#that'll be fun HAHAHAHA

[tonbanereblogs]

Tag Game: 10 fandoms, 10 characters

Tagged by dear friend @bloobluebloo (I should be doing this from @tonbane account but I've been too talkative there 🙊) I don't consume a lot of media so this is a challenge for me

1. Just like Bloo, Ganondorf from Legend of Zelda. I love him so so much there's so much made up lore in my brain 🧠

2. Marcille from Dungeon Meshi. I love stressed lesbian 🤝

3. Crowley from Good Omens. I love stressed nonbinary lesbian 🤝

4. To all my Sims 2 besties: Pascal Curious from Strangetown. He's literally my blorbo I love to play as him

5. I'm running out of shows. I really like our goddess Cybele from real life. She originated in Anatolia in the Neolithic and I love that there's traces of her throughout the southern Mediterranean travelling west until it reached iberians and she became the patron goddess of Madrid :3

6. I ran out of recent blorbos. I too watched Shin Chan when I was little, does that count? But I related more to Misae the mom because once again, the levels of stress HDHDJSH (there's something wrong with me)

7. I also watched Doraemon but Nobita was so cringe for me when I was little, I felt so much embarrassment at his mistakes lmao. Also both shin Chan and Doraemon are translated to almost all languages in Spain, my sis could watch it in her native language, isn't that neat? :3

8. AH!!! Yennefer from The Witcher!!! I literally wrote a 10 page essay about her at university lmaooo. So yeah I love the symbolisms and how she's always had fortitude and resolve and potential power but was not respected for her looks (and blood) so she changes to a conventionally beautiful body and NOW people feel afraid? She's always been that insanely powerful (and insane <3)

9. I'm literally going through my gallery to remember what shows I like. I love WWDITS (film and show) how could I forget. From the show, I love Nadja because she's like an exaggerated version of my beloved sister. I know it doesn't sound like a compliment but it is HAHAHA she's so alive!!

10. I had to rack my brains for this. Miku has been one of my longest blorbos since highschool. One of my fan videos has 63k views in YouTube but you'll never find it 😈 (jk it's extremely easy to find)

PHEW!!! That was fun!

I tag my recent boopers 🐾 if they're up for it! @panna-acida @avenin @gay-moth-nerd @mailjeevas66 @ganonfan1995 WEEEEEE!!!

[b-blushes]

monday quest is to order the couple of supplies i need for a project. this is challenging to me because it combines 2 things that melt my brain: 'online shopping' and 'deciding between similar but subtly different things'. HOWEVER i can do it!!! and it will be fun to make things when they arrive >:) side quest make a different dinner, i have got some fresh fish to try and i have never cooked with it before due to we always bought it frozen. worst thing that can happen is it doesn't agree with my health stuff and i do not cook it again 👍 i'm making it so basic style for this reason. i feel like it could be delicious!

[sheeshiki]

[blueberrymuffin674]

What did the Exit say to the Ringmaster

"Hahahaha... don't you believe me!?" Kaufmo stood on the edge of the stage, trying to get the others to believe him about that exit door. "I- I swear I saw one!

Ragatha looked at him with pity. "Kaufmo there is no exit. You can't leave this place. This has to stop." Kaufmo denied.

"No I saw it! And maybe you should do something instead of denying your escape!" Kaufmo felt as if he couldn't breathe. He felt all eyes staring, judging, waiting for him to do something. Something.

DO SOMETHING

Kaufmo ran back to his room and shut the door. Barricading it to make sure Jax doesn't break in using a key. Only god, or Caine in this case knows how he gets them. Speaking of Caine.

"HELLO KAUFMO!" Caine greeted, or screamed, in Kaufmo's face while hanging upside down for some weird reason.

"hey Caine."

Caine tilted his teeth. "Why so down buddy?" Caine lowered his volume, something he rarely does around everyone else.

"I want to find an exit Caine."

Caine paused, "we will, I'm sure."

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"Hello welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus!" "Looks like we have a new NPC." "Jax don't be rude" "Be quiet stringface I can't hear the newbie going insane." "Not quite an NPC I guess."

Kaufmo found himself overstimulated from all the attention. "How do I take this headset off!? Why am I a clown!?"

"There is no exit and you really can't take the headset off." A chess piece walked up to him, followed by another chess piece. "My name is Kinger, this is my wife, Queenie."

"NO no this isn't real. You are not real!" Kaufmo ran in the opposite direction. That's how his first day went. Everyone expected him to give up on the exit, as they all did.

But he wasn't like the others. He didn't stop. He made a weird alliance with Caine because of it. Kaufmo was the only one who didn't give up, the only one Caine tried to help find that exit, his friend.

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"Caine I made a poster with clues to find a way out."

"Oooh! That'll be fun to use!" Caine fiddled with his hands. It was something he did a lot. He spun around the room.

Kaufmo groaned. "Caine stop fooling around and come help me!"

"Whatever you say friend!" And Caine meant it. After all, he can't lose his only friends. Again.

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"I have an idea Caine! We should do a challenge!"

"What do you have in mind my friend?"

"A contest to see who can do the best joke! Whoever lasts the longest wins!" Kaufmo snickered, knowing he would win. After all, everyone loved his jokes! Ragatha always laughed at them.

"Sure, it's on!" Caine smiled as well as he could for a pair of dentures.

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Kaufmo was laying on his bed in a fetal position. Caine left a few hours ago to stop Jax from terrorizing Ragatha and Gangle. Fools. Kaufmo started at he ceiling. The bright color hurt his eyes. Instead of going insane in here he decided to go take a walk. Maybe tell some jokes to put everyone in a good mood. At least Ragatha liked them.

Kaufmo walked down the hall muttering some jokes to himself, after all, a clown is supposed to make himself a fool. He stopped when he saw Gangle. Gangle was hunched down holding a ripped piece of paper with a few doodles of a character that Kaufmo did not recognize. When she spotted him she picked up her pace to stand in front of him.

"Hey Kaufmo, I was making a picture but then Jax found me then he told me it was bad then he tripped me and made he rip it." Gangle started rambling and sniffed, "Then I found you so I wanted to give you this." She holds out a red crayon. "It's my favorite crayon. I like the color red."

Ah so Caine failed in "stopping Jax from antagonizing Ragatha and Gangle". Figured, I mean what can that AI do right. Kaufmo stopped his train of thought when Gangle awkwardly cleared her throat, that she doesn't have.

"Oh uh thank you I guess" Kaufmo went still for a second before continuing, "hey do you wanna hear a joke."

Gangle squeaked. Kaufmo's jokes weren't really known in the circus for being the best. And with how he's been doing lately with that "exit" talk, this one was probably not going to be good either.

"O- okay." Her voice getting quieter as Kaufmo's maniacal expressing grew.

"What did the exit say to the clown?" Kaufmo's smile quivered when Gangle gulped, "No way out! Funny right?"

Gangle shook her head. "U- uhh. Can you do a nicer joke."

Kaufmo's face went cold. "Let me say it again, WHAT DID THE EXIT SAY TO THE CLOWN? NO WAY OUT! ISN'T THAT SO FUNNY!?"

Gangle started bawling and ran to her room. Kaufmo started in the direction she went. He walked the hallways some more  while pondering over why she hadn't laughed. It was funny right? RIGHT? He is a clown, he is supposed to joke around, make people laugh, ITS HIS ONLY KNOWN PURPOSE. I have no right to be sad about this. It's her fault she has no sense of humor. SHE IS TO BLAME. I have the right to be angry. He stops running and slows to a walking pace as be workers what he thought about Caine earlier. He has helped Kaufmo, but he's just an AI right. He's supposed to want to help. He doesn't care. Kaufmo snaps out of his thoughts when he sees Ragatha. She always laughs at his jokes! She will understand right!? A glimmer of hope burns in Kaufmo's chest. He can't tell if it hurts or not.

"He Ragatha, you saw that exit door too right, you believe me right...? Aren't my jokes funny?"

Oh Kaufmo- uh good one! That one was really funny! Ragatha fake laughs, not having listened to it at all, thinking it was another bad joke. "You should go tell it to the others!"

"That wasn't a joke." Kaufmo goes limp. "You were faking all this time..."

Ragatha exaggerates her smile, knowing she's been caught. "I- I um."

"What did the exit say to the clown? No way out. FUNNY RIGHT!" Kaufmo's eyes tear up as Ragatha doesn't laugh and looks away awkwardly. He runs back to his room. The glimmer flickers out, it's empty, too empty.

