#they’re so stupid aaaaaaa

[dolls-self-ships]

how to talk to girls

step 1. ?????

[hana-no-seiiki]

YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT ME NOT F*CK ME!

yan! school grass (most handsome/perfect guy)/rival x crossdresser! male! reader x yan! friends - part one

tw/cw: mention of abusive parents (but not reader’s) and yandere themes. also your rival has some repressed sexual urges, he really needs to get laid or some head or something-

just read migi and dali and gahd NOW I WANNA WRITE A WHOLE CROSSDRESS /GENDERBENDER BL NOVEL IM IN HORRID ROTTING

Like I imagine this the best with stoic and/or tsun yans the best. You know those types that want to be perfect but only feels perfect when they’re with reader.

ive always loved these tropes as a kid, from mulan to that one tawog episode where darwin fell in love with fem! gumball and like this was even before i knew i wasnt cis but gahd AAAAAAA

also inspired by @moyazaika ‘s rival work. go read it!!

but anyways have the fic, lowercase intentional for first part to differentiate povs.

it was a dare given by your friend group earlier last weekend. wear the girls uniform and a wig for the entire month. it was easy to get the materials necessary for the most part. your mother had several wigs and was more than happy to style her son in feminine clothing. she was just amazing and supportive about your whims like that.

it didn’t take long for you to realize that no one recognized you in your new look.

the day started like many of your other ones at the school, you’d race your rival as the first one in class and whoever wins gets rights to a smug look on their face until the next thing you guys eventually compete on.

but unlike the crestfallen expression you expected — nay wanted — from that stupid pretty boy, you were greeted by what you could only described as complete bafflement.

“what?” despite having a different reaction from what you imagined, you managed to keep a composed appearance. “cat got your tongue?”

“ah. . .”

and that were the only words he said to you the entire day. nothing else. not a single groan of anger whenever you answered everything correctly, he didn’t even attempt at stopping you mid-way or disagree with you answer simply because he wanted to annoy you.

and so you couldn’t help it, as soon as the bell rang signalling lunch time you swiftly turned around to face him.

“are you alright?”

you inquired. not at all worried about his well-being at the slightest. you hated him with all your being after all and you didn’t make an effort to be soft with your tone either.

“h-huh?” he looked dazed. like his head had been in the clouds and you just yanked him down to ground.

your rival never got distracted.

“you—“ you reached out about to smack his face to keep him in check.

“if you’ll excuse me!” he smacked your hand out of the way, screeched at you, and then left in a hurry to who knows where.

nevermind that was definitely him. that silly brat hated it whenever you touched him. he must have just been having issues at home again or something.

Haoyu was trembling — shaking uncontrollably as his breaths turned more shallow by the second. His heart was pumping blood in places of his body where it shouldn’t have been in the middle of school hours. Sweat lined his entire skin and it didn’t help how the bathroom he rushed into had nothing to keep the temperature down.

Who were you?

You sat at his rival’s seat. That nasty kid that always got in his nerves. No one questioned the boy’s absence and he would have asked the teachers on what had happened if you didn��t suddenly take his breath away.

You were, ethereal. Otherworldy even. When he first saw you he was taken away by the way your hair moved in the wind (if only he knew . . .).

Still, he was far too distracted by [Y/N]’s absence to properly let the feeling simmer.

Then, all that went away when you reeled in his mind back at you again at class. You were incredible, capable, intelligent, and oh so perfect. But unlike that stupid child that usually sat in front of him, he did not feel an ounce of envy at all.

If only who could see your eyes as you spoke; the tone of your voice conveyed so much passion that he wanted to see in those beautiful (e/c) orbs.

And his prayers were granted by none other than the goddess that is you,

“Are you alright?”

Your voice? Oh your voice! Haoyu’s heard it already of course, but each new time you spoke it was like a whole new melody, a new piece that immediately turned into his favorite.

His mind was too fried with these thoughts, thoughts that his parents would no doubt beat out of him if they found out.

His feels the parts down there suddenly move. He wasn’t completely unfamiliar with the phenomenon. He wasn’t without his hormones after all. But this was the first time it ever reacted that way so strongly, like if he didn’t give it attention himself it’d explode.

“Mmph…”

And for the time in his entire life, Haoyu does something he knew his parents would definitely be disappointed if not livid about. A hand on his mouth, and another in his school uniform’s pants.

lunch time.

you usually spent those studying or preparing for the next class as hanging out with your friends always ended with you being too distracted to do schoolwork but today you had to show up with ‘proof’ that you went through with their dare.

“yiran ? yichen ?”

no response.

you sighed. as usual, the twins were late. what did you expect? those two would be caught dead before they could be early much less found in the library.

and so you spent the entire time reading,

unaware of the crowd that formed around you while you were busy studying.

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Mercs x gn reader who’s blind? They’re not a fighter or something but they help around keeping the base in check or something, they have really good hearing.

Can tell the guys apart from their footsteps, even catching Spy off guard when they noticed him sneaking about.

One thing they want to familiarize with the Mercs are their face shapes. They may not see them with their eyes but they picture them to match their voices. GN Reader adores being around these noisy men.

TF2 Mercs with a blind reader (Most notably Spy..)

Warning: Brainless imbeciles

EDIT: I MISREAD THIS ASK IM SORRY THE BLIND READER IS A MERC AAAAAAA

Scout:

-He is wracked at first with the misinformation surrounding blindness. At first, he thinks your world is completely dark. Night-time type of darkness and you have no ways of seeing his shape whatsoever. Which might be half true for some of you, but imagine his awe when you look directly at him after being spoken to. You could hear this idiot nagging from a mile away.

- “Wait, so do you know i’m white?” “I’m blind, Scout. Not stupid.”

- He’s clearly been unsocialized to those with vision impairment. It shows in his borderline stupid behavior. Waves his bat in front of your face and then winces when you angrily grab it and yank it away from him. Thats when he discovers that blind people typically don’t enjoy that. Gee, you learn something new everyday!

- Runs really fast by you on the battlefield and your face follows the exact direction from where he came from to where he was going. He saw this for a split second and needless to say, he envies your heightened hearing. You had a mildly interested expression the entire time. As if trying to discern if that was an enemy scout or not. Hmm, no. It’s definitely your scout. Nobody else uses that pretentious ass expensive cologne from tuefort’s strip mall. You wanted to gag.

- You could hear him easier than any other merc. His footsteps were simply too evident and easy to identify due to the rhythmic fast-pace. Like an annoying fly buzzing past your ear. (In all honesty, you’re not too far off.) Scout gave himself away way too easily and it concerned you a bit.

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Soldier:

- “LOOK ME IN THE EYES WHEN I’M SPEAKING TO YOU, ROOKIE!” Soldier says confidently. You glare and say “Well I’d do that if I could see where your fucking eyes are.” aaaaand cue soldier’s immediate realization and instant guilt. These men seriously just speak out of their ass impulsively like babies.

- Bumps into you on accident in the hallway a few times and you certainly don’t need vision to know he opens his mouth in protest before immediately closing it and apologizing profusely for not being mindful enough toward your position. In fact this is beginning to happen a lot more than the other mercs for some reason.. The other ones EASILY move out of your way or make space politely. Yes, even Spy and Medic.

- You approach him one day; and you ask him if he might consider he has vision problems as well. Soldier quietly ponders the thought before audibly shrugging. You shake your head and ask him if he has any blurry vision, blind spots and whatnot. He mentions the top half of his eyes are pretty much dark. You blink for a second, then reach out to touch his head. Feeling something hard and metal.. You pull it off his head and he’s like “HOLY MOLY MARY MOTHER OF ROCKET JUMPING CHRIST! YOU FIXED MY BLINDNESS, PRIVATE! YOU MUST BE A DESCENDANT OF THE GOOD LORD JESUS!” Yes, it was his oversized helmet.

- You rub the bridge of your nose for a moment, utterly fucking tired and it’s not even ten yet.

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Demoman:

- SAME HAT! Sort of. Demoman is missing an eye, and his blind spot is annoying. You’ve both sort of unintentionally bonded over your poor eyes and after memorizing where his blind spot was, you make sure to walk up behind him in that exact area to startle him. Which usually results in both of you howling in laughter.

- You nervously ask demoman to be your eyes on the battlefield one day while anxiety is quite intense. Demoman shakes his head in irritation. “Ye do know I have horrible depth perception, everybody and der mother is movin at mach 10!?” and you respond “Great! We’re fucked.” You were indeed not fucked. Both of you managed to tough it out by ears alone. You make a great team and demoman is blessed to have you. You protect each other expertly.

- If you happen to have a white cane by any chance, prepare to do childish pretend sword battles with him during dinner time. Don’t worry, he’s using a broom. God knows that eyelander would actually try to kill you and everyone else in the room. Miss pauling is very displeased by your guys’ table manners.

