#ok but saaame

[aurawra21]

Jeckole childhood friends AU. If Jecka is even a somewhat positive influence on Nicole (even if loosely) in high school, maybe if they've known each other for longer she'd be ok. That and I'm weak for the trope

i honestly have been thinking about childhood au stuff for a while because saaame!

i like to think Jecka was shorter than Nicole and Nicole always teased her about it, calling her shorty and "oh yeah? you can't even reach the top shelf" and will ruffle her hair on purpose and Jecka just pouts chasing after her as much as her little legs could, then the summer before middle school Jecka had a growth spurt and grew an inch taller than Nicole and Nicole's like wtffffff

i also headcanon Nicole as transfem and Jecka has always had a crush on her and so when Nicole starts transitioning Jecka realizes she STILL has a massive crush on Nicole and that's when Jecka realizes she's bi but leaning towards girls more

i think about when Nicole and her mom argued so she runs off to go to her dad's but instead walks in on him unaliving himself and blamed Nicole. i imagine a traumatized af Nicole after seeing her dad do that, not knowing where to go, her body moving on its own until she finds herself at Jecka's house. i think about how Jecka is the only person Nicole would seek comfort from. how Jecka opened the door, took one look at Nicole and said nothing before letting her in and how they didn't utter a single word all night, Nicole just curled up in Jecka's arms until they both fell asleep.

i think about how the whole thing changes Nicole. it wasn't like she was super bubbly to begin with but Jecka can see the shift in her best friend, she's more withdrawn, more snappy, and a lot angrier about just everything.

I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS

[menlove]

Hi! I’m Katie. I just wanted to introduce myself and say thank you for all of your posts. I’m full on in a Beatles hyper fixation right now. And I also love history. You get down to the sources and everything and it’s just amazing. Ok anyways I love your blog. And anyone who is down to talk about Beatles/mclennon lore all day is my kind of person. lol! So yeah thank you!! 🫶🏻

waaaaa hi !! it's nice to meet you <333 and saaame my hyperfixation started right around the beginning of april and i've been going crazy since. it hits Just Right for an autism special interest for me bc they have to be something researchable so it's just great bc there's sooo many rabbit holes to go down. i'm glad you enjoy the blog!! i love yours too sdfjasdf

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

would you ever consider writing any IronDad ( with Peter1 ofc) ORR... any Peter1 with the avengers? its ok if not I was just wondering <3

Bucky, Sam, and Peter

Summary: Peter gets tickled by Sam and Bucky ❤️

(Thank you Anon, second attempt at a fic like this ❤️ I'm still figuring out the personalities of the other characters so any advice or suggestions would be wonderful ❤️ Otherwise, enjoy! ❤️)

Bucky scanned the living room. "Where are you kid?"

Meanwhile, Sam pushed past him into the living room. "Did you loose him already?"

"I didn't loose him."

Sam turned to his friend. "So you know exactly where he is? And we're not just talking into what looks to me like an empty living room?"

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Maybe I lost him for a second. But the kid moves faster than you think."

Sam turned back to the living room. "The kid's what, thirteen? He can't move that much faster than you."

Bucky started walking through the living room. "You'd be surprised Sam."

"Sorry, just didn't expect you to be outsmarted by a fifth grader."

The older super soldier opened his mouth to retort, but then whirled and pointed to a small cubby in the corner of the room.

Sam stepped toward the cubby as quietly as possible followed by Bucky. The two of them stationed themselves on either side of the cubby. Then Sam grabbed the handle before quickly throwing the door open.

Everything was quiet for a half a second before a web came flying through the air. Shortly behind the web was the blur of a figure that Bucky snagged with one arm.

"Eek!"

Bucky readjusted his hold on the squirming figure. "Gotcha!"

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to drop in," Falcon teased the smaller figure.

"No!" Peter whined. "Let me go!"

"Not a chance kid." Bucky hefted him up. "Not when you make a noise like that."

"All I did was squeak!"

Sam started tazering the teen's sides. "Yeah, and which spot was it that made that squeak?"

"Ahh! N-nowhere! Y-you j-just startled me!"

"Then why did you take off so suddenly?"

"Cause you looked at me f-funny!"

Sam paused his tazering. "Oh so we're funny looking?"

Peter scowled. "Yes! Both of you look stupid."

Both older men were taken aback by the young teen's snarky comment.

"Wow, think we should just take that Sam?"

"Nuh-uh." Sam ruffled Peter's hair. "Unless he apologizes."

The young teen pulled his head away as he tried to fight back the smile on his face. "Not on your life old man!"

"Wow, do you give Tony this much attitude?"

"No, it's just reserved for you two."

"And why's that?" Bucky asked.

"Cause you two ahare annoying!"

"Well I don't know about you Buck, but I will not stand for this attitude," Sam exclaimed.

"Neither will I." Bucky started moving toward the couch. "Someone has to teach these kids some manners."

The next instant, Bucky tossed Peter onto the couch. While the young teen curled into a ball, Sam set on the edge of the couch. He scanned the teen's movements, noting that he wasn't trying to hard to get away. "You know, it's not an effective punishment if you like it so much."

Peter blushed big time. "Shut uhup!"

Bucky moved to sit beside the teen's legs. "Doesn't mean it won't still be effective."

Peter pulled his legs up slightly. The grin on his face wobbled nervously.

"Aww, he looks so nervous already."

The young teen kicked out Bucky's arm. "Shuhush!"

Suddenly, the older super soldier pulled both feet into his lap and wrapped his arm around them. "Now you're gonna get it."

Peter's eyes widened as his shoes and socks were yanked off. "W-wait!"

Sam pushed his arms out of the way before digging into his sides. "Too late."

A genuine squeal left the young teen's mouth as he started squirming in place. Both of his sides and feet were attacked by tickles.

"Aww, how old are you again kid? Feel like Tony shouldn't be allowed to hire babies on the Avengers?" Sam teased.

"Ihim nohot aha bahabyhy!"

Falcon spidered his fingers up Peter's sides to his ribs. "Uh-huh, sure."

"NaAHH!" The young teen snorted. "SAAAM!"

Bucky chuckled as he spidered across his foot. "Wow, didn't know yohou cohould get up that high kihid."

"SHUT UHUP!"

Sam moved his tickles to Peter's bottom most ribs. "Gotta make sure that spider bite didn't take away any of your ribs."

Peter's laughter turned higher pitched as he loosely wrapped his hands around Sam's wrists. The rib counting was always torturous and they knew it. And Peter loved it.

It felt so good just throw his head back and cackle for a while.

Once Sam finished his rib tickling, he moved up to the teen's neck to give him a breather. "Alright, alright. Don't explode."

"He has turned a lovely shade of red, don't you think?"

Peter snorted again. "Nohoho!"

"What shade would you call that? Strawberry or vermillion?" Sam added.

"No! Shuhush!"

"But we're not done with you yet."

The next sound to leave the young teen's mouth was a squeal as a finger scratched under his toes. "NOOO! NOT THEHERE! NOHOT THERE!"

"Whatever you're doing Buck, keep it up," Falcon added.

The super soldier chuckled. "I would love to but I don't want to kill him."

Sam turned back to look at Peter's face. "Aww, guess we've tortured you enough, eh kid?"

"YEHES! PLEASE!"

Bucky finally paused his tickles. "Alright, alright. Don't want to kill him."

Peter collapsed into a pile of residual giggles. "Yohou guhuys are soho mean!"

Sam pointed to himself and Bucky. "Oh, we're mean? These two right here? The one's you never told to stop?"

The young teen turtled into his shoulders and made no comment.

