#why is it that i can brainstorm so quick for other people then i come back to my own blog and its 🤨

[ashlahii]

UNDER THE MISLETOE- Denji

✧ This is better going better than I thought (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)??? I thought I was going to take a month to write something less than 1k words because it always does but it's not! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

⤷ Denji was desperately trying to get you under the mistletoe ⲥⲟⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧ: Fluff, comedy, slight pinning, gn reader, friends to lovers, 1 use of [Y/N], Himeno isn't dead yet..?, 2 mention of 'barf' & 'threw up', 1.0k words, its a quick read though

I guess Denji forgot about Christmas mistletoes, or maybe he just never knew about them. But his brain started coming up with ideas when Miss Makima told him about the tradition. Some people kiss their special someone under the mistletoe after getting their special someone under the mistletoe. He wants to get a kiss on Christmas- hell, he wants to get a kiss anytime of the year. Although he looked dumb and people assumed he was dumb, Denji wasn't completely stupid. This guy needs a plan... Right now, Denji is thinking and brainstorming all the people he can get a kiss from.

Makima? He wouldn't be able to push her around anywhere. Nor will she follow him where... Probably? Power? No thank you- she might bite his tongue off. Plus she might ask too many questions about it rather than kiss him. I don't even think Denji would even want to kiss her anyways but he would. Himeno? Absolutely not. He is not trying to get kissed by the same person who threw up in his mouth. The chances are she will bring spiked eggnog and try to kiss him, but he will barf in his mouth again.

[Y/N]? I mean- easiest target. Someone as laid-back, simple-minded, and someone who probably wouldn't question his 'surprise' would make the best candidate for Denji's first (mistletoe) kiss. But, how would he even go about it? Just tell you to come over and hang out for a couple hours tonight since you're his best friend, but have a mistletoe under every corridor and even on the balcony?

But wouldn't that be too obvious..? Well, it doesn't matter because he just got off the phone with you, asking you to come over, and he just needs to put up 2 more up.

In about 15 minutes, you were at Aki's apartment. You didn't know what Denji wanted to do. Maybe do some cooking, play games, or maybe he just needs some help with something. He didn't say why he wanted you over in the first place so leave it up to your imagination, I guess. You knocked on the door and it opened within a couple of seconds. Although you felt like something was off, you couldn't put your finger on it. With that feeling in the back of your head, you put it aside and gave Denji your usual smile and greeting. Of course he smiled back and said 'hey.'

"Okay, so are you going to let me in?"

"Oh- yeah. My bad," Denji quickly opened the door wide enough and moved so you could get in. You went inside the humble living space and slouched on the couch. Denji was internally stressing himself out. He could feel his heart racing and his hands trembling. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. What's wrong with him? He was fine not too long ago? Is it because you are actually here, because he's planning on kissing his best friend, and what will happen after you share a kiss? But he had to calm himself down, because he was sure you would know if something was wrong with him if he continued fidgeting.

But Denji was wrong. You noticed his nervousness but didn't care enough to ask what his deal was. You thought he was just thinking about something to do. So you just chilled out on the couch and played a game on your phone. It was like 5 minutes (at least it felt that way), and you were losing patience. You usually like hanging out and doing nothing but sitting down in his company while he shares his stories from the other day with you. But if you were just gonna be on your phone without conversing, why would you even stay?

But before you left you left you tried to do at least 1 thing. "Hey Denji, let's go outside or something. Maybe on the balcony and we can look at the stars or something- I dunno?"

Denji was so glad you came up with something. Plus the stars are up so you can just point out the mistletoe, he'll act sooo shocked, and boom! The kiss of the century! "Y-yeah! Yeah.." Denji jumped up at the opportunity and met you outside on the balcony with you. He saw you in the moonlight looking up to see the stars. You were in the perfect position and all Denji had to do was go right beside you. Just 1 more step to go.

"It's pretty nice out." He said, watching the snow fall on the earth. He looked over at you once more and saw the winter breeze flow through your hair.

"Yeah.."

The gaze he cast at you caught your attention, and you smiled curiously at him. You finally noticed the small green and white thing above your head. "Hey llook, it's a mistletoe! That's cute."

Denji looked deep into your eyes. To the point where he could see his reflection. His gaze was slightly intimidating. How he looked at you with so much passion and admiration - you could see the sparkle in his eyes. But the more Denji looked at you, he could say the same thing.

Neither of you could say how moved whose face. But anyone with eyes could see their faces becoming closer and closer together. He moved his arms around your waist and looked at the mistletoe dangling right in front of them, then back at you.

"Should I kiss you?" Denji whispered, his warm breath brushing against your lips. You hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding your head. "I think I should." With that, Denji's lips brushed against yours, and the whole city fell silent. Until you heard the door slide up.

