#the fandom is going through it huh?🤧

[rainbowbeanstyles]

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[chuluoyi]

Hey you!! I am still a bit quite new to the jjk fandom and everything going around but i am reading tons of things and your page became my fave in like a blink of an eye, no joke!!! Like i swear everything you write with Gojo goes through my soul and beyond🔥💕 i was thinking if you would maybe sometime take on the idea of how would Gojo react if his wife/gf is pregnant and him the protective dude he is, looses his shit when she gets hurt (either random or an a mission)?and taking care of her after.

Also i hope you are well and send you all the hugs and love i can give from where I am💜💜💜

࿐ ࿔ before the dawn

tw: pregnancy, mentions of blood, satosugu angst, hurt/comfort. goes through your soul and beyond? omg that’s the highest praise🤧 oh and hurt/comfort is actually my roman empire! to fit in love entries, i have to put it in the jjk0 timeline... and also sending love for you too nonnie!! this is so sweet aww thank you🫶🏻✨

a part of gojo's love entries

“…geto suguru is going to unleash curses in tokyo and kyoto.”

you stood still, suddenly feeling like your world had crashed. you blinked at what ichiji had just said after stuttering many times. “huh? geto… suguru?”

you just had your prenatal checkup with shoko, and you had suspected something serious had been going on by the grim way she looked and how she tried to evade your questions. satoru too had been kind of busy these past few days, and he was sorry to leave you more often because of “a business he had to take care of.”

so this was the business.

“how? why?” you asked ichiji with widened eyes, the horror dawning on you surely and fast. “how is he—doesn’t that mean… he’s— he’s going to be hunted down?”

that was a stupid question. suguru had been a criminal for ten years, of course they were going to catch him. it shouldn’t be new, you knew it. but this was an act of terrorism. this was the gravest and he could—suguru could…

three years of your and satoru’s youth flashed in your mind. the laughs. the memories. how? why must everything escalate this way?

“they’re g-going to… eliminate him.” ichiji looked down with regret, swallowing hard as he told you this. “gojo-san… he’s going to participate in the battle too.”

hearing that, suddenly you felt sick to your stomach. another reality crashed: satoru could end up murdering his best friend.

almost immediately, your womb clenched and throbbed with such intensity that your breath hitched, and you lurched forward, gripping onto ichiji’s arm tightly—

“ahh!” a scream tore its way out of your throat as you crumbled to the ground. the vice-like gripping pressure that assailed you sent waves of pain coursing through your belly and there was something wet and scarlet trickling down your legs.

blood. you wheezed, whimpered and your voice came out in panicked gasps. “b-baby… my baby—!”

“i will get you to ieiri-san!” ichiji immediately carried you back to shoko’s infirmary, trying not to turn into a blubbering mess. your anguished cries resonated through the quiet hall as you held onto your spasming abdomen, and ichiji could only pray with all his heart that you would be okay… or else gojo would definitely have his head.

he was informed through a phone call, that you passed out due to shock.

satoru felt his ears ring. everything blanked out afterwards. you were bleeding. you and your baby were bleeding. you weren’t supposed to and he wasn’t even there.

you were already so far along in your pregnancy and there was only a little over two months left before your due date. despite the impulse to scream at ichiji for subjecting you to such shocking news, he realized it would be futile, because in the end, you deserved to know.

he dashed towards the infirmary, the bandages on his eyes unraveling to reveal the bright glint of his six eyes as he met shoko’s stern gaze.

“where is she?” his voice came out ragged, almost in a growl, and his fists were clenched so tightly.

his remaining friend solemnly guided him towards your room and he wasted no time to rush inside, heart in his throat to make sure that no harm had come to either you or his baby.

“...satoru?” you were sitting on the bed, still pale, the swell of your belly was prominent even under the blankets. he looked at you with a mix of fright and concern and pulled you into his arms, breathing in your scent.

“you alright?” he inquired, voice softened exponentially as he pressed kisses on your head. “does it still hurt anywhere?”

“no, shoko has—”

“your belly no longer hurts? baby okay?” his palm brushed against your abdomen, lips tugged into a very concerned frown, and when the baby kicked him was when satoru could finally heave a sigh of relief.