"Uh-huh. That's what I thought."

Peter pulled his feet away from Bucky. Before he could stop himself, a pout overtook his face.

"Oh my word, the dramatics," Bucky teased.

Peter's blush darkened as he fixed his face.

Sam smirked. "Well, atleast we figured out where that squeak came from."

Peter scowled. "You already knehew whehere it came from!"

"Yes, and if you smart off again, we know how to find it again," Bucky added as he stretched out his back.

Peter smirked. "Suhure yohou old folks dohon't need aha break first?"

Bucky and Sam shared a look before turning back the young teen.

Peter's smirk faltered for half a second, but he was able to keep it on his face.

Bucky crossed his arms. "You have 5 seconds."

Peter had never run so fast in his life.

[wagingmywarsbehindmyface]

ok so: rouge, pumpkin, mossy moss, ourple, mint <3

rouge: I LOOOVE YOU LOOOVE YOUU, MY SISTER FROM ANOTHER MISTER 😭🩷

pumpkin: SAME SAAAME! 🩷

mossy moss: 😈😈😈

ourple: stop it! you’re the funniest one, i’m just here laughing 😂

mint: JUST TELL ME WHEN! 😍

[laesas]

Your tag about not being immune to men who look like lesbians is so true cause Jeff satur out here making me question my sexuality ☠️

(also just realised the jacket has flames on it 🔥🔥)

Yesss I'm so obsessed with that flame jacket. What an absolute vibe 🔥

Also saaame. my rational mind knows he is a man called Jeff but that does not prevent my lizard brain from going "hhhhhhmmgg lesbinem 🫠" whenever I see him in a choker.

He literally inspired the creation of a #5.8 tag on this blog for when I look at a man and go... "??? Ok I'm still technically a kinsey 6 but uhh only if we round up" 💀

[thegeminisage]

BACK at it w zelda. ive found another well from this mystery chef lady. i wanna meet her...

WAIT HES A MAN? aurie sounded like a girl name

love when people grow shit underground w brightbloom seeds. looks like a weed den

alright, im finally tackling death mountain. this is the last part of this half of the map i need before kakariko............which i'm doing during that fifth sage junk

scuh REAM this guy in the band is like we wanna perform with you but youre short on instruments...you can be our vocalist!! you have such a strong clear voice!! incred.

i think the reason ive been putting death mountain so long is like. 1. mountain big. ia m intimidated by the task. but 2. it's not the SAAAME without the LAAAVA and i MISS IT!!!

GORON WITH GLASSES AND A MUSTACHE???

sorry. i am up here doing these lil bistro quests. what the Fuck

omg. foodie who only wants RIPENED FLINT. i love gorons

here's the thing about death mountain. not only is it huge. but there's a LOT of caves. which means i have to make a lot of bikes bc they despawn when i go in caves. or drag a bike with me while im IN the cave. or just walk. i dislike all of those options. I Am Intimidated By The Task.

you can't even fast travel back TO caves the way u can w/ shrines you gotta go in while you're there

just wandering around in this cave & found an npc dying to get in and thanking me for making the hole. rip buddy i should have spoken to you elsewhere first i think

another ancient blade...amn, it's so depressing for some reason

oh wow ok i DO prefer the lava but this hot spring river is really something. like damn thats beautiful actually. i love 2 frolick

wait. wait wait wait these octoroks can repair weapons right?! my ruby rod.............

oh. it broke

LUCKILY i saved first. now i know not to throw it. i'll just drop it. gently.

MY SAGES KILLED IT...COME ON

AAAAAA IT WORKED...MY RUBY ROD......

weh i'm so happy. i was dreading this thing breaking!!! i know it's silly but i've had it for my entire file........

EMBER SHIRT HELL YES........

THEY GLOW IN THE HEAT......the shirt and pants. oh my godddd

omggggg i found the three goron brothers!! bayge kabetta and heehl.......i'll have t do this later when my mind is more alert, i'm falling asleep. im so happy 2 see them tho

[sharpth1ng]

It's me, the local HW and liver laugh love anon.

Same tho, saaame @ being here for Stu pining and listening to sad songs. He is so soft about Billy and I find it adorable. I can also totally picture him watching certain horror movies when he's pining after Billy because they're Billy's faves/they remind Stu of him.

good shit HW (thats your nickname now) lmaooo this is perfect seeing as how I literally signed up for tumblr yesterday after reading the latest chapter of your Debaser fic, purely to send the HW headcanons. me coming to your inbox like https://i.imgur.com/BzCAtuA.gif

bold of you to assume Billy wouldn’t just break his phone for that. I think that phone is going out a window tbh. Stu’s phone is always backed up because he has to replace it four times a year. — he totally would and I am convinced Stu would remember the date of them hooking up to it too, so it's literally treated like an anniversary every fucking year by him and this happens every single time. He also never misses a chance to play the song when they go hunting (and I think Stu would find it hilarious that this is his dad's legacy). speaking of their dads, I didn't even think of this yesterday but the fact that Billy's dad's name was Hank is ending me because I'm picturing Stu's dad asking Billy "How's Hank doing?" and Stu giving Billy looks that only he understands during this.

Billy: Yeah fine I’ll still have sex with you but you’re sleeping on the fucking couch tonight. — totally lmao and then Stu has the audacity to fall asleep with his arm thrown across Billy and Billy is like annoyed that he can't STAY annoyed, which tbh is his brand @ Stu lbr. (Bonus: when Stu is asleep, Billy says something like I love you, dipshit).

I’m also gonna write some older them at some point! — Yesss! I can't wait to read that too, I love your writing and characterization of them so much. Debaser is canon to me and no one can tell me otherwise. I love the idea of them mellowing like 2% and only 2%. And also grown up Billy having some “Yeah I’m gay, fuck you” energy. — This is so valid. I'm so here for older Billy finally having acceptance for himself and being like "Hmmm, that sounds like a you problem" before he guts some homophobe while Stu watches with this expression: 🥰

And I am once again apologizing for the length of this on anon too fdsfdsjkd (I still haven't had time to choose an actual username - sending this in between working lmao - and rly don't want to be randomusernamebunchofnumbers)

Welcome back HW! No worries on the anon, no rush on the username lmao they’re so hard to choose. And Ahahah I thank you for the nickname!

Ok Stu sad watching horror movies and pining is great, definitely canon lmao.

LOL at the Hank Williams/phone breaking anniversary that is very much something Stu would do. Omg before digital music he bought so many copies of this CD because they, like the phone, mysteriously keep being shattered into pieces (it’s not a mystery Billy does it right in front of him).

GOD SOMEHOW I FORGOT HIS DADS NAME IS HANK BAHAHAHAH GOD Billy would die. Such exquisite torture tbh. Artisanal. Bespoke.

Lmao yeah the only time Stu’s ever heard him say “I love you” Billy clearly thought he was asleep and when he realized he wasn’t he just fucking left, put himself on the fucking couch.

Yo that’s so sweet Gah I’m legit so touched 🥰 my and my dumb lil fucked up fics thank you 🙏

Lmao and yeah Middle aged Billy absolutely destroying homophobes is my fav tbh. Billys like “You should be afraid of the gays because we’re fucking coming to get you.”

[beyourownanchor6]

Lmao saaame. I'm always looking for adultier adults. It drives my mom nuts, like i'll randomly tell her "you're the adult, you tell me!" And she's like "YOU'RE ON YOUR THIRTIES!!"

Yeah absolutely anyone can come back. If Allison could come back (still not buying how they did that, but that's another ask) then so can Derek. Maybe Stiles brings him back and they finally admit their feelings for each other!