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Kaufmo stares at the ceiling once more. He thinks about going to sleep when Caine bursts in with his godd*mn confetti. What does he want. That AI thing is only here to follow his f*king programming.

"Hey there buddy! Ragatha told me you looked a bit unwell so I came to check up on you!" 

Kaufmo glared. "I am not you buddy."

"Sorry I couldn't hear you!" Caine leaned in closer.

"I AM NOT YOUR BUDDY YOU IDIOT! YOU F*CKING IDIOT I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND!" Kaufmo gets up and walks closer to Caine.

Caine backed away, sinking a bit. "I- just-. I thought we were..."

NO YOU ARE JUST A STUPID AI! WHY WOULD I WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH A THING LIKE YOU?! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME! I DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK IN THIS DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY DIGITAL HELL! I WANT AN EXIT! I WANT A PURPOSE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW MY OWN NAME. And you...

Caine struggled to stay in the air. It was alarming to hear Kaufmo say something so, eerily calm after blowing up like that.

YOU are an AI. I DON'T WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU! IT'S PRETTY DUMB TO THINK THAT ANYONE WOULD WANT TOO! YOU. ARE. NOT. HUMAN. YOU ARE A FAILURE. A FREAK. I DON'T WANT YOU TO EVER THINK THAT YOU ARE ANYTHING ELSE. YOU ONLY EXITS TO MAKE ADVENTURES AND KEEP US SANE, AND YOU DO A SH*T JOB. YOU ARE USELESS. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME C. A. I. N. E. Useless sh*t. Hey why don't you listen to my last joke. Bet you won't make one better than this. What did the exit say to the clown? No way out. But there is one for you GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.

Kaufmo didn't even realize he broke through the filter for a split second. What he did notice though are the tears spilling from Caine's eyes. And the way they looked like scribbles instead of his normal eyes.

"I- Caine I'm so-"

Caine proofed away. But this time, with no confetti or fanfare.

Kaufmo started at the stop where he once stood with his arms up in a protective manner. Oh god he was cowering wasn't he! Kaufmo felt like a monster. He hurt his only friends feelings. Caine was always one to take things a little literally. Oh sh*t Kaufmo told him to think that eh was something other than a- failure, freak, ai. Knowing Caine he probably will. Because Kaufmo was his only friends, the only human who bared with him. Now shoved him away. Kaufmo started at the crayon Gangle gave him, the paint Jax pranked him with once. All he could see was red. He took a last look at the walls of his room.

He was on edge. The edge of his sanity. His walls are covered in red, but that's not what broke him. It was the picture he drew of Caine and him. He made Caine look like a monster, when he was the opposite. It was sickening. He started to laugh. It started out pitiful but rose to something words cannot describe. He felt excruciating pain. He looked down to see himself abstracting. At least he could be the monster that he already was? Knowing that he could never apologize, that the last thing he had with his close friends, one that's always been there for him, now thought he hated him? Fitting.

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Caine trembles as Kaufmo screamed. He didn't know why. I mean Kaufmo was his friend right? He wouldn't say something unless it was true. FAILURE. Caine, teleported to a little corner under the circus map. It was decorated with string lights, a beanbag, and a desk with a spinney chair. This is where Caine goes when the circus cast are on an adventure! The adventures, that he's not good at... USELESS. No one ever looked happy when they came back. Caine talked to himself in a trembling voice.

"I don't deserve to be a ringmaster, why do I even exist?"

He worked so hard to keep the others from abstracting. But he failed. When he and Kaufmo became friends he finally thought he had someone- someone who cared, who would stay his friend, say him as more than just an ai. But I guess that was a lie. He only wanted him for an escape. To leave him all alone. He can't blame him, who would want to be friends with a FREAK. 

He thought back to what Kaufmo's challenge. "Here's a joke for you Kaufmo..." Caine took a Shakey breathe in,

"What did the exit say to the Ringmaster? You'll lose everyone to me soon! Funny right?" Caine wiped some of his tears but they kept falling, eventually he gave up.

"I guess this means I win the challenge?"

A hollow victory. This was not what Caine thought was going to happen when he accepted Kaufmo's challenge. He sat there feeling numb while also ripping out every emotion he had through his tears.

The next digital day a newbie arrived and had a pretty awful first day. She picked, or got the name Pomni. That mean "Remember" doesn't it?

Ironic she can't remember a thing. Probably less than the other members had when they first arrived. When he found out Kaufmo abstracted Caine felt nothing. No sorrow, fear, sadness, loneliness, guilt, nothing. He drowned himself in those feelings and snuffed them out yesterday. But that's how it's supposed to be, he's an ai, he's supposed to feeling like this. 

"I suppose we both learned something yesterday."

Their friendship wasn't meant to last. It was bittersweet.

Notes:

Thanks for reading! This fandom lacks Caine and Kaufmo friendship. Granted I did get rid of it at the end? Sorry people.

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

Hello! I saw that requests were open and wanted to give them a shot!

Could I request Ace, Deuce and Sebek with a confectioner reader?

I know this one's really boring, so feel free to ignore this one.

ooooh, I actually like this one! As someone with a huge sweet tooth- (gonna admit I had to look up the meaning for "Confectioner" because I never heard it before lol)

Deuce, Ace and Sebek with a Confectioner!Reader

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Deuce

♤ I believe Deuce would have a sweet tooth, so he would probably love to hear about your occupation as a Confectioner, He would probably be your most loyal customer, entering the shop every two days to stock up on sweets, or just to see you work.

♤ He even sometimes offers to help, though he may not have much experience, he tries his absolute best, and it comes out quite well!

The bell from the front foor of your shop gives out a little "Ding!" indicating the presence of a customer, you come out from behind your work area, expectant that the customer is none other than Deuce, one of your most loyal customers, and low and behold, you were correct!

"Hey Deucey!! Nice to see ya this morning!" you greeted him as he approached your counter, "Hello! Good to see you as well, Y/N!" he replied, smiling.

"So, whatcha in the market for today? I just finished making some of your favorite chocolates, if you'd like some!" you beamed, a sweet smile across your face.

"I would, thank you!" He beamed, you giggled at his excitement, but of course, who wouldn't be excited for chocolate? You knew Deuce has quite the sweet tooth, and it was originally why he began coming to your shop, but then he ended up becoming a regular, and you both had become good friends during this time, he's helped you out in the shop a bit, and he's surprisingly good at making sweets, despite his inexperience.

"Aaand here you are, Deucey! Your chocolates!" You spoke as you handed him the chocolates, and he handed you the money, but you refused.

"Eh?" he stared at you, confused on why you didn't want it. you laughed at his reaction, "Just take it for free, its on the house today!" you smiled, putting a hand on his head a ruffling his hair gently, which was quite fun, because he always had a cute, flustered face whenever you did that.

"A-are you sure?" he asked curiously, giving you a guilty look. "Yep, very sure! Look at it as a... friend discount!" You said as you smiled.

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Ace

"Heylooo! Ace in the house!" Ace said as he entered you shop with a sweet smile, "Well, well, well, if it ain't my favorite trouble maker!" you smiled, resting an arm on the counter, and one on your hip. "Ha! Of course I'm you favori- wait... Touble maker??" he flinched, you couldn't help but laugh at his stubborn reaction. "Hey, at least you're my favorite, am I right?" you winked at him.

"I- uugghhh... you hit me with that everytime!" he groans. "Hahahaha! okay, jokes aside, whatcha looking for?" you ask him, smiling slyly. "Do you have anymore of those chocolates that you made the other day?" he asks, "Sure do! You liked em that much?" you ask slyly, giving him a cheeky smug smile, "Uh- Ye- No! it's just uh...." you laugh at his reaction, "Cat got your tongue? anyways, I'll get those chocolates for you!" You say as you give him a wink, dissapearing behind the wall that separated your workspace and the main shop for a moment, only to come out with the sweet chocolates he requested.

"Here you are, Acey, now... that'll be 9-" aaand he's already handing you the money, aaand now he's also gone... leaving you confused on how he was that fast.

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Sebek (May be ooc! I haven't written much for him so I apologize!)

"Good morning, human!" Sebek announced his presence as he entered your shop, "Morning, Sebek, what's up?" you ask the half-fae, half-human customer, "I am quite well! I have come to ask, would you happen to have more of those sweets from yesterday? Waka-sama said he enjoyed them very much when I gave him some, so I'd like to get more!" he announced.

"I sure do! I'll get the them for you! Give me a moment!" you smiled at Sebek before dissapearing into your workspace to quickly grab the chocolates and give them to him, you knew he was rather impatient, so you gotta be quick if you don't wanna be yelled at by him....