“you scared me so much,” he whispered into your ear in a rasp and a sigh, before squeezing his eyes shut and reveling in your familiar warmth. one of his hands rested on where your baby was, to feel his twists and turns inside you, while the other continued to hold you in his embrace.

“satoru…” you mumbled, leaning against his sturdy chest and sensing the rapid beats of his heart. you felt exhausted and guilty for having mortified him, but you must clarify one thing. “they said… geto will curse everyone… is that true?”

his heart sank at your innocent question. “for now… can we just stay like this? i will answer you later, but for now…”

and you indulged him. over the years, you learned that satoru needed assurance in physical form more than you did. your heart fluttered as he patted your back and rubbed your belly many times, his worry crystal clear.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t here… and i’m sorry that i tried to hide it from you,” he began. “in my defense, i don’t want you to put you through more stress. you have our baby to worry about already.”

as he explained things to you afterwards—about how your once kind, respected senior was now radically persistent in his pursuit of eradicating non-sorcerers and targeted yuta, your eyes watered with tears once again.

“can you stop him?” your lower lip trembled, beginnings of sobs welling up within you. “satoru… he’s… was—your best friend…”

geto suguru was an undeniable part of your vibrant youth. a part of you never got over how he decided to abandon everything during your last year of high school.

and you knew that your husband too must feel the same, with how crestfallen he looked now. it was the greatest betrayal for him to see the only person who understood him branched away to the worst path possible.

“shh... sweets, look,” satoru made you face him, the blue of his eyes darkening as he joined both of your hands together in his, dropping down on one knee before you. “for now, please— please, just focus on yourself. i don’t want you to get hurt.”

“but—”

“i won’t be able to forgive myself if you or our baby are not the slightest bit fine.”

you went silent at that. gojo satoru never showed his weakness to anyone, and with you, rarely. yet, in this moment, he appeared vulnerable, confessing that losing the only thing that kept him sane—this little family you made—would be unbearable.

“i’m fine, i promise,” you reassured, pulling your hand away before wrapping your arms around his neck, seeking his comfort and letting your tears to finally fall freely. “i’m sorry for earlier…”

“don’t. i should’ve told you sooner, that way you wouldn’t bleed,” satoru firmly rebuked in a grave tone, his voice tinged with self-deprecation as he hugged you again in return, stroking your hair. “did it hurt much? you must’ve been so terrified…”

“i was spooked, but we’re fine…”

“i’m going to take leave for the next few days, yeah? we’re going to be together. i can't—in this state of mind—leave you alone.”

the thought of potentially losing your baby filled him with terror. everything else be damned—including suguru’s atrocities, he had to take care of you first.

because you were the one who stood by his side when his world was at its darkest—you had came to him with the light of the dawn. he was forever grateful to you for becoming the apple of his eye, mending his broken heart, and ultimately becoming his everything.

he wouldn't let anything happen to you. that was his vow to himself. and he was a man of his word.

. . .

it didn't occur to you until much, much later, after all was said and done—after you were notified of suguru's death on december 24, that his mind had been set since then, because satoru had never promised you that he would be able to stop him.

[reddesires]

Tethered (Logan Howlett x Reader)

Summary: Memories are hard to get away from, especially while asleep.

Logan Howlett x (Implied mutant) Reader

Rating: Angst 🤧 (Implied happy ending)

Fandom: Wolverine (X-Men) (Deadpool and Wolverine)

A/N: I just had to start with Angst, didn't I?! LOL, I'm planning on doing more fics, including fluff and some smut 🤭 ugh this man has me in a headlock, istg. I've had the BIGGEST crush on this man for YEARS, so THIS IS THE TIME TO BE ALIVE!

ALL HAIL LOGAN HOWLETT.

The flashes of memories that appeared before you in your restless sleep tore through your mind unlike ever before, memories of times that were far behind you. The remnants of your life from before torturing you and nipping at your vulnerable body, the tremors racking your sleeping body doing nothing to knock you from your unconscious state.