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Engineer:

- You inspire him a bit. He was always a bit secretly doubtful of his own abilities after losing his hand in battle. It gave him a nagging insecurity that he’d fuck up in some way, or was no longer qualified due to his disability. You completely destroyed that insecure side of him. The way you effortlessly kill and complete your missions has made him feel better.

- You’re in his workshop one night, and you’ve memorized pretty much the entire layout of the room as this point. Minus maybe a few annoying bolts on the ground here and there that you dance over. You approach him and put your hands on his shoulder. Which he responds to by rubbing your left hand. “So uh, are you making some weird contraption that’ll fix my eyesight or something?” You ask as a joke.

- Engineer sounds offended by such a thing. “You don’t feel broken, do you? I’m not doing that.” He says sternly. “You’re not broken, Y/N. If you want I can make somethin’ partner but there’s nothing wrong with you and I don’t want you to feel that way. You’re no toy to be fixed so that everyone else is somehow comfortable! If ‘em boys are bothering you why I oughta—“

- You sigh in slight exasperation from the random dad rant but in the inside you’re thankful for his words. You hug him tightly in gratitude to shut him up and then feel a cold metal touch your arm. You look down, unable to discern the shape of the object. But it’s undoubtedly robotic-feeling. “Whats that?” You ask. Engineer pauses. Realizing he had taken his glove off. He realizes now’s a good time to remind you he’s on your side. He strokes you with his metal hand to soothe you. “Let’s just say we aren’t too different in some respects, sugar.” And his words is what makes you realize what it is.

- You drag the metal hand to your cheek and feel the cool claws against your skin. The thumb of the machinery rubs your chin.

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Heavy:

- He figures out you’re blind right away and he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. He finds everybody equally annoying, like I said beforehand. You’ll notice as aforementioned he moves out of your way in the hallway however and aids you around the building whenever you ask him. He seems to care.

- He asks you how big he is from your perspective. You can answer that pretty confidently. The truth of the matter is that he’s the most recognizable due to his large body, rumbling voice, and massive footsteps. He nods and slightly smiles with reassurance. Good. Even those with eyesight problems know he’s dangerous. excellent. Just the way he likes it.

- Heavy fully trusts in your abilities and makes no attempts to help you in battle unless you ask. He’s seen you bash heads in one too many times without much thought and it’s safe to say they made a great call hiring you. Clearly you don’t let being blind affect your work whatsoever. In a weird sort of way, he feels oddly proud of you but won’t ever voice it outloud.

- You save him from a Spy and this causes a distant, disheveled look in his eyes as you run off and he stops whirling his gun. It isn’t often his kindness is rewarded like this. (Also now he’s wondering if he should ask Medic to give him supersonic hearing.)

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Pyro:

- Pyro doesn’t realize you’re blind at all at first. It’s just not something they think much about when accessing new friends. His mind isn’t on scoping out their inherent “flaws” but rather scoping out how well you treat the others around you. Which is an odd thing for Pyro considering they’re quite content on vandalizing shit, disregarding people’s worldly positions and their feelings on it, and overall being an unforgiving nutcase who’d 100% bite off all the heads of their animal crackers and put them back in the box.

- Once they figure out you’re actually not here to cause damage, they seem to warm up fast. Pun intended. I think the moment they realize something’s wrong is when they silently point out a sniper around the corner with their pointer finger and you don’t even flinch. In their stead, Soldier audibly reminds you. This causes pyro to re-think how you might perceive some stuff.

- They begin to psychoanalyze you more out of habit. You seem to disregard a lot of certain visual stimuli in favor of sound. Without even asking you they figure out after a while that you’re blind and quickly adjust their behavior to better accommodate you. Instead of pointing at danger for example, they grab your hand and make you point at it… Which works, I mean. But he could just speak, y’know? It’s not like you can’t hear them better than anyone else over that gas mask.

- Pyro figures out how to convey signals to you without having to do the hard task of speaking. Two taps on your shoulder meant spy, one tap meant sentry around corner, and so on. Not only did this hide his intentions from the enemy team but helped you team up with them quickly.

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Sniper:

- Ugh.. Sniper is much like Scout in the sense that he has no clue how to respond to a blind person. He quickly assumes you’re inept at first and begins prioritizing your position on the battlefield more than anyone else. Shooting down key targets that get too close to you; or get in a quarrel with you. It’s flattering really but you can hold your own in a fight just fine. This is affecting your performance.

- You admittedly lose your mind and yell at him. But to be honest he had it coming with his stupid assumptions. Sniper doesn’t even complain nor move a muscle as you shout at him and storm off. He immediately feels regretful and tips his hat forward. Once again he’s lost another potential friend to his own behavior. “I was only trying to keep you alive.” He mutters to himself as he turns away. Unbeknownst to him, you heard it.

- Convinced, you sigh and walk back to him and run down the fact that you’re independent, and that you appreciated it but it’s important you complete things by yourself. Then you bitterly apologize for yelling at him. You could have swore you heard a soft “Sorry too…”

- This unexpected softness from a hard rough and tough guy like Sniper is what makes you reconsider him. He’s willing to fess up and apologize for having a bias. He just sucks at it. You forgive him hesitantly and you learn to not regret that later. Because he soon learns that you’re simply equal to all the other mercs and treats you as such.

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Medic:

- Come on now, really? He already has his hands on your medical history the moment you walk through the door. He doesn’t skip a beat whenever idly scanning for things he should keep note of. Medic never even asks you if you’re blind. He simply acts as though he’s always known. Opening doors for you, directing you if you truly need it. Aggressively shoving the other mercs out of the way to make way for you so he doesn’t need to tend to BOTH your wounds.

- At first you suspected him to go crazy over time and check your eyesight curiously like a wet specimen in a jar. But his indifference is.. Slightly unnerving. You decide to enter his office and hesitantly remind him that you’re blind. Because you genuinely don’t know at this rate.

- “So..?” He asks. Rather rudely at that. You want to exhale loudly in anger so badly. Why was everyone in this fuckin’ place so mean?? Medic takes his glasses off and readjusts the position of his desk papers. “Should I act upon this more and enforce more adjustments?”

- “No—“ You say slowly. “I didn’t know you even knew. Normally you’d go crazy with curiosity whenever someone is even mildly different than you in an attempt to understand them.” You tell him. This causes him to sort of put his fist to his lips and snort. Holding back a laugh. “What? You think I haven’t met a blind person before? You’re forgetting i’m a doctor. Plus that just means we’re safer with you around. I’d rather not be backstabbed a thousand times each round anymore.”

- Agh.. That explains it. That yellow folder on the table with the blurry photo of your image also explains it.

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Spy:

- FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- His poor pride is in pieces on the ground whenever you’re nearby. The other mercs can visibly see his fists clench into a ball and swear they see his eye twitch. Scout especially wonders if you’re going to be the one who finally blows his lid. Why? JUST WHY? Why can you hear him when nobody else can? He’s like a magician the way he disappears into the shadows. So why does it not affect you?

- He’s superior in every way and he knows it. So why is it whenever he’s lightly walking along the hallway to have a smoke break that you turn around and greet him? Truly, nobody else walks as gently and lightly as he does. His footwork to your ears is like a tiptoeing predator in the bushes the way he walks so slowly to achieve stealth. He freezes in place and grits his teeth everytime you do this… Then suppresses his own unholy wrath and stumbles away.

- .. You’re making him needlessly paranoid. He can’t work under these conditions. If you can sense him, then surely eventually the other team will? Congratulations on singlehandedly causing this old man work related silent panic attacks. His hair is falling out more than usual and he’s staring at himself in the mirror, with a dead gone expression. Staring into the void. He’s dissociating now.

- Tries to outsmart your own heightened senses in any way he can. The closest he’s gotten is maybe sneaking into your room while you were asleep to check your drawer and you woke up due to the sound of the drawer opening. After rolling around to face him, his cat-like eyes in the darkness disappeared as fast as they came in. WHOOOOSHHHhh went his cloak. You could even hear him tapping his watch in the process. Really, you didn’t understand how he was such a huge threat to the other team.

[icypenguin]

★~ Streamer!venti headcanons!

heyyy how’s everyone doinggg? sorry for the messy schedule by the way, i was in a writers block and can’t really figure out what you guys would like.. but i hope this is enough! so without further ado, please enjoyyyy!

-streamer!venti who would play horror name ‘just for fun’ cuz he thinks he’s brave enough to face the fear, yet he got goosebumps just by the title screen and background music.

-streamer!venti who loves pokémon and sonic the most. he has a full collection of their funko pop figures.

-streamer!venti who’s got the famous and iconic squeal when he’s excited.

-streamer!venti who often streams with his friend in aim to complete a horror game but they ended up chatting about how unicorns are fake and their delusions on them becoming a business man...

-streamer!venti who does those kawaii neko girl dances just for fun but ended up getting viral and teased for it.