Thank youuuu. And I love Buddie so much so I get you. They are for real soulmates. And ooh have fun rewatching!

Oooh i'm so jealous. I took a few years hiatus at the end stretch there but i've been on this website since the beginning and the brain rot is real. SuperWhoLock was this huge phenomenon on this website where the 3 big fandoms at the time - Supernatural, Doctor Who, and BBC Sherlock - basically ran the website and people had all these fanfictions and headcanons about a potential crossover and it was wild.

Ok next question: favorite thing about Tumblr?

that was me the other day when i went to my mom and asked her to help me fill out my health benefits forms 🤣 like idc how old i am, i’m gonna need you to hold my hand through this!

i don’t even remember how they brought her back, but i remember it being…out there. *shrugs in teen wolf never making me bat an eye* 😂 yessss, i need more stiles in my life. he was my favorite since the very beginning <3

i wish i would’ve known about this hellsite sooner (or not lol) but happy to have found it when i did. the tumblr brain rot is definitely real. ohhhh! that does sound like a wild time. i always say i’m glad i was a casual spn watcher bc that fandom scares me 🤣

well i love that it’s just for fandom. you don’t really get that anywhere else; definitely one of the reasons that keeps me on this website. i also love that you can filter and block so i don’t have to see anything i don’t want to, given people tag things correctly 😏 i have met so many wonderful people bc of this hellsite, and i don’t know where i’d be without some of them <33

[buckysouvenir]

drunk night.

summary: you had too much to drink at friends house party, and bucky helps you out.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

warnings: fluff. like really really fluff. also the mention of alcohol and vomit. i know some people are triggered by that.

reblogs, likes and comments are always encouraged and highly appreciated! thank you ♡

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

you and bucky had a lot of friends in common at this point in the relationship, but unfortunately some of them lived far away from each other.

so when one of your friends had a birthday, she had an idea to rent a big house to have a house party but big enough to have guest rooms for the people who came from far away instead of having them go to a hotel.

bucky and you were two of those people. you two got there the night before the party, and got your own room. nice room, nice bed, nice bathroom. nice breakfast with some of your friends, nice afternoon walk with bucky. the both of your went back to the house to get ready for the party.

(...)

"what do you mean she disappeared?" sam says as he walks in the hallways with bucky.

"it means i can't find her anywhere sam" says bucky, checking behind every door at the opposite direction of sam.

"do you think she's at the back of the house?"

"i don't know... maybe. go right, i'm gonna go left" bucky says, when they get to a big hallway with doors to the both sides.

then they hear some thud noises coming from one of the bathrooms door at the end of the hallway. sam gets there first since it was at the right hallway.

"heyyy pretty girl... whatcha doing?" he says looking at her smiling, "hey buck" he says a bit louder.

"i'm brushing my teeth" you say, smiling with the toothbrush still in your mouth, gripping the bathroom sink with the other hand for stability.

"why?" he says holding you, in fear of you falling.

you clean your mouth in the sink, "i threw up"

"yeah ok. now i'm gonna handle YOU to your boyfriend" says sam, helping you up while you stumble out of the bathroom.

bucky is right behind the both of you, with his arms out to catch you.

he hugs you, but more for stability. you look up at him with googly eyes.

"i'm drunk" you smile at him.

"hi drunk, i'm boyfriend" he says, giving a small kiss to your forehead while he laughs and put your head to rest on his chest. "did she mess anything?" he says to sam as he comes out of the bathroom.

"no, not really. damn. she came here alone and threw up in the toilet, did not miss it. and got her toothbrush, i mean, I HOPE IT'S HERS, and brushed her teeth."

"it IS mine, i'd never use someone else's toothbrush ew sam who do you think i am?" the words coming out of you are muffled by bucky's clothes.

both of them laughs.

"and yes i did that. it's my superpower"

"ok superdrunk, let's get you to our room so you can rest" bucky says, moving his hands to one of your hands and the other on your lower back.

"ok. thank you saaam"

"you're welcoooome" he says, imitating your tone.

"don't make fun of me old man"

"yeah, I'M the old man. alright" bucky sends him a stare. "look at me as much as you want fossil"

sam goes back to the living room as bucky and you go to the guest room you both chose earlier.

"ok darling, stay here while i get some comfy clothes for you ok? don't move" he puts you seated at the end of the bed, and you give him a thumbs up not really opening up your eyes.

you feel him unbuttoning your heels, and taking them off slowly. then your hear him opening the suitcase, and then his footsteps getting closer to you.

"ok baby, now you're gonna help me, getting up so i can take of your dress and put comfy clothes on you ok? can you do that for me?"

you open your eyes, looking at him with small dovey eyes, smiling, "i can do anything for you honey"

he chuckles and helps you getting up. unzipping your dress, and undressing you out of it slowly. you feel the soft material around you now, and you can only notice how this is definitely one of his shirts because it fits way to loose to be one of your pajamas.

"smells like you" you say, getting on your tip toes, wrapping your hands around his neck and giving him a kiss.

"well it is my shirt petal" he chuckles, "ok, now lay down and try to sleep please, you need to rest"

"no no, i can't, i have makeup on, i need to take ir off before sleeping or my skin will get messed up" you say, whining.

"how do you take it of then?"

"makeup wipes, they're easy for drunkness. it's in the bathroom i think"

you hear him come and go, while you lay down, and feel the bed sink in next to you.

"thank you honey" you say opening your eyes, and your arms to grab the makeup wipes.

"sh. go to sleep. i can do it" he says, grabbing one and gently touching the skin of your face with it.

"really?" you ask and he nods. "thank you baby" you smile closing your eyes.

"you're welcome baby" he gets closer and give you a kiss. "goodnight"

"goodnight" you say, barely a whisper as sleep take over your body.

the next morning you wake up with a small light beam over the both of you. bucky is deep asleep right beside you, looking so peaceful, like he doesn't have a care in the world. you actually like watching that. even though it's rare to see, taking into account that he usually is the type to wake up with the sun.

"my feet are really warm... when did i put socks on? cause i remember you putting your shirt on me"

"your feet were cold in the middle of the night so i put socks on you" he says, sleepy, still not moving.

"...james, did you wake up and got up in the middle of the night, just to put socks on me?" you say with a soft voice.

"yeah, but i barely slept anyway"

"why?"

"you drank a lot last night ma'am. i stayed awake to see if you were ok"

you stopped functioning at that. you were out of words

"you're the cutest, you know that right?" you say, kissing his whole face with small pecks.

"that's not usually the words people use to describe me" he chuckles.

"but it is what i use"

he looks at you, "yeah, and you're the one that matters anyway sweetheart"

[hopalongfairywren]

Sam Bucket Lore liveblogging

FUCK WE'RE LIVE

lore is starting in nine minutes ok. I can wait.

quackity inspires him omg. cc!Quackity really did raise the dsmp to new levels. It was already great but he made it fucking cinematic

tina shoutout! Everyone say thank you to cc!tina she is the reason

Sam bucket. I will never get tired of cc!sam saying saaam buuucket

wait its not over till its over... Huh. Damnit their goes my friday night

c!george cameo? They really are shoehorning in every lore deficient person into these finales huh.

creepy music ooh. I love the music its not spooky month yet but i feel like the music makes it come early.

jumpscares? Fuck. The things I do for minecraft lore

Bad, minecraft is fucking terrifying

Oh thank god the timeline is saved

STARTING

oh god it has a "disturbing content warning" and its crackling like a found footage thingy. Well dsmp fandom if I don't see a shit ton of halloween/horror projects after this imma be mad

recap! with creepy music!

god damn it im already on edge

c!sam thank you for having more reason than the average horror protagonist

YESS. WAIT KNIGHTS OF HOPE? WILL THEY JOIN? AU MATERIAL?

talk to foolish? At the same time as perhaps... the knights of hope... so interconecting lore and plotlines that compliment each other?

