult pasts. Iris also worked for the gang akin to mafia while forcibly dating a girl from it so the two eventually had find a way to get away from all of that and not end up hunted down and murdered. It was hard but they eventually succeed, forcing them into hiding not just from getting away from the law but also the gang.

-Luckily, many many years later, they ended up growing old and safe at their humble home in the woods, with enough (stolen) riches to keep them retired for good~

-Iris can go from calm and collected to easily flared and upset depending on the situation. Both Buck and him are perceptive but Iris is not a smooth talker. He can be deceiving and if Buck is around the two are such a good tandem they'll make you buy any lie or truth they say.

-Iris is very very good with ropes and knots. Good at aiming with his crossbow! As young, he was able to fly well too and it helped him reach places and leave scenes faster.

That's all briefly put at least. Have doodles I have so far!

You've seen this one

First and very rough doodle of old Iris. I now have a proportions I'm happy with thanks to the ref above but he is still kind of slim and lanky like this now! His mustache is also fuzzier haha

Rough of Iris' and Buck's earlier encounters XD

EDIT: OH And the palette I used is from HERE (Metal Goat specifically)

[serxinns]

Yandere endevour, Miriko and hawks vs aizawa all might and Nezu

• oh boy it's gonna be chaos

•aizawa and Endeavor Is a literal death match Aizawa never really trusted Endeavor, especially knowing about his past actions he doesn't care about him being the number one Hero When you are caught in the mix he will do everything to protect you whether you like it or not, Aizawa would pull you away from the endeavor even when he's trying to have a friendly conversation with you he would always call you over for a hug and would give him death glares when you hug him back,

• endevour the other hand Endeavor would try to teach you things making sure you aren't gonna hurt yourself he would always use his power as a pro hero to make you spend more time with him,, for example, would convince you to not text back your teacher if you're training with him and always use the excuse "I'll inform your teacher that's your with me after will he's not supposed to text you in the middle of training anyway

•Mirko and Nezu would be the starting the match Nezu would've had no problem blackmailing her to ending her career easily but since you were such a big fan of hers he didn't wanna see your heart get shattered so he tolerated her for now But he always keep a watch out for you whenever you're since your her intern student every time you would have a fangirl moment about Mirko he would always try to change the subject by planning a fun day with you and the teachers (mostly Aizawa) or either wanting to have private tea times with you

•Mirko would always Try to tease Nezu and the others by bragging about how much fun you were having with her copying off your words and taunting them by buying you her merch and signing it off, whenever you're busy fanboying/fangirling about how strong and amazing she is she cent help but feeling more confident with herself and just give you a big bug you were just so cute she could eat you right up! She would teach you good fighting techniques with or without using your quirk and always give you tips whenever she loves that bright smile and squealing you always do when you're around her it makes her wanna squeal too!

•Hawks and all might are the clingest out of the trio so don't be surprised whenever they're fighting you're always being either hugged, Carried, or even flown away

Whenever you're trying to interact with Hawks all might randomly appear out of nowhere glare at Hawks for a moment and pick you up by the shoulder and feature how Hawks is a bad influence on you while you're all flustered and embarrassed hitting his back telling him to put you down, whenever whenever hawks tries to sneak you out when you're trying to have fun all might will be the one to notice that your disappearance and once they get you back he threatens hawks to fuck off and few you back into your dorms ignoring ur protests

•Hawks Dislike how all Might coddle you and despise him doing the same thing. He hated the way you're always being lectured by him with little to no reason so what does he do about that? Well, do the same thing ofc! Hawks would make you have a sleepover with him and despise the teacher's protest (especially all might) he and all might would bicker about the littlest thing and would even have competition about who would give y/n the best merch heck they'll even give you and sometimes izuku the merch BEFORE it's out, whenever hawks hugs you he would always put a middle finger without u noticing lol either way it's gonna be a hella lot to deal with since these trios are working together to have you to their selves to be prepared

[itsnathateasy]

Armin Week | Day 1 | SFW Prompts | Anxiety/Panic Attacks OR Cat Café

author’s note: i will DIE of armin fluff, i can feel it spreading

word count: 663

warnings: none, just fluff

these pieces of fanart were a great inspo for me! one two

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It was much like Armin to have entire dates planned days ahead of their actual date. Which wasn’t bad at all. Mostly, you were self-sabotaging. After a series of failed relationships and pointless blind dates, ending up with a guy that truly respects you and goes the extra mile to make you happy, was a situation you weren’t familiar with.

But what you never expected, was your sweet boyfriend to have booked you a visit to your local cat café that only opened up a few weeks ago. Armin knew how much you loved cats and how annoyed you were with your landlord that wouldn’t allow any pets in the house.

“I just figured you might feel better at the cat café, considering how you had to leave your cat with your brother since you moved here” he explained. “Plus, it’s a great way to support a local business. Would hate it if one more great coffee shop shut down, you know?”

“Armin, honestly. This has to be the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you!” You pulled him closer and squeezed him in a warm embrace. “I don’t know how I got so lucky with you!”

Armin was blushing like crazy, obviously flattered by your words. “You’re my girlfriend, y/n. You don’t need to thank me for taking care of you”.

“Hello and welcome to the cat café!” The waitress politely showed you to your table and handed you the menus. Everything on it looked delicious but all you cared about at the moment was how incredibly sweet Armin was being towards you.

Your orders arrived while you and Armin were discussing drama with one of colleagues. “I just don’t understand why she’d rat me out! It’s not like I made a mistake on purpose!” “I know love, what she did totally sucked. But you should discuss it with your boss first. See what she has to say about this”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, totally worn with all the drama but really at peace that you got to spend your evening with your favourite person. You took a deep sigh and Armin put both of his arms around you, holding you tight. “It’s going to be fine! Don’t bug that lovely head of yours any longer”. As he kept reassuring you, a grey cat jumped on Armin’s legs and gloriously stretched its body.

“Look at it go!” Armin exclaimed, a huge smile on his face. “Should I pet it y/n?”

“I think this cat chose you Armin! Go ahead! I think it loves you already!”

“it’s true that Misty isn’t the most sociable” The waitress informed you. “However, for her to sit this peacefully and enjoy some pets is rare. You should consider adopting if you’re able to. I’d love to explain more about our adoption policy”. Even though she’d appeared out of nowhere, you realise she’s left a sheet of paper on the table, with pictures of the cats living at the café.

“Thank you so much for letting us know!” The waitress smiled and moved away from your table.

“Ugh what a shame I can’t adopt”. You said and extended your hand to rub behind Misty’s ears, a small frown appearing on your face.

“You know love, I was thinking-”

“I didn’t know you could Armin” you smirked playfully.

“No, no, for real, hear me out. I know you’re not allowed any pets in your apartment, but I am. How about I adopted Misty? We can take care of her together. Besides, you’re over at my place almost every day. What do you think?”

“I think this relationship just became a hundred times more serious Armin. We’re going to be cat parents now. It’s a great responsibility" you said as you placed your palm on top of him, looking him in the eyes. "Are you ready to take this risk? Are you ready for this type of commitment?”