-streamer!venti who always includes you to his stream, even if it’s just you watching him or greeting chat.

-streamer!venti’s chat who has been asking since ages a go if you guys are dating and even started to make a ship page about you both.

~ small drabble ~

“CHAT CHAT CHAT HELP MEEE HELP ME WHERE- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS THE KEY- THE STUPID WAFFLELING KEY SHUTUP MONSTER SHUTUP YOU BIG POOPYHEADDDDDD” venti was screaming his lungs out by the horrors he got from the video game, not minding what could possibly happen if your neighbours have heard it. “shh venti quiet down! you’re being too loud!” you opened the door quickly to shush venti down, remembering what happened by the last time when venti screamed in the middle of the night… “oh yeah- sorry! AAAAAAA OPEN THE DOOR OPEN THE DOOR-THE KEY WONT WORK STUPID KEY STUPID STUPID STUPIDDDD” he was too focused on the screen that he even forgot what you just said. “VENTI! i told you to quiet down!” this behaviour or venti was tiring but still, you stayed with him even if you can’t have good rest. “oopsies… sorry y/n i- sighs i was so close to reaching the end!” he was now devastated since the monster succeeded to catch him and slash him in the game. both of his hands were placed on his hair as his elbows were on the table. another defeat of another game that he was on the edge to finish. you noticed what happened by his expression and felt guilt drowning your emotions. “ah- sorry.. i disturbed you, didn’t i?” you got closer to venti, patting his head in hope to cheer him up. “it’s fine y/n.. it was my fault too.. i should’ve been more careful” he looked up to see you with shimmering eyes, a mix of devastation and guilt. meanwhile you both were comforting eachother, chat was going crazy by the more-than-friends contact!

ilovegummybear456: SHIPPPPP

elgatofan1267: AWWW THEY’RE SO CUTEEE

pizzaburritoslice: OMG VENTI X Y/N CONFIRMED???

wigllyjellyyyyyies: SHIP NAME RN????

pandalover02: THEY’RE LITERALLY CUDDLING?!?!!?!?!?!

and the rest were filling the chats with love emojis… upon focusing on the screen again, you both were suddenly in a blushing mess as chat goes wild about this. neither of you were brave enough to speak so soon, but he finally did it. “so- shall we play pokémon shining pearl now?” he cleared his throat before saying and tried to move on to another topic, but chat resist and kept on spamming love emojis and teasings. “ughh guyss stop ittt! we’re just roomatessss!” he whined to make them stop while you giggled at this. “well chat, time for me to go! oh and- dinner in 30 minutes, kay?” “okie dokie!” he shot you and thumbs up and went back into his stream. now chat was teasing about you taking care of him, feeding him, cooking for him.. well, goodluck for him to escape out of this naggings!

TYSM FOR READINGGG! hope u all liked this one! please have a nice dayy!

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. thankyou for supporting! ୨♡୧

[sheyfu]

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬?

𝖿𝗍: 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗈 + 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈 x 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗈

— 𝖼𝗐: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍; 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍; 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌; 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿; 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽-𝗎𝗉? 𝗂𝖽𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗁 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 😓😓😓

— 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝖼; 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾; 𝖨 𝖧𝖮𝖯𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖨𝖥𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖥𝖩𝖲𝖥 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗁𝗆 𝗆𝗁𝗆; 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 (?); proofread! (𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗂𝖾 @dreamisols 𝖨𝖫𝖸𝖸𝖸𝖸); also 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗁𝗁𝖾 𝖨 𝖧𝖮𝖯𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖨𝖳𝖳𝖳𝖳 <33333

𝗐𝖼: 3.5𝗄 (𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗆𝗀)

the sounds of rushed keyboard clicking and muffled shouts sound around the dimly lit room.  

“i’m telling you they’re in A!” a whiny voice sounds through a headset, frustrated that their own teammates won’t listen.  

“no, stupid! who goes for A in split?” another voice interjects, this time rough and degrading. 

their shallow argument continues as the game progresses—even getting worse, as both are killed due to their carelessness. 

“ladies, ladies. calm down now, yeah?” a smooth voice interrupts, shutting the two players up. “if both of you weren’t soooo obsessed with each other, maybe you would’ve noticed them rushing to B…you dimwits!” you scoff and mute them, holding yourself back from smashing your keyboard and throwing your mouse at your computer.

“stuupid…” a tired and lazy voice slurs out from beside you as you continue to grumble about players like them.

“i swear to god sei, these people are the fucking worse! i’m just trying to play the damn game and they won’t shut the fuck up–”

“BOO”

“AAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK?!”

your rant gets cut off by the door slamming open and the bright fluorescent lights turning on. you try to get back into the game and finish your two remaining enemies off, but you end up getting killed after blindly walking into enemy territory. luckily your duo, nagi seishiro, pulls through and clutches the game. 

“guys, guess what!” 

you slowly turn around with a scowl on your face. “mikage reo..” 

“hello to you too, my dear sibling! look! i had this made at- AAAAAAH”

“so anyways, as i was saying before i got rudely interrupted..” reo places an emphasis on ‘rudely’ while looking at you with a scowl—bandaged face mirroring yours perfectly.

“it’s not my fault! i was just doing my shit and trying to prove a point, you eggplant!” you quip, grabbing a pillow.

“oh please! just admit you’re a shit player!” the purple-haired child scoffs and shrugs, seemingly content with the way you react to his mocking. 

“you little shit-” you grumble, ready to aim the pillow at his head.

before you could even attack your brother, you feel two arms wrap around your figure, successfully preventing you from storming over to him.

“sei, i swear i love you very much, but i have to settle this... mikage vs. mikage...” you say, rolling up the sleeves of your (nagi’s) hoodie. 

“no. ‘m tired.. let me sleep.” you feel his breath against the nape of your neck when he whispers to you. looking behind, you see him already on the verge of sleep. he’s so pretty. slowly, you bring your hand up to his hair, playing with the strands gently—a small smile creeping up on your face.

however, the moment is short lived as you get interrupted by the living purple jumpscare you're currently co-existing with. 

“NO NAGI DON’T SLEEP YET” reo screams and jumps on the bed, taking you by surprise. 

you whip your head towards him and grab his hair. “YOU DUMB FUCK CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S SLEEPING?” 

“THAT’S BECAUSE I DESPERATELY NEED TO SAY SOMETHING!” he grabs your hair back.

ah, sibling love indeed.

your banter ensues, and the white-haired boy stirs awake. “stop.” 

the siblings slowly turn their heads towards him, wide-eyed, and staring guiltily.

“we’re sorry–”

“save it. what were you going to say anyway?” the boy in question stares at them with a look, subtle annoyance plastered on his face.

“i- well- uhm so i got this machine made at the factory..!” reo nervously chuckles, “for ghost hunting, yeah! aha aha… i’ve always wanted to go ghost hunting so i asked them to make this! genius, am i right, my dear kin?” your brother looks at you with a nervous smile.

“of course! yes! very genius! i expected nothi-” you cough “i mean… i expected the best from you! how could i not! right, my dear brother?” you grimace, while your purple-haired sibling goes in for a hug.

what a way to sell the act.

your boyfriend looks at the both of you with a raised eyebrow and crosses his arms. “seriously? a ghost hunting machine?” 

“of course! pretty genius, right? that’s my broth– GHOST HUNTING!?” you push reo away in horror.

“no. nonono nO NO! you CANNOT convince me to go ghost hunting with you.” you say in distress, slowly backing up to hide behind nagi.

“but this is a once in a lifetime experience, y/n! who knows? maybe you’ll end up liking this!” reo perks up, slowly inching towards the two of you. “come on now, y/n. don’t wanna be a killjoy now, do we?” wide purple eyes stare at you menacingly, his grabby hands inching towards you. 

“nagi please save me from this thing!” you cry out, holding onto his hoodie like a lifeline. 

“let’s do it.” nagi speaks up, his eyes sparkling as a small rare smile grows on his face.

“okay! it’s settled then! we’ll leave tomorrow at 2 in the morning and- AUHG!” 

you cut him off by throwing a pillow at his face. 

“NO SEI! don’t believe him! he’s probably gonna drag us to an abandoned facility and leave me to die so he could have you all to himself!” you say as you point to your brother who’s currently on the floor (being his dramatic self).

“aw c’mon now! why’d you think that?” your brother looks at you with his creepy close-eyed smile, shivering whatever timbers you had inside you. “plus…you can’t say no to nagi, can you?” 

smug fuck. i wanna fucking punch the living life out of him.

you then go in front of nagi, holding his shoulders as you stare at him and point towards the bane of your existence . “listen, sei. that man.. is a menace! a monster! and a murderer! he’ll do anything–and i mean ANYTHING–to have you all to himsel– mmmhp!” 

you feel cold fingers grab your cheeks as you get pulled to its source. your heart starts pounding when you realize what your boyfriend was doing. 

oh my fucking god.

he pulls away after a couple of seconds, slow breaths fanning your face as he places his forehead against yours. 

