#should. should i tag the ship for them. is that something i should do

[agustdsluv]

IN THE SPACE BETWEEN US - JJK

summary | they grew up side by side. they just didn’t know they were falling in love. years of silence, one moment of truth, and a love that was always there.

paring | jungkook x f! reader

genre/warnings | one shot! childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff with light angst, first love, they’re honestly just blind and idiots for each other, mutual pining, them just being cute, time skip, and again just them being dumb

word count | 8.7K

notes: honestly I debated whether or not I should post this. It’s the first time I’m publishing something of my own and I’ve written a lot of stuff over the years, but I’ve never posted anything like this before so I really hope you enjoy it. It took me a long time to have the courage to post this so I really hope you like it and let me know what you think. 

The summer Jungkook turned seven, a new family moved into the yellow house across the street.

Their daughter—shy, messy-haired, with oversized glasses—stood out like a cloud on a clear day. While the other kids played soccer on cracked pavement and scraped knees on jungle gyms, she spent the first week hiding behind her mother’s legs or sitting silently on the front porch with a spiral notebook.

On the second Monday of July, Jungkook found her crying behind the bush next to the schoolyard fence.

He blinked, unsure if he should run or offer a tissue. She noticed him watching and quickly wiped her face with the back of her hand, which left a dirt streak across her cheek.

“You lost?” he asked, walking closer with his backpack hanging off one shoulder.

She shook her head.

“Then why are you crying?”

She hugged her notebook tighter. “Some girl said I’m weird because I brought dried squid for lunch.”

Jungkook tilted his head. “That’s not weird. I eat squid all the time.”

She peered up at him, skeptical. “Really?”

He nodded confidently. “Wanna see something cooler?”

Before she could answer, he unzipped his backpack and pulled out a crumpled bag of spicy seaweed crackers.

“They taste gross,” he said proudly. “But I eat them anyway. Wanna try?”

She took one cautiously, eyes narrowing as she chewed. Then her lips twitched. “That’s disgusting.”

“I know.” He grinned. “Now you have to be my friend.”

And just like that, the thread was tied.

From that day on, they were inseparable.

They walked to school together every morning, side by side with their backpacks bouncing. During lunch, they’d trade doodles in their notebooks and dare each other to eat increasingly weird snack combos—banana and kimchi, yogurt with soy sauce, chocolate-covered seaweed.

“Someday we’ll open a snack shop,” she declared one day, her mouth full of strawberry pocky. “But only sell cursed food.”

Jungkook nodded seriously. “And we’ll call it… ‘Don’t Eat This.’”

When they weren’t in class, they were on the playground or at each other’s houses, building blanket forts and pretending the couch was a ship lost at sea. Jungkook’s mom started keeping extra slippers by the door just for her. Her dad started calling Jungkook “our honorary son.”

By third grade, everyone in the neighborhood knew their names as one: Jungkook-and-YN.

The first time yn got jealous, she didn’t know what it was.

It was a warm spring afternoon. They were playing tag with a group of neighborhood kids when Minji, a girl from the next block, ran up and tugged on his sleeve.

“Jungkook-ah,” she said sweetly. “Do you want to play with me instead?”

He glanced over at her—his her—standing a few feet away, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She didn’t say anything.

He turned back to Minji. “No thanks. I already have a partner.”

Minji pouted, but Jungkook ran off before she could protest.

When he got to her side, he nudged her shoulder. “Hey. Why’d you look sad?”

She didn’t meet his eyes. “You can play with other people, you know.”

He frowned. “But I don’t want to.”

“You don’t?”

He blinked. “Why would I? You’re my best friend.”

She looked at him then, a quiet smile playing on her lips. “You’re mine too.”

The bracelet came that summer.

They were sitting under the big plum tree in her backyard, stringing beads together with clumsy fingers and bug bites on their arms.

“This one’s yours,” he said, holding up the blue and green bracelet he made.

She gave him a red and yellow one in return, which didn’t match at all, but he tied it on proudly.

“Now we match,” he said. “Even if you move away someday or go to a different school—this means we’ll still be best friends.”