"Here you are! that'll be 9 dollars!" you say, as he hands you the money, "Thank you, human! I'm sure Waka-sama will appreciate these!" he said as he left, giving you a slight wave, you were quite surprised he didn't yell at you, he was still loud, but not yelling loud. Of course, not that it bothered you, he was just another one of your quirky customers!

[xoxoemynn]

Can I just say..the tag “misuse of glitter” on your fic tags has me rolling with laughter 🤣

Hahahaha YAY. I'm excited for the misuse to be revealed soon!

While writing this one I realized I may have a thing for some glitter abuse as plot (the first being Here's to the Night, which is a Y2K New Year's Eve fic if anyone is looking for something seasonally appropriate to read!).

But I can't help it. It's so fun. It's so obnoxious. It's so them. I am but a mere mortal. Who am I to resist? In fact, I think I'm going to start including glitter in all my fics. That'll be my brand!

✨xoxoemynn, glitter freak✨

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching I Believe the Children Are Our Future

Welcome to “Itching Powder and Whoopie Cushions and Rubber Chickens, Oh My!: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e6: “I Believe the Children Are Our Future.”

People are… dying weird in a… small town, so the boys… go to investigate. (Have we been here before?) Turns out childhood myths and falsehoods (like you can electrocute someone with a joke hand buzzer and your face can freeze that way) are true in this small town—or in part of it anyway. And it’s all because of Jesse, a sweet pre-teen kiddo who has the power to make such things come true—mostly unintentionally. Why? Well, because he’s the antichrist, of course. Sam, Dean, and Cas argue about what to do about him (side trip into Cas getting turned into a plastic action figure), and eventually Jesse decides to leave on his own, to protect his (adoptive) parents. Aaaaand then we never hear about any of this again. It’s fine. It was all really about Sam, afterall.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

Lor:

ew, kid

Mace:

yep gross

Lor:

okay, when I babysat, I turned on as many lights as I thought I would not get made fun of for when the parents got home

Mace:

HAHAHA

omg the dude’s scream

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

you need to see Amber’s body, Bean? CAN DO

Lor:

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

omg boys

Mace:

scratches head

Lor:

she clawed through her SKULL in the time between a ten year old's bedtime and when the parents got home?

Lor:

I bet there's something.... supernatural happening

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

did you…did you just take your sunglasses off when you said that?

Lor:

HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA of course you can't deliver a line like that with your sunglasses on. come on, Mace

Mace:

snork! silly me

Mace:

omg Dean with the kid

Lor:

YES

Mace:

OMG BOYS WITH THE GOOGLES

Lor:

you break out those safety goggles, Dean

Lor:

YAAAAAS

Lor:

"That'll do, pig" haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Mace:

OF COURSE HE’S EATING IT

Lor:

of COURSE

Lor:

can't waste good ham

Lor:

don't know when you might eat again

Mace:

uh huh

the dude’s shirt

Mace:

I WANT ONE

Mace:

KISSING VAMPIRE MOVIES

Lor:

LOLOLOL

Lor:

oh man, that melted chicken probably smells TERRIBLE

Mace:

oh yeah gross

Lor:

kid's ready for Pratchett!

Mace:

Look, if the kid doesn’t want the tooth fairy thing, then don’t make her, JFC

Mace:

HA

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

GOOD FOR YOU, KID

Lor:

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew

Mace:

right?

Lor:

DEAN

Mace:

omg Sam’s FACE

Lor:

YAS

Mace:

how many takes did they need for that I wonder

Mace:

“or you"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

one. Jensen practiced constantly

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

Now I want a ham sammich

Lor:

"we don't have a fridge!"

Mace:

DEAN WINCHESTER

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOL

Mace:

Oh, he’s gonna use your razor, Sam

Lor:

"do not use my razor" and his little grin

Mace:

SUITS!!

Lor:

YES

Lor:

nnnnngggg

Lor:

lookit em all snazzy out there in the middle a nothing

Mace:

YEP

Lor:

you did NOT. Dean made it for you

Lor:

"my dad told me different stories" ooof

Mace:

omg Lor, I’m sure he made his own dinner when he was a little older, simmer down

Lor:

hmph

Lor:

SAM'S FACE when he shocked him

YES

Lor:

NNNNG Dean's jewelry

Mace:

OMG is this the antichrist one?

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

the antichrist the show conveniently forgets about, like, immediately after?

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

so weird

Lor:

right?

Lor:

it's such a BIG thing to just be like "eeeh never mind"

Mace:

right?

Mace:

HAHAHAHAH OMG

Lor:

"that wasn't me"

Lor:

OMG CAS

Lor:

"no of course not" no, we're saving that for season 13

Mace:

HA

Lor:

oooooo a Theme. a theme about free will

Mace:

“you didn’t”

Lor:

"you didn't" dang, Cas

Mace:

CAS. NO.

Lor:

i think you mean "be not afraid," Cas

Mace:

HA

Lor:

he's gonna be tough to kiss that way, huh, Dean?

Mace:

snork

Mace:

no, you’re not friends, Dean.

Mace:

just like you’re not cousins...

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOL

Lor:

so this kid went through his terrible twos and never made the house collapse?

Mace:

right? there are more holes than plot here, but the boys are pretty cute in this one so I’ll let it slide

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

They are awful pretty

Lor:

i think you better go hug your boy

Mace:

aye aye capn

Lor:

"kid, you're awesome"

Lor:

"he's kind of a buddy of mine" oh Dean

Mace:

buddy. sure.

Mace:

omg Sam’s FACE

Lor:

the careful way he sets Cas back down

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

YES

Lor:

jeez lookit Sam's HAIR

Mace:

YES

Mace:

i love that Sam tells the kid he’s not a freak since from experience he knows it hurts to be called that cough*DEAN*cough

Lor:

YES

Lor:

hands you a cough drop

Lor:

this is such a WEIRD episode

Lor:

like is it just here to give Sam the opportunity to think about himself and make the speech?

Mace:

snork

Mace:

yeah, it is

Mace:

yeah, dunno

Mace:

i wonder if they WERE gonna do something more with it and then just…didn’t?

Lor:

it feels WEIGHTY for a MotW ep, but then there's no threads from it at all?

Lor:

yeah, maybe

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

gee, bummer. maybe Dean and Cas should go to a hotel and snuggle about it

Mace:

HA

Mace:

John should have done a LOT of things better, boys

Lor:

DO THEY wish that though? they wanted to live nice normal lives and then one day POOF some angel shows up and is like "Oh, hi, Dean, you're an angel's vessel? Sam, look out, Lucifer wants you"?

Lor:

well THAT is true

Mace:

fair point

Lor:

it absolves John of NOTHING though

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

fair point

Lor:

it absolves John of NOTHING though

[compelledandcajoled]

6/4/24

Today was rainy, but it was a nice rain that felt cozy and comforting. At one point, it was even a sun-shower! I've been a little more anxious feeling because I had some strange body sensations, mainly a feeling of movement/whooshing in my right ear and some ringing off and on in it as well. I was able to walk myself through it and cope with the sensations. I even made it through another spell of vertigo...i think I realized the body sensations of an adrenaline rush as it seems each time I get that very transient vertigo, my sinuses open up immediately after. My nose stops being congested. Apparently, adrenaline can cause both that and the opening of sinuses. This all happened as I was unfortunately reading about heart problems again. I think that definitely triggered that specific sensation. Not sure about my ear ringing though. It seems like that was happening before I'd gone on the research bunny trail...but I suppose I just don't have to worry about it. It's probably sinus/allergy related.

I've felt very tired today too and that probably hasn't helped any. I did take a break from gaming to rest my eyes and shoulders. I made plans yesterday to go to the mini-con at the public library with dad this weekend. I'm looking forward to that. I'll get to wear [redacted fursona name] out, at least in parts, and that'll be fun I think! I'm also a little nervous about it, wondering if I'll look silly or stupid. I'll be doing it anyways though, hahahaha!

[nastrond-and-valhalla]

Hopeful Wrath Part 1: Retribution

*The exorcists were doing their own training regimend while their sisters that they rescued from Hell were getting medical attention for their wings and wounds. 3 of them were sitting at a table eating lunch.*

Exorcist 1: "Talk about a massive bust."

Exorcist 2: "I know right!? Just when we got the ok to do another extermination, we got our butts handed to us by some fantasy world pricks and a robot imp. And here I was hoping to score that nice promotion."