“I am if you are”.

[weallhaveadestiny]

OK SO

I started to think, that's never a good thing, but I can't get Butcher out of my fucking head and I read a shit ton of ff about him, and after many many years, it seemed I found inspiration again to dabble in fanfic on my own lol.

So behold, what my mind created, feedback is very much welcome for real HELP ME BE BETTER

I don't know if I'll do a follow up, who knows?

I didn't want to go to this party. For fuck sakes, why am I here?

I'm here because of one person, Frenchie. We met at a flee market, I was hussling with a seller in French and this dude fucking appeared out of nowhere. Apparently he doesn't have any friends who speak our language. So ye, I guess he needed that. He is a weird guy, but we hang out sometimes. He calls me mostly late at night when he can't sleep and talks rubbish about his "missions" like he is some type of agent I don't fucking know he seems high 24/7.

Anyway he was bugging me so much about this party, it's not even his, but he wanted me to come. Because "mon amie amuse toi un peu" aka I don't get out enough for a woman in her 20s and it's a crime. So here I am, left alone by mister Frenchie with a glass in my hand, thinking if I escape now he wouldn't notice. Sounds cliche I know but I genieunly don't feel good surrounded by people I don't know. Call it social anxiety, I call it "I don't like people syndrom".

OK lemme find an exit, where is the door in this fucking mansion?

I was looking everywhere until I saw this guy. Brunette, arms crossed, looking at me super intensely across the room. What the fuck is this guy's deal? Jesus I don't have time to deal with men. So now I'm just crossing this room, having to pass in front of him to get the hell out of this place.

"OI leaving already?" The fuck ? I kept walking

"Frenchies girlfriend, I'm talking to you."

I looked at him, not saying anything. I should just keep walking.

"I guess Frenchie likes them quiet ain't he?" this time I fully turned to him, fuming.

"What did you just say to me?"

The dude was actually smirking, who does that?

"she talks!" Frenchie got to us. Fuck...

"Ava mon amie, monsieur le Charcutier. You already met?"

" Pas du tout. Frenchie j'allais justement partir, excuse moi mais vraiment It's not my crowd."

"Come on Ava you can't leave already"

"You know how I am around people I don't know, and you know so many people here, one less is nothing."

"Come one now love, live a little" says monsieur Charcutier? , still smirking, his body tilting in my direction. I was so done with him already.

"Charcutier dude..."

"Actually it's Butcher but you can call me Billy." he winked, he fucking winked.

"I'm not talking to you." I turned towards Frenchie

"Frenchie, I'll call you in the morning to check on you" I got closer to him to do our usual 2 kisses.

"Don't be a cunt and stay. Afraid you might enjoy yourself?" Butcher just doesn't ever shut up. I turned to him and pointed my finger in his direction. I could actually hear Frenchie chuckling.

"Listen here, butcher boy, I don't owe you shit, you don't know me, so don't act like you do"

"Frenchie tell your friend to get that stick off her fuckin' ass and have a drink with us." he said, never breaking eye contact with me

"Ava mon cœur... Come on, just an hour... For me?" He gave me those puppy eyes. Who was I kidding?

"You have one hour, ONE HOUR and I get out of here okay?"

"je t'aime" Frenchie said, hugging me like a mad man

"yeah yeah je t'aime aussi" pushing him off me

"And where's my hug?" Says Butcher

"Go fuck yourself."

[spctrsgf]

sick

summary: being sick is never much fun, but it’s even worse when your boyfriends are nowhere to be seen.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: throwing up, basically just fluff otherwise

You were sick. You were the energy draining, skull splitting type of sick. You hadn’t slept more than about an hour at one time, and you had basically lived in the bathroom for the past two days. Wonderful.

What made matters worse is that no one had come to check up on you. Not Steven, who fluttered around you, not Marc, who hovered as if he couldn’t last a second without you, not Jake, who knew what was happening even before you did. You knew they had reasons to not be floating around you, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt when they didn’t react to you being gone from your normal spot in the living room.

Right about now, you would be getting off of work, shooting whoever was fronting— today it was normally Marc— a text telling them you’d be home soon. He’d meet you at the front door if he had a minute, but even if he didn’t or forgot, you would still greet each other after you made your way into the bedroom. You’d kick off your shoes and throw down your bag, flopping onto the bed next to Marc. You would sometimes peer over his shoulder at whatever was flashing on his computer screen. 

You were thrown harshly back into the present as you felt another wave of nausea coming on, turning and hurling more into the toilet bowl. “Why, universe,” you groaned. “Why.” 

Soon– and that’s putting it lightly– you were finally able to bring yourself up into shaky legs, crashing into the blankets with a sigh. You stared down at the recently emptied bucket beside you as you gloated, reasoning with yourself for the past forty-eight hours as to why the boys hadn’t come up. Yeah, you were still on that. It was usually ‘they know and they don’t want to get sick’, but you had run through ‘they hate you and don’t care’ more times than you’d like to admit. 

You slapped your hand across the wood of your bedside table until you found your phone. As you turned on the screen, you saw countless texts from none other than the very men that had been occupying your thoughts. As you scrolled through the texts, they mostly consisted of ‘Y/N!’, ‘hey what’s going on’, and a special appearance of ‘I’m sorry but I have a trip for the old bird. be back in a few days’. 

Groaning, you flopped your head back down onto your pillow, willing whatever stomach bug you had currently would just go away. You picked up your hand as you dialed their number, Marc picked up after the second ring. “Y/n! Y/n!” He screeched into the phone. “What happened?!? I called you like twenty times and I’ve sent like a thousand texts!” You cringed at the volume of his voice as it spiked a headache. “Marc, not so loud.” 

“Are you okay?” Concern lined his voice.

“I’ve definitely been better.”

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

“I got some stupid stomach bug. I haven’t stopped throwing up in two days and I feel like shit. That’s why I haven’t called you back.” 

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Will you be home soon?” You asked, hopeful.

He paused. “I don’t know?”

“You don’t know? Marc..”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. This is just really important.”

You scoffed, annoyed. “I get it. Good luck with it.”

“Y/n, don’t hang up! I’ll call you often, I promise.”

You nodded resentfully, still slightly pissed in your sick-addled mind. “Fine.”

“I love you.” He murmured.

“Love you too, you idiot.”

As you both hung up, you shot out of bed and back to your new home near the toilet. “Time for round one thousand.” You grumbled. 

━━ ✦ ━━

When Marc cruised into your shared flat a day later, he was met with an unreal sight. Normally, the room was in top shape, as you hated any sort of mess. But, the curtains were hastily drawn, quite a few of your outfits were thrown across the floor, the bed was unmade and disturbing sounds came from the bathroom. 

You were currently throwing up. Again. No surprise there. Marc was lucky in that he walked as soon as you were done. You threw up your hand haphazardly in greeting, unable to speak at the moment. Marc was still in his suit pants— which is confusing, now that you think about it—, but he bent down nonetheless to carefully pull back your hair into a ponytail. 