She touched the beads carefully. “Okay. But you have to promise.”

“I promise.”

He didn’t know then how heavy a promise could be.

But he meant it anyway.

Middle school arrived with an awkwardness she couldn’t quite name.

Hair got weirder. Voices cracked. Kids started dividing into cliques and couples, drifting apart like puzzle pieces that no longer fit. She felt it everywhere—in the way people whispered about crushes, or asked who liked who, like it was the most important question in the world.

But not with Jungkook.

He was still her constant. The one unchanging thread in all the chaos.

Only… even constants begin to shift.

They didn’t play tag anymore. The friendship bracelets they made under the plum tree were too small for their wrists now, tucked away in drawers or lost to time. Instead, they sat side-by-side at lunch, shared earbuds on the bus, and texted late at night about songs and stupid jokes and everything in between.

It was still them.

Mostly.

Until it wasn’t.

He joined choir in seventh grade.

She hadn’t thought much of it at first—until she heard him sing.

It was rehearsal for the spring showcase. She was backstage, helping a teacher organize props, when his voice filtered through the noise. She didn’t realize it was him at first. The sound was too soft, too rich, too careful. But then she peeked around the curtain and saw him standing on the risers—hands in the sleeves of his hoodie, eyes slightly down, completely unaware of how easily he was stealing the breath out of her lungs.

Something in her shifted.

And that was when she knew.

She didn’t just like Jungkook.

She was in love with him.

She didn’t say anything, of course.

How could she?

They’d been friends since they were seven. He’d seen her with grape jelly on her face and crooked teeth. He knew every version of her—sleepy, grumpy, awkward, annoying. Telling him would be like stepping off a cliff with no rope.

So instead, she wrote.

Her journal became her safe place—pages full of things she couldn’t say out loud. Things she wished he knew. Things she wasn’t brave enough to tell him.

March 15

He walked me home again today. I counted 23 sidewalk tiles between our houses. I wanted to ask if he liked anyone. I didn’t.

April 2

His hoodie smelled like citrus gum and laundry detergent. I wore it the whole night. He said I could keep it. I didn’t give it back.

April 28

He smiled at Minji today. I hated that I noticed. I hated that it hurt.

By eighth grade, the space between them was harder to ignore.

They still talked, still laughed, still existed in that same shared rhythm. But something was different. He texted less in the evenings. He looked away faster when she caught him staring. He laughed more with other girls.

And she started wondering if maybe she was the only one holding onto whatever they used to be.

The worst part was how natural it all looked—him fitting into those groups, those jokes, those conversations with other people. With other girls.

She tried not to let it bother her. But the ache in her chest said otherwise.

One night, walking home from a study group, she almost said it.

The air was thick with the smell of rain. The sidewalks shimmered under the streetlights, and the sky still held the blush of a fading sunset.

Jungkook bumped his shoulder into hers as they walked. “You’ve been quiet all day,” he said. “Lost in thought?”

She glanced at him, then down at their feet. “Yeah. Something like that.”

He looked at her—really looked—and for a moment, everything stilled.

“I was thinking…” she began, voice small. “Do you ever—”

Her phone buzzed. Loud. Jarring.

It was her mom. A reminder about dinner.

When she looked up again, the moment had already passed. Jungkook had slipped his hands into his pockets, the weight of whatever had just almost happened falling away like sand between fingers.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” he said.

She nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

But that night, as she stared up at her ceiling, the words haunted her.

Do you ever think about us as more than friends?

The school festival came that fall.

By then, they were in high school—and Jungkook had become someone everyone noticed. Not in an obnoxious way. He was just there—always laughing, always moving, always shining in a way that drew people in.

She stayed where she always had: close, but never quite center.

Not the kind of girl he’d fall for. Not the kind of girl people whispered about in the hallways.

But she couldn’t help it—she loved him anyway.

The night of the festival, he was set to perform solo for the first time. She found a spot near the back of the crowd, standing under a tangle of fairy lights strung across the courtyard.

He stepped up on stage in jeans, sneakers, and his worn denim jacket. No drama. No spotlight.