Exorcist 1: "Tell me about it. Apparently the one spearheading the attack was a sinner named Monokuma. You know, that bear thing that ran those killing games?"

Exorcist 2: "How the hell did one bear pull that off?!"

Exorcist 3: "Apparently he built a robot made of angelic steel or something, according to the three that tried to get a headstart. The stupid cheaters."

Exorcist 1: "Fucking christ....First there was that total loss last extermination and now this shit! Man, I feel like things are going down the shitter after losing Adam."

Exorcist 2: "Yeah. He wasn't the best guy around, but he was a fun boss. Who knows what's going to happen to us?"

Exorcist 3: "Well.....We can always look back at all the happy memories we've had. All those stupid sinners we've killed and slaughtered and all the happy times we've had."

Exorcist 1: "Yeah. Hehehe. those were the days. I remember coming across this one sinner who wanted to protect her husband and some teenager she adopted. Poor bitch looked like a drug addict who was trying to get her shit together. Ran her through the fucking neck I did!"

Exorcist 2: "Hahahaha! i remember that! I saw her husband run at us with a fucking broom, thinking that'll do him any good! Like what we he even thinking!?"

Exorcist 3: "Clear nothing since he's dead now too! Hahahaha! I even mounting his stupid head on the very broom he used, just to taunt him! Hahahahaha!" *The exorcists laughs with glee as someone approaches them.* "Oh what I wouldn't give to hear the screams of those worthless ass sinners!"

Exorcist 2: "Preach it, sister! If anything, I'd do anything to kill that whore, Charlie and the inhabitants of that eyesore of a hotel of her's!"

Exorcist 1: "For real! I mean, really. Rehabilitate sinners? Redemption?! Hahahaha! There's no such thing as redemption! There never was such a stupid thing! If there was, then we'd be out of job!"

???: "Excuse me. Is this the exorcist training yard?"

Exorcist 1: "Who's asking?"

???: "A curious party. Nothing more. I've heard that someone by the name of Sir Pentious was redeemed."

Exorcist 2: "Yeah right. And even if it was true, it's nothing more than an empty fluke. It's only a matter of time before he does something that'll fuck-shit ends up in hell again. After that, all we have to do is wait for another ok 6 months later and bam! Every single sinful man, woman, and child is ours for the kill-" *Suddenly, the person kicks the exorcist out of her chair.*

Exorcist 1: "Hey! What's the big ide-" *That same person grabs the exorcist by the face and then slams her face first through the table, hard.*

Exorcist 3: "You bastard!" *The last exorcist throws a punch at the person, who catches their fist easily, gripping it hard and slowly crushing her hand. She screams in pain.*

???: "Feel that?" *The exorcist looks up at her attack, who stares coldly down at her.*

"This is the exact pain you've inflicted upon all those poor sinners you've deemed unworthy of life, let alone redemption." *Kiko breaks the exorcist's hand and kicks her into the field, catching the attention of the other exorcists. Kiko with a glare of calm, yet burning anger, slowly marches towards the army of murderous angels.* "So many human souls, slaughtered by your very hands. So many of their lights, extinguished in your sick idea of a game. So many sinners, many I bet could've been redeemed, and yet you killed them off without a sense of remorse. I will not stand for this. You'll pay dearly for your crimes."

Exorcist 4: "Kill this motherfucker!" *The exorcists charges at Kiko with their spears. One of them thrusts her spear at him, only for him to seemingly vanish in the blink of an eye.*

Exorcist 5: "What the!? Where did he go!?" *They hear him whistle as he is seen standing behind the large wave of killer angels. He stood there with his arms crossed and tapping his shoulder impatiently.* "How did he!?" *One of the exorcists jumps at him, thrust her spear at him before he vanishes from sight again, along with the angel's spear.*

Exorcist 6: "What the!? My spear!!!!" *The angels spots him standing on top of one of the exorcists' heads, perfectly balanced. He looks at the spear he stool from them.*

"For you so called heavenly beings to use weapons let this be so reckless. Have you lack any sense of humanity?"

Exorcist: "GET OFF!" *She swipes at Kiko, who leaps and then uses that spear to stab the angel in her foot, causing her to scream in pain. He kicks the angel into the crowd of other angels. He holds his hand over his hip, causing light to shine as his weapon of choice appears. he draws the blade, lettign it shining in the heavenly light.*

*A rapier emitting a green glow.*

"I heard that angels can be heard by angel steel. What about a weapon forged by the goddess of light and infused with wind magic?" *Angered, the exorcists all charges at Kiko as he fought back against all of them, single handedly besting them all in battle and outclassing them at every turn. The power this one boy held was too much for any of them, blowing them away with powerful wind base skills and magic, and even severing their wings with light based magic. He held nothign back, kicking their collective asses without a hint of mercy. One of them starts to back up, overcome with fear. He spots the angel.* "Don't." *The angel tries to run only for Kiko to appear in front of her. In a panic, she tries to attack him, only to be met with a backhand slap, a few hard kicks to the ribs, and a powerful roundhouse kick that sends the outclassed angel spin to the floor. As Kiko dusts his feet off, as more exorcists arrives, surrounding him. He glares at the entire army without fear. He grips his sword and readies himself for battle. Elsewhere, one of the angels that is able to still move reaches the office of Michael, the seraphim of justice.*

Exorcist: "M-Micheal! Sir! Come quick! it's an emergancy! W-We're getting....We're....We-We........." *The exorcist faints.*

Michael: "What the!? Hey!" *Michael checks on the exorcist to make sure she's ok.* "Damn. What's going on?" *And then, a large explosion is heard from the exorcists' training grounds. Michael looks out the window, seeing a large explosion in the distance. He flies towards the scene, finding the entire army of exorcists badly hurt and unable to stand or move. When Michael looks up, he sees the attacker looking down at his dirty work with his angelic wings flapping.*

".........." *kiko and Michael's eyes meet for a brief moment before Kiko flies off in the distance. Michael wanted to chase after him, but he needed to tend to the wounded exorcists' first. He calls an ambulence and started getting the army of exorcists treated. But he wasn't going to let what happened slide. Not that easily.*

[dokitm-arch]

I've been queueing replies + playing genshin for the past few days, but tomorrow is an exciting day because I'm FINALLY getting my own switch!!!!!!

[shesinmy]

okay so how do you think would the jjk characters react when their crush is being pursued by another person? pursued meaning they caught someone's eye as well and wants to ask them to be theirs (like going into a relationship with them!)

JJK WITH SOMEONE ELSE PURSUING THEIR CRUSH

1. Gojo Satoru: oh this man is going to make this person's life a living hell. Not because he's jealous, though. But how dare them think they have a crush on his crush. He won't lose. He'll also be all hands on you whenever this person is around. "Oi, loser, give up already, will you?". No shame at all.

2. Nanami Kento: the situation annoys him, but he won't say or do anything unless he thinks you are uncomfortable. He knows that he can't demand anything from you since you don't have this type of relationship. But he'll be close. Close enough to see if the person's move is too much and make sure he doesn't lose you in the process.

3. Itadori Yuji: hahahahahha he won't notice. He thinks it's really cool that someone can see and recognize how amazing you are. He will end up being friends with the person and even create a fan club where them both will share their thoughts and secrets about you.

4. Fushiguro Megumi: oooh, he is pissed. He is REALLY PISSED. How come someone make a move before he does? He won't let it happen but his action is going to be behind your back. When he gets the chance to be with the person alone, he'll give them a glance that is significant enough for the person to disappear.

5. Kugisaki Nobara: another one that is pissed. She'll come to the person with her killer look and hammer in hand. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?". If that doesn't scare the person, she'll find your cellphone and pretend to be you rejecting them.

6. Inumaki Toge: he'll just observe for while. He knows how amazing you are and that you get people's attention. But if the person keeps showing up, he'll also get them alone. He just stares at the person and let them do their awkward greets until he says "DON'T COME BACK". End of story here LMAO

7. Okkotsu Yuta: it'll make him nervous. He'll see them as a potential match and maybe even a better match then him. He'll ask everything that is to know about the person always surrouding you to level your interest. That'll probably force him to finally make his move because this way he at least tried not to lose.

THANK YOU!!! THIS WAS REALLY FUN hahahaha specially killer glance Megumi. Hope you enjoy it!! :))))

[throwaway-yandere]

OC!MC! CHAPTER 1 POLL RESULTS

Hello, I'm Ansy! Before we start, I just want to thank you all for voting– you're all incredible and this was the most fun I had writing a fic! This was probably the most interaction I've had in something I've written since I don't really know what people feel after leaving notes so thank you! You're all appreciated!!! (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[WARNING: SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 2]

CHOICE 1 RESULTS:

I will not lie, I thought this was the question that'll have most people divided but apparently you guys don't have trust issues like I do hAHAHAHAHHA. 