No one would come. Nobody trusts c!sam or c!bad because of their actions. Jesus christ. That's my angsty interpretation but it's probably everyone just going; "Well ghosts are real, you can revive the dead, their was a parasitic red egg that tried to kill us, but that..? That's ridiculous lol. Go take your meds."

c!sam is fucking terrified and trying to reassure himself that maybe this isn't real. I wouldn't exactly call it gaslighting (can we not water down the term gaslighting is actively malicious-)

Oh. He brought up being stuck in the egg. Get him c!Sam.

Past lorestream being mentioned in canon? consistency for lore/characters/timeline? Can this stream kiss me pls?

FUUUCK

why does the music sound like fnaf phone ringing stuff

aaand they split up. theyre totally dead

sam bucket

ok but imagine from an in universe perspective how terrifying this is. I'll make a detailed post later

fuck the worst thing is when its to dark you can't see the threat

is he gonna do the horror classic of sneaking into the monster?

YEP

EGG AINT GONE YET EGG MAINS STAY WINNING

jesus christ they took notes from classic horror movies didn't they

Oh god the og eggpire. This makes the current eggpire's actions even more horrifying. They knew they were wrong. they did it anyways.

And yet more proof that the dsmp has been inhabited long before c!dream and will be long after!

Sam bucket

Francis? FRAN?

Callahan? Dream? Slime? Who knows who started this take ur pick!

Oh god I was right. The eggpire people would have had a few momments of lucidity. Scp Slowburn sloth nightmarefuel shit right their

Oh he wanted his dog. Oh. :(

SAM BUCKET WAS WARNING THEM? OH? OH? (pls tell me this is the truth no sudden attack no jumpscare let sam bucket be good)

ok now i feel bad for what im gonna do with sam bucket in pitdd :(

Wait is this a trick? Oh fuck. FUCK.

Is he sacrificing himself or Bad?

Oh HIMSELF?

Now I REALLY feel bad for what I'm gonna do with sam bucket lore in pitdd. Ah well I wrote it back when sam bucket was new and its important

HE PULLED A SKEPPY REFRENCE WTF

OK that ending. I DID NOT SUSPECT THAT ENDING

So many questions. Is Sam bucket good? did he trick c!bad? Did he somehow escape after destroying the egg? did he kill c!bad after this or get him posessed? This doesn't end until cc!sam gets raided so I guess we have to find out....

Oh god back to the scary part no more whismical music

THE EGG IS FROM THE FUCKING NETHER?

Ok this left more questions then answers why did sam bucket show up outside after he blocked himself off. The implication of the Egg being from the nether. If this is the end I'll be confused.

oh wow this is late i forgot to publish it woops

[slimeylee]

Day 28 + Day 29: Pranks, Prison!Dream

kinda feel bad i havent done many of these n lee!dream month is 14 days from over but ill try to make more

this could also go underneath day 17, raspberries/nibbles i just didnt add it into the title

The sound of the lava flowing infront of the cell doorway was drowned out by the crackling of crying obsidian on some parts of the prison cell wall, and that drowned out the sound of the clock that Dream stood infront of. There was nothing to do in the prison, it was very boring. Until Dream had an idea. He pulled the clock off the wall, and threw it into the lava. He did this occasionally as a way to be given attention simple prank. “SAAAM! I NEED A NEW CLOCK!” He yelled. He walked over to a wall, and waited a few minutes until the lava began to go down. Dream squinted as he saw Sam’s annoyed face in the distance, and laughed.  

Sam walked away from the drawbridge, and the lava after a minute was fully down. Sam quickly flipped the switch, and hopped on the drawbridge before it went off without him. The drawbridge slowly moved, and after a moment it stopped at the cell. Sam yanked the clock from his pocket, handing it to Dream “Stop putting your clocks into the lava. It’s annoying having to keep coming and going, Dream.” Dream smirked, took the clock, and then yelped, “Oh no, my hand! It’s slipping!” then threw the clock into the remaining lava that wasn’t yet all the way down. “Dream!” Sam growled, and Dream laughed.

“IhiHI’M sohohorry, ihit wahahas fuhuhunny-” Dream giggled. Sam approached Dream, and his eyes widened. “Wa-wahahait, Sam, I’m sohorry-” He scooted back, and Sam continued to approach him. Sam got on the ground, and Dream yelped again as Sam crawled extremely fast towards him. He was pushed down onto the ground and hid arms were held up above his head by Sam. He snorted as Sam’s hand began digging into his ribs. “NahaHAHAha! SAahaHAHam!! STAHahaHAP thaHAT!” He squirmed. “This is what you get for repeatedly throwing your clock into the lava, Dream!” Sam exclaimed.

“Ihihit’s juhuhust a pRAHAHAnk! Ahahand ihit’s fuhunnaAAYYYYAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dream screeched, cackling as Sam had yanked up his hoodie and blowed a fat raspberry in the center of his stomach.

~

i wanted to do prison dream so much, but i was like: “what scenario could i use for this?” but then i remembered that dream said that he would prank sam by throwing his clock into the lava of the cell entrance so sam would have to bring him a new one

so i took that into my hands

its not the beeest....

but its ok

slimey out

-slime

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you have a crush on college student renjun so you make use of your best lamest flirting attempts and surprisingly they work?!

pairing: renjun x gn!reader

genre: college!au, romance, pure fluff

warnings: very lame jokes, mentions of a cruel prank in the past (someone asking out renjun as a joke, pls never do that to people!), lots of awkwardness & sweetness, a bit of swearing, reader has an obsession with renjun’s pretty hands

word count: 4.7k

It had been a while since you had a crush so strong you even had a hard time focusing in class. Usually, you were a very good student, diligently taking notes and participating when the professor asked questions. But that was until you saw Renjun for the first time. 

It was like something possessed you and suddenly you couldn't think about anything else but his pretty, gentle face, his angelic voice and his lovely hands always drawing something in his notebook. It certainly didn't help much that you were seated right next to him during your shared lectures. It most certainly didn't help that you forgot all your vocabulary when you were in his immediate vicinity. Usually, your teachers and friends described you as well-spoken and eloquent, always knowing the right thing to say. 

But that was, of course, until Renjun. All words disappeared from your poor brain whenever he was around. And it's not like you didn't want to talk to him, get to know him better. But you physically couldn't bring yourself to form a coherent sentence. You kept telling yourself it was just a silly crush and it would pass in time. But the more time passed, the stronger you felt the need to do something about your feelings. Naturally, you couldn't speak, but there was still something you could do. Something you probably did best. Write.

So one day, after what felt like an eternity of yearning, you finally gathered the courage to act on your emotions. Taking a small sheet of paper out of your notebook, you wrote a little something. It was probably super lame but apparently, even your writing skills were affected by your crush on him. As soon as your "masterpiece" was done, you slid it towards Renjun before you could chicken out and change your mind about this whole thing. The note had the following text:

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Your drawings are almost As pretty as you. P.S. Key word: almost ;)

The second he spotted the little note which was folded in a hurry, he opened it curiously. Once he read its insides, you could hear him snort under his breath. Was it that bad? You couldn't help but worry. Then, he took his own pen and started writing something under it. That was a good sign, right? You were feeling hopeful. Once he was done, he slid the paper towards you. You opened it in a rush. His response was:

Hey! Are you bullying my art?!?