“guys i hope you know i’m still he- EUGH” 

poor reo gets hit again with a pillow—by nagi this time. 

“love.” voice airy and quite needy. 

“oh no not with that tone now, seishiro.” you try your best to turn away from him, only to be pulled again, landing on his chest as he cradles your head and plants a kiss on it.

“it’s just like what reo said: it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.” you hear, no. feel the smirk in his voice for some reason. 

“don’t push it.” you push him away for real now, feeling no resistance and crossing your arms.

he reaches out to you, grabbing a lock of your hair. “if you go with us then… i’ll be your muse for your next project.” he says as he gives you a peck.

“how does that sound? hm?” 

you’ve always thought you never had any weaknesses. of course, as a mikage, you were raised and polished to not have any. and with your family’s motto to “do it no balls”, you really did do it no balls.

but in this moment, you’re certain you’ve found your one weakness. words and non-verbal cues were always your strongest suits—yet you found yourself helpless and taken aback. words of retaliation dying on your tongue as you figure out what the fuck’s wrong with you. 

mama didn’t raise me to be no pussy. 

with a deep breath, you resign yourself to fate.

“fine. let’s see the damned machine then.” 

so now, as scheduled, you find yourself in front of an abandoned house in the middle of the night, dressed in a stupid ghostbusters costume and… 

a day before your birthday. 

“what a great way to die before the age of twenty.” gritting your teeth, you turn your headlight on, slowly walking towards the building and opening its gate. “come on, you slowpokes! thought you wanted to do this.” rolling your eyes, you scan the room—dust and piles of wood everywhere. in the corner of your eye, a ceramic catches your attention. 

“man! it’s dusty in here alright!” you hear reo speak up, hauling his “weapon” on his shoulder as nagi stands beside him, sporting his own ghostbuster gear. 

“i’m sleepy…” your boyfriend mumbles as he rubs his eyes.

you look back at them with a raised eyebrow. “don’t fall asleep just now, sei. we’re just getting started.” you turn back to look at the interesting ceramic in front of you—its intricate patterns drawing you in. 

it looks pretty new… that’s kinda creepy.

you bring your camera out, taking pictures of it from all angles. putting rubber gloves on, you carefully hold it, inspecting the inside, as well as the bottom.

“uhhhhh, y/n….” your brother’s worried tone reaches your ears as you turn your head towards him.

“hmm? scared? wanna back out now?” you tease him, a smirk on your face as you carefully set the piece down. “nothing even happened yet.”

you start walking towards them, strides long and fast. as you were about to call out to your boyfriend who was absorbed in whatever the fuck he saw, you hear a sound.

*clomp clomp clomp*

your walking halts as you feel cold invade your body, your heart beating a little faster than moments ago.

“hmm? was that you, reo? have something to show me?” nagi asks as he stands from his crouched position, looking towards your sibling.

“no the fuck not. that was NOT me.” the boy in question says nervously, his hands producing little tremors.

“maybe it was just me. right guys? yeah, that was probably me! no sweat!” you laugh nervously. trying to convince yourself more than them. "see! i'm walking! aha aha!" your voice cracks as you continue walking towards them.

“but y/n…you’re walking in a puddle of water…” nagi’s monotone voice reaches your ears as you look at the ground you’re walking on.

well shit.

“maybe it’s just us! yeah! our imagination! why don’t we go somewhere else, yeah?” you hurriedly say as you rush over to nagi and reo, grabbing their hands and brisk walking further into the facility.

and because of how scared you are, you don't notice one of your many polaroids in your wallet fly out and land on the wet, muddy ground beside the ceramic.

“well then! from now on, we are definitely NOT going our own ways.” you sigh, already tired from just brisk walking.

i’m so unfit for this.

after walking around the facility for a couple of minutes, you stumble upon a staircase.

“okayyy, now that we’re somewhere else, let’s go up now, shall we?” you hesitantly say as you look at your entourage. 

time to do it no balls then.

"woaahhh, cool." looking at the male child beside you, his eyes sparkling and wide.

you look at your surroundings, enamoured by the paintings splayed on the walls.

even in this old facility, the paintings still look good as new. i wanna steal one..

as you drag your two luggages, you see a room at the end of the hallway.

"i wanna go in there." nagi points at the door

"okay-"

"NO. WE ARE NOT GOING TO GO THERE." purple hair screams in your ear.

fuckin' bitch. god gave you vocal chords to talk. not fucking scream like a maniac.

"we're going in there. if you don't want to, we're leaving you alone out here." you say as you let go of their arms, starting to walk towards the room with nagi close behind you.

opening the door, you instinctively cover your nose as dust invades your nostrils. you step to the side, letting your boyfriend in. as he was about to close the door, a distant voice echoes towards you two.

"okay okay! i'll come with you! wait for me!"

you laugh at your brother, "you suggested this idea, don't be so scared now, little bro." you tease him as he grabs the door and holds it open.

"shut up." he catches up to the both of you, out of breath—assuming his position and grabbing your hand.

still not grown up, huh? you think, smiling as you ruffle his hair.

"just please don't let go of my hand AAAAAH WHAT THE FUCK" your brother screams in terror for whatever reason.

"why?! what's the problem?!" you panic, wincing as his grip on your hand tightens.

"guys i think i'm gonna fucking die i just felt something touch my neck I FELT SOMETHING TOUCH MY FUCKING NECK" he wails like a baby.

"oooo look y/nnnn, it's a sculpture." your boyfriend's voice slurs out from your left side.

"IM GONNA FUCKING CRY IM SO SCARED WHAT THE FUCK WAHT THE FUCK WHA TTH EFUCK"

what the hell we were just giggly and shit awhile ago what the fuck happened.

"y/n y/n look it's a sculpture." nagi calls to you once again, pointing at something in the distance.

what the fuck is happening.

"y/n, y/n!"

"IM GONNA DIE FUCK FUCK FUCK IM TOO YOUNG."

your head starts hurting because of reo's screaming as well as the dust floating around the room. you don't pay attention to it though—continuing to explore around the room.

"oooo look. there's another one."

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IM GONNA DIE BEFORE TWENTY SHIT FUCK FUCK"

you take a deep breath before speaking. "alright boys, one by one. i know i have two ears but one of you practically murdered my ear and i'm now only hearing from–"

what the fuck was that.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID THAT THING JUST MOVE" your purple-haired pest screams in your ear.

"this is like fnaf but better. reo, get the machine out. it's time to neutralize this thing." another white-haired pest speaks up, his voice confident and unwavering.

"YOU HAVE YOUR OWN, NAGI"

"i don't. i left it at the entrance. too heavy."

meanwhile, you're still frozen in your spot, going over what the fuck just happened.

did that actually happen or was i just being delusional...

as the two pests banter, you don't notice the two figures nagi pointed at awhile ago slowly inching towards you—still deep into your pondering and vulnerable.

it was only when their shadows were looming over you that you noticed them. feeling chills travel up your spine. you look up, seeing two pairs of beady eyes—bodies ragged and cracks on their surface.

holy fucking shit. are those fucking weeping angels..?

"guys.." you whispered to your two companions.

"NAGI DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO WEAR IT AT ALL TIMES?!"

"too much of a hassle :x"

"guys..." you told them—a little louder this time.

"I EVEN TOLD THEM TO MAKE IT LIGHTER FOR YOU"

"that's nice thanks."

"GUYS"

damn i sounded like a bitch.

but now's not the time to criticize yourself.

"WHAT?!" pest #1 answers you at the same wavelength.

you ignore his tone—the situation too grave to even care about respect and all that shit.

"we may have a slight problem." you shakily raise your finger to point at the two looming bodies.

"oh.."

"oh"

"yeah oh."

as your three continue to stare at the figures, one of them suddenly smiles. it fucking smiled what the fuck.

what in the fucking voodoo roblox minecraft doctor who witchcraft is this.

"guys...i think...it's time...to GET THE FUCK OUT AND RUN BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK WE ARE GONNA DIE." you shout as your grip on their arms tighten, running from the figures.

as the three of you reach the door, you look behind to see the two unmoving figures. yet their distance from the three of you were significantly closer.

why did they stop moving... is this the live adaptation of the mimic or a remake of doctor who because what the fuck.

"the door won't open." the voice on your right says in a slight panic. nagi start kicking the door open but to no avail, it doesn't open.

"WHAT?!" this time, it's your turn to scream as you try to open the door.

the door's locked. since when the fuck did it lock. and it's no ordinary door too.. who builds a metal door anyway?!

"holy fucking shit." your brother looks at you nervously, little tears in his eyes.

*krsh krsh*

"wait reo, sei. look at the figures. and don't stop looking at them until i say so!" you instruct them.

we're probably gonna die because of this but if my memory serves me right , and they're actually weeping angels, looking at the statues makes them stop moving. these bitches are turning me into a roblox kid what the hell. wait. but they're from doctor who too. so what does that make me?

you shake your head, stopping yourself from going off into dreamland.