To those people who voted "no", you are valid. In character, that's probably what a capo would've done. If that was the majority vote Alhaitham would be swiftly removed from the game. I will literally put a giant red "X" in his drawing if it happened but alas it was not. His entire route relied on that single choice and he won lololol

CHOICE 2 RESULTS:

My friend is in shambles. The Diluc Simps won in an Alhaitham/Tighnari/Cyno fic and she's dying lmao– It was so entertaining watching this part of the results. It just kept changing. I didn't even write the draft for this one for a while cause I can never be too sure how it'll end so I made plans to just write both lolol.

Anyways, choosing Tighnari was supposed to be an easy route to a bad ending. But alas, yall survived. I thought I could get you all into blindly hunting Tighnari down but I guess not 😭 Well it's either you guys saw the danger coming or you're all Diluc Simps (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) LOL

And then we have the third results!

CHOICE 3 RESULTS:

You guys chose Barbara over Xiangling! Fair enough, it's basically choosing familial relationships over other things which is spot on for Capo!Reader. Or maybe y'all are big brained and realized this was going to score points with Cyno–

BONUS:

To those 3 people who voted not to leave flowers for my dead husband, we will see each other in the eternal flames–/jjjj. 

Y'all better be glad I nerfed Dimitri into a dead man (death is the only way to nerf him) cause he would've broken everyone's limbs. There may not be visions in Fire Emblem: Three Houses but his minor crest is enough to fold you like paper hAHAHAHA–

Anyways, that's what the results look like! Once again, thank you so much for voting and I hope you'll be willing to vote for the next one! After all, it's a matter of life or death now :D

See you then! 

[here2bbtstrash]

HAHAHAHA LUA PLS 😭 i felt that too okay!!!! come hold my hand!!!

i'm so glad you appreciated this tae, i feel like he's really hard to write but i tried to infuse some of his irl personality in here to the best of my ability???? like idk why but to me i feel like that was a very him thing, for you to be like "well i'm sure you have somewhere better to be" and he just *tata mic face* *steps into your house anyway* lmfao

ahahhaha i wondered if anyone would get the birthday hint before he said it 👀 IT MADE ME SOFT TOO HONESTLY 😩

wheiufhwef i let my horny demons out of the cage for that single paragraph 🙈 i really said just a sprinkle ✨ of porn LMAO

yes 🫠 i s2g nothing will make you second guess whether or not you truly want to be single like getting sick 😂 and i loved the idea of tae just getting an opportunity to get a foot in the door, to show her a different side of himself that he didn't think he could get away with otherwise, and it in turn causing her to realize that maybe there's more to him than she initially assumed!!! a little ~one moment that changed everything~ kinda vibe 🥰

gahhhhh taehyung fluff is so fun to write bc man is goofy as hell when he wants to be. i'm not too good with over the top sickly sweet "baby ily" straight fluff, but like, dumb roleplay and dancing in the kitchen??? that i am ALL ABOUT 🗣

honestly almost no men are like this so it's better to just stay single baby 💀 or date people who aren't men LMAO

i'm so glad you enjoyed that deeper conversation moment too!! i didn't wanna put toooo much introspection in here, but i get really reflective around my birthday and the end of a year, and i figured since tae's is both in one it would be a good moment for it. just sharin some thots~ reflections~ it's always nice to have an unexpected deep talk with somebody like that!

LMAO just go loop LDOMLT ch 10 a few times that'll factory reset you 😂😂😂 for real tho i'm so glad you enjoyed this and thank you for taking your time to share your thoughts with me!!!! ily 🥺💜

it's sweet (explicit)

genre: a fluffy lil sickfic

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you forgot to call out sick from your dick appointment, but he stays anyway.

word count: 4.3k

contains: no smut just fluff????? new year new me 😎 but as this is fuckbuddies to maybe-lovers and there are certainly a few references in here to sex, because of who i am as a person, it's enough that i'm tagging it explicit anyway lmao. but this is all fluff! reader has the flu, tae is a sweet sweet boi and takes care of her, it's all a bit sappy~ 🤧

A/N: happy new year!!! and a very happy belated birthday to my capricorn prince 💜 this soft little idea got stuck in my brain and wouldn't let go, and i had a lot more fun writing it than expected. plus i feel like i only wrote tae as a menace in 2022 (sorry to tae 👹) so i had to right my wrongs with this one lmao. it was a nice interlude before i jump into LDOMLT ch11 (the final chapter 😭) - i hope you all enjoy and that your 2023s are off to a pleasant start!!!

read on AO3!

~*~

You genuinely enjoy being single.

With your last relationship officially in the trash, you’ve found yourself settled into a comfortable peace. There’s no man in your life to mess up your plans, to force you to have to compromise or share anything, to suck up your energy and domestic labor like some kind of emotional vampire. You can do what you want, whenever you want, and you have a reliable rotation of both sex toys and fuckbuddies to keep you physically satisfied when the need arises.

Being single, you have come to learn, is fucking great.

Except when you get sick.

A knock at your apartment door drags you out of your DayQuil-induced slumber. You move to sit up with a sniffle before letting yourself drop back into your veritable nest of blankets on the couch, struck with the immediate recollection: it’s just the food you ordered. You’d specifically put in a request that they leave it at the door, but maybe the delivery person is just being nice and letting you know it’s there.

Except then they knock again.

And ring the doorbell.

“Jesus,” you groan to yourself, aggressively enough that you’re nearly sent into a fresh coughing fit, but you manage to choke down the spasm in your lungs as you drag yourself to standing. You cross the short distance from your couch to the front door, sure you look like death warmed over, and swing the door open.

At first, you’re certain it’s the DayQuil fucking with you.

“Taehyung?”

The corner of his mouth pulls up as he blinks sweetly at you, expressive almond eyes peeking out beneath untidy dark hair— extra fluffy today, like he’s just washed it and waltzed out of the house without any styling. His clothes tell the same story, a plain gray hoodie and joggers, creased a little like he’d just pulled them off his bedroom floor, though everything looks fresh off the runway on him.

As your eyes trail down his frame, you take in the container of ramen you ordered, held easily in one of his large hands, his long fingers hooking over the side.

His presence is typically a welcome one, particularly on Friday nights like tonight, but those are circumstances where you tend to be a little more… put together. So why is he here tonight?

“When did you start working for D—”

The food delivery service name dies on your tongue as your thoughts finally catch up with your mouth. He’s here tonight because it’s Friday, and this is what you do on Fridays. He’s here because you didn’t cancel. You’d had the thought in a drowsy half-awake state between naps, then had promptly rolled over and pressed your face into the pillow, telling yourself you’d remember to text Taehyung when you woke up.

Which of course, you did not. And so here he is, having clearly intercepted your delivery. And, it now occurs to you, having to witness how absolutely godawful you must look in your stained sweatpants, your hair surely a mess from a day spent napping on the couch.

“Oh fuck,” you mutter, quickly crossing your arms over your baggy t-shirt, suddenly very aware of the fact that you’re not wearing a bra. Why that matters when you’re standing in front of a man who regularly leaves hickeys all over your tits, you’re not sure, but in this moment it somehow feels like it does.

“Tae,” you take a step back, trying to keep him out of your germ radius. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to text you. I’m super sick, I think it’s the flu. You should go.”

He frowns a little, his eyes jumping from you down to the takeout container in his hands. “This is like, barely warm.”

That makes you smile a little despite yourself. A very Taehyung greeting.

“Yeah, well.” You roll your eyes. “I pay twice as much so it can take an hour and be cold by the time it gets here. Makes sense, right?”

His dazzling smile at your sarcastic remark only heightens your own self-consciousness, and you quickly extend a hand for the container.

“Sorry to make you come all this way. Hopefully next week I’ll be back to normal.”

Taehyung nods, yet makes no move to hand over the soup he’s currently holding hostage. “You should rest. Let me heat it up for you.”

You can’t help but wonder what he expects to happen when he crosses the threshold, and that makes you heave a sigh, then quickly bury the cough that chases after it into the crook of your elbow.

Thankfully your voice doesn’t give out when you manage to answer him. “I’m serious, Tae. I’m not—” you pause, considering how to phrase it: desperate to be railed? “—you know, the way I usually am on Fridays. Nothing’s gonna happen tonight. Except maybe you’ll get sick.”