You looked at him in confusion. How could he have possibly misunderstood? However, he was too focused on multitasking (drawing most of the time and occasionally taking notes based on the lecture) to spot your reaction. You decided you had no choice but to be as explicit as possible and wrote another note:

Nooo, I meant to compliment both you and your art, sorry if it came off wrong and lame :(

When he received it, you could swear you saw him smiling a little, which made your heart melt. How was he so beautiful? Soon enough, his reply came:

That's alright, I'm just teasing...Also, it worked.

You couldn't believe it. It worked? You'd successfully grabbed his attention by using this first-grade flirting method in college? You were suddenly feeling brave and kept writing. It was too late to turn back time.

I just think you're really pretty and cool especially when you draw but I was too hesitant to talk to you directly...

When he read your most recent note, he even gave you a look of disbelief, which you couldn't interpret until you saw his response:

Cool? Wow, that's a first...And it's ok, I don't bite.

You chuckled quietly and suddenly noticed that class was ending soon. You couldn't wait until tomorrow so you hurriedly wrote the content of your next note:

What do I have to do to get your number?

Renjun shook his head in amusement and this time, his reply came quicker than before:

*number enclosed* Here, that wasn't so hard, was it?

You could hear the lecturer saying his words of conclusion and you hurried to respond via another note, because you couldn't trust your voice to actually speak to Renjun. Not yet, at least. So, you wrote:

Thank you!!! Here is mine: *number enclosed*

And just as he received your final note, the students around you started gathering their things. You simply looked at Renjun and you still couldn't believe he'd actually replied to your silly flirting and even gave you his number! You waved him goodbye like a lovesick fool and practically ran outside of the lecture hall. Stage fright whomst? Try having a crush on the prettiest boy in the world.

After you went back home, you debated calling Renjun. Eventually, you talked yourself out of it. What if you said something stupid and embarrassing? With texting, you could at least have more time to think things through before sending them. Actually speaking to him seemed too terrifying a task to accomplish. So, you texted him excitedly and your heart did a back-flip when he replied. Was it strange that you already missed him, even though it had only been a couple of hours since you last saw him? Naturally, you couldn't tell him that, it would probably freak him out. So, you settled for texting (for the time being).

Renjun: Why did you run away after class?

You: I was too nervous to speak to you, I'm sorry!!!

Renjun: That's strange, I see you talking to your friends all the time...Am I so scary?!?

You: Nooo, you're not scary, I'm just being an idiot 😔

Renjun: Top of the class does not equal idiot but I'll let it slide this time

You: Thank you for your generosity!

Renjun: What are you up to?

You: Probably gonna work on that assignment for next week

You: Sorry, I'm so boring 😔

Renjun: First of all, you don't have to apologize so much, you did nothing wrong

Renjun: Second of all, saaame. We can brainstorm together if you want?

You: Sorry, I'll stop. Oops, I did it again. Pretend you didn't see it.

You: Also omg, yes pls, that would be great!

And that is how your friendship with Renjun started. Texting on your phones and exchanging notes during class lasted a week until you finally decided to ask him out. Again, via text, because you were feeling too shy to speak to him. The only other contact you'd had was waving at each other. And it's not like he spoke to you, either. There were two explanations for that: 1) he chose to respect your decision or 2) he was possibly just as shy as you were. Whatever the reason, you thought this could not go on forever so you managed to find the bravery to propose a date.

You: Do you wanna go out with me? 👉🥺👈 

Renjun: Sure, where do you wanna go?

You: Oh, wow, I didn't think I'd get this far lol

You: Where do YOU wanna go?

Renjun: Hmm, there's this new art gallery I've been meaning to visit...if that's okay with you

You: Anything is good with me as long as I get to see your pretty face

Renjun: What

You: I said you're pretty

Renjun: Shut up, oh my God...

You: Do you want me to stop?

Renjun: Say that again

You: You're pretty

Renjun: 😳😳😳

Renjun: I can't wait to see you again

You: Same here

Once you got to the front of the art gallery, it struck you how strange it was that you would speak to Renjun for the first time ever. You mentally braced yourself as you awaited his arrival anxiously. Your nails were digging into the inside of your hands and you were terrified you'd pierce holes through your own skin. You told yourself this was silly, you had no reason to be so nervous. Renjun was a total sweetheart and he obviously liked talking...well, writing to you. You needn't worry that much, you kept repeating in your mind. You were too busy hyping yourself up to notice him approaching behind you. Too busy to be prepared for what came next.

"Hiii," Renjun greeted you with a surprise back hug.

"Oh dear," you jumped in shock as you turned around.

"Did I scare you, angel?"

Shit. Already with the pet names? How were you supposed to survive?

"No, it's fine," you waved him off, trying to play it cool. "Isn't it weird this is the first time we're actually speaking to each other?"

"Um...kinda," Renjun scratched the back of his head. "But I like it, it's what makes this so special."

"Wow, you sure do have a way with words," you chuckled.

"Shall we go inside?" he suggested.

"Yes, please."

As you looked around the art gallery, you kept pointing excitedly at the paintings, while Renjun was quietly evaluating them and telling you interesting stories about the artists. You couldn't help but be amazed by how attractive he was as he exhibited his knowledge. And of course, you couldn't help but wonder at how he was so much more beautiful than all the art you've ever seen. Naturally, you wouldn't tell him that. First of all, because it was too lame to speak aloud. Second of all, because your voice would undoubtedly betray you and crack or something even more embarrassing. As time passed, you were surprised at how easy it was to talk to him, despite your previous concerns. Renjun was very polite and soft-mannered and he made you feel comfortable, while the two of you looked at the paintings and discussed them. Once you'd seen everything, you were starting to feel a bit bummed out that your lovely date was coming to an end. When you were outside the art gallery, you impulsively asked:

"Can I walk you home?"

"I mean...sure. On one condition."

"Anything."

"I get to walk you home next time."

"There'll be a next time?" you whispered hopefully.

"I hope I don't sound presumptuous if I share my observation we both had a wonderful time."

"That's perfectly alright. Your observation is correct," you admitted.

"I live just around the corner, though. You really don't have to-"

"But I want to."

"So do I," Renjun said and the two of you began walking towards his home.

"I was wondering about something...You already know I didn't speak to you because I was feeling shy, but why didn't you? I have two theories, but I'm curious which one is more on point."

"Do tell and I'll try my best to enlighten you," he joked.

"Okay, so theory number one is you were being respectful of my wish not to talk yet. Theory number two is that you're just as shy as I am."

Renjun laughed and you could swear this was the sweetest sound in the entire universe.

"Am I so transparent? Honestly, it's a little bit of both. But there's another part you didn't guess. But it's too embarrassing."

"Come on, tell meee! It can't be more embarrassing than my lame attempts to flirt with you."

Renjun smiled gently.

"Well, to be honest, I couldn't believe you thought I was cool and pretty...I even feared this was some sort of prank. It wouldn't be the first time someone decided to mess with me like that."

"Renjun, are you serious? I don't understand why anyone would...Scratch that, whoever messed with you didn't deserve even a fraction of your attention. I meant every word I said. I really like you...and your paintings. And I'm sorry I couldn't say it aloud earlier. You genuinely deserve to hear nice things more."

"Thank you. I appreciate it," he blinked cutely. "But enough about me. I never told you...how beautiful you are. How kind and smart."

"I know," you waved him off teasingly. "But coming from you, this means a lot."

Renjun shook his head, amused by your words.

"We should go somewhere you like next time. Maybe a bookshop?" he suggested.