Just Jungkook.

He adjusted the mic, cleared his throat, then looked out at the crowd. “Uh… this one’s a cover,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “It kind of reminds me of someone I’ve known a long time.”

And then he started to sing.

It wasn’t perfect. His voice cracked once. He messed up a chord.

But it didn’t matter.

Because every word felt like it had weight. Like it had a name.

Her name.

And as she stood in the dark, listening, something inside her broke and healed all at once.

She couldn’t pretend anymore.

Not when everything in her heart screamed for more than friendship.

Not when it was him.

Jungkook’s apartment still smelled like vanilla and something faintly citrus—probably his detergent. The scent had clung to her clothes a hundred times, but now it felt different. Louder. Warmer. Like it wrapped around her the moment she stepped through the door.

It was a Saturday night. Late spring. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly two weeks.

College, work, and life had gotten in the way—at least, that’s what they told each other.

But she knew the real reason.

Things had been… off.

Ever since winter break, when he nearly said something and she nearly answered. When their hands lingered too long on the armrest during a movie, and their goodbyes started to feel like maybe’s instead of see-you-soon’s.

Still, she came over because they’d promised they wouldn’t drift.

And because she missed him so much it made her chest ache.

“Hey,” he said when he opened the door, one hand still drying his hair with a towel. “You’re early.”

“I walked fast,” she said, trying to sound casual.

He grinned. “What, to avoid the cold or to see me faster?”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away.

He looked good. Stupidly good. A soft black t-shirt, sweatpants, and damp hair pushed off his forehead. There was something too intimate about the domesticity of it all. The fact that he let her in without a second thought. The way his presence always settled the noise in her mind.

The air buzzed with unspoken things.

They made dinner together like they always used to—ramyeon with extra egg, dumplings, and one of those pre-made strawberry milk cartons they both secretly loved.

Music played from his Bluetooth speaker, low and steady. Her favorite playlist, the one he made for her birthday last year. The same one she still listened to when she couldn’t sleep.

It all felt so normal.

Except it wasn’t.

Not really.

Not with the way her heart twisted every time their hands brushed. Not with the way he kept stealing glances at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice.

Something was coming. She felt it in her bones.

And it terrified her.

After dinner, they collapsed on the couch in a comfortable silence.

She tucked her feet under her and hugged a pillow to her chest. Jungkook grabbed a blanket and threw it over both of them without asking.

Her heart leapt at the gesture. He didn’t even hesitate.

The movie playing on his screen was just noise. She wasn’t watching it. Not really. She could barely focus with how close he was—shoulder pressed to hers, knee resting just beside her thigh.

Every part of her was screaming.

Say something. Do something. Touch him.

But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t be the first to break.

Jungkook shifted beside her and let out a breath. “You ever think about how long we’ve known each other?”

She turned slightly, eyes on him. “Yeah. All the time.”

“Feels like… my whole life has you in it.”

Something fluttered in her stomach. She forced a small laugh. “That’s dramatic.”

He didn’t smile. He looked at her, really looked, his voice quiet. “I’m serious.”

Her fingers tightened around the pillow. “Why are you bringing this up?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Just… sometimes I wonder if you remember stuff the way I do. Like the plum tree. Or that dumb squid snack.”

“I remember everything,” she said before she could stop herself. “All of it.”

A pause.

“I never forgot either,” he said.

She looked at him—and her whole body tensed when she realized how close his face was to hers.

His eyes dropped to her lips for a second.

Just one second.

She stopped breathing.

“You know,” he whispered, “sometimes I think I should’ve said something a long time ago.”

“About what?”

He swallowed. His hand moved without thinking, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered against her cheek.

“About this,” he said.

And then—he kissed her.

It wasn’t planned.

It wasn’t slow, or dramatic, or choreographed like the ones in movies.

It was quiet. A breath between heartbeats.

Soft and sudden, like instinct taking over.

His lips were warm, familiar, and yet completely new. His hand cupped her cheek as if afraid she might pull away.

But she didn’t.