You can feel his skin, the warmth seeping into yours as he held the back of your neck as he hugged you into his body, the action itself knocking the breath from your weakened lungs, the taste of iron on the tip of your tongue overwhelming your senses as you struggle to cling on to him desperately.

“Hold on, baby, I got you.” 

You can’t see his face, but you know his voice.

Logan.

A sob climbs up your throat, threatening to break the silent atmosphere surrounding you. This isn’t the present. It's just memories.. Your eyelids refuse to part as you're bombarded by the next memory of a past you're desperately trying to escape.

“Can’t sleep again?” 

His hunched over figure was leaning over the kitchen counter, a beer cradled in his hands. There's a slight smile that pulls at his lips at the sight of you. It's weakened as unreachable sleep clings beneath his tired eyes, but he seems relieved by your presence.

“Yeah.. You too?” His voice is gravely with exhaustion. You can feel the worry tugging at the back of your brain, but you bite it back as you sit in the stool next to him. “I guess it’s just that type of night..” He offers you his beer, and you stare at it in contemplation for a second before accepting it, it’s not like theres any better alternatives to it at this hour, so you minus well indulge.

You plop your head on his shoulder after taking a sip. He lays his head on top of yours with no hesitation, a sigh escaping him.

“Long day, huh?”

“You have no idea, bub.”

No, no, no. This isn't fair! Why must you go through it all over again? He's haunting you, lingering in your very soul, and no matter how much you try to cut those pieces of you out, it’ll just heal over again and again. You’ll remember him for as long as you live and he’ll come to you in sleep again and again.

“Listen to me, doll. You need to go.”

You grip on to his forearms as you force him to look you in the eyes, his hazel meeting your own, the pain was evident in his face and it only caused the tears start to well up in your eyes as you take him in, your heart pounding heavily against your chest.

“Please don't do this. We both know how this ends! Come with us! Come with me!”

The commotion behind the both of you only grows louder and he looks back with a set brow before looking back to you, his lips quiver with words that he can’t bring himself to say and you can see it, the waver in his body and it reels a sob from you.

“This is the only way, I'm sorry.”

The kiss he presses to your forehead is swift as he rips himself from you and runs back into the chaos, you're held back by your teammates as they regretfully watch their Wolverine sacrifice himself for the greater good.

“LOGAN! NO!”

The gasp that pulls from your body forcefully awakens you brutally as you panically look around the room you're in. Nothing is out of place, and the air isn’t riddled with ash and debris. Your blankets were kicked to the side while you struggled with your memory addled dreams. You can feel the moisture of your sweat covering your forehead as you sit on the edge of your bed.

You sigh tiredly as you stand from your bed, opening your bedroom door. You step over Wade's dirty clothes in the hallway like you were walking over a mindfield, you roll your eyes as you think back to how the idiot barged into the apartment singing ‘I Need A Hero’ at the top of his lungs while stripping to the bathroom after he was done with a job.

You grab the water bottle from the fridge, relieved the cool liquid soothes your seemingly raw throat, and press your forehead against the cold surface of the fridge. As you turn your head to the living room, your eyes flutter open, only to see a burly figure sitting on the window frame of the apartment, and you feel your heart completely drop into your ass.

You totally forgot about the Logan variant that Wade’s harboring along with you in his apartment, it seems like Wade enjoys picking up strays of all kinds including yourself, your also a variant of yourself, the version of you from Wade’s universe bit the bullet long ago and he was more than happy to proclaim you his ‘Snookums’.

You know that Logan is aware that you're there but he makes no effort to acknowledge your presence and you're half tempted to ignore him too but you're familiar with that distant look on his face and it tugs at a nerve you have long haven’t felt since you lost your Logan.

You pull a beer from the fridge and walk over next to him, holding the beer out to him. You know he's often broody and keeps to himself a lot of the time but this is your olive branch to him, your aware that you existed in his own world due to wade’s big mouth and you figured that had a lot to do with his distancing himself from you but you’d rather not maintain a awkward atmosphere between the two of you for as long as you're both living in the same space.