“I’m so sorry, sweets.” He cooed, leaning in to place a kiss on your head when you jerked away from him. “Don’t kiss me, you’ll get sick too.” You chided with a hoarse voice. 

“Not doing better, huh?” He asked as he helped you up from the floor. 

“Eh. I woke up and could barely walk-“ you stumbled over your feet. “-as you can see.” 

With a smirk more characteristic to Jake, your boyfriend hooked his arms under your knees and carried you to the bed, bridal style. You squealed, choking out a laugh. 

“Have you taken any medicine?” He asked. You nodded. “Only the first day I was sick. I couldn’t muster enough energy to get to the kitchen after that.”

“I’m sorry that this is happening, hon. Tell you what. I’ll go grab a few things. Be back in ten.” He shot out of the room at a speed you previously thought was impossible. “I don’t know why I’m surprised at this point…” you mumbled as you sank further into the fluffy layers of comforting cotton.

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True to his word, Marc arrived exactly ten minutes later. You had counted. Nothing more interesting when you’re laying in bed. “I’m back!” Marc’s voice rang through the floor as he slid in. “Thank god.” You practically groaned as he made his way to you, plopping down on the bed and laying out all the items he’d acquired.

“Marc, go grab a mask.” You commanded, the sudden outburst surging spurring from the last ten minutes you’d spent hoping you wouldn’t get him sick. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?” 

“Because I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Y/n-“

“Now.”

“I don’t wanna-”

“Spector,” you growled. “I may be sick, but it will hurt no less when I attack you.” The said man deliberately got up and put on the mask as you smirked in victory. 

“There! Are you happy now?”

“Yes. See, that wasn’t that hard.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that.” He muttered under his breath. 

“What?”

“Here,” Marc blatantly ignored your question and handed you aspirin and a glass of water. “Drink this.” You obliged, downing the drink. 

Marc placed a bowl of salad with your favorite toppings in front of you. “Lettuce helps clear out your system.” He clarified at your raised eyebrow. 

You shrugged and quickly went to eat the food. 

“When was the last time you ate?” Marc questioned your ferocity. 

“Substantially? Two days ago.” You jutted out between bites.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?” You looked up at him briefly while you chewed. 

“You need to eat!!”

“I was just gonna throw it up!”

“You still need to eat something! Or drink something! Did you drink anything?”

“Of course. I had water.”

Marc let out a sigh, running a hand down his face in frustration. “That’s good, at a minimum.” 

You mumbled a sorry and went back to munching. You watched from the bed as Marc fluttered around the room, cleaning. Cleaning. This was definitely not new, but your brain wasn’t processing things properly at the moment. “Marc,” he picked up his head and locked eyes with you. “You don’t have to do that.”

 “Just eat.” He ordered, waving you off.

━━ ✦ ━━

“And then I-“ you stopped mid sentence when you felt the all too familiar feeling brewing in your stomach. Marc took one look at your face and picked you up, making a beeline for the toilet. He pulled the strands that had fallen out of his loose ponytail as you hurled into the toilet. Tying your hair again, he rubbed your back comfortingly. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’ll be over soon.” 

You felt the last things exit your stomach and you collapsed onto the toilet seat, exhausted. “Y/n?” Marc asked at your posture. “Mhm?” You couldn’t pull yourself up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just tuckered out.”

“From?”

You glared at Marc. “Throwing up. Constantly. For the past two days. It takes a toll when you haven’t slept very much in that time.” 

“Or eaten anything!”

You sighed. “Or eaten anything.”

Marc shot you a half smile, even though you couldn’t see it through the fabric of his mask. You frowned quizzically as you took in the details of his mask, snickering nonetheless. “Of course you have a Khonsu mask.”

Marc chuckled, cheeks slightly flushed. “Yep.”

“Why, though? People barely wear those.” 

“Doctor people do!”

“Doctor people?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Oh, fuck off.”

You huffed. “You are so lucky I have no energy to tease you right now.” 

He grinned. “That I am.” 

━━ ✦ ━━

Before you knew it, you found yourself curled under Marc’s arm, all snuggled up and warm against him. “This is nice.” You hummed into his chest. He cracked a smile. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. We should cuddle more often.” 

“Maybe.”

“Marc,” you looked up at him. “Please.”

“I’ll try, y/n.”

You huffed in defeat. “Damn Khonsu.” 

“Hey! Be nice when you talk about him!”

You chuckled. “Whatever.”

He swatted you lightly. “Watch it, l/n. I can leave this bed anytime I want.” 

“No you can’t, Spector. I’m hella strong when it comes to this.”

“Wanna test it out?”

You smirked. “I guess.” 

All of a sudden, Marc jerked away from you as if he had been burned. But, much to his dismay, you hung on like a leech and dangled from his body in the exact position you were laying down in. He gaped. “How..?” 

You grinned. “I need warmth when I’m sick and my boyfriend has been gone for two days. It’s pure desperation.” 

He pulled himself back into the bed with you attached. “I love you.”

You yawned. “Love you too.”

When you woke the next morning, you felt a ton better. Rolling over in bed, you checked the time. 9:45, it read. “Yes!” You cheered. “Nine hours of sleep!” Then it hit you. Where was Marc? “Marc?” You called out. When you were met with no answer, you tried again. “Steven?” 

Still no answer.

“Jake?”

Nothing. Radio silence.

Sliding out of bed, you pondered where they could be. Another mission? Seemed plausible. You were about to accept that with a sigh when you heard noises from the bathroom, ones that didn’t sound all that happy. 

Your eyes widened as you flung open the door to the bathroom, and you were met with a sight that etched a frown into your features. “Marc,” you crouched down next to him, rubbing his back as he’d done to you the night before. “I’m so sorry.”

a/n: as you can probably tell, but i wrote this MONTHS ago while i was sick, so i apologize in advance for any typos or issues i missed! also look at his smile in the gif omfg

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

yes im not done but whose fault is that??

#7 #9 #17 for 'the twelve transformations of bilbo baggins' cuz that fic is filled with gems and i wanna know about your favorites<3

LOL KEEP THEM COMING! Gives me something to do since my students haven't shown up yet. 😂 Okay going over to The Twelve Transformations of Bilbo Baggins for this set.

7. What is your favorite scene you have written so far?

Okay so this used to be the firefly scene! I absolutely adored writing Baby Bilbo and Thorin having that conversation about fireflies in their respective families and cultures. But...I think I just wrote a scene in this next chapter that tops it.

“And what is my life without you in it?!”

Bilbo felt his breath hitch at those words. Partly due to the sheer romanticism of the sentiment, but mostly because a thought occurred to him. His life was limited if he did not choose a transformation. In just a few short cycles, he would be nothing but dust on the wind. Was a dwarf’s One truly that vital to them? Could Thorin not go on to be the king he deserved to be because heartache would drag him down into a lifeless husk? Bilbo had to hope that wasn’t true. He had to believe that the love of his nephews, his company, his people would be enough for him to carry on in Bilbo’s absence and that Thorin was merely being dramatic at the moment.