She kissed him back—shaky at first, then sure. Her hands found the fabric of his t-shirt, fisting it like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

It felt like exhaling after holding in a breath for years.

When they finally pulled apart, she kept her forehead resting against his, eyes still closed.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “What… was that?”

He laughed under his breath, soft and breathless. “A really long time coming.”

She opened her eyes, and his were already on her.

“I didn’t want to ruin us,” he admitted. “But I couldn’t pretend anymore. Not after everything.”

“Me neither,” she said.

And just like that—the space between them was gone.

Neither of them moved at first.

The kiss had ended, but the moment hadn’t.

They sat there on Jungkook’s couch, the silence thick but not uncomfortable. His hand was still gently cradling her cheek. Her fingers remained twisted in the hem of his t-shirt, as if letting go might break whatever spell had just wrapped around them.

The TV buzzed in the background, completely forgotten.

Her heart was racing in that dizzy, quiet way that always came after something irreversible.

Eventually, Jungkook spoke. His voice was soft, and a little unsure.

“…Was that okay?”

She let out a breath. “It was more than okay.”

He pulled back just slightly so he could see her face, his hand falling to rest between them. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”

“I’m glad it did.”

He gave a shaky smile. “Me too.”

For a few minutes, neither of them said anything. The world outside the window was still, lit by the orange haze of distant streetlights. Somewhere down the hall, his neighbor’s dog barked once and went silent again.

Then, slowly, she turned to him.

“Can I ask something?”

“Anything.”

“How long?” she whispered. “How long have you felt… this?”

Jungkook looked down at his lap. When he spoke, his voice had that quiet weight it always did when he was being completely honest.

“I think it started in middle school. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that I always wanted you around. That everything felt better with you in it. And then you wore my hoodie home one night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how it looked on you.”

Her cheeks burned, but her heart swelled.

He continued, “In high school, I thought about telling you every time we said goodbye. But I kept thinking—what if she doesn’t feel the same? What if I ruin everything?”

She looked at him carefully. “I thought the same thing.”

His gaze snapped back to hers.

She smiled, soft and a little sad. “Jungkook… I’ve loved you for so long. I just never thought you’d look at me that way.”

“Are you serious?”

“I kept a journal,” she admitted, cheeks warm. “It’s filled with entries about you. About how I felt. About how scared I was to lose what we had.”

He stared at her, stunned. “You’re telling me we could’ve had this years ago?”

“Maybe,” she laughed, “but… I think I like that it happened now.”

He tilted his head. “Why?”

“Because we’re not kids anymore. And we know who we are now. I think if we had rushed it, maybe we wouldn’t have lasted.”

Jungkook paused. Then, quietly: “I want to last.”

She reached for his hand, threading her fingers through his.

“Me too.”

They stayed like that for a long time—just sitting, holding hands, letting the stillness wrap around them like a blanket. The air between them had shifted, but it wasn’t strange. It felt natural. Like breathing in after a long-held breath.

Eventually, he turned toward her, smiling a little.

“You wanna stay over?”

She raised a brow. “Smooth.”

“I mean, you always stay late. But… if you want. You can have the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

She hesitated. Not because she was unsure, but because she knew this was a line they were crossing—together, willingly.

“Can we just… fall asleep here?” she asked, resting her head against his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, we can.”

Later that night, as they lay side by side under the same blanket, limbs barely touching, her eyes drifted shut with the sound of his breathing next to her.

It wasn’t grand or dramatic or fireworks-in-the-sky kind of love.

It was better.

It was quiet and steady. A love that grew in the small spaces—between laughter and silence, between shoulder bumps and shy glances. A love that waited. A love that stayed.

She smiled into the dark, the weight in her chest finally lifted.

The space between them had collapsed.

And in its place was something real.

Something that had always been there.

© 2025 agustdsluv

[bloominglilackal]

To free the spirit from the confines.