When his gaze meets yours, you can feel your heart skip a beat as the familiar hazel looks back at you. It’s been so long since you truly got to look at the features that enraptured your very being, how close but so far he is to you, you know he isn’t your logan but he was a version of him and you couldn’t help but love him. You never truly got to love your own Logan, your romance dying off too soon as you both just realized your feelings for each other.

He accepts the beer from you, his fingers grazing your own and it sends a shock up your spine as you register that he’s just as warm as your Logan, his lips twitch as he maintains his gaze on you and you wonder if you remind him of the version that was his.

“Thanks..Kid.” He mutters as he takes a swig, that gives you a pause but you choose to not to speak on it as you sit across from him looking out at the view he was so invested in before, this was completely different from your former life from when you lived in the Mansion but it was definitely a upgrade from the void.

“No problem, Bub.” You couldn’t help the small smirk that pulled on your lips, and you're relieved when he chuckles at your tease. 

You two were variants from two different universes with endless means of rekindling a bond that tethered every version of each to the other.    

[timeofjuly]

Hello! Ive recently started reading your work and its soooo good! Falling back into my undertale fixation since elementary lmaooo. I was wondering if you have any hcs based on the 3rd chapter when Quinn asked mc if they were in a relationship but what if they were 😳 like for a month now or just seeing someone. What would be the game changer or will she let it go? Im just rlly interested and loveee a jealous moment tbh 🤧 (quinn always number one in my heart though)

Thank you so much, I’m so happy that you’re enjoying! I also have randomly found myself back in the fandom after years, but it’s been really fun!

I can do you one better than headcanons – I love this idea and I love pining, jealous Quinn (I am also procrastinating finishing an assignment but shhhhh), so here’s a little ficlet 😊

truths that bleed through the universes

“What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” Quinn asks. She’s afraid to ask the question; a preexisting partner would be the ultimate complication.

At the question, your face brightens, a smile rising to your lips. It’s not the sad expression of before, all downcast eyes and a furrow between your brows. This smile is her favourite, one that she’d once seen daily, a smile that makes you seem as though you’re almost taken aback by your own delight. Quinn wants to make a home in the warm depths of it, burrow so deep into the happiness that you’ll both lose track of where she ends and you begin.

“Well,” you say, and that sunshine is in your voice, too, each word tinged with gold. “I was single for ages, but I actually met someone just over a month ago, and we’ve been seeing each other since.”

“Oh, nice!’ she says and god, she hopes she doesn’t sound as crushed as she feels. Her mind scrabbles for purchase against the jagged edges of the dismay that fossilises in her chest. “What’s their name?”

“Seraphine. Hang on, I’ll show you a picture,” you say, reaching into your tote bag. “You’d really like her. She lives in the apartment below mine. We met because Steven’s a fucking Houdini and managed to escape from my balcony down onto hers, it’s a really cute story. She reckons that Steven’s our cat-cupid. Oh, here you go-.”

Quinn accepts your phone. On the screen – it’s your fucking lock screen, shit -there’s a photo of you and a monster woman, grinning into the camera. It’s a selfie-style picture and the woman’s cheek, a vivid royal purple covered in fine, downy fluff, is pressed to yours, smooshing your smile into an adorable, fishy pout.

“Cute,” she says weakly. “A month, huh?’

“Yep. We’re taking it slow, but I’m not seeing anyone else, and I don’t think she is either. I’ve even deleted Tinder off of my phone.” The words are said with raised eyebrows and enough seriousness for her to realise that that’s apparently a big deal.

Something ugly sits on her tongue and she’s self-aware enough to name it jealousy. The irrationality and unfairness of it – she has no leg to stand on, since she’s in a relationship with eight other people – doesn’t make the feeling any less potent. It writhes in her, a living creature, filthy and starved and pacing the length of its cage, gnawing at the bars.

Does she make you feel as good as I can? Does she know you like I know you? There’s nobody who can love you like I can love you. I know you agree. You agree, right? I know you’ve been chasing my shadow for five years, just like I used to chase yours. We’re both a little wrong without the other.