It was so hard though. Especially with Thorin’s piercing blue eyes boring into him, demanding from Bilbo. Demanding his attention. Demanding his understanding. Demanding a promise to never act so rashly again. And damn him that it was on the tip of Bilbo’s tongue to grant it all to him. To give himself over to the worry and misplaced protection and cuddle himself up in Thorin’s arms to never emerge. Yet, Bilbo’s pride was a curious thing. Nowhere on par with what he has seen from this Son of Durin, but enough for him to push back. To be argumentative for the sake of argumentative. And Bilbo has never hated a trait about himself more.

“Yet, in a few short days, you send me to the den of a dragon.” He hissed, very careful to keep their words between them. “You don’t get to demand my life and offer my sacrifice in the same breath.”

9. What is your favorite line of dialogue so far?

You know what? We're going back to that firefly scene. 😆

“You know, I never liked the dark.” He admitted. “I could make up so many monsters that had somehow appeared in dark corners. So when I was little, my mum and I used to spend the evening catching lightning bugs and putting them in a jar. We would then place the jar next to my bed before I went to sleep, and the glow would comfort me. However, I’d always wake up the next morning…and they’d be gone! I figured out later in life, my mum would come in and let them out through the window. Much too kind to let them die overnight, but… I always just thought they turned into dreams.”

Thorin hummed appreciatively, and Bilbo thought that may be the end of share time when the dwarf opened his mouth once more.

“We didn’t have fireflies, as my people call them, inside the mountain when I was a pebble. But we had glow worms that would cling to the stalactites in the deep caverns. Their light was more blue than green. Still after Smaug came, and we were spending so many nights camped out under the stars, I would see the fireflies and think…the glow worms sprouted wings and followed after us. Because even they couldn’t stand us not being back in our mountain home.”

This may in fact be my favorite scene/lines that I've every written EVER.

17. Share the previous 5 sentences.

Okay so from exactly the last point I wrote on this WIP, these are the previous 5 lines:

Bilbo couldn’t help but give him a wide grin. There was something about the way Thorin never truly relented. Even on the idea of retaking Erebor, that managed to fill Bilbo’s heart up with hope. He made Bilbo want to be braver. 

“Well then, let’s kick out your dragon, then.”

Ask me about the WIPs I'm writing.

[pigeonwhumps]

Sarita

Bug and Company masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @flowersarefreetherapy @whumplr-reader @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

Introducing Sarita, a very mistrustful new rescue who's just woken up at Alix's safehouse.

Sarita appears very briefly in The vet.

1.8k

CWs: BBU, pet whump, dehumanisation, derogatory language about sex workers and sex, past rape, religious mentions (in a bad way), victim-blaming, discrimination against Romantics, self-loathing, stabbing (brief, with a fork), past betrayal, caretaker new whumper, multiple whumpees

When Sarita wakes, she's nowhere she recognises.

So she's not back at WRU. That's good, the handler didn't catch up to her. She's not on the streets, which is odd, that's where she last remembers being. Not back at the safehouse that betrayed her either. So it's somewhere new.

Who the hell's decided they own her or 'rescued' her or whatever this time?

It's an old-fashioned kind of a room, decorated with sickly green and purple like some weird 70s nostalgia trip. The curtains, mostly shut, are heavy and dark red with patterns.

It's really weird and she doesn't like it.

"Yeah, I know. Not the nicest room to wake up in. But at least you did wake up."

Sarita looks sharply to the side to see a dark-skinned woman watching her intently. She has Bantu knots (at least that's what Sarita thinks they're called) and a braid on either side of her face, beaded at the ends. There's also beads of some sort in the knots themselves.

"Adalia, or Bug. They/them. Do you want some soup?"

Sarita sits up abruptly. Adalia doesn't seem surprised to have an injured woman in their house, and she has a bad feeling about this.

"Where am I?"

"Alix's safehouse. You collapsed on the street in front of me, and I brought you here once I found your barcode. You should really cover that up, by the way."

Sarita snorts under her breath. "Safehouse". Yeah, right. Maybe to someone who's not a dumb slut like her, who didn't give up their life to lie on their back all day. Never mind that she was a receptionist later, never mind that she cared for children and took care of the house and is taught and educated and was trained as a multi-purpose pet. All that ever matters is that she was trained for sex and had sex and so apparently she wants to open her legs for every damn bastard who so much as glances her way.

She doesn't listen to the rules (Adalia just assuming she'll stay for longer than it takes for her to get out of bed, apparently). She knows what they'll be. Don't get too close to people, don't try and have sex, don't lead people on, you can use the common areas but only when the other pets are gone and clean up after yourself (she rolls her eyes at that. It's not like she's going to contaminate anyone), make sure to pray for your soul because apparently being raped every night for years means she's going to hell, and oh yeah, don't even think of getting comfortable because we'll sell you out to WRU at the first opportunity.

She never chose that. She never chose this. She still hurts from the handler. And she wouldn't have even come here if she'd had any sort of a choice. Stupid body, betraying her like that.

She's not surprised. Everyone else has.

"And that's everything. What's your name?"

Instead of answering, Sarita shoots out of bed and dashes for the open door.

"Wait! Calm down!"

Sarita ignores them, running downstairs. It's taking too long, someone will catch her, but she couldn't have jumped out of the window. Not on the first floor at least, not when she doesn't know if there's a flat roof or what the ground's like. Not unless she was absolutely desperate.

She spins around in the hallway. The front door will be locked, safehouses don't like pets leaving without permission, especially her, but the back. The back. There must be a back door.

Where?

Where's the back of the house?

Front door's that way, back door must be the other way. This can't be too different a layout to the other safehouse, it can't be far away. She runs in that direction, ignoring Adalia calling after her.

She enters the kitchen and skids to a halt. It's a nicer room, she recognises vaguely, clearly redecorated recently, but that's not what she's really focusing on.

There's a woman blocking the door.

She shifts to the side and takes a step towards Sarita.

Sarita panics. She picks up the nearest thing she can find – a fork, four prongs, silver steel, gleaming in the sunlight – and stabs it into the back of the woman's hand.

The woman screams, stumbling, and Sarita bolts past her into the small garden. There's got to be– no– fuck, fuck, fuck. There's no exits from the garden.

There's no exits from the garden.

The majority of it is scrubby grass, although there is a shed at the end. It's green, metal, small, old. There only seems to be one exit. That's good and bad. It means she'll be able to see what's coming. There might even be tools in there she can use to defend herself. But she won't be able to escape easily.

She runs into the shed. It's mostly empty, but she dives into the corner, crouching, eyeing the door closely. It hurts it hurts she hurts so much from earlier, it burns, she wants to curl up around herself but it's too dangerous, she needs to be able to see what's coming.

She crouches there for a while, listening to the sparrows and moving leaves outside. It's nice and quiet, and she's not currently being hurt.

Then she hears uneven footsteps outside and scrambles to her feet, legs shaking, grabbing a pair of secateurs and holding them out in front of her.

A young woman limps inside. She has a colourful cane in the opposite hand to what seems to be her bad leg, and is wearing a choker and a knee-length black dress with a long sweater over it, the sleeves rolled up to uncover her hands.