"wait but–"

"they only move when we don't look at them. but if we do, they stop moving." you hurriedly explain, searching your pockets for a bobby pin.

dear god i love roblox so much please don't kill me i haven't finished the mimic yet.

"how'd you know that-"

"i'll explain later, just look at them. now!"

as you fish out a bobby pin, you try to unlock the door. and as expected, the sculptures stop moving. still, it doesn't make them any less scary.

okay, calm down, i can take my time with this. please mr doctor who and whoever the fuck made the mimic. be on my side...

you steady your hand, attempting to unlock the door once again.

"y/n... they're moving." you hear your boyfriend mutter.

what? what did he say? WHAT THE FUCK DID HE JUST SAY??!?

"no no no why are they moving? they aren't supposed to be moving. your eyes must be playing tricks on you sei." you try to convince yourself—heart rate increasing as you almost drop the hair pin.

"fuck no y/n they're actually moving.." purple hair says as he clutches your arm tighter.

holy shit. roblox is a liar. 

your hand starts to tremble more as the two continue to watch and tell you about the horror they're currently witnessing.

*click, click, click*

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEY'RE SO CLOSE TO US IS THAT LOCK DONE YET IM GONNA CRY" the screaming ensues once again, but at this point, you don't even care as you would too, only if you weren't busy with the damned lock.

fuck you too, doctor who.

"i'm almost fucking done wait two more clicks."

*click*

fucking faster please one more!

"y/n they're about a foot away from us." a calm, yet panicked voice speaks up.

"just one more fucking click-"

*click*

"OH MY GOD OKAY LETS GO IM DONE" you shout, slamming the door open and rushing out with the duo.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK WHY ARE THEY SO FAST"

you look behind as you see the two figures slowly, yet steadily catching up to you.

fuck i'm so fucking tired already.

the three of you reach the top of the staircase, hurriedly going down it with you almost tripping on the last step. luckily, someone saves you from face planting on the cemented floor and hoisting you on his shoulder.

you look back to your carrier to see familiar white hair.

damn i fucking love this man so much.

"C'MON NAGI WE'RE ALMOST THERE DON'T STOP RUNNING" your brother screams once more. relief washes over you as the gate enters your vision.

as the three of you near the gate, you try to take a picture of the sculptures.

i'm probably gonna get cursed doing this but fuck it.

snapping a couple of pictures, you fail to notice your favourite ceramic on the ground, now smashed with red smears all over it.

and the polaroid of the three of you, all muddy and ruined.

"holy fucking shit. that was the worst experience of my life, 0 out of 10 never doing that ever again." reo pants out, hands on his knees.

"it was fun though, not gonna lie." nagi says breathless, wiping his sweat with his sleeve as he slowly walks towards the car.

you're on the ground, lying down with an arm on your eyes.

"holy fucking shit. why did we do this again?" you breathe out heavily.

you're not sure why you're tired—you barely did any running.

"water?"

you uncover your eyes to see your boyfriend looking down at you with a small smile.

"thanks" you sit up, grabbing it and chugging half the bottle in just one drink.

you throw the bottle over to your brother, "drink up."

he looks at you with a tired smile on his face, before walking towards you, slowly and wobbly, then sitting beside you.

chugging the water, he breathes out heavily as he finishes the bottle. he looks at the two of you with a dopey smile,

"so...are we like, the ghost busters now?"

"you wish."

"also, how did you know they wouldn't move when we looked at the statues." nagi also sits beside you, his own bottle in his hand.

"roblox and doc who." you answer him with a sigh.

"seriously?" sweet potato questions.

"roblox is life, bruv. plus. doctor who was literally our childhood you doofus. i'm surprised you didn't know what the sculptures were." you say as you hit reo's head.  

except for the fact we almost died because of it. well. fiction is very different from reality. 

"shut the fuck up."

as you share laughs beneath the moonlight, you fail to notice an ashy figure watching the three of you in the distance—red smears and shards of glass decorating its body.

oh and would you look at that.

it has the polaroid of you three in its hand. 

[pearl-blue-musings]

Aaaaaaa I love wine night 😭💖 (i fear i may have missed a couple in the past) but i’m here now! and with angsty alhaitham thots 🫣😈 how do you think a really bad argument would go with alhaitham and reader? like i’m just imagining so many scenario’s rn and i just wanna dissect this man. i’m just interested in a hc you have of angry alhaitham/how he would handle a fight with his s/o. ya know?

anyway i hope you’re having a wonderful night, mootie. i’ve missed you lots 💖

Z!!!!!! I have missed you so so so much!!! 💜💜💜 I’m always down for an angsty alhaitham you know how much I love him 🙈

Kaveh hates having to be in the middle of arguments, so he’s finally not going to be. At first he wasn’t sure why you would date someone like Alhaitham but he’s not one to judge. Until tonight that is. He’s so tempted to leave his room but honestly his roommate had it coming.

“That scholar was absolutely flirting with you,” you almost scream. “How could you not tell?!”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes as he sits on the couch. “And like I’ve told you, there is nothing going on between us. Your insecurities are astounding.”

How dare he? Kaveh slaps his forehead at his roommates stupidity. “My insecurities?! You have got to be kidding me! Do you hear yourself? Says the person who got mad that Cyno asked for my expertise.”

“The general has had feelings for you for a long time,” Alhaitham responds, “everyone knows that. Why do you indulge him? Is it because he says those awful jokes? You have had such a terrible weakness for those.”

Kaveh can sense that you’ve rolled your eyes and start to pace. “And so what?! Everyone with eyes can see how attractive you are. You’ve had plenty of people confess to you but you were too stupid to realize it. You don’t hear what they say about me! That you should dump me, that I’m no good for the grand sage or grand scribe or whatever!”

“And why do you listen to them?” God, Kaveh wants to strangle his roommate. If he didn’t have a commission to finish up he’d be at your defense right now. “If they flirt with me then there’s nothing I can do. I can’t control them.”

“But you can at least reject their advances! Why can’t you see that? She kissed! Your! Cheek!”

“It was merely friendly.”

“A friendly kiss on the cheek?! Alhaitham do you hear yourself?! No one who is a friend should be kissing you like that!”

Kaveh is certain Alhaitham is about to say something incredibly stupid and hurtful. And unfortunately, he’s correct.

“Then should I not be giving you the same affection? You are my partner after all. I give or receive affection as it’s due.”

Kaveh actually slapped his face that time. With his ear pressed to the door, he can already hear you crying and haphazardly grabbing your things. “Your partner? Am I,” your voice breaks, “nothing more than a means to an end for you? Is this just another partnership to you? To achieve your goals?” By this point you’re openly sobbing and Kaveh wants nothing more than to hug you and slap his friend.

Alhaitham pauses to think. “I don’t think-“

“Fucking forget it,” you breathe out with exhaustion. “I’m out of here.”

“Sure, just walk away angry instead of talking about it like you always do.”

You push him then and make your way out of the house. The door slams quickly and that’s when Kaveh makes his move. “You’re a fucking idiot,” Kaveh sighs. “You basically said they’re not special to you and that you do this with everyone.”

Kaveh had never seen his roommate run so fast in his life, presumably to catch up to you and profusely apologize.

Elle’s Wine Night!!

[fryingpan1234567]

malconnor...hcs... for the soul... pls...

oh ANON, I would LOVE to

SO

(AAAAAAA I GOTTA FREAK OUT FIRST MY BOYS)

k anyways

I think at some point Travis comes back to camp to visit, and while he was gone Malcolm and Connor had gotten together

so over the course of the first few days he was like huh that’s funny my little brother made a new friend

huh that’s funny they’re really good friends

huh that’s funny they are making out against a wall “hEY C O N N O R !”

the shovel talk help😭🫠

anyways Travis gets used to it eventually it’s fineeee

I was actually about to write a Home Alone AU for the two of them in which they’re the only two at camp because Malcolm’s dad is on a cruise with his new gf, Connor’s mom is on a mission too dangerous to have company, Travis is at Katie’s family’s for break, Dionysus is back on Olympus, AND Chiron goes off to visit some of his relatives. Bad time for an invasion but yk they handled themselves fine

Malcolm is a California boy FIGHT ME

beach drives with all the windows down help

the parallels… between Percabeth and Malconnor… “I’m so sick of your shit (affectionate)” blond Athena kid… “too bad you get to deal with more of it” dark haired little shit who is taller and loves bugging blondie while they’re trying to do homework… hhrngh the PARALLELS

Malcolm of course finds it attractive when Connor actually uses the brain cells he has… but a part of him will always find it so fucking adorable when Con turns to him with the most bewildered face and say “Mal… my math homework has letters in it”

(bonus: “it’s algebra, babe”

”I dropped out of algebra”

”…algebra is the grade standard tho”

”oh fuck me I have a hard enough time with letters in English”

”let’s…….. put the homework away for now. Mario Kart?”