Quinn takes a deep breath and fixes a smile to her face, cooing appropriately when you begin telling her the story of Steven’s jaunt to the downstairs balcony. This is a setback, yes, but all isn’t lost. She really does think that you’re at your happiest when you’re with her, and you’ve always agreed. Reminding you of that might be tricky, but it won’t be impossible, and once you remember? This girlfriend will just be another notch in your bedpost. Countless people have made their mark on your past, a blur of friends and enemies and lovers, and she’s fine with that, because all of that lived experience is what makes you you.

But your present? Your future? That’s all hers, just like hers is yours, if you want it. She’ll give it time, show you how good it feels to with her datemates and remind you how well you fit with her, and let you make up your own mind. Let you choose.

If there’s one thing that all of the dimension fuckery she’s been exposed to has taught her, it’s that some things are universal truths. Every Sans has a Papyrus. The humans trapped monsters Underground. The sky is blue. The grass is green. These are principles that permeate everything, bleeding through whatever separates each universe.

This is another one of those truths. There is no universe where Quinn Lawson isn’t in love with her version of you, or a universe where you aren’t in love with your Quinn Lawson. You always choose each other, in the end.

Quinn’s already made her choice. She just has to wait for you to make yours.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

hi!!! sorry for bothering but recently all of my google tabs just closed with no reason so i've lost one eruri fanfic i started reading months ago (before 2024 started) and its one u reccommended here so i was wondering if u could help me? i've been trying to find it in ao3 for hours but i just can't so maybe u can tell

HUH SORRY IM THE ONE LOOKING FOR A LOST ERURI FIC. I SENT AN UNFINISHED ASK IT WAS AN ACCIDENT SORRY😭😭 i'll continue here.. maybe u could tell me if smth you've rec'ed before sounds similar to this: its a long fanfic with A LOT of chapters, the names of the chapters were written in roman((?) sorry english is not my first language, i mean like this 2 = II, 4 = IV, etc), its been months since i last read it (i've readers block) so i don't remember the plot that well but it was canon setting and it had smut im sorry its not a very specific description but if u could try to help me i would be so thankful😭😭 i was loving it.. have a good day!!🤧

I'm so sorry Anon, your ask has been languishing in my inbox for months. I hope you've found the fic you were looking for by now. Unfortunately I haven't been able to identify this fic. I thought it might have been When in doubt, use violence by no_tengo_porque, because it's LONG, but it's not canonverse and it doesn't use Roman numerals.

I wanted to answer this ask though to say that there are a few of things you can do if this disaster befalls you, or indeed anyone else, again. If you close a Chrome tab by accident, the simplest thing to do is to go to the Re-Open Closed Tab option in the File menu. If your browser crashes or you quit by accident, you should be able to return to any page by looking through your browser history. However the best way to return to a fic you've been reading, regardless of which browser or device you're on, is to use AO3's History, which records every page you've visited*, as long as you're logged in with your user account. This is just one of the many reasons why it's a good idea to always be logged in when reading fics on AO3. Logging in will also allow you to bookmark fics, mark fics for later, and read and comment on locked fics. It's worth noting that, thanks to the sad troll who's been plaguing the fandom for months, most recent Eruri fics are locked so that only logged in users can comment.

* Don't worry, no one else can see your AO3 history. That's between you and the gods...

[ethereousdelirious]

I caught a cold 🤧 now it really is Sicktember

Sicktember 2023 Day 29

Prompt: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Fandom: Po.kémon

Characters: V.olkner, Fli.nt

Notes: The medication referenced is pseudoephedrine. Turns out there's a reason they make m.eth out of that stuff 😬

Also this is a totally random little detail but I had Vo.lkner and Fl.int swap O.ctillery and Lo.punny for literally no reason at all. I got their teams mixed up and was like "eh, fuck it. tradesies"

Volkner better not have been dead. That would have been a real bummer.  Not to mention inconvenient, because Flint had been talking a big game in the Fight Area and he couldn't kick as much Ace Trainer butt without his trusty partner in crime.

Sighing, he tossed Infernape's Pokéball from hand to hand a few times. If the ferry had gotten a late start and Volkner was only just now out on the water, he wouldn't have any cell service.

But still...