"Hi. I'm Maria. Will you drop the garden shears?"

"Fuck you," Sarita replies vehemently. She's not going to leave herself undefended for this woman and all the rest to betray her.

Maria shrugs. "Okay." And she doesn't move.

Sarita doesn't really want to talk to her but she apparently can't help it. "Why are you still here? I stabbed your stupid safehouse owner. You going to hand me back to the reacquisitions team personally?"

"We're a safehouse. Emphasis on the word 'safe'."

Sarita snorts. "Yeah, right. And you're also safe for dumb sluts like me who chose to be a pampered whore because I couldn't be bothered to do any real work. Pull the other one."

Maria's face is strangely blank. "Do not. Don't say things like that. Please." There's a hardness in her voice that wasn't there before.

"Why? That's what everyone says about me. Why shouldn't I say it?"

"Because you shouldn't talk about yourself like that. And–"

She hesitates. Sarita is listening more closely now. No-one's ever told her that before. They're usually too busy insulting her.

"And I don't want to be insulted like that either."

Sarita blinks. Wait, what?

"Alix – the woman you stabbed – she specialises in Romantics. Those with Romantic training. The non-WRU equivalent. So don't talk about us like that."

That stops Sarita dead in her tracks. She finds herself unconsciously lowering the secateurs before catching herself.

"You're all slu- Romantics?"

"Yes. Well, some of us are joint. O's both Object and Romantic. Max isn't Romantic. But he came with me from the same owner and we weren't being separated."

"How long have you been here?"

"Three years, give or take. O's been here longer and Bug came with Alix."

That seems a bit long if Alix was going to betray them all. But still.

"Are you sure it's not just because it's easier to hand you over if you're all in one place?"

"Yes." Her voice is tight. "I know you don't trust Alix, but can you give us a chance? Or at least stop being so insulting."

Oh, fuck all of this. It's not just Alix, it's everything. She can't trust anyone. How does she know Maria is telling the truth? Sure she doesn't act like an owned pet but that doesn't mean she's not lying. Sarita stabbed Alix, who Maria seems to like (and from Sarita's experience, safehouse owners are not to be liked or trusted). Everyone she's ever met has betrayed her. Safehouses are just another type of trap. Why the fuck would she trust anyone? Trusting people just leads to betrayal. And letting herself get close just makes it hurt more.

"Of course I don't trust you. Why the fuck should I give you a chance?"

"You won't be trapped. There's a loose fence panel behind this shed in case of a raid. Just talk to Alix, that's all I'm asking. Then you can leave if you still want to. Please? At least leave with supplies."

Sarita narrows her eyes, trying to work out if Maria is telling the truth. She supposes she doesn't have to go very far into the house. And the kitchen has plenty of knives she can take. Because she doesn't fucking trust them even if Maria seems determined to persuade her otherwise.

"Fine."

Maria smiles tightly. "Good. Will you drop the garden shears now and come with me?"

Sarita drops them (she can't exactly bring them inside, after all) and edges around the walls of the shed, coming to stand near Maria, just out of arms reach. Maria nods to her and Sarita follows cautiously back to the house.

Alix is sitting on the flaking white step, Adalia wrapping her hand. Maybe the wound isn't too bad then, if they've dealt with it with a first aid kit.

Not that she'd feel guilty if it was. Fucking safehouses.

Alix looks up and smiles as they approach. Adalia tucks in the end of the bandage and looks up too, glaring at Sarita. Alix nudges them.

"Fine. I'll leave you two alone. If you hurt her deliberately again I'll kill you."

That last is directed at Sarita, and she nods. Not that she's planning to, but if she does hurt Alix it'll be because she has to run, so Adalia won't get her anyway. But seeing someone be so protective makes her insides ache.

Maria and Adalia disappear inside.

Alix moves her hand out, winces, and nods at the seat beside her instead. Sarita stays where she is, just out of reach, every muscle tensed, ready to run when she needs to. Alix shrugs.

"Sorry, Bug can be a bit overprotective at times. I'm Alix, she/her. Leader of this safehouse. What's your name?"

"Sarita. She/her." She thinks she uses those pronouns anyway. She doesn't really care. But other people do.

"Nice to meet you, Sarita. I think it's time we talked."

[pancake-breakfast]

Master post time! Some basic info about me and this blog...

About Me

Name: Pancake, Pancake Ray, Bat Ray, Ray

Age: My birth year starts with 19

Preferred Pronouns: I've never really cared what pronouns people use to refer to me, especially online.

Gender: AFAB, gender nonconforming/agender

Orientation: Heteromantic grey asexual

Languages: English native speaker, un poco Español, 日本語が少し話せます

AO3: pancake_snacc, I mostly have AoT/Eruri, JJK/Satosugu, and Trigun stuff, but there are other fandoms and characters in there. Some of it is even a little spicy. (That's... not downplaying it. I don't generally write spicy stuff.)

Yes, you can send me messages! I may or may not respond to them, but you can absolutely send them! Asks are currently open!

About this Blog

This is a multi-fandom blog. It's mostly anime fanart reblogs (or at least that's how I think of it), but it also includes non-anime fan stuffs, cats, animals, bugs, and general language nerdery. I try to keep things spoiler-free for manga stuff BUT spoilers for anime content abound. I generally tag when I post anything with major spoilers, but if you're someone who likes to go into a thing with as little prior knowledge as possible, you might end up accidentally finding stuff out. You have been warned.

I also generally try to keep things semi-work appropriate, but I'm not immune from posting stuff that might not be, and when I do, I've rarely tagged it.

The fandoms most frequently posted here are as follows, but this list is nowhere near all-inclusive:

Attack on Titan

Jujutsu Kaisen

Link Click

Trigun (Manga/Maximum, '98, Stampede)

I've also made a few master posts for fandom thoughts I've written up:

Attack on Titan (master post in progress)

Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

Jujutsu Kaisen

Trigun (Manga/Maximum, '98, Stampede)

I do post ships. However, most of the ones I post are either canon or not ones I take too seriously. Except for Eruri. I'm all about Eruri. The most likely ships to appear here are as follows, but again, this list is not all-inclusive:

Eruri (Attack on Titan)

Royai (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Satosugu (JJK)

ShiGuang (Link Click)

Vashwood (Trigun)

That's it for now! Thanks for coming by!

[my-own-walker]

Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

9.

I'd never thought of myself as pretty. In fact, I'd never really thought of myself at all. Sure, I took pride in what I wore, but that was just about where the vanity stopped. My looks were the least of my worries.

But I seemed to care so much more about them suddenly. It felt like my skin didn't sit right over my bones. I found myself staring in the mirror, scrutinizing every detail on my face. The pores, the size of my lips, the bags that seemed to crop up overnight under my eyes. It was new to me to feel this way. To feel, I guess, not pretty.

In the week after the party (and my overnight stay), I kept mostly to myself. Despite not wanting to show up to Calculus class, I knew I had to. I sat quietly next to Kyle and took notes diligently, not saying a word to him.