He shrugs, like there are worse things. “I get it. But you shouldn’t be alone.”

At least he’s been sufficiently warned, you think to yourself, and then you relent, leaving the front door of your apartment swung wide as you step back across the living room to promptly collapse onto the couch again. You bury your face in the blankets with a muffled groan as you hear Taehyung shut the door behind him, then make his way into the kitchen.

As is typical with any man that enters your kitchen, you expect to have to walk Taehyung step-by-step through how to do everything. But, to your surprise, he asks no questions: he seems to find a good-sized pot and figure out how to work the stove all on his own, and you can hear him humming softly to himself as he goes.

Truly a credit to the male species, you think to yourself with a bitter laugh.

You collapse back against the cushions, a little too aware of the fuckbuddy in your kitchen to be able to drift off to sleep entirely. Nevertheless, you still find yourself slipping into a haze, your eyes dropping shut just to snap open again at the tap of a bowl being set down on the coffee table in front of you.

Your eyes widen as you sit up and stare down at your ramen, only to find two halves of a soft-boiled egg staring back up at you. You’d ordered from your favorite place in the city, which is easily the best ramen you’ve had in your life, but you know those fuckers charge extra for an egg. Which is why your cheap ass never orders one.

But here one is. So that means…

Taehyung drops down onto the couch next to you before you can even finish compiling the thought in your brain, but he must be able to read the look on your face. “Oh, do you not like eggs?”

“I— no,” you answer quickly. “I mean yes. I mean, I like them, I just… Thank you.”

You glance up in time to see him shrug, his mouth twisting a little, like he’s suddenly made shy by his own kindness. “Gotta get your protein in,” he offers casually, and you laugh over the steam rising up from your bowl.

He keeps a tentative cushion’s distance away from you, but you can feel his eyes watching as you take your first sip of the rich, warm broth. While you slurp it down, you tell yourself not to get greedy with Taehyung’s time: you expect this will be it, that with his act of kindness done for the day, he’ll get to his feet and be on his way. As soon as your front door slams shut behind him, he’ll probably be pulling up his text messages with one of the many other options that must be available to him.

You try to ignore the way that thought makes your stomach twist, to just eat your damn soup and not think about it. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.

But to your surprise, Taehyung leans forward and snatches the TV remote off your coffee table with a triumphant sigh before slumping back against the couch, like he’s settling in. “Do you wanna watch something?”

You shake your head as you take another sip before answering. “You really don’t have to stay, Tae. I can appreciate that I’m not a lot of fun to be around tonight. And obviously you didn’t come here to watch me eat ramen.”

Already starting to scroll through your streaming services, Taehyung runs his free hand through his hair with a knowing, slightly horny smile. “Depends on what you mean by eat ramen.”

You nearly choke on a noodle, but he’s otherwise distracted, mouth dropping open a little as he clicks into one of the options.

“Oh, I know what we can watch.”

When he pulls up A Charlie Brown Christmas and promptly presses play, you can’t help smirking. “Christmas? You’re, what, five days late?”

Taehyung’s mouth opens again, like he’s going to say something, and then he just smiles that same self-conscious smile. “Ah, I just like the music.”

His long fingers splay out in front of him, miming along to the opening melody while he adopts the faux-cool expression of a jazz pianist. You hide a giggle in another sip of broth, and he quickly shrugs the impression off, crossing his arms over his chest as if to keep his limbs under control.

“And it’s cute,” he adds, voice halfway between shy and sentimental. “The little tree.”

It occurs to you now that you’ve never seen Taehyung so… your brain can’t find the right word. He’s just different tonight.

You nod as you slurp up a strand of noodles, and you can’t deny that he’s right as the movie plays on. It’s been years since you’ve seen it, not since you were a kid, but it’s just as enjoyable now, somehow timeless. You find yourself smiling softly as you finish your meal and settle back against the couch, tugging the blanket up to your chin.

All at once, Taehyung jumps up, and you watch dumbfounded as he silently scoops up your dishes and disappears off to the kitchen. When you hear the tap switch on, your jaw drops in sheer disbelief, and you sit up again, peeking over the back of the couch to get a glimpse of him: he’s pulled on the dishwashing gloves you keep tucked next to the sink and is making short work of not just the bowl and the pot, but the takeout container too, and your various other sick-person dishes you’d regrettably let pile up. Humming to himself along with Vince Guaraldi, like it’s something he does every day.

Your head spins as you drop back down against the cushion. What is happening? Did you take too much cold medicine?

That thought only reverberates louder in your brain when he returns, still humming the last few notes of the song. This time he chooses to settle in right beside you on the couch, as if entirely unconcerned about the contagious virus running rampant in your body— he just pulls you into his side, one arm wrapped over your shoulders, fingertips casually starting to play with the ends of your hair. Like it’s that easy.

You glance up at him, shaking your head a little, and Taehyung looks down to meet your gaze. “What?”

“This is just…” An incredulous laugh cuts off the end of your sentence. It’s hard to believe you’re looking at the same person. This can’t be the man who wraps his hand around your throat as he spits into your mouth, who will keep you in his bed for hours until you’re crying from overstimulation, who fucks you so good you can hardly walk the next day.

“I didn’t expect you to be like this,” you admit, pairing the words with a finger driven gently into Taehyung’s ribs. He squirms a little. “You’re… sweet.”

Taehyung’s lips part, and then he pauses, clearly considering how exactly to answer you. His mouth turns up soft at the corners, hesitant, as if he’s embarrassed to say what comes next. And then he says it. “You didn’t seem like you wanted sweet.”

The words settle over you, offered quietly in the low, rich tones of his voice, and as you keep gazing up at him, it strikes you: he’s not wrong. If he’d pulled this cozy domestic housewife act on you any earlier, on a normal Friday, you would’ve sent him packing without hesitation.

That thought makes you a little sad.

You tuck back in against Taehyung’s side, trying to refocus on the TV screen as you snuggle in under the blanket. Pressed close like this, you can feel the sturdy thud of his heartbeat in his chest, at a rhythm not dissimilar to yours.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone,” you breathe, and you swear you can hear him smile.

His touch lingers as the last few minutes of the movie play on: slipping from the ends of your hair to trace over the fabric of your shirt, then sliding further up to dip beneath the collar of it. The talented fingers you’ve become well-acquainted with work their magic in a new way, pressing firm circles into the muscles of your shoulders, muscles you didn’t realize were pinched so tight until he starts to work them open.

“Fuck,” you murmur, shifting a little to allow him better access as he continues. “That feels so good.” You can’t quite help the laugh that flutters out after your words; it’s certainly not the first time he’s made you say them.

There’s a small huff of breath from Taehyung beside you, and then his hand moves up to cup the back of your neck and give a gentle squeeze. It’s a comforting motion, and just arousing enough to make you sigh a note, your eyes briefly dropping shut. When they flutter open again, you realize the movie has ended, that he’s looking down at you, a knowing smirk toying at his lips.

“Don’t start,” you warn, unable to keep your voice entirely serious. “I meant what I said, I’m tapped out for the night.”

Taehyung raises his palms in the air, as if to claim his innocence, and you find yourself instantly missing the heat of his hand on your skin. “All I was thinking is that I kinda want dessert. Too tapped out for that?”

“I’ll never say no to dessert,” you admit with a soft smile. “I think I have ice cream in the freezer.”

Something glints in Taehyung’s eyes at your words. All at once he untangles himself from you and, rather than standing up and walking the long way around like a normal human, chooses instead to vault himself over the back of the couch, as if to get your freezer as fast as possible. You tip back against the cushions, momentarily overcome with laughter, and thankfully, it doesn’t trigger a cough attack.

After a second, you cocoon the blanket around yourself, then get up to follow after him, dropping unceremoniously down onto one of the barstools tucked on the far side of your kitchen island.

Taehyung glances up, clearly surprised, then continues trying drawers until he finds the silverware and retrieves two spoons.

“Just want to keep you company,” you say by way of explanation as he hands you one, and you reach down to pry off the lid of the pint of chocolate ice cream he’s set down on the counter. It’s only as you glance up again that you realize he’s grabbed something else, too, and is continuing to rummage through your cupboards. “Wait, what are you doing?”

There’s an innocent look on Taehyung’s face as he rights himself, the handle of a pan clutched in one hand. “I found something when I was looking for the ice cream. It’s my favorite. And I thought it might make you feel better, too.”

“Uh huh,” you intone, though your mouth is already starting to tick up, endeared. “A completely selfless act, I’m sure.”