Flint whipped his phone out and flipped it open, staring at the keypad. Maybe he should…

His phone buzzed and Volkner's face popped up on the screen accompanied by his custom ringtone. Flint hit the button to answer. "Yo, Shotgun! I was just about to call you. What's up?"

Volkner's tinny, congested voice cut through the static. "I overslept and missed the ferry. Next one's not for another half— h-half— its'SKH!"

"You okay, dude?" Volkner had mentioned earlier that he was getting over a cold, but he sure didn't sound like he was over anything.

Volkner gave a congested sigh that crackled over the cell connection. "Guh. Yeah. Sorry. Ih'SCHK!"

"I thought you said your doctor prescribed you something."

"He did, but it's, uh. Uhh, it's a whole thing, you know? Anyway. I'm— Hm, I'll see you soon. Don't battle anyone without me."

"Okay, man." Flint made no effort at keeping the concern out of his voice. Volkner was acting weird. Since when did he talk so much?

Flint flipped his phone shut and tucked it back in his pocket. "Don't battle anyone, huh?" he said to Infernape's Pokéball.

Great, that only left him with 40 minutes to kill and nothing to do. It was an awkward amount of time to try to get over to the Resort Area and back in time to meet Volkner at the docks and he couldn't go exploring without risking a battle with someone. And Volkner would know if he battled anyone and never let him hear the end of it.

With a sigh, Flint set off to find a café.

While the Battle Zone was short of amenities, there were a few restaurants and cafés sprinkled throughout, albeit with an obvious bias for the Resort Area.

For lack of options, Flint found himself in a dingy café that looked more like a dive bar, with salt-blurred windows and a deck that overlooked the sea. After a few minutes spent contemplating the menu, Flint ordered a milk tea with tapioca pearls and went outside to lean against the railing and watch the waves.

By the time the ferry reached the dock, Flint had migrated down to the water and started launching tapioca pearls from his straw for Octillery to catch. A few Magikarp came up to nibble at the pearls Octillery dropped, but they scattered when the ferry's wake began to churn the water.

Flint got to his feet and stretched, recalling Octillery with a smile and a wink.

Volkner was one of the first passengers to disembark the ferry, which was weird. He even waved at Flint instead of rolling his eyes.

"Hey, shotgun!" Flint pulled him in for a side hug. "How's Lopunny treating you?"

Volkner cracked his neck and shook himself. "I'm still trying to figure out how to make the most of her," he said, and every word buzzed with impenetrable congestion. His hands roamed as he talked, rubbing the bridge of his nose, running through his hair, fidgeting with his clothing.

Flint looked him over properly, long and slow. Volkner was acting jumpier than a Spoink (heh, that was a good one). Despite the sunlight, his dilated pupils reduced the brilliant blue of his irises to a mere sliver. He had said something about a prescription, hadn't he?

"IH'schuh!"

"Volkner. Are you okay?"

Volkner rolled his eyes, scrubbing at his nose with his fingertips. "So you know how I caught that cold last week? Well, I went to the doctor because I couldn't hear anything and he said it was my..." Volkner screwed up his face. "I don't know, something with my ears, so he prescribed me this medication that was supposed to help, and it kind of does, but the trade off is this." He gestured to himself and the jittery ball of nerves he'd become. "And on top of all that, I'm still... s-still— ih'SKXT! Unh. Sneezing."

Well. That explained a lot. "Man, I don't think I've ever heard you talk this much before," Flint said, smiling.

"Don't get used to it." Volkner sniffed and blinked hard. "Are we doing this or— or, uhh… hhhIH'TSCHK!"

"No, buddy," Flint said, catching Volkner by the shoulder to keep him from stumbling. "I think we're not doing this."

"Flint…"

"And I think you need to talk to your doctor about those meds. Have you been taking challengers like this?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." Volkner glared, but in his usual, 'not actually irritated' way. "Since somebody took away my toolbox and told me I'm not allowed to remodel my Gym for another year."

"Hey, man, it was that or an official reprimand from the Board."

"Oh, please— IH'SXT! They can't fire me."

Flint stuck his hands in his pockets and bounced on the balls of his feet. It was good to see that Volkner's confidence hasn't wavered, but he was clearly in no shape to battle. He needed to rest, something his medication obviously made it impossible to do. No wonder he hadn't gotten any better. Was he even sleeping?