I couldn't shake this disgusting feeling of both guilt and anxiety when I was near him. It was, in short, a rough few days. I would wake up, scrutinize my appearance, try in vain to dress myself, go to class, feel awful, then go back home and lay in agonizing silence, trying to quiet my thoughts.

That was, until Wednesday night. My phone lit up and buzzed on my nightstand. I sat across the room at my desk, reading a book for one of my other classes when the noise distracted me. Determined to finish the chapter I was on before checking it, I put my head back down and re-focused. Until another text alert came through. And another.

"Damn, chill," I spoke, thinking aloud. I strode across the room and stooped down to look at the screen, my stomach dropping when I saw who was multi-texting me.

Kyle: Hey Hannah.

Kyle: Just reminding you. Meeting tomorrow at mine.

Kyle: See you soon!

"Aw fuck," I groaned. I flopped, face-first onto my bed, which was thankfully right next to where my phone lay. "Motherfucker," I mumbled into the fabric of my duvet. For one, I didn't want to see Kyle in an intimate setting, such as his room, ever again. I also did not want to return to the KLG house, fearing that someone had seen me fleeing on Saturday morning.

Our weekly meeting for our Calculus project snuck up on me. While I would have much preferred for us to meet at my place, I knew that wouldn't do.

The inside of my shared apartment with Lily was pretty strangely decorated. Lily and I were lovers of all things fun and odd, and our interior design choices reflected it. Our couch was royal purple, and decorated with several random throw pillows and stuffed animals. We placed billiard balls in a decorative bowl on the cowboy-themed coffee table we found at an estate sale.

I refused to use overhead lighting, which drove Lily crazy. She yielded to me, though, a person who commonly got migraines, so everything was lit a warm yellow and striking pink, thanks to the miscellaneous strings of light I hung everywhere.

It was a small place, but it did the trick for the two of us. It wasn't great for entertaining, and the way we decorated it didn't help. It overwhelmed the space. We understood that. 

Because of how small the place was, there would be no way to avoid Lily, who simply couldn't help but either flirt or mess with any frat guy in her sight. She also couldn't help but bust my balls, so if her flirting went nowhere, she would accuse Kyle of being my boyfriend and insist upon making him super uncomfortable. With Lily set on bugging us, we'd never get anything done. 

My room was not exactly an option either. It sat right across from Lily's bedroom. It was small, dark, and plastered with posters. I had no issue keeping it clean enough, but it wasn't suited for people to hang out in there, let alone a frat boy. I assumed he probably wouldn't enjoy members of The Smiths or The Rolling Stones staring at him from the walls.

I digress, Kyle's place was the only option. And at that moment, it felt like an impossible mountain to climb, an incredible obstacle to overcome. 

+

The time came, much before I would have liked for it to, to head over to meet Kyle. Except, I stood in my room, surrounded by discarded outfits on the floor, staring at myself in the mirror, frustrated. Why was it that I couldn't seem to piece together the right articles of clothing? No matter what I put on, I managed to see something I didn't like about myself.

With little-to-no time left to pick, I settled on a tee with a black skirt and knee-high socks. I felt like shit, but I needed to jet if I was going to make it on time. 

The walk there was quick and painless. I arrived at exactly 7 pm, our agreed time. Kyle stood waiting for me on the stoop again, knowing I'd need ushering through the house.

"Hey Hannah," he called to me as I walked up the drive.

"Hi," I said, simply. I met him on the porch, waiting for him to lead the way. He opened the door and led me through the house, heading straight for the stairs and to his room. In the upstairs hallway, this time, though, stood Archie Brenner, the other KLG guy in mine and Kyle's Calc class. He paused and looked at me with an unreadable expression. I cast my eyes down and continued on.

"Hey," Archie called after us. We both spun to face him, surprised. "Are you seriously meeting for the project now? And this often?"

"Yes," Kyle replied lowly. "Strictly business."

"You two fuckin' try-hards," he laughed, shaking his head as he walked away. I sighed inwardly, having expected way worse.

We made it the rest of the way unscathed and settled in his room, I on the couch and he on the ground. The center of the room was a mess, the small area on the floor covered with books and papers. He sat in the center of it all, a spot he'd likely carved out for himself in the chaos.

"Sorry," he chuckled bashfully. "Lot of makeup work and current work."

"Did you miss a lot of school?" I asked, pulling my Calculus materials out of my bag. Kyle sighed and ran a hand through his curly blonde hair.

"I missed Friday and a couple of classes on Monday," he answered. "It all just piled up so fast." He laughed, scratching the back of his head while looking down at his mess.

"Do you need time to work on all of it? We can be quick so I can leave-"

"No, no," Kyle interrupted. "It's nice to have a break and actually speak with another human."

"Can I help?" I offered.

"I wish. I'll be okay," he smiled, setting a few books aside to make room for his Calculus materials. "I think we should decide what differentiation scenario we want to take on." He stuck his pen in his mouth and bit down, holding it in his teeth while flipping to the correct page in his notebook. My stomach twisted while watching him, almost as if I were homesick.

"Yeah, that makes sense."

+

"No, no, it is," Kyle argued, standing to join me on the couch. He flopped down next to me, scrolling through his phone frantically to prove his point.

"A number cannot possibly be lucky or unlucky," I protested, crossing my arms. "The stigma around the number 13 is ludicrous. And 7 isn't lucky either."

"Hannah," he spoke sternly, cocking his head to the side as he looked at me, lips tight. "You can't possibly be a non-believer. You look the part of a believer."

"I look the part?"

"Yeah with your, I guess, like weirdo style," he tried to clarify, looking back down at his phone.

"Weirdo?! Are you serious right now?" I cackled. 

"I meant, like, artsy, I don't know," he muttered, dismissing my feigned shock. "Here!" He held his phone out and showed me the door of a home, donning the number 66.

"Yes?"

"Like I said, 66 is my unlucky number," he explained, turning the phone back to himself. He stared at the image for a moment, lost in thought. I waited before interrupting his thought.

"Are you going to explain, or?" I tried, sarcastically.

"Uh, yeah," Kyle murmured, locking his phone. "That was my old house."

"Oh," I managed, sensing the shift in his tone. He put his phone down on the couch cushion next to him and looked back over at me, a strange look on his face.

"We lost it during Katrina. My dad had just cut out," he continued. "Nothing but bad things happened there."

"Gosh, I'm sorry Kyle," I whispered, not sure how to proceed.

"No, I brought it up, it's fine," he sniffed, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. "Brought it upon myself, I guess." He laughed sardonically.

"Doesn't make it any less shitty," I replied.

"Yeah, the situation was just, bad," he uttered, staring off over my left shoulder. "My mom isn't exactly all there, either. She's not right. Hard to live with." He shifted to face me better, resting his elbow on the back of the sofa.

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just nodded.

"After we lost our house, things got bad between my mom and me," Kyle went on, further spelling out a detail I didn't know about him. "I never had it good with my parents, but that year was the worst. Since then it's gotten even more bad. So I'm here."

"What do you mean?"