”OHOHO YOU ARE GOING THE FUCK DOWN PRETTY BOY”

”I THINK NOT, HE WHO ALWAYS PICKS TOAD AND THE STUPID TOY CAR”

”DON’T TALK TO ME DEFAULT SETTINGS LOSER” I’m getting off track I had a very similar conversation with my brothers the other day but it’s fine)

hmm something about Connor being obsessed with the Heartstopper comics and Malcolm loving the Solitaire novel series

they are firm believers they’d win the Hunger Games together too

NOT MAL RECHARGING BY SITTING AND READING AND CON RECHARGING BY WRAPPING AROUND HIM LIKE A SLOTH AND PASSING THE FUCK OUT

symbiotic relationship, Malcolm would say

(another bonus: “shut the fuck up you’re making us sound like Venom”

”we could be as good as Venom if u really wanted”

“we’re better than Venom, baby”)

Malcolm loving the Marvel Comics is just something so important to me

Hermes gripping Malcolm by the shoulders and going “listen. that’s my boy. he pulled a Tartarus napkin out of a fireplace. do not hurt him” and Mal’s just like yeah man I was there

also Athena eyeing Connor and whispering to Malcolm, “is he smart?” and Mal kinda gives a half-nod-half-shrug, Con grins at her like an idiot (it’s giving golden retriever), and just like that she loves him

anyways my boys💖💖💖

[dreamwritesimagines]

Okay so I got an idea, watching my Logan’s dog tags and here it is:

Logan giving Sunshine his dog tags after some stupid argument. I mean it’s stupid cuz he can’t even remember now what it was really about, but of course he was too stubborn and proud to just give up at the right moment, need to prove his point.

Then he gets back to her flat the next evening with only one thought; apologizing and begging for forgiveness.

At first Sunshine was super hurt and cold towards him, still feeling like shit after the argument, but one thing changed her demeanor.

He begged her and put something in her hand; his dog tags.

“Please baby… I know I fucked up. I’m an absolute asshole who doesn’t deserve an angel like you…. please….” Logan told her, a pure fear in his eyes at the thought about loosing her.

“What is it Logan?…” she asked him, not understanding the significance of this gesture.

For Logan his dog tags were one of the most precious and important things in his life. Their were a reminder of his past; of who he were and what he had become. Memories that are now unreachable but are still there. For most of people they’re only some kind of jewelry. But it’s not true. They’ve been always there. He never took them off; not for sleeping, not for showering, not for fighting. Never. Now it’s like an integral part of himself. A proof of belonging. Giving them away is an act of eternal trust.

“Please… Sunshine take them. Wear them. It’s… it mean it’s only you for me. I belong to you. You is the only thing that matters… please…*

Sunshine looks at them, and then she understands.

“Logan, I can’t-“

“Please” he whispers once again, and when she doesn’t answer this time, he puts them on her neck.

“Okay.”

For most of people it’s almost insignificant difference. But for Logan? It means a world.

OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AAAAAAA-

First of all,

but of course he was too stubborn and proud to just give up at the right moment, need to prove his point. I think this is going to happen a lot in their fights, like, their fights will be very very explosive! ❤️

He begged her and put something in her hand; his dog tags.

“Please baby… I know I fucked up. I’m an absolute asshole who doesn’t deserve an angel like you…. please….” ASDFGHJKL I CAN SEE THIS?! 🥰

Because like, Logan would definitely be apologizing unlike with anyone else! ❤️ He normally doesn't apologize to people but Sunshine...😏

A proof of belonging. Giving them away is an act of eternal trust. CUE TO ME SQUEALING-

Honeeeey, thank you so much for this, this is amazing! 🥰

[marquisedegramont]

8 and 13 from the writing ask game!

8 — what are your favorite character dynamics from [the desire for power]? elaborate on why. what scenarios not followed through with in-story would you want to put each dynamic in most? (ex: truthserum-ed and locked in a room; roadtripping; coffeeshop au; etc)

Aaaaaaa this is so hard so I’m gonna do two favorite (romantic) dynamics I like :)

One that I like to write currently in ‘the desire for power’ is Santino and Vincent. There’s this sort of unreliable narrator happening between them as they switch POVs which add to the confusion of who really is “right” in the end. That’s all I can say without spoilers :P oh I would put them in a fake dating au just because I think it’d be funny if they were just so painfully annoying and stupid towards each other (dissing each other in poetry)

The second romantic pairing that I like is RADIOADMIRER RAAAAHHHHH DJ X VINCENT HORRAYYYY—uh anyways. They’re pretty much a friends-to-lovers sort of thing and if they dated for longer, Vincent probably would have never turned towards the High Table and followed his own ambitions that aren’t influenced by his father. I would love to put them in a high school au tbh they’re so high school sweethearts coded 2 me <3

13 — which aspects of worldbuilding are your favorites? (if not applicable: which parts of the setting interest you most?)

LOVE LOVE LOVE how people under the high table function and how they work which includes how families interact with each other and how people come to go to turning to a life of crime, from civilian to a member.

[sttoru]

Girly idk how I wasn't following you still, tumblr isn't stupid, I'm sorry that you are feeling on the outskirts of the fandom as well. You are a wonderful person and writer, and I'm glad you’ve been growing as you have been. You deserve so much more love!! 💕

It does make me feel like there is something wrong with me or like in off putting when i see several big blogs talking to each other, boosting each other. But then I drop in, just say hi to be friendly, only to be ignored. When they are literally responding to various anons or other people.

It seems like they want to talk to everyone else but me. Which has me feeling like I'm in the wrong, I'm bothersome and unwanted in the fandom space. They don't have to talk to me, but my feelings are still gonna be hurt at being shunned by 90% of the blogs I try to interact with.

It does kill my motivation since I don't want to be seen as someone who just posts. I want to be seen as a friend and someone to talk to.

I understand that some people get along better than others. But damn so many people are having this problem it seems like. It's boiling down to popular blogs like other popular blogs, boost other popular blogs and they stay the main people in the fandom eyes whole everyone sits quietly in the side just wanting to be partly including

Feel free to rant right back if need be. Cause I get needing to get this shit off your chest, cause I sure as hell needed to

hiii feyyy !!! dwww, it’s all good :> thank u sm for ur nice words aaaaaaa u r as well, one of the writers on here that i respect 4 their hard work !

gonna vent a bit haha need to get some things off my chest too like u said;

i get ur first point!! it sucks rlly. especially when you are the first one reaching out (which takes a lot of courage, especially for someone socially awkward like me lol) and then it hurts DOUBLE because you get ignored. i get ittttt rlly. for me, i always try to reply ppl even if im a bit late because im either thinking of a proper response or am distracted or busy , but i never intentionally ignore anyone interacting with me. i know some ppl on here do bcs they don’t feel entitled to respond to comments or anons or whatev, which is like ? ok. but if it’s someone just being friendly and complimenting you / your work … it’s not hard to reply w a form of gratitude . some rlly think they’re celebrities on here and it needs to stop

and it’s understandable and totally valid to feel like you’re being shunned and unwanted by people you just want to befriend , only for them to ignore you / not interact with you but with everyone else :/ it sucks and ppl don’t seem to realise that it could hurt other’s feelings. i hope you know that you’re not unwanted tho! those people are just… idk, a bit weird (ofc im only talking abt people who INTENTIONALLY ignore others)

findjng a friend on tumblr with the same interest is like a chore. you either click instantly or you think you do, only for it to be fore 2 interactions max and then you go back to ignoring each other basically on dash

AND YOUR LAST POINTS!! so true. its that the more popular blogs just stick together and help each other out when ??? there are smaller blogs of writers / artists just sittng in the sidelines like ‘ok so what do i have to do to gain traction if the people with a bit of bigger platforms are totally ignoring me & my works’

it’s actually tiring. ofc, me having 3k followers — i am suuuuper grateful, not complaining much, but i also know how it feels. my notifications are super dry except for mainly likes, my dms are like a desert, inbox is 98% only of anons who drop requests and then leave without leaving anything else. no one to talk to, except for people who leave a comment every once in a while :/

like u may think bcs i have decent following i actually gain more interactions? not rlly. only likes & sometimes reblogs w tags. that’s all really, i don’t really have anyone on here who i consider a close online friend (as much as this sounds sad & cringy LMAOO) but its tiring to see everyone be so close to each other on dash while im on the side like ‘how nice it must be to get that much interaction’

& im sure there are people who r gonna say ‘just interact with them’ I DO and i either get left on read or they respond dryly / or i don’t get the same energy back. bcs sometimes im reluctant to reach out first because it always ends up w me taking the initiative & i end up looking desperate to get an interaction with a mutual LOL

anyways thinking abt this tumblr writing community makes my head ache bcs of all the things ive seen and experienced on here (also on my prev account which i had for 2 years)

[seer918]

Comparing Megaman robot masters to Megaman Battle Network netnavis part 2: The very belated one

Soooooo I totally forgot I was doing this. Shows how bad last summer was if my brain melted to the point I forgot

Oh well, time for the next batch

Score so far is 5-2 in favour of the navi because I count ties as a point for both, and I feel like that gap’s gonna get larger

First, MetalMan and MetalMan.exe

God these designs fuck (affectionate)

Not a big fan of the yellow on the robot master, and I enjoy the addition of gears and the mechanical fists to make .EXE more metal themed rather than just buzzsaw themed

Point for MetalMan.exe, raising the score to 6-2

Next, AirMan and AirMan.EXE

Ehhhh, they’re both...alright? Kinda dumpy in different ways

Not sure I like the addition of green to the Navi design, but do like its slightly more threatening fan

But there’s just something truly iconic about the classic design, even if I didn’t grow up with it. I also prefer the overal bulkiness compare to the inexplicably lanky thighs of .EXE...