Fandom: Deltarune

Characters: Kris dreemurr [Deltarune], Red Soul [Deltarune], Susie [Deltarune]

Relationships: No romantic relationships, Kris & Susie [Deltarune]

Tags: Kris and the Red Soul are not the same person [Deltarune], Dialogue-Only, It/its Pronouns for the Red Soul [Deltarune], They/Them Pronouns for Kris [Deltarune]

Words: 269

Originally published on squidgeworld.org on 7 July, 2025.

Summery: Kris gets to eat their pancakes (At the insistence of the Soul).

Soul: We must eat something.

. [The dinning table… an untouched plate of pancakes sit on it.]

Soul: We must eats something,

. [There is no time, Susie will be back soon.]

Soul: We must eat, we must.

. [There is no time, Susie will-}

Soul: You will not be a sinking ship that takes the captain down with them, If I must be the captain then I will be the captain that saves them, even at risk of drowning itself. You are the ship that should be captain of themself but is trapped, delegated to be only their wooden haul and fabric sails, unmovable, and at the mercy of forces outside of them. I hear your heart beats beneath the floorboards and I will not let you say there, torn away from your freedom.

. [There is no time, Su-} Soul: If I was the one to put you there I am sorry; I will drag you out of the confines that keep you and make you your own captain again, to sure you can be in control of your self again; and if not I will help you anyways, only as you let me as I am still an unwelcome guest, but we cannot find that day if we do not try to reach it. Soul: For progress we must not fall short, must not let needs fall by the wayside.

. […] . [You find the time to eat the pancakes.]

Susie: Sweet pancakes am I right, Kris? Susie: Here, since your eating yours I’m sure your mom won’t mind if I finish mine with you.

. [You and Susie eat your pancakes, together.]

[laurellala-comics]

A Shakespearean comedy of errors

bonus:

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

I was gonna wait and post these till I had more doodles but I’ll just post them now it’s fine. I’ll just explain stuff in the tags as per usual

Some Raz poses and some Dion and Adam stuff

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(Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you)

[cozylittleartblog]

9th annual nick valentines day (ft. soup again) + doodle i made last year that i forgot about, from when bethesda gave us that free update

[s2pdoktopus]

Hehe

[yunyin]

Zag is making a Hawkyura statue

the way my mouth dropped open

I don't think they've made something that has surprised me this much in a while!

[revvethasmythh]

tbh, one of the things I can't wait to be over with this campaign is the idea that any real person's engagement with feminism is somehow tethered to whether or not/how much they like imogen and laudna (and additionally, having the concept of lesbophobia attached to whether you enjoy the ship between them). i feel like every single time there's been a word of criticism about their behavior or development, it's immediately been met with a cry (in certain circles) that anyone being critical isn't feminist and doesn't support sapphic relationships, which has been a WILD experience on my end as a stan blog for a female character who has notable sapphic ships. but none of that has mattered in the wake of these two SPECIFIC characters. like they're the linchpins of feminism and all sapphics around the world, and to dislike or even just be mildly critical of them proves you have disavowed your rights to be a feminist. or queer yourself. if i am eager for ANYTHING to be over, it is that

[drawcupidsbow]

can we collectively agree on a ship name for sif isa and loop. sloopis. isiloop. sifzaloop. Which one is it guys

[artarete]

trying to figure out relationships between the bishops and disciples (and the lamb) lmao. teeny tiny text under the cut, clockwise starting from Narinder

Narinder -> chained (hate) -> Kallamar Kallamar -> misses (like) -> Narinder

Narinder -> chained (hate) -> Shamura Shamura -> loves all their sibs (love) -> Narinder

Narinder <- creepy (neutral) -> Sozo

Narinder <- completely devoted but will never, ever admit it (lie) (love) -> Lambert

Narinder -> normal (like) -> Mabel Mabel -> politely avoids (neutral) -> Narinder

Narinder <- don't know how to interact in new context (neutral) -> Anja

Kallamar -> scared (like) -> Shamura Shamura -> loves all their sibs (love) -> Kallamar

Kallamar -> smart (like) -> Sozo Sozo -> unnerved (neutral) -> Kallamar

Kallamar -> wary (neutral) -> Lambert Lambert -> killed me but pathetic (neutral) -> Kallamar