"I live pretty close to school but I live here because I can't live with her," he relayed. "It's okay because it's all on my dime. I'll be an engineer and make my money and be able to avoid her forever."

"Well, you have a plan at least," I returned."That's something."

"I got involved here so I don't have to go back there," he said. Kyle inhaled sharply as if he had broken out of a trance and smiled. "I'm sorry, I should stop."

I sat forward, putting a hand on his knee. "No, I'm sorry," I laughed. "I'm not good at finding things to say."

"It was nice that you listened," he hummed, looking down at my hand on his leg. I removed it quickly and crossed my arms, looking at him, almost pleading for him to change the subject with my eyes. "Do you want to get coffee or something this weekend?"

It was not the subject change I expected. In fact, words wouldn't even claw their way up my throat or fight through my lips. They sat in stunned silence in my head, frozen in shock. I mustered a nod, agreeing.

"Sunday?"

"Yeah, that works," I blurted, silently kicking myself that only those three words could muster the courage to leave the safety of my mouth.

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[lixenn]

For your khr 3.0 questions!! ⚙️, 👻, 🦟 and lastly 🎁!

How late am I to answer my own fucking questions?

Yes.

As you might have guessed I did not prepare answers for my ask game in advance, so this took me ages to get to OTL

Thank you for your patience Momo, have my take on my silly questions:

⚙️You somehow, in some way ended up as a Vongola guardian. Now, what form does your Vongola gear take?

Why me? Why did Reborn drag me into his recruitment scheme 😭😭 I’m just some guy, an innocent lil bean that has done no wrong. Ignore those schmucks chilling in the ditch, they are just taking a nap. …. What? Blood? Nah that’s just ketchup, don’t worry about it, they are fineeee~

Aehm…

Now that I have delivered some nonsense let’s get to the actual questions:

I’m really not a jewellery person, I do have various bracelets, necklaces and some rings but the only jewellery I really wear on a day to day basis are my earrings. I mostly stick to my two trusty hoops and leave the other two holes alone simply because the hoops are the only ones that won’t bug me when I sleep.

So, my Vongola gear will most likely take the form of earrings and since I’m a Cloud (because I wanna be one lmao) I’d say I would have dangling knife earrings, where I can easily take off the knife part (maybe some magnetic mechanism? or simply Vongola gear bullshittery) resize the weapons and then dual wield them in battle. Or if I wanna go distance just throw them at the enemy over and over again because the Propagation property just allows me to duplicate my weapons for as long as I feed them my flames.

(Disclaimer: I have not reread the shimon arc in years and I really don’t have the energy for a research dive rn so I’m taking artistic liberties for how a Vongola gear works)

👻Which KHR character is your spirit animal?

This is an easy one! It’s Fuuta! Simply because I resonate so much with these panels, they speak to my soul:

While I don’t really mind the rain unless it’s storming and I need to go places, the wonky part… I know it’s just a translation but I use “my brain is wonky” so much… Fuuta and I… two sides of the same coin…

As for this one… that line is so fucking accurate. I often get ideas either late at night when I want to sleep, when I’m outside on a walk or even when I meditated recently. And by god if I don’t write the exact sentence down at the moment it comes to me, it will be lost to the void. I might be able to remember the basic premise (which is less likely when I have an idea while half asleep) but the phrasing will be gone unless I note it down. It has caused me much frustration and it’s the reason why I write notes on my walks or sacrifice my sleep at times.

So have this quote from my khr reread: “Fuuta is my spirit animal, my soulmate, my darling babyboy.”

🦟 There's been an "accident" and one of Shamal's mosquitos got you good. What deadly disease are you infected with?

Need… to draw… need… need to write…

Creation so near but yet so far. The longing so overwhelming it borders on obsession, alas no words bring joy, no art brings peace. For I have been struck down with maniac creative block, which compels you into wanting to create with your entire being while at the same time preventing any creation from happening via intense burnout and extreme self-doubt. Thus, eventually leading me into a pit of despair which I won’t be able to dig myself out of. RIP me 😔

🎁 bonk "Fuck!" A box has fallen into your lap. It seems like it can be opened via flames. It could be anything: a weapon, a box animal, random junk or radioactive waste some dipshit sealed away for shit and giggles. It's a ✨ mystery box ✨ What will you do with it?

I stare at the box.

The box doesn’t stare back but that was more based on the lack of eyes than anything else.

It appeared out of nowhere, hitting my head with particular viciousness like spiteful God chucked it into the mortal realm in a rage. One wouldn’t expect that a thing that small could do this much damage but the throbbing pain at the top of my skull suggests otherwise.

Now what to do with a mystery box…

Curiosity gnaws at me.

A normal person would throw this thing into the trash. They would get rid of it and move on with their life. Common sense would tell them to not interact with the box that could contain who knows what and might possibly be cursed.

However, I’m a scientist. I’m a scientist that has been handed a funky new thing, which holds countless possible outcomes in its tiny square body.

Naturally, self-preservation is yeeted out of the nearest window and I’m reaching for my notebook, phone and toolbox.

Time to pick the mystery apart.  

Khr ask game 3.0

[hollowknightinsanity]

Do you ever think about. the fact that Radiance, the Light, the goddess of light herself, was upstaged by the Pale King. because his light was so much greater. and everyone flocked to him instead, and she was left behind and abandoned.

do you think about what she might've felt. the abandonment and betrayal she suffered, the revenge that she went lengths to achieve. would a higher being's grief be more powerful than mortal bugs, or do they grieve the same?

Well now I am

Time to ramble *cracks mental autism knuckles*

So!! I’ve always thought Radi to be more a goddess of dreams rather than light, and since I’ve already made goddesses for All Of It with my Kirby insanity (staring intently at the entire ykkan religion), she’d be more of a. Demigoddess rather than a full-on goddess. But she’s still wildly powerful.

I imagine that, with the context of my own story’s lore, Radi would be the daughter of one of the four Godsisters, specifically the Ykka of Dreams — like, in the Dream’s attempt to keep at least a part of herself alive, she threw out another being made of Dream matter to be her successor in her downfall.

Because she’s made of Dream matter, a type of matter associated with memories and emotions, her rage and grief would be felt by anyone physically close to her. Before she was contained in Holly, her own emotions would’ve been felt by all bugs throughout the entirety of Hallownest, and that’s what probably started the infection in this (VERY UNFINISHED) au. After her sealing though, it would mostly just be felt by Holly, since that’s where she is, but the already infected bugs would still be carrying that wrath.

And allll of that emotional-rage-grief stuff is exactly what killed Radi’s mother.

‘Tis a vicious cycle, the cycle of Godhood.

I also think PK would be the Soul’s attempt at salvation. As such, PK’s power would be equal to Radi’s if not even stronger considering the rarity of Soul Magic. And beings like the Soul are literally built to create new life, hence why all those types of beings are called Creator Entities, which means any creature birthed by the Soul would be of very high magical capabilities.

In Soul Journey, Soul Magic is incredibly powerful and incredibly rare — like, rare to the point that people thought it didn’t even exist anymore — so beings made with the sheer power of Soul Magic are bound to be almost on the same level as the Ykka of Soul. Not on exactly the same level, but almost. That amount of power is more than enough for someone to be worshipped.