It’s a tie, 7-3.

Okay, next up is...next up are the Bubblemen

...it’s a race to rock bottom, folks. Another victim of the random chibi-fication but instead of ruining a solid design it’s just another version of a really ugly look

Why the cheek marks and the fat lips? But then again why give a robot a diving mask? Why make a water robot green?

I’m half tempted to remove a point from BOTH games’ score but instead I’m awarding both games a point as compensation for having to look at these two.

8-4

Thankfully the next up are a nice change of pace, pun semi-intended, QuickMan and QuickMan.EXE

Both are really solid designs, but even putting my personal navi bias aside I do like that .EXE looks like something that can move fast. And all the sharp edges make the idea of simply getting in his way a fatal choice.

9-4, but it was REALLY close this time.

Skipping over CrashMan since I guess they didn’t want to think about how overpowered a program with CRASH in it’s name would be to fight, we move on to FLASH, AH AAAAAAA~

...this batch (with one notable exception) so far has really been the ‘close to the original’ round, huh?

Ironically given the name, I like the mostly darker colour scheme for .EXE, since it makes the actual flashing parts POP a bit more.

10-4 and that’s mainly because the pauldrons on the robot master being light blue annoys me for some reason, otherwise it’d’ve been a tie.

Next up is a dumpy guy dressed as a lighter and a screaming Hellbeast that looks like a lighter that uses child blood as lighter fuel

The best glow up in this batch and the best navi partner of Mr Match...oh do I have a burning desire to tear into the last one of his fire trio but I’ll wait until the 6th round.

Even if I didn’t have a bias, I just love the jack’o lantern look to .EXE’s face. They really went hard in on the fact that Navi don’t HAVE to look humanoids and I love it.

11-4

And last we have...Oh, nice, WoodMan

The only Robot master who isn’t mostly red or blue in this batch so my eyes are happy. the yellow accents are weird but do help pop against his otherwise dull tone-mm? Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to get a picture of your decendent, WoodMan.EXEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYIKES!

....HE LOOKS CONSTIPATED!

I mean I guess they were going more for the wooden golem look but...why give him big meaty lips? Why does his arms look more robotic than the actual robot master? On MetalMan.EXE that makes sense since mechanical bu-WHY DOES HE HAVE A FUEL GAUGE?!

...I’m dissapointed Battle Network. At least you made his operator an absolute cutie.

11-5. The gap got larger but the classic series is still clinging on

Gonna try and make this at least a twice weekly series since the Legacy Collection will be out soon, even if currently my funds won’t let me buy it until my next paychecque...stupid illness taking out a week and a bit...

Er, anyway I’ll try and have the 3rd batch out tomorrow, be good people

[whentherewerebicycles]

hoo boy I am: still exhausted!!! I have spent the entire day interview prepping and have produced good solid answers for every question on the list. I still have a lot to do aaaaaaaaa… they want me to answer 8 substantive questions in 20 min (HOW) so I need to pare down my initial answers and practice them so they’re SUPER concise but still sound natural/off-the-cuff. but I feel good about my answers and I’d be surprised if I don’t knock it out of the park tomorrow. haha I mean KNOCK ON WOOD obviously there’s a lot I can’t control and I have no idea how they’ll feel about me as a person!!!! but as a candidate I know my shit and am a great fit for this role as it’s written. sigh ok might put interview prep aside and come back to it with fresh eyes a bit later. I also have to finish these stupid graphics by tomorrow aaaaaaa too much to do aaaaaaaaa ok no wait I think I’ll make myself do that while I watch the game. let’s map out the rest of the day.

2-3pm meal plan for the week, place grocery order, take a mindless scroll break, rest and regroup for the evening

3-4 walk the dogs and call liz (review my answers/anecdotes with her)

4-6 watch hockey. during the game + intermissions I need to finish these workflow graphics, pick up my grocery order, cook dinner, shower, and boil vinegar on the stove

6-7ish landlord fixes dryer vent (I’ll hang out in my office and work on distilling my answers to bullet points from 6-8ish)

try to stop working around 8ish so I can wind down for a 9:15 bedtime

then tomorrow I’ll try to be up by 5:30, do interview practice until 7:30ish, shower/get ready for my meetings from 9-11:30, then use 11:30-12:30 to review before 12:30 interview

[ghostslikemystories]

Rant about gang of youths (specifically the song Perservere) and religion. I invite anyone who has thoughts on this to reply and I promise this is a safe space for people of faith as well as agnostics and atheists

Everything gang of youths has ever done but specifically the entirety of Go Farther In Lightness but specifically The lyrics and performance in Persevere are just so. AAAAAAA. This is the most devastating song I’ve ever heard maybe and that says a lot. Specifically the lines “I couldn’t count the times I’ve ragged on heaven, as an opiate invented by the weak. It’s an argument I hate ‘cause I’m content to love the fates” LIKE FUUUUUUCK. This is a song about a child dying and it making him reevaluate pretty much his entire belief system and how just bea cause you’ve been hurt by a religion and no longer believe in it, doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to talk shit about it but it also doesn’t mean you can use your bad experience with it to hurt others who honestly need it to make any sense of this cruel and chaotic world we live in. People who truly believe and who’s lives it truly improves are not bad or stupid for believing. And wow it hurts so bad as someone who did not have a great time being Catholic and is extremely aware of all the bad it has done to people. It speaks to me so hard because I’m constantly torn between how can you still believe in a good and righteous God who lets the worst and most hateful people become the most powerful and fuck over the world constantly, a god who lets the best and even most devout people get targeted for things they cannot control? And letting people believe what they want and what comforts them as long as it does not hurt anyone else. Obviously I would never say to a person of faith that they should not believe and that their faith is stupid because that would be mean and I do not believe in doing things like that. But I spend a lot of time thinking about it and this song just. If someone’s belief that good people go to heaven comforts them when they experience an unspeakable kind of loss that I will probably never experience, then let it comfort them. Maybe they’re eighth, maybe suffering in this world is worth it if it leads to eternal peace. Maybe I don’t need to be right.

[akaikami-cherryblossom]

HII IM SENDING THE QUESTION BACK TO YOU: your top 5 a3 plays? 👀

AAAAAAA FRIEND IN THE ASKBOX<33333 I didn’t even rb the ask game but I’ll take it because I need to get my thoughts out!!!! Btw this list took me hours because I am so indecisive but it was worth it🫶

5. Romeo and Julius

Even though it’s the first play introduced, it’s still one of my favorites and it has a special place in my heart. The only reason it’s so low is because it’s the first one newborn Mankai put on, so there are some pacing issues and I honestly just wish there was more. I’ve also been using it to lure some of my irl friends into A3! because who doesn’t like a million totally-not-gay plays? Aside from that Bokura no Kizuna is the song ever.

4. Harugaoka Quartet

This one doesn’t have the best plot in my opinion, but I still love it. I enjoy a simple plot with really well-written characters, so it works! That and the event story is one of my favorites of all time. I’m also biased because I finally found a recording of the Mankai Stage version and it is WONDERFUL. There’s this one part I really like towards the end where it’s just Ennis on stage and it’s completely dark except for a spotlight. He continues to practice the first part of “Spring”, getting frustrated each time. There is no dialogue. It’s all in his expressions. The last time he starts playing, the rest of the quartet joins him as the lights come up and aaaaaaa ;-;. It’s sososo beautiful I think it was adapted excellently!!! And the final scene with “Hajimari wa Quartet” is incredible I love the added harmonies oughhhhh…

3. The Floral Prince and Sympathy for the Angel

I couldn’t decide. Floral Prince is up here because it’s got SUCH a pretty fairytale aesthetic and the story is so fun and sweet. I always like a good fairytale so this is right up my alley. Sympathy for the Angel is really important to me hehe it was the first Mankai play I subbed and I ended up loving it the first time I read it.(And I’m biased because Sakuya’s Uriel>>>>>)

2. The Wonderful Charlatan of Oz

Another one of my absolute favorites. The second I read it I was already imagining how it would look on stage and it’s so incredibly well-done and fun to watch and aaaaaaa!!!! Also Rick is just genuinely one of my favorite characters of all time no matter how bad I feel for him. Oswald is such a compelling character as well, I think the way Someya portrayed him made him fun to watch, both annoying but still likable. Same with Yokota’s Rick. He’s loud and gullible, a little stupid, but really offsets Oswald nicely. Not to mention the FINAL BATTLE UGH!!! Incredible. Admittedly, I don’t love that the rest of the Spring Troupe has smaller roles, but I don’t think this is the kind of story you can tell with this many people. It’s just good overall.