"...Can they?" Volkner's voice cut through the smoke in Flint's head.

"Huh?"

"You got all quiet."

"Oh!" Flint bounced on his toes again and smiled. "I'm just worried about you, shotgun."

"Well, how about stop worrying about me and start worrying about battling? I didn't come here just to be fussed over."

"Aw." Flint forced his smile to widen into a shit-eating grin and took Volkner by the wrist. "It's cute that you think you can control that, hotshot."

Volkner let himself be manhandled back up to the café, though the lines of tension in his body suggested that he was more than ready to tear his arm out of Flint's grip and sprint away into the wilds. He really must have been feeling bad, or at least pretty disoriented.

"Why don't you get yourself a tea or something?" Flint said, passing over a laminated menu. He'd sat Volkner down by a table with a view of Stark Mountain and now they both stared at it, entranced by a plume of smoke emanating from one of the vents in the rocks.

Volkner looked down at the menu. "Bubble tea?"

"I was thinking more like something to help with that congestion," Flint, sitting down next to Volkner. "You sound really stuffed up."

"Impossible," Volkner said flatly, "I'm on medication for that."

"You're funny when you're like this," Flint said, reaching over to stop Volkner from compulsively scratching at his neck.

"Well, I hate it." Unable to fidget, Volkner squirmed in his seat. "I talk too much and I can't  stop chewing my nails and everything keeps startling me."

"You need to rest," Flint said, tilting his chair back on two legs and resting his hands on the back of his head. "Get some tea and let's sit for a while and watch Stark Mountain decide if it wants to kill us all."

Volkner sighed and rolled his eyes, but divested his hands from Flint's grip so he could pick up the menu. "Fine."

[nightswithkookmin]

whats my thoughts on V's scandal?

Any one else wanna be chatty huh? 🔪

no?

Good.

Leave me alone.

Hybe and I are busy tryna bury evidence

They came down real fast when they thought a lot was at stake and people were being delusional out here but suddenly my dude stuttering like the meow meow caught their tongue 😫

I shouldn't laugh hearts are breaking

Sad face Goldy. Sad face and scene

😊😊😊😊😊🤣🤣🤣🤣☹

Really i have no comment on this. Didn't know I had it in me to be a misogynist until this day of messy rumors surrounding V if I say a word I'll get canceled by both fandoms and i ain't got capital T for dah

Like we been knew on the low he bood up with a gal but chilee not Jenny💀

Bruh

Not the gurl you was caught snooping around on Instagram while she was openly in a relationship with another man damn 😫

she was the one you was thinking of at 3am in the morning sir?? Mmkay

Minding my Alessandro Jimin moustache

I want him to be happy and if it's with her then I don't want him to be happy

Go be happy heterosexual with anyone but the most scandal prone black pink. I stopped stanning her after Gdragon this is the last strike. Idol dating idol from different groups is just pointless cos neither will put in the effort to sustain the relationship and before you know it both are on to the next relationship burning through relationships like she's gonna crash Tae to bits and pieces if he don't get her first💀

And I'm still finna ship her with Kai and root for their reconciliation sorry Tae not sorry🤧

And isn't Kai Jimin's bff? Damn no bro code in this area these hoes ain't loyal.

The company will ask him and if he says it's not true that they are just friends then they'll let us know. If he says it's true then he has the ultimatum 💀

Jennie never denied her relationships, all hybe do is deny them in broad daylight 😊

Tae is a wild card. This might be the year he jumps the hybe ship with his 40m IG followers if he's being forced to deny his relationship as a grown man in love🤣🤣🤣

Finally we'll get to see some action it's been boring up in here🤣

Do I think it's true. Yes. Do I support it. No. Hate it with a passion. He's handsome she's pretty it just won't work I jinx it🤣🤣🤣🤣

Free Taehyung Free Jennie FREE GDRAGON🤣🤣🤣

but really I just wanted her to be gay😒

I hate it here.