"Am I so transparent?" you repeated his words. "But sure, yeah. That sounds nice."

"Well, this is me," he said, pointing towards his home.

"Already? Aw, time sure flies by when you're having fun."

"I'll see you tomorrow in class, right?"

"Of course," you promised and before you could talk yourself out of it, gave him a quick but heartfelt hug. "Bye, Renjun."

"Bye, angel."

After your first date with Renjun, things were going quite smoothly. You finally got over your nervousness when it came to talking to him and the two of you would occasionally whisper things to each other during class. The first time he held your hand under the desk your cheeks filled with colour. Despite your embarrassment, you held his hand right back and granted him with a grateful smile. After that, holding hands in class (whenever you weren't busy taking notes) became like second nature to you two. It just felt so sweet and comfortable to be close to him. You couldn't wait till the next weekend for your second date. Even though you were just going to a bookshop and had nothing that special planned out, you enjoyed being around him so much that you were more than excited for spending time with him one-on-one. No professors or other students to distract you.

When the day finally arrived, you were surprised to find out your anxious self had made a comeback. Even though you were around him everyday and had grown accustomed to holding a conversation, it had been an entire week since your first date when it was just the two of you and you couldn't help but get cold feet as you were waiting in front of the bookshop. This time Renjun didn't surprise you from behind, you could see him approaching from a distance. Mentally bracing yourself for his inevitable arrival, you knew you'd be an awkward mess no matter how hard you tried.

"Hey, angel," he greeted you with the usual hug.

"It's nice to see you again, Renjun," you replied dumbly, briefly melting into his arms.

"You saw me yesterday, remember?" he teased you.

"Um, yeah, but still," you chuckled.

"Is everything okay? You don't seem like yourself," Renjun immediately noticed the change in your behaviour.

"Why wouldn't it be? Everything's peachy," you lied, but he didn't seem to believe you.

"Be honest with me, please," Renjun asked. You suddenly remembered what he'd confided in you during your first date. It was no wonder he had a hard time trusting you after someone in his past had had the nerve to pull such a cruel prank on a soul as sweet as his. You felt guilty for lying rightaway and began explaining yourself.

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. I don't want to fuck anything up. Like I just did by lying and swearing. Fuck. I did it again, didn't I? I'll shut up now," you were rambling anxiously.

"Relax, Y/N, I totally get it. I was just worried maybe you didn't want to be here...with me."

"What? Nonsense. There's nowhere else I'd rather be. No one else I'd rather be with."

"Well, the feeling's mutual so there's no need for concern. Let's look at those books, yeah?"

"Yeah, sounds good, Renjun."

As the two of you went inside and started exploring the hundreds of shelves together, you felt yourself relaxing a little. Being surrounded by so many familiar titles, so many gorgeous covers was comforting. And as you kept showing Renjun some of your favourite books and telling him about your most beloved characters, he realized you were back to your usual self in no time. Attentively listening and occasionally sharing his opinions on certain authors, you didn't notice how quickly time passed by and how much you had enjoyed yourself and each other's company. Once you had looked through the bookshop in its entirety, you felt like it was too early to put an end to your date, but you didn't want to come off as too clingy or something. So, you simply looked at Renjun, expecting him to say what he wanted to do next.

"I promised you I'll walk you home this time, didn't I?" he smoothly said.

"I believe you did," you giggled. It was so sweet of him to remember such a detail.

"I'm a man of my word so lead the way," Renjun replied, offering you his arm.

"It will be my pleasure," you eagerly took his arm and the two of you began walking. You were deliberately moving at a slow place, simply because you didn't want this to end and felt like prolonging the time around him.

"Your hands are so pretty," you blurted out at one point.

"You like my hands, huh?" Renjun smirked.

"Did I say that out loud?" you were undoubtedly blushing really hard.

"I'm afraid so."

You felt completely mortified as you covered your face with your own hands.

"Hey, hey, it's fine. You can tell me anything. Chances are I'll take it as a compliment."

"Really?" you sneaked a peak. "You don't think I'm weird?"

"Maybe a little bit, but it's one of the things I like about you."

"One?" you blinked curiously.

"You're really fun to be around and you've been nothing but sweet to me. And of course, you're stunning, but that goes without saying."

"Without saying? I don't mind hearing it, though."

"I'll have that in mind," Renjun smiled gently.

"Renjun?"

"Yes?"

"Can you hold my hand?" you almost begged.

"I don't know, can I?" he tormented you with a joke.

"Will you hold my hand?" you corrected yourself.

"All you had to do was ask," Renjun acquiesced and intertwined your fingers.

Walking hand in hand, you eventually reached your place. As you two stared at one another, you refusing to go inside, him refusing to go, both of you refusing to let go of the other's hand, you thought to yourself how badly you wanted to kiss him. You had no idea if it was too early for that but you knew that the longer you tried to postpone it, the more you'd crave him. And you were an impatient person. So you quickly kissed him without thinking much. It was a bit awkward and rushed but at least, you had finally done as you wanted. Renjun looked taken aback and blinked at you a couple of times.

"I'm sorry," you apologized again. "I just..."

He silenced you softly with another kiss, this time more slowly and putting your mind and heart at ease. You lost yourself in the feeling of his plush lips against yours, finally letting go of his hand so that you could wrap yours around his neck. Hesitant at first but growing bolder by the second, you could sense Renjun's tongue testing the waters. You slightly parted your lips, letting him in. As the kiss intensified, you could feel him becoming more eager to touch you, his arms wrapped around your lower back. When you were seconds away from losing your breath, you finally broke the kiss. Opening your eyes to look at him, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He'd kissed you back.

"I thought I told you to stop apologizing so much. Especially, when you haven't done anything wrong," Renjun scolded you politely.

You opened your mouth to argue, but when you realized your immediate response would have been another 'I'm sorry', you closed it. A second later, you came up with a different reply.

"I guess you'll have to discipline me, then," you huffed in a challenge.

"Dumbass," Renjun flicked your forehead.

"Hey!" you complained with a pout. "That hurts."

"What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?" Renjun gave an unamused look.

"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea," you mumbled, not expecting him to actually...kiss your forehead. But he did. And damn your knees for threatening to give out.

"Feel better yet?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"Get inside already," Renjun tickled your sides, nudging you in the direction of your door.

"You want to get rid of me so badly?"

"No, but we can stand here forever if you don't," he rolled his eyes.

"Do you want me to invite you in?"

"Don't tempt me and go," he was impossible to sway.

"Okay, okay," you relented. "See you tomorrow, Renjun!"

For your third date Renjun suggested something different. While your first and second date had all taken place in public locations, this time he offered going to his place. And maybe the shock on your face was too obvious, because Renjun was quick to keep talking and almost take it back.

"We don't have to if you don't want to! We can just watch something at the cinema or whatever. Forget I mentioned it if you're uncomfortable."

You quickly shook your head.

"No, no, I do want to come over! I was just...not expecting it."

"Yeah? You sure?"

"A hundred per cent," you nodded excitedly.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I'm at two hundred per cent," Renjun teased.

"It's not a competition," you reminded him.

"It's not if I'm winning," he kept playing around.

You rolled your eyes.

"So what are we watching?" you asked.

"You can't go wrong with Harry Potter, am I right?"

"You are so right," you squealed. "Which house are you in?"

"Don't get me started. Sometimes I get Ravenclaw, sometimes Slytherin, it's a mess."

"That's pretty cool, though," you were practically staring at him with heart eyes at this point.

"You're a Hufflepuff, aren't you?"

"Am I so transparent?" you complained, this line becoming something of a running gag between the two of you.