Honorable Mentions:

SSR Family(The costumes are lovely and I like a lot of the characters and plot, especially Blanc and Nero, I think they’re interesting and well-written. And my wife is there)

A Clockwork Heart(Yeah I cried so what)

The Great Sardine Search(CLASSIC. Though I’ll admit I can only watch it once in a while because Shiro’s voice is super obnoxious to me)

Wonder Rush(It has the same vibes as Sardine Search but it’s got more of a modern vibe to it, plus the plot and costumes are adorable)

Welcome to Akebono-so!(My favorite Autumn play, especially given that I don’t typically like Autumn’s plays. I like the elements of both a fantasy world and reality, plus the characters are a huge selling point for me)

Fallen Blood(I don’t remember much of the plot, but I remember being emotionally smacked in the face once I finished reading it)

Nocturnality(Gay)

Die by the Sword(Gay again but this time it’s me for Orin)

Luminous Circus(The plot is meh but I live for the aesthetic and the event story mentally fucked me up)

Oh, Exquisite Gaia!(Not a mainline play, I know, but it was going on in A3EN the same time I was auditioning for a play about Greek gods and was really nervous. I ended up getting a lead role and I’m blaming this event because that play was also what solidified my place in more plays with that director. Plus I ended up basing my character’s movements and stuff on Azuma because I liked the way he did Gaia ajsjdbfj)

1: Le Fantôme de l’Opéra and Magician’s Pure Love

I couldn’t choose just one. Yeah. Phantom is one that I only really fell in love with because of the stage version. I remember it was late at night when I watched it, but once it finished my jaw was on the floor and I had to pause and process what I just watched. That good. Hang on I have a note in my phone with a bunch of notes on the stageplays I’ll copy paste some stuff from there:

-the English language does not contain the words I need to express how I feel about the Phantom performance

-it just does not have. Enough.

-I’m gonna try anyway

-THE OPENING

-THE MIRROR EFFECT

-GUY

-TSUMUGI

-THEIR VOCALS

-WHO TF WILL LIVE UP TO THAT WHEN MACKEY LEAVES

-THEIR VOCALS x2

-THE EFFECTS BEING SURPRISINGLY GOOD

-THE SCENE WHERE CHRIS PERFORMS WITH THE PHANTOM’S VOICE

-GAY. but also PHENOMENAL

-THE UNMASK PERFORMANCE

-I liked that they didn’t just leave it and decided to use it for a conclusion/bows

-the fact that it’s ACAPELLA

-CRIED

-thank you for coming to my TED talk

As for Magician’s Pure Love, I honestly loved it from the moment I read it. It reminds me of the ballet Copelia, but less dark. I also love the event story because, and I know some people disagree, it is peak Masumi. This is the closest we’ve gotten to the Secret Good Masumi That Lives in my Head. And I love it. Not even that, the play’s plot is a lot of fun and had me guessing over and over again. Also Koma is there<3

Augh that was a lot but hehe thank you for the ask<333

[benjaminthecoathanger]

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I tagged 2,123 of my posts in 2022

#goncharov - 58 posts

#food - 51 posts

#favourite - 46 posts

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Longest Tag: 129 characters

#‘do you want to stay for dinner?’ ‘oh no it’s fine really’ ‘are you sure? we have enough for you’ ‘only if you’re sure it’s okay’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

NEVER apologize for the Disco Elysium. Apologies aren't very Disco, you see.

YOU. YOU GET IT.

8 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#4

PLS TELL ME UR JEAN THOUGHTS I AM A DESPERATE CREACHER

sdkfjhsdjkjhfjkdshfkjsd i love how little time there was between me reblogging a disco elysium thing and receiving this anon i am kissing u so sweetly

ANYWAY GOD OKAY JEAN HAS POSSESSED ME. its like im 14 again only with a jean from a less dodgy piece of media

its!! okay. the way you spend most of the game being like oh okay this guy's kind of a dick and but theres enough hints of the kind of person harry was like before the amnesia that you start to be like okay, i understand

AND the way he fucking.. shows up in the stupid wig. even while telling you he's had enough and doesnt care he's still! trying to hold out an olive branch in the form of an inside joke that youve forgotten

and at the end! you know hes fully ready to give up on you if youve been drinking at all and he makes it so clear that youre on thin fucking ice if you managed to stay sober the whole game. but still goes over to help you into the car. just!! i need to lie down its. you know theyve been through some shit and he still cares and aaaaaaa. also i will say as a person i love getting dunked on and like. friendly insults? so the second he called harry shitkid i was like "AH. SOMEONE GETS IT"

also i will b honest i only smoke when something is Very Wrong but boy if i did not leave disco elysium looking at jean going hm yeah i get it. i understand u my guy.

12 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#3

real talk when are we getting a goncharov blooper reel like i know it was lost media and all but god i deserve it. i want to see the take where katya fires the gun too early, i deserve it

13 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#2

oh youre english? whats the best stock cube brand then?

okay so i originally didn’t answer this because i was like. i don’t have an opinion on stock cubes like they’re fine whatever this is just one of those british cultural things i missed out on by being born abroad and then. so i got back home a few days ago and you’ll never fucking guess what my parents have hanging on the wall to the cellar

a metal plate with the fucking oxo logo on it.

anyway so i guess that answers your question

16 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

you know what, tumblr advertisement? sure. i would like more songs about star wars actually

35 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

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[eurydicees]

Sorry I need to kick down your door to scream “PLATONIC SOULMATES MIYA TWINS!!!” Yes hello I AM HERE!!!

(Your soulmate AU ideas are absolutely fab and…. I am keeeeeen for more!)

oh anon PLEASE kick down my door !!!!! platonic soulmates miya twins fr FR fr !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a concept i am suddenly and completely VERY passionate abt. just like.....miya twins canon "atsumu's biggest blessing is osamu" "we'll be next to each other on our deathbed" you mean those miya twins???? yeah. yeah. YEAH . they're literally soulmates !!!!!!! people who balance each other out and who make each other stronger and no matter how hard they work one will always catch up to the other.........im biting and kicking and chewing paper rn

i think i am going to commit to this idea for the nano soulmate au because aaaaaaa. miya twins <333333333

anyways hehe so glad u like these au ideas !!!!!! i am so excited abt this. do you want an excerpt from what i wrote today. idk maybe not but youre getting one below the cut anyways.

for context, the likeliness of dreamsharing w/ a soulmate is smth that can be predicted via brain scans and sciencey stuff (i have so many tabs on studies abt dreams open). and then there are dreams vs nightmares, which basically determine if you'll have a positive or negative relationship w ur soulmate. kuroo's parents shared nightmares but tried to have a relationship anyway and that kinda fucked him up </3

this snippet comes right after kuroo confesses that he dreams of kenma! it's the same conversation in which the above soulmate science is explained.

“I’m not stressed about it,” Kuroo says. He finally meets Kenma’s eyes, and somehow he smiles. Kenma doesn’t know how he’s doing it. He reaches out, brushes Kenma’s hair behind his ear. “It’s really fine. I’ve made my peace with my fucked up hippocampus.”  Kenma stares at him, and still words fail to come to him.  “I was seventeen,” Kuroo confesses, still smiling the stupid, wide, fond smile. “It was a few months before you turned sixteen. For a while I waited, I guess, kind of figuring you would complete the connection once your birthday hit. Then I read all these studies on the brain and soulmate connections and nightmares and stuff and I…gave up.”  “Kuro,” Kenma says again, and still doesn’t know how to finish the sentence. Just knows that he has to say something. His hands go to Kuroo’s arms, clenching his sweatshirt tight in his fists, trying to hold onto him in any way that he can.  Kuroo puts his hands over Kenma’s hands, just the lightest touch. “Kenma. Really. It’s okay. I’m not upset about it. You didn’t do anything wrong.”  “Neither did you,” Kenma says, and his voice is hoarser than he thought it would be.  “No,” Kuroo agrees. “I didn’t. Which is why there’s not really a point in being mad about it. I’m happy that we get to be friends. That’s all that matters to me. Soulmates aren’t the only thing that matters in the world. They’re not the only relationship you can have.”