GOLDY

[klarsynt-arc]

know we're not like, mutuals, but can i still send u my url idk 🤔🤧

2014 style blog rates for the nostalgia || @dervoured

do i follow them: never why did i follow them: it’s been so long i really don’t remember what blog i followed you on it was just cursed t100 times but you were neat. did u know at one time i thought you didn’t like me because of issues with She Who Shall Not Be named. now look at us  do we role play: idk i don’t think we have a single thread do i want to role play with them: neh an au idea for our muses: when are we gonna work on them magicians au’s huH a song for our muses:  maybe we should make another playlist but for songs about our muses because there’s too many to list.  but ‘over you’ by ingrid michaelson does have those good exes with feelings vibes we adore  do i ship our muses: always. every time. gimme more bitch what i think about the mun: you’re my bestie and you’re never getting rid of me so 🔪 fr though i adore you to the moon and back!!  you are so talented and breathe life into so many muses it always amazes me. the way you bring so much energy and enthusiasm into plots and dynamics is really so wonderful. you’re one of those people i can always count on to be happy to jump head first into ideas. i’m just love you  overall opinion:  good soup 👌 the literal reason this blog has gotten so far and tantalus became what it is today!! we rly just made our own little fandom after the mess that was t100 and now we are tHRIVING!!!! and it makes me so happy we’ve got ourselves a nice little community.  and a healthy one without all the waCK we had to go through before.  it just feel so happy and at home both here on tumblr and just! having you as a friend in general!! also bc of you i am closer to kris and tia and have this lil friend group that makes me feel so safe and happy and i just :’) emo about it y’all are my fam  blog rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10000000000

[seungminhos]

let's spread love today! choose 10 (or more) biases / friends / people and shower them with compliments! pass this on as much as you can

@seungminsmile not to be sappy but i dont know what i’ll do without you please stop spending your money on pcs and slogans and please for the love of god dont even consider being a minnie fansite

@vampcb97 we are clown to clown communication.jpg and i love how we are just connected.. all jokes aside youre so thoughtful and caring and i know you work so hard to just.. get through it all. i want you to take care of yourself better!! and that you deserve a whole lot of love babey

@lovereturns all you do is clown me for a whole lot of things but i know u love me 😌😌😌 that is all the end.. JK you make such great content what will the multifandom mess u are do without u huh

@seungjin-chan thanks for listening to all of my rants about fics😭 youre such a talented writer :( and the way we have the same mind.. yet all u do is make me *burst to tears*

@jisquish i dont remember a stay tungle without you like we’ve both been here for SO long.. youre so funny and caring and like!!! i hope everything is going well for u i love u >:(

@minboo I KNOW we just started talking but talking to u is so easy... and youre so talented and i love ur graphics so much 🥺💓 love u queenie heres to more gossiping together

@3rachaz what would jisung nation do without u i dont know.. i love ur gifs and also i love seeing u talk and interact w ur anons even tho i have no idea what youre talking about 😭 pls wait for me britt i will start my jisung sexy agenda soon

@hyunjins bro.. u are my Bro... thanku for providing us gifs like skz tumblr would literally d*e without u.. haleigh be like *sits down* bc its tiring to carry the whole entire fandom on ur back

@luvknow MAAM i miss seeing u here 🥺 i hope youre doing well and im assuming that thing going on w ur boy is still going on.. 😌 thanks for making me laugh and ur sexy ass fics that makes me lose my mind

@spookybins my other Bro.. ik we’ve only interacted from asks and replies but 😭 youre so funny i hope we can talk more.. also thanku for ur service in like 4 other different fandoms i’ll always remember u miss rowoonie

@jinlix the sweetest :( you are SO kind to me... and your love for your biases is so :(((( its so sweet and ur gfxs!! the gorgeousness!! ilu bubs

@boolix you spread so much positivity here its so *flowers emoji* and ofc one of the sweetest person ik here is a felix stan 🥺 ur gifs are gorgeous and i hope u take care of urself a whole lot. MWAH

@leeminho-s i know we literally have never interacted before but like. this must be said i appreciate you a whole lot as a minhonator 😭 i love your gifs its always so pretty just !! like thanku. a whole lot. hehe🤧