"Cute," he mumbled under his breath and you blushed, not managing to maintain eye contact.

When the time arrived for you to go to Renjun's place, you were more excited rather than nervous. He was so easy to talk to and you were genuinely making so many wonderful memories that you had made it your mission to not waste any second worrying needlessly.

"I have arrived," you announced the obvious as you stood at his door.

"I can see that," Renjun chuckled. "Come on in."

"I wasn't sure if I should bring something so I bought some pizza on the way. It's still hot, so I hope you're hungry," you said as you followed him inside like a puppy.

"Oh, that's very thoughtful. And I always have enough space left for pizza."

You grinned and the minute you put the box on the table and your arms were free, you wrapped them around Renjun in a hug.

"You're so warm," you murmured against his skin.

He kissed the top of your head swiftly. Soon after, the two of you were too busy re-watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, eating pizza and holding hands to talk much. Once the movie was over, you realized how badly you didn't want to go home and how cozy leaning your head on Renjun's shoulder felt. And how much you liked him and couldn't stop thinking about his hands, his smile and his overall existence.

"Do you want to go home already?" Renjun asked the dreaded question.

"I mean, not really, but I don't wanna impose myself on you," you whispered.

"Don't be so formal," Renjun replied. "Just stay a little longer."

"Yayyy!" you were quite overjoyed and kissed his cheek. "What do you want to do?"

"Hm, I don't know. I could give you a tour around the place."

"Sure, that sounds fun," you immediately agreed.

"Don't get your hopes up, it's just a regular college guy's apartment."

"I'm sure I'll be amazed by every little detail."

"Even my socks?"

"Especially your socks," you joked.

As he showed you around his apartment, you couldn't help but be amazed by how Renjun-like everything was. From the snug kitchen to his art supplies scattered around. Every corner made the atmosphere feel extremely homey. Until you saw something that you hadn't expected, something that hadn't come up in conversation before. A stunning grand piano. You looked at the instrument and then at Renjun and finally, back at the piano.

"Do you play?"

"No, I just keep things like that as an accessory," he responded sarcastically. "Of course, I play."

"Can you...no, wait," you stopped yourself before making a similar mistake to the one you made a while ago. "Will you play something for me?"

"Right now?"

"If it's not too much trouble," you gave him the very best pleading look you were capable of.

Renjun sighed reluctantly and sat down on the bench in front of the piano.

"Don't just stand there awkwardly, sit next to me," he urged you courteously. 

You followed his advice and took the free spot. However, nothing could have possibly prepared you for witnessing Renjun's skills up-close. Watching him play was like magic. You were simply in awe and couldn't help but stare at his pretty fingers hitting the keys in just the right ways. When he was finished performing the piece, you were too frozen to do anything. Couldn't even manage to clap, even though he deserved it so much. But you were too transfixed by his playing and those damn hands of his you couldn't possibly move.

"Earth to Y/N?" Renjun went as far as snapping his fingers right in front of your face.

"Huh?" you let out.

"Did I enchant you or what?"

"I think you did," you chuckled. "Just...wow. You're insanely good."

He looked away bashfully.

"Thanks. It just takes practice."

"Nah, I've heard people play before but what you have is different. So pure and genuine. Like a blessing. And I'm not just saying that because I think I'm falling in love with you. I really mean every word."

"Care to repeat that?"

"I really mean..." you started, still not registering what exactly you'd said. How far you'd gone. What you couldn't take back.

"Before that," Renjun reminded you gently. "You know. The part about falling in love with me."

"Shit. I was thinking out loud again, wasn't I?" you asked dumbly. "It's too early for that, I know. I'm really sorry. Let's just pretend I said nothing and forget about it, yeah?"

In your panic, you jumped up from the bench and were about to escape like a coward but Renjun grabbed your hand before you could take another step.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, too," he said.

"W-what?" you stammered.

"And I don't care about whether it's too early or not. And I'm not going to pretend I didn't hear it. So the question is...what are you going to do about that?"

"Me? What...am I supposed to do?"

"What you want to do," Renjun clarified.

"Um...I want to keep falling in love with you, Renjun. And holding your pretty hands. Spending time with you. Listening to your angelic voice. What I want...is for you to be my boyfriend."

"I thought I already was."

"You were?"

"We went on a couple of dates...we kissed...Haven't I made it obvious enough?"

"Oh, right," you chuckled. "Sorry."

"Say that word one more time, I dare you," Renjun slowly ran a finger down your lips.

"S-sorry?" you had to test his patience. Before you could argue, he kissed you fiercely, wrapping his palms around your cheeks. You were drowning beneath his touch, which was ridiculous, considering he was also setting your lips on fire. You figured if saying sorry too much was going to end up like this, you would be a fool not to take advantage of it.

"Pretty angel," Renjun whispered against your mouth. "My pretty angel."

You were practically melting and the only thing holding you together were Renjun's arms.

"For fear of sounding lame, I'm inclined to say your pretty angel's almost as pretty as you. Key word: almost," you giggled, recalling your earliest attempts at flirting with him.

"Lies," Renjun shook his head.

"Hey, it worked the first time!" you pouted.

"It only worked because you're the pretty one," Renjun ruffled your hair playfully.

"Oh my God, shut up," you covered your face to hide how red it was.

"Never."

The End

[mosalahd]

Who are your favourite drivers and why?

oh. oh wow. ok,, this is gonna be LONG my absolute favourite favourite drivers, apples of my eye, loml, are valtteri and lewis, and i've written a 1000 word explanation as to why bc i'm mentally ill (: <3

with valtteri, it was love at first sight pretty much. when i watched my first race, he was the first driver to really stand out to me and i can't really explain why? maybe it's bc before i knew anything about f1 i knew who lewis hamilton was, and finding out that lewis had this almost "forgotten" teammate intrigued me and i became invested in finding out more about him? anyways since that one race i just fell down a rabbit hole and now i have so many reasons i love him like: - he is the most generic scandinavian man but also the most specialest little man and i can't really explain it but he just,, he has the standard scandinavian awkward but sweet underneath and idk he feels like home?? like he feels...familiar? - he is so considerate and always looking out for the people around him even at the expense of his own wants/needs, whether it be in obvious or more subtle ways. he's honestly the definiton of a perfect teammate both for lewis and for guanyu - how he's so open to talk about his mental health and his own bad times which is so important!! mental health is often ignored or stigmatised, esp when it comes to men's mental health, so seeing him be open about it and encouraging others to do the same and to take care of themselves makes me so <3333 - resilience!! now that he's in alfa romeo people love to act like he was always loved and appreciated, but i remember during his merc days how common it was for the entire fandom to just shit talk him for no reason at all? like people would call him lewis' dog, joke about him getting team ordered, never properly acknowledging any of the things he's accomplished (LIKE HELLO HE HAS A Q3 STREAK THAT'S ONLY BESTED BY PROST AND SENNA???). as if being the teammate of one of the greatest drivers of all time wasn't difficult enough, the fandom sure as hell did not make it easier for him and it made me so sad to see because he was always doing his best? like yeah, he's no lewis hamilton, but also, nobody but lewis is like lewis. valtteri was never really given a chance to be his own person w/o being compared to others (lewis/nico) but he still pushed through. it would have been so easy for him to let the negativity and hate get to him, succumb to resentment and turn against the lewis + merc, but he didn't, and that speaks volumes. obv he had his dark times and he had his doubts but in the end he always rose above it and i respect that so much - also he's an unbothered king who just wants to have his ass out in the breeze