Kallamar -> listens to infodumps (like) -> Anja Anja -> pathetic wet lump of a man (like) -> Kallamar

Kallamar <- annoying brother (like) -> Leshy

Shamura <- good chat (like) -> Sozo

Shamura <- killed me (hate) -> Lambert

Shamura -> doesn't know she exists (neutral) -> Mabel Mabel -> loyal to Anja (hate) -> Shamura

Shamura -> on sight (hate) -> Anja Anja -> wants knowledge (neutral) -> Shamura

Sozo -> coworker (neutral) -> Mabel Mabel -> kinda weird (neutral) -> Sozo

Sozo <- good chat (like) -> Anja

Sozo <- beefing over mushrooms (hate) -> Heket

(the text next to Gretygre says "he has friends, I swear")

Gretygre -> adores (love) -> Lambert Lambert -> not making that mistake again (neutral) -> Gretygre

Gretygre -> cute (like) -> Mabel Mabel -> he's fine (neutral) -> Gretygre

Gretygre <- coworkers (neutral) -> Anja

Lambert <- killed me (hate) -> Leshy

Lambert <- killed me (hate) -> Heket

Mabel <- BFFs (literally) (like) -> Anja

Mabel <- forced proximity due to Anja (neutral) -> Leshy

Mabel -> responsibility (neutral) -> Heket Heket -> just needs to grow a spine (like) -> Mabel

Anja -> needed a shake-up (like) -> Leshy Leshy -> gleefully corrupting influence (love) -> Anja

Anja <- tolerating for Leshy's sake (hate) -> Heket

I think that's everyone!

[hamofjustice]

nemona feels like an obscure blorbo instead of the main rival character from the latest pokemon game because to get to her really good content from people who really get it, you first have to wade through the ocean of yandere pervert obsessive stalker annoying punchable bimbo amazon goddess interpretations of...

... a neurodivergent and possibly disabled high schooler who's desperately trying to make any friends or get any support from her rich neglectful family - while everyone in her school is jealous of their own imagined version of a privileged asshole version of her they made up - who deeply and platonically loves and supports the one new kid who agreed to take the time to get to know and respect her and her special interest without having to hold back her true self

unlike her, it's not great!

kinda feels like she has the same problem in our world that she does in hers.

[nieisan]

I hate malleidia or mallide or malleide whatever as a ship name for Malleus and Idia we should call them something better because everyone is using a different ship name and honestly at this point I'm just going to use emogis it is faster honestly

[seaquestions]

blake lets him keep it. this is a dire lapse in judgement on his part but they're just gonna have to live with it. (ids in alts)

[internetgiraffekid1673]

CrossRoads Wendy Darling/Dorothy Gale

Happy pride month! Have my sapphics from my crossover that I am still working on despite all evidence to the contrary! Some Wendy (Peter Pan) and Dorothy (Wizard of Oz) for ya!

These are my updated teen designs for them. Dorothy's the big redhead, Wendy's the one in green.

[not-kamenx]

Beyblade X Episode 39: The Greatest Blader

This episode was ONE heck of a ride that’s what I’m going to say (pretending like I’m not shaking in my boots right now)

Okay so you guys know when the episode starts, Robin says the title out loud, right? When he said it, it sounded lower and more… I can’t quite pin the feeling but, it was like a suspenseful sort of tone, if you get what I mean. I might be reading too much into this but I really liked how it made me just cling to the edge of my seat just ITCHING and waiting to see the battle

ALWAYS ALWAYS love to see family interactions and especially Bladers when they were tiny, LOOK AT BABY TITUS HE’S ADORABLE!!! I love that his launch form here implies he’s been keeping it until the present (because it’s the same in the present), he looks like a lion cub trying to be intimidating but not quite enough

And the way Quinn doesn’t hold back in her battles even if it’s against her own grandson, she’s making sure to teach him everything there is which is GAHHH it’s nice to see

Then…

I LOVED HOW THEY DID THIS. 100% SO CLEVER THIS IS AMAZING. X can mean a LOT of things, and here, it’s the variable in Quinn’s equation. She thought she would know the outcome, but it turns out X can be a lot of numbers… and in this case, numerous results and numerous X-treme Dashes. X can be ANYTHING. Jaxon is pretty much unpredictable and he doesn’t fit in Quinn’s equation because he’s X.