“Of course it is,” he answers with an over-exaggerated wink, flipping the pan cooly in his grip. You squint at the bag as he thuds it down on the counter beside him, then sets the pan on the stove and flips on the burner beneath it.

Hotteok. You’d completely forgotten you’d even picked the bag of frozen sweet pancakes up a few weeks ago, that you had purposefully tucked them into the back of your fridge for a particularly good— or bad— day.

“Chef Kim,” you ask, feigning the tone of a journalist conducting an important interview as you fish your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants. “Can I interest you in some background music, or do you prefer to cook in absolute silence?”

Taehyung glances back over his shoulder at you, his grin nearly too big for his face. “How about Sinatra?”

You raise one eyebrow at the admittedly unexpected suggestion. “Frank or Nancy?”

He pauses for a moment, as if considering. “Either.”

It’s only a few taps, and then Come Fly With Me is floating out of your Bluetooth speaker, and Taehyung is singing along to himself as he drops a frozen disc onto the heated pan, occasionally turning back to deliver lines to you with an extended hand.

You roll your eyes as you drag your spoon through the top layer of softening ice cream, sucking it into your mouth in an attempt to hide the grin that’s spread over your face.

By the third song you find yourself humming along too, trying not to put too much strain on your still-weak throat. The kitchen has started to smell of sweet, toasted dough as Taehyung works diligently at the stove, and he finally flips the burner off before turning back to you, a plate in each hand and a thick pancake stacked atop each plate.

“Sous chef, will you please apply the ice cream?” he asks, eyes wide and blinking as he sets the dishes down.

Quickly playing along, you nod as you begin to scoop a healthy amount onto each plate. “Yes, chef!”

“And sous chef, do you, uh… have any chocolate sauce?”

You bite back a laugh as his roleplay falls apart as quickly as it began. “It’s in the fridge.”

Taehyung promptly turns and pulls the door open, eyes searching the shelves before he finally spots the dark brown bottle and lets out a triumphant hum. He nudges the fridge shut again with his hip before striding back toward you.

“Plating is key,” he muses. You answer with an appreciative nod and a giggle when he uncaps the sauce, then leans down close to the plates, feigning intense focus as he drizzles each dollop of ice cream with stripes of chocolate.

Once his artful design is complete, he steps back, his tongue toying at the corner of his mouth as he spins one plate to admire his handiwork.

“What do you think, chef?” you tease, and he nods once, decisive.

“It’s perfect.” He glances up, shooting you a grin that knocks the breath from your lungs, and you try to collect yourself as he nudges a plate toward you, encouraging you to take a bite.

You carve your spoon through the pastry, right down the middle where it’s stuffed full of sweet brown sugar syrup. The flaky layers pull apart at the impact, warm enough that you can see steam rising off of the golden dough. You pair a small piece of pancake with a wedge of ice cream on your spoon, then bring both into your mouth at once, and the contrasting mixtures linger on your tongue: hot and cold, sticky sugar chased by rich chocolate. It’s so good that you can’t help but make a soft, appreciative noise as you press your hand to your mouth and chew.

“Do you want to know something?” Taehyung’s voice pulls your attention back, and you look up at him.

“What?”

“Today’s my birthday.”

There’s a split second where you wonder if this is another imagined scenario, and then your eyes widen as you take in the look on his face and realize he’s entirely serious.

“Wait, Taehyung, really?”

He nods once, bringing a spoonful of ice cream to his lips.

“I-I had no idea,” you stammer, suddenly feeling like an asshole. His birthday, and he’s here waiting on you hand and foot, while you haven’t so much as said a word of felicitations. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he’s waving away your apology with his spoon, then proceeding to answer around his bite of food. “It’s not like I expected you to know. I don’t really make a big deal of it.” He shrugs. “I tend to… I don't know. I get sort of melancholy this time of year. The holidays, my birthday. It’s a lot all at once. A lot of pressure. To be happy. To have everything figured out.”

Nodding slowly, you let his words fully wash over you before you respond. “I get that,” you finally murmur, working off another piece of hotteok. “Nobody ever talks about it, but I feel like birthdays are kinda weird as an adult. You have enough of them and it just starts to feel like a day, you know? Not special.”

“I usually find myself just hiding out, waiting for it to be over,” Taehyung admits.

You take a second to think back. “Yeah. I didn’t even do anything on my birthday this year.” A self-pitying laugh rises up before you can stop it. “Honestly, this whole year was such a flop. I’m glad it’s nearly done.”

Taehyung makes a face like he can’t disagree. “Hey, sometimes that’s life.” He pauses, brow furrowing slightly, then reaches a palm across the table. “Can I play a song?”

“Go ahead,” you offer, pushing your phone into his hand. You scrape your spoon along your dwindling dessert, and haven’t even managed to bring the assembled bite to your mouth before the music changes— from one Frank Sinatra song to another, this one with a driving blues rhythm.

Taehyung is already on his feet, hips starting to sway. “Ah, come on. You have to dance with me.”

He’s closed the distance between you before you can even protest, his hands smoothing across the blanket still wrapped over your shoulders.

“Let me take your coat, ma’am.”

You shift off the stool and onto your feet with a smile as he unwraps the blanket from around you and tosses it toward the back of the couch, missing by at least a foot.

“Why thank you,” you tease, feigning some kind of Transatlantic lilt to your voice that makes him really laugh. “Such a gentleman.”

Taehyung turns to face you again, and then you feel his large hand pressing to the small of your back, warm even through the fabric of your shirt, and your heart stutters a little. You take his other hand in yours and let him lead, let him pull you all the way in until you can turn your head and press your cheek to the firm plane of his chest.

Frank Sinatra croons on about how you can’t let life get you down, and suddenly there’s a weight settling in the pit of your stomach.

“I feel bad, Taehyung,” you admit, and when you glance up at him, he’s looking right back down at you. “That you’re here with me tonight.”

“Why?” he asks, like he really doesn’t know.

“Because,” you shake your head. “I don’t know. There’s a million better places you could be. I can’t even give you birthday sex.”

“I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t want to,” he answers simply, then leans back, guiding you under his arm for a spin.

A little giggle bubbles up in your chest, catches on the first syllable of your reply as you twirl. “A-are you sure?”

Taehyung nods, thoughtful, when you come back to center again. “This is a good reminder that… I like taking care of people. It’s been a while since anyone’s let me.” The hand holding yours gives a gentle squeeze, and you can’t help but squeeze back.

“Well, thank you for taking care of me,” you answer softly. “You did a good job. Pretty sure I’m on the mend already.” You blink up at him through your lashes, and the way his eyes are fixed on you makes your heart squeeze, too.

It’s nearly overwhelming, taking him in like this, close enough that you can see every stray beauty mark kissed over his handsome features. Fluffy-haired, big-dicked Kim Taehyung— who would’ve thought?

Taehyung’s adam’s apple jerks in his throat as he swallows, and you feel a sudden rush of heat all over, one you don’t quite think you can blame on a fever. It hardly even occurs to you that the two of you have come to a complete standstill now, barefoot in the middle of your kitchen, Taehyung’s palm pressed to your back, the fingers of your joined hands now shifting to lace together.

“Taehyung,” you’re breathing his name before you even realize it. “Would you… want to stay here tonight? Like, sleep together, literally?”

The smile that flashes over his face is nothing short of brilliant. “Yeah, okay.”

Your voice dips a little lower, teasing, as you smile back. “I really do think I’m feeling better, so. Maybe in the morning I can take care of you, too.”

Taehyung’s fingers brush the length of your jaw, then reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue.

“I’ve got this spray that makes my throat totally numb, so.”

He pauses, his mouth so close to yours that you can feel his breath ghosting over your skin, but he can’t quite keep a straight face. “Fuck, why is that so sexy?”

You’re laughing against his lips when he kisses you.

[luanna801]

If we're going for a controversial character for bingo, Jack Seward seems to fit the bill! Or if someone already asked for him, Satoshi Hiwatari/Hikari maybe?

HAHAHAHA OHHHHH BOY, HERE WE GO

... Okay, but let's start off with Satoshi 'cause that'll probably be less controversial. (Also, any excuse to talk about my boy!)

"everyone but me is wrong about them" - There are very few characters where I'm LITERALLY out here like "I AM THE AUTHORITY ON THIS CHARACTER ACTUALLY, ALL OF YOU ARE WRONG." Satoshi is one of those characters.

"wasted potential" - I mean, he honestly probably was LESS wasted than some other characters in canon (Riku got SO badly effed over by canon, godammit), but that doesn't mean there wasn't still a TON of wasted potential here. I think one of the most disappointing aspects of the ending is that after spending pretty much the entire series suffering and being abused... there's never any meaningful confrontation or catharsis between him and either of his abusers? There's so much more that needed to be explored and addressed there.