now with lewis! i knew about him before i got into the sport bc i read an article about him, his success and his activism. but the thing that really got me was when i found out that he, like me, is mixed caribbean/european. he embodies the kind of representation i've been seeking and craving since i was a little kid, and i resonate so much with him. to be more specific about what i love ab him: - the fact that he doesn't shy away from where he's from, and continues being proud of his heritage means the world to me. a lot of mixed people feel the need to hide parts of themselves (usually the non-white parts) and seeing how sure he is of himself actually helps me deal with my own constant mixed kid identity crises - his passion and curiosity for all things creative. he wants to try everything and he will try everything and i love that bc i'm the saaame - how willing he is to learn from/listen to others and just, his general open mindedness and how considerate he is of others. that he always highlights the major issues going on in the world, whether it's in the country they're racing or somewhere else, just the fact that he actually takes the time to learn about others and their struggles and always makes sure that they feel seen and heard - (again) sheer resilience!! the fact that he's one of the most succesful drivers OF ALL TIME but has had his entire career continuously undermined bc of the color of his skin but he still has the power to brush it off and keep STUNTING ON THESE HOES. like just the fact that he went through the shitshow that was abu dhabi, went quiet for two months, and then came back all "i'm fine guys :)" is so fucking admirable. if it was me i'd be out for BLOOD. and that's just ONE incident amongst too many to count - his aforementioned activism work is so important and so impressive. i often think about that time he said that he's had all this success and accomplished all these things but that that won't matter unless he can manage to enforce actual change within the sport and make sure more people are given the opportunity to achieve their dreams. he is so much bigger than the sport and does his best make a positive impact and i WISH more people could see how important he and his work is. ALSO the way these two interact/treat each other is an additional reason i love them, they have so much unabashed adoration and appreciation for each other and i LOVE to see it. nothing, and i mean NOTHING, gets me going more than the beautiful marriage friendship these two have. k i'm done now. thanks for coming to my ted talk, etc. also sorry anon you probably didn't want a 1000 word essay but here we are

[nerice]

Ok bc I‘m obsessed with them: Jumie and Reina

anon i am obsessed with YOU. kissing u on the mouth rn 💖💖💖💖

they're not ranked as high on the problematic ocs scale but we can have a bingo if we squint a little. note the notes under the cut

war crimes. for one, reina expressly refused to become a tool of war in nerice, but her inaction let to a lot of suffering. after the fall of her world, she n azra might have leveled a few villages in their clashes + reina def is guilty of friendly fire bc it was the other people's job to stay out of her way not for her to be careful. oops

very pretty. both of them OFC OFC. queens of all time <3333 reina leaning more traditional regal beauty and jumie rough around the edges yet drop-dead gorgeous warrior woman. :3c

unhealthy family dynamics. minor but. jumie/sky absolute codependency that jumie recognizes as a problem but does nothing about bc she clings to having a daughter again +++ even after sky, her general. slight obsession w/ daughters bc while nothing cld replace emi&ai, in jumie's mind she needs to have a daughter who will live or she will never move on. :(

angry at god. jumie at reina!!!!!!!!!! their beginning. the unfairness of war & reina who is responsible for it all tm

corruption arc. not canonical but there is a setting (dqau) which is covers this for both of them :D! reina who ends all war on nerice by becoming an absolute tyrant & jumie who is sent to assassinate her but joins her instead. qs deserves to be a little evil together, as a treat <3

self-centered but self-loathing. reinacoreeee :( tragic god who knows she doomed her own world & will never forgive herself or get over it, but it's also nobody's business & everyone in sei3 should be glad she is holding azra at bay for their her own sake only :) still absolute martyr-complex on main.

inability to connect emotionally. same boat, reina always sees herself as other, apart from mortals. they cannot understand her and she has given up on trying to understand them. takes jumie to rly break her out of that <3

sharp humor. if you piss jumie off she can get very mean, that's all. reina esp gets a lot of that from her early on & she deserves it tbh

philosophical dilemma. minor but again, the core problem on nerice was that reina refused to aid any of the warlords who desired her for her immortality & all she wanted was peace & could not come to a conclusion on how 2 achieve that thru war, which led to grand allround suffering, including her own. jumie has a similar problem on a smaller scale as she tries to come to terms w/ all the death and destruction that fighting azra incurs, including the casualty of her own family :(

trauma. you know it baby!!! they actually share the exact same core trauma which is losing their world (literally for reina/figuratively for jumie) n both of them coming to understand the other is what ultimately helps them move on, too & is why they are sooo good h. reina who thinks she shld have died with her world, jumie who thinks she should have died with her family. survivor's guilt all the way down. they both obsess over remnants of what they have left and are actively hostile whenever these painful topics are brought up. reina who never knew family but relates to jumie's hurt bc it looks so much like her own, jumie who antagonized & othered reina for years until it sinks in that reina cared for her world like jumie cared for her wife and daughters. they are the saaame your honor & they ruin me bc they heal one another. ;____________________;

god complex + power-hungry. combining these for a new angle that is. reina who is a God ofc but all that set her apart on nerice is slowly fading as she loses her immortality n while the loss of power is only rly a problem vs. azra, being able to feel pain and sustain injury is terrible for her. she only knows how to be a god, and she clings to every shred of power with desperation as it slips thru her hands :')

refined aesthetic. not that jumie doesn't have a vibe but she doesn't cultivate hers as actively as reina. beggar's goddess in simple gowns and bare feet but always baring the power mark on her stomach, impractical hair length that i refuse to elaborate on<3

willpower as weapon. jumie is stubborn as heck but the specific niche application here is dm where she powers thru excessive injury on pure will alone to inflict as much damage as possible on gray. showdown of all tiiimeeeee. she knows reina wasn't able to kill him but she believes she can push thru soulless immortality just bc she wants him dead so badly & i'm always tempted to just Let Her Have That :D

ruthless to the point of borderline sadism. CAVEATS HERE. jumie is ruthless but (shadows aside) it never borders on sadism. reina is never ruthless (outside of the mostly accidental friendly fire mentioned earlier, which she gets more careful of with time) but ABSOLUTELY key point of her flaying gray in lhnh is that she loses herself in the torture to the point where it stops being abt sky & he can absolutely tell & taunts her abt it, which haunts both her and me forever. hh

complicated relationship with the concept of death. aforementioned martyr-complex. even jumie can never fully break reina out of this :(( even as she becomes mortal and fears death and battling azra bc every time could be her last !! the need to atone never leaves her & she does get to sacrifice herself at the end of dream game and turns statue, the destined end for all true rulers. dead but it's ok there's a loophole i promise!!! :')))))))))!!!!!!

[bigboobyhalo]

NOT PONK!!!! IS HE OK? WHAT HAPPEND I WAS MAKING A CAKE AND CAME TO PONK MISSING A ARM?!?? WHAT???? SAAAM WHAT DID YOU TO PONK?? TO CLAMING P O N K !? NOOOOO O OO

sam tortured ponk to get back some (EXPIRED) keycards. like he lavaboarded him and poisoned him and then cut off his arm. in the end ponk gave the books back. he does NOT have an arm anymore

[thenighttrain]

Y’all gotta stop pointing this stuff out. I didn’t hear the WEEE at first, now the volume on 22 and someone pointed out the voice crack in I almost do AND IT’S MESSING UP THE SONGS FOR ME

ok DON'T tell me about the i almost do voice crack but SAAAME HELP LIKE I LITERALLY CAN'T UNHEAR THE WEEE NOW AND ITS RUINING IT 😭😭 can swifties stop being so observant. i should also keep quiet and pretend i hear all those subtle things when i don't, instead of relistening until i can hear them 🤡