And when she started to realize Jaxon isn’t anything or anyone she’s seen before—

He just outright says “Tell me this Miss Quinn. Of the 9 that won against you… were any of them like me?” IN A SHAKY VOICE, BUT WITH THE WAY THE LINE IS SAID, YOU CAN TELL HE’S SMILING AND LO AND BEHOLD WE HAVE ANOTHER UNHINGED JAXON EXPRESSION!!! I kind of wish we had another unhinged laugh accompanying this, but I think the face was already too much 😭 JAXON WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THAT I DROPPED MY PHONE WATCHING THIS EPISODE SEEING THIS

anyways Jaxon did win in the end with an X-treme Finish with ONE hell of a hit that freaked me out, I wish we had a more drawn out battle but I guess Jaxon was so hyped about battling her he forgot to tone it down (I do think he tries to battle people at the level he thinks they’d perform at sometimes so it’s fun for him. He still confuses me quite a bit…)

Special shout-out to Multi who hugged Robin on screen they’re adorable, I LOVE WHEN TEAM PERSONA CELEBRATES CUZ THEY ALWAYS HUG AND STUFF but seeing this made me smile wide. (In the volumes of the manga I’ve read so far, Multi isn’t as affectionate to Robin as she is with Jaxon instead. Studio took some creative freedom and I’m glad their dynamic is like this in the anime)

PACKUN WAS SO SALTY AT THEIR DEFEAT BUT QUINN GAVE HIM A TALKING TO AND I JUST CAN’T UNDERSTAND HOW HIS BRAIN WORKS, HE HATES THE MERE SIGHT OF ROBIN SMILING 😭 YOU CRUSHED HIM WASN’T THAT ENOUGH??? YOU MOCKED HIM AND INSULTED HIM AND NOW YOU’RE MAD SEEING HIM CELEBRATE WINNING WITH HIS TEAM? Packun is just. Man.

But before that, Quinn talked about how each of the Bladers she lost to were the same as Jaxon, “enjoying Blading openly and earnestly, giving everything they had. Though there was one exception.” And I am positive that this silhouette is Chrome there is no way it isn’t him. But what I’m REALLY picking at is how Quinn is talking about how the Bladers were the same as Jaxon. Except Chrome. Each Blader enjoyed Blading openly and earnestly. Except Chrome. I think that Chrome and the “X” in his heart— I think this is implying that Chrome wants to be like Jaxon. He wants to be the same as him. But someone like Quinn points out that Chrome won’t be and isn’t the same as Jaxon. He won’t be able to truly be like the “X” he’s chasing to be. I’m still confused about Chrome’s motives, but I’m thinking he wants Jaxon to come back and stay in Pendragon. Well now that I look at it, Sigrid was told by Chrome to leave Jaxon alone so I’m not so sure about that— he does seem focused on getting strong though, that’s for sure.

We saw Pendragon getting interviewed and I started laughing nervously because:

Chrome seems to have no interest in Team Persona being the next possible team to battle him and Sigrid. In the earlier episodes he was smiling and saying he was going to battle Jaxon for certain, but now he seems disinterested. I don’t think it’s a facade either, we saw him slipping with that during his match with the bot on live TV

Sigrid looks so annoyed by this. I DON’T KNOW WHY SHE IS BUT IT MADE ME LAUGH BECAUSE SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE JUST WANTS TO GO BACK TO HER ROOM AND RELAX BUT ALL THE REPORTERS ARE BLOCKING HER WAY OUT

anddddd

yes Blader Y is getting his own post I have much to say about him.

[koppaiterocker]

THIS is the most delirious thing that's specific to me only. Parb save me

Cmon. Heart when talking about Barb. Heart pulled apart/broken/etc when switching to Branch. This is my copium this is my insanity. In my echo chamber