"they're like a blorbo to me" - As with Dick Grayson, he's a strong contender for my #1 blorbo.

"deeper than they seem" - I should really just add this one automatically.

"I like them enough to project my own issues onto them" - this is interesting because on the face of it, I don't consider myself particularly similar to Satoshi. I guess it's more that... I connect with his character in a very personal way? And also I think that when you really love a character, there's always a certain danger of projection.

"they got done DIRTY by the fans" - So, fun story. Did I ever tell you guys that I was once so fed up with the DNAngel fandom that I made up a "Victim-Blaming and Abuse Apologism Bingo Card" with all the worst takes I'd seen? No?

... Yeah, I think that says it all.

"didn't get enough screentime" - I mean, he got a fair amount, but there's still SO MUCH MORE I WANTED TO SEE DEVELOPED AND DEALT WITH W/ HIS CHARACTER, GOSHDANGIT.

Jack Seward:

"everyone but me is wrong about them" - I have this very particular reaction to the Jack Seward Discourse where it's like, I hate seeing people say they hate him and he's evil, but I also hate seeing the people who make excuses for him about things that IMO they really shouldn't? Like NO, you are NOT allowed to say you hate him and he should be kicked out of the polycule. But NO, you also should NOT be acting like it's totally fine and non-comment-worthy that he thinks letting Renfield eat kittens is a tempting scientific prospect. Goddamn!! Get it right!!

(Necessary disclaimer that in actuality everyone can and should feel however they like about his character and there are multiple valid takes, etc. etc. But also, mine is the correct one.)

"they're deeper than they seem" - I think there's honestly ENDLESS material to explore with Jack, from the way he interacts with his patients (to both the good and bad), what he represents in terms of the development of psychology, his depression and fears about his own mental health, his low-key mad scientist tendencies (and yet the fact that he has a strong enough conscience to hold himself back from going down that path)... there's SO much there.

"I like them enough to project my own issues onto them" - I honestly relate to Jack a lot, as someone who's struggled with depression for years, and decided to go into psychology partly as a result of that struggle. That doesn't mean I'm down for his dubious psychological ethics, but there's a lot about his core struggle that resonates with me,

"they got done DIRTY by the fans" - I should note that there are also a lot of fans writing really balanced, nuanced, thoughtful posts about him. But hooooo boy, some edges of the discourse can get... interesting.

"Didn't get enough screen time" - in terms of the actual story of Dracula and the need to balance all the different characters, he probably got the correct amount of screentime. But like, I would've been happy for more! He's kind of the polar opposite of what I said about the Joker, in that I probably would happily read a spinoff about whatever shenanigans he gets up to running the asylum and joining a 12-Step Program for Staying on The Mad Scientist Wagon or whatever, even if the rest of the Dracula cast only briefly showed up in it.

[kurooskorner]

not so bad࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

warnings: just a small filler + a LONG bonus!

bonus:

a/n before the bonus starts:

the song below was made by Kelsy Karter and all rights are reserved to her! she made the song so please give it a listen, I am only using it in this fic, and I do not own it whatsoever!! thank you now enjoy! - angie <3

*video begins*

Y/N (in frame): "I was crying at three am and I told myself fuck it, write about something that makes you happy, not about some stupid boy who broke your heart! He doesn't deserve it, and my mind thought back to the video that Kuroo had posted earlier that day and low and behold I had my idea!"

*genius intro music plays*

Interviewer (off camera): "Tell us how the song "Kuroo" came to be and who produced it."

Y/N (in frame): "Kuroo was produced by my amazing friend Tsukishima and the video was filmed by my awesome production crew! It was all super secretive too, we had to get a remote spot to film in with the band and also have everyone sworn to secrecy about the song because I didn't want anyone to know about it whatsoever."

Interviewer (off camera): "So you told no one? Just your friend Tsukishima?"

Y/N (in frame): "Yeah pretty much, he took the idea and ran with it and honestly he thought I was really stupid but hey he works for me." *throws a wink to where tsukki is sitting*

Tsukki (off camera): "I wish I didn't."

Interviewer (off camera): "Alright let's role with verse one!"

*cut to the insert of verse one intro*

Verse 1

I blacked out,

passed out,

first time we met.

Y/N: "At the time I had never met him, like ever."

It wasn't drugs,

could be love,

but it's probably sex.

Y/N: "Yeah the Kuroo stan were NOT happy about that line..."

I'm thinkin 'bout you

(Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na)

Cool stare, greased hair around your eye,

I wanna take a dirty picture,

send it to your mind,

I'm not just think 'bout you

(Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na)

Y/N: "What can I say, man has some cool fucking hair, like it defies the laws of gravity. As for the dirty picture line...hahahaha welll ummm I have nothing to say for that except that I will never live it down, ever."

*stares at camera with shamed look*

PRE-CHORUS

I'll treat you better than

the girls you're hangin out with,

Take you to heaven and I'll show

you all around it,

I'll never ever let you down,

Ooooooh

Y/N: "I just wanted to let him know that I'm like the coolest person on the planet *sad smile* and that he should totally hang with me instead of people that'll make him sad!"

CHORUS

Kuroo!

I'm gonna make you love me!

You're gonna make me breakfast!

It's a secret just between us,

we can keep it low-key!

I ain't bein funny!

You should be so lucky,

To put your, your velvet arms around me!

Ooh, ooh

I'm g-g-g-g-gonna make you love me!

Ooh ooh

So put your, put your, put your arms around me.

Y/N: "Whew hehe so like that was a lot but anyways let's talk about it. I really just wanted to pour my heart out and I did just that with these lyrics, and honestly have you seen that mans arms? Please hug me and keep me warm, please."

Verse 2

Yeah, I'm staring at you in

the magazines every day,

Feel like I'm seventeen,

Never been touched this way,

I'm thinking 'bout you

(Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na)

Y/N: "No clue what was going through my head for that line, but hey it works!"

PRE-CHORUS

I'll treat you better than the boys you're hangin' out with,

Take you to heaven

And I'll show you all around it,

I'll never ever let you down,

Ooh

Y/N: "Hey I don't know what he's into so I wanted to like no you know, assume!"

CHORUS (X2)

Kuroo!

I'm gonna make you love me!

You're gonna make me breakfast!

It's a secret just between us

We can keep it low-key

I ain't being funny!

You should be so lucky

To put your, put your velvet arms around me

Ooh, ooh

I'm g-g-g-g-gonna make you love me

Ooh, ooh

Y/N: "Fun fact actually, Tsukki handed me a fake letter of resignation when I sent him the lyrics, with a message that said "No." And that's all, funny joke to be honest."

Tsukki ( behind the camera eating a piece of strawberry cake): "It wasn't a joke, I wanted to resign but she refused my letter of resignation."

Verse 3

Oh, Kuroo, Kuroo

Mmmm, Kuroo

Oh, baby, I'm gonna make you love me

Yeah

So put your, put your, put your arms around me

I'm gonna make you love me

You're gonna make me breakfast

It's a secret just between us

We can keep it low-key

I ain't being funny

You should feel so lucky

I'm gonna, I'm gonna

Gonna, gonna make you love me

Kuroo!

Y/N: "My honest takeaway from this song was really, do what makes you happy and don't be afraid to move on from the past. I knew writing this song I would be seen as something I'm not but it was all for shits and giggles, I never actual meant anything in it you know? It was simply to get my mind off of an ex, I wasn't going to even have it produced or made into a music video but I said why not and did it anyways and I'm really glad I did!"

*genius outro plays*

Y/N: "Yeah I had to find a bunch if cats to have on set for the music video, good thing I knew a guy because I without him I don't think we would have gotten as many as we did on such short notice."

*video ends*

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[kaonsilenthappenings]

I AM ANON I (M!A angst if you're okay with it mun mun!) CURSE YOU-Of you're voice and vision! HAHAHAHA You can't see or speak for...As long as I say! (A day

Spark Case isn't amused. He just looks dumbfounded at the strange creature. he moved his visor up slightly with a raised ridge. Amused almost about whatever this little thing is up to.

((Okay sounds interesting-but I'll just put it for the Ghost-thread. mk?)

Spark Case watches the thing silently before rubbing his faceplate. Irritation in his optics. Nice. That'll be another fun thing to deal with, bet that Hollester will be happy with that.

Though, he looked more uncomfortable and sat down. Looking at his servos he felt something was off...