Sure, Dream Magic is powerful — the ability to have complete control over one’s mind, to achieve mental Godhood, is unlike any other. But to naturally wield Soul Magic is to have complete control over the very thing that keeps living beings alive. To have control over how someone feels and acts, when they die, when they’re born, what they truly are to begin with. That type of power is absolutely insane, and is to be both feared and worshipped.

That is why PK stole Radi’s spotlight. Being birthed by the Soul means unbelievable power.

And that’s why Radi was so destroyed. She was worshipped, she was loved, she was treated like what she was — a Goddess. But then, some random creature part of a near completely extinct species appeared out of seemingly nowhere and dragged her worshippers way from her, all because he was made by something more powerful than she could ever be.

She was jealous. She was grieving. She was enraged. She was destroyed. Her mental state was in pieces, as was her following.

All that glory, completely stripped from her, leaving her forgotten and alone like she was nothing.

It broke her.

And she lost her mind.

She lost her will.

She lost herself.

She lost everything, and with it, her life.

And suddenly I feel really bad for calling her a bitch.

*ahem*

Yeah, PK was definitely deserving of the worship he received. But Radi in no way, shape, or form deserved to be left in the way she was.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I do think I’ll go cry now

[shiny-jr]

i’m curious: what do you think the twst dorm leaders would specialize in if they were a gym leader?

to me, some are kinda obvious—like vil and poison, malleus and dragon/fairy, azul and water, etc. though some i can’t really pin on :/

like kalim—i keep changing up what i would choose. is he fire? rock? i try to not repeat the types but briefly thought about water considering his signature spell. (btw, jamil and psychic would work so well, especially considering his fear of bugs hehe)

sorry if this was strange to ask/out of nowhere, i saw your post where you sorta brought up a twst x pokemon thing and kinda wanted to jump in •v•

Hm, I want to give Riddle the obvious with fire but I'm also feeling a grass typing for this dorm. When I think of him, the first two I think of are Rapidash (for his club) and Roserade (obviously for the rose theme).

With Leona and his dorm, I'm thinking more ground/rock types but he has to have a lion so maybe Pyroar and a Nidoking (king, get it?).

Azul obviously water types, so like a Tentacruel/Octillery and also something completely different so he can throw people off in battle.

Kalim absolutely should have an Oshawott, don't care if it's a water type. For some reason I want to give his dorm flying types? But I feel like ground or rock types could work just as well, since that's what mostly appears in deserts. Bravery works well, because it's a flying type that appears in the desert, and I think it kinda fits him.

Pomefiore is poison, as you said but Vil definitely deserves a Milotic because of their beauty and throw in a Salazzle or a Nidoqueen.

Ignihyde strikes me as dark types or electric types so maybe Idia with like Morgrem who like people with gloomy thoughts or a handy one like Rotom that's good with electronics.

Malleus and Diasomnia? Give them dragon types. Dragon types used to be the most overpowered typing until fairy was added. Maybe sprinkle in a fairy or two. I'm thinking Haxorus and Alcremie (looks like ice cream).

[kthecutest]

Random Rant??

so I was really on track to just stay positive today but i just cannot....

context : I found a tik tok of a clip from Nichomaki's live reacting to enhypen's criminal love. An engene&lune in the comment section said &Team voice would suit the song and a cover would be nice. I saw a lot of supportive comments but then the toxic engenes start flooding in. In summary, they were just practically trying to say that Enha's vocals are better than &Team (aka favoritism)

See as harmless and peaceful as it sounded, it wasn't. And no this isn't me being overdramatic or favoritism from my side. I love all the boys equally truly. But the way they were trying so damn hard to BASH &Team's vocal quality just to make their own group and themselves feel superior is really disgusting. Like we know how brilliant Enha's vocals are, but attacking another group and the fanbase was another level.

I started replying to few nasty comments at one point, the ones that go so far. And this one nasty ass engene shamelessly have the audacity to reply to me and say "Oh yea Enha's B-sides are way better than &Team's overall vocal. Their vocal sucks." - honestly to that person - do you hear yourself right now? You are comparing a 3 year old kpop group to a 1 year old rookie kpop group that just debuted last year. And you have the audacity to compare the quality and amount of tracks and sides they release. Disgusting.

Another thing I wanna point out - It's true each idol will differ on fields they're best at as well as groups which mainly is because of the difference in experience and time. And I think people need to get that in their heads. They all became 'idols' for a reason. Because they can sing and dance better than any local humans out there and can do both without collapsing on stage. These toxic shits don't even know the amount of stress and pain each idol/group goes through yet they're here so damn ready, doing nothing but sitting at home and binging on reality shows, and now you wanna bash and attack small growing groups. Disgraceful.

Apparently the fight stopped after a while between me and the person because I basically just told them I have no time or energy to be in an argument with a deluded person where this would lead absolutely nowhere. And the notifications pretty much went dead. And then that person tagged me - and that one act they did, straight up i just blocked them.

They tagged me in a jungwon edit video and then wrote "jungwon >>>>>>>>> &Team". I'm not here to bash jungwon or Enhypen, i truly love them, they're literally the group i stanned before &Team formed. And the problem wasn't the edit or i'm not butt-hurt about the comment, but it's the fact that even after i left the argument and moved on, they still was raring to go. The fact that we were done with this nonsense crap-talk, and they had the audacity to tag me back and try so hard to trigger me. And ykw, congrats to the person cuz at that point, i just blocked them. I'm not trynna have someone like that bugging my ass on the notification bar, they can go cry in a ditch idc.

Conclusion : Ik i'm coming off really aggressive here - but forgive me cuz i just cannot with toxic engenes. Enhypen and &Team are practically supposed to be like brother groups. They share the same lore, same storyline, even appear in each other's mvs, collabs, the past survival show contestants, the bonds - Everything. Yet its either twitter or tik tok each day, it's not even any other group stans atp, it's literally mostly just engenes. Like it is unbelieveable, how the toxic part of the enha fanbase, literally wants to target and stir discord between the two bonded groups and each other's fanbases.

A lot of engenes are also the ones currently apart of the Lune community including me and i just cannot imagine the shame and embarrassment and absolute disappointment, we must have to feel witnessing all this crap that our same old fanbase is at.

Toxic engenes just need to fucking stop. You guys are so full of yourselves. You guys even have the audacity to call normal engenes CRAZY just because they weren't in your damn toxic train.

I understand favoritism, thats something most people have, I can literally sit here and say Niki was my first love but I favoritize K over him just bc it's my liking. But that doesn't mean I'm going to go attack Niki. You can favoritize someone and love someone without trying to bash and launch at everyone else that isn't THE PERSON. It's crazy how these same toxic engenes have to make &Team and Lune inferior just soo they could feel superior

And ykw the worst thing is - it's these same toxic engenes that make other normal engenes like us want to quit the entire fanbase and these toxic sewage cans are the same reason that the engene fandom has a shit reputation.