"Jeez- you're in public. Get a room..." Aki quickly closed the door with Power beside him after they both looked at the two of you with disgusted looks.

"Disgusting, foolish humans.."

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[mercedesvince]

Hiii!! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write Kenny x Male reader (south park) where M/N (or y/n depending on which you use) is apart of his friend group, buts been the closest to Kenny, and one day when M/N comes to Kenny’s house to pick up Kenny to hang out or sum and he finds magazines that have clearly been colored on by Karen and so M/N takes Kenny and Karen to the store to get Karen a shit ton of crayons and coloring books

Please! Ty luv 🫶 also I’m so Srry this was so long-

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Hello! I am more than happy too and hope you enjoy what was written, and do not worry I like long request as they give more ideas :)

CRAYONS & COLORING BOOKS

Kenny Mccormick x Male Reader (South Park)

Walking through the snow for a bit, you reached the bus stop just like every other day. “Hey Kenny, what’s up?” Y/n asked, as a few seconds before you had reached the stop, you heard your good friend, Kenny, let out an ‘aww’. “No one can hangout this Saturday,” he sadly said, muffled by his parka hood. After so many years y/n, Stan, Kyle and Eric had spent together, it became easy to figure out what Kenny was saying, even through the muffled fabric. “Sorry Kenny but I promised Ike I would hangout with him this weekend,” stated Kyle. “Yeah and me and Wendy are supposed to go out this Saturday, sorry dude,” continued Stan. “Yea and I just don’t wanna spend a perfectly good Saturday at Kenny’s house, his family is poor and his house fucking sucks,” Eric added on. “Oh shut it Cartman you can’t even say anything! I’ll hang out with you Saturday Kenny, I don’t have anything planned”. “Really? Thanks y/n!” Kenny’s mood seemed to have risen from moments before. It had been a while since any of you had hung out on the weekends, so you were also excited by this, even if it was only two of you hanging out. “Of course, why would I waste a perfectly good opportunity to hangout with one of my best friends?”

Saturday came by faster than what most weeks seem. With all the work piled up this week, sometimes you get so distracted you do not even realize the time going by. It was around noon and you were making your way to Kenny’s house. You two had not made set in stone plans, but had agreed on a time to meet up and where. With you being the only one of the two with a car, you both agree that you would just drive over there. And if it so happens you guys would leave the house, you would just take your car. As you parked, exited and locked your car, you walked towards Kenny’s house. After knocking on the door, Kenny answered “Hey y/n!” letting you in. You asked “Hey Kenny, you got anything planned?”. He responded with a quick “Not really, we could find a way to get high or something,” you just rolled your eyes, responding with a playful comeback of “Yea yea, how’d that end up for you last time?”, “Alright, you got any ideas y/n?”

Looking around, you had both wandered into the kitchen by now. Glancing around the kitchen, something interrupted your brainstorming of ideas. You reached out on the counter for the thing that had caught your eye, seemed to be a magazine. Kenny had said something but you had not listened, instead being entranced flipping through what seemed to be a random ‘People’ magazine, however something was different about this one, it was covered in scribbles and drawings. A lot of the photographs and images seemed to have added on details on them that the editors of the magazine would not approve of. As you glanced back at the counter, another colored on magazine laid there. Reaching out for that one as well, you stoped in your action, simply staring at the cover, ‘Playboy’. What the hell? The drawings on the cover seemed to be drawn by a child, was Playboy really appropriate for whatever kid did these drawings?

“Hey Kenny, who did these drawings?” Looking over your shoulder at what you had in your hands, he answered “Oh, Karen did, she wanted something to draw on and those are the only things I could find laying around.” You replied with a simple hum. “Well is she still interested in drawing?” Turning your head to face his head poking above your shoulder, you awaited an answer. “Yea I guess, she kinda only stopped because she ran out of room.” Again you replied with only a hum. “Well I think I got an idea for something to do.” turning your head to look at the magazine flipping through the pages. A muffled “what?” came from beside you. “In my opinion I think sexy pictures of women’s boobs is more your type of thing, not something your little sister should be coloring on.” Shifting away from you, Kenny was quick to respond “Well it’s all I could fin-“ you cut him off saying “Yea I know, but I have some change in my wallet, and I was thinking maybe we could go to one of those dollar stores and get Karen some real coloring books and maybe some new crayons or markers.” You were now turned around leaning against the counter. “You’d do that? That would actually be great!” You nodded and soon enough Kenny had called Karen in the room, asking her if she wanted to go get some new coloring books and crayons from the store. Excited, the little girl gladly accepted and now you were all on your way to the store in your car.

Once you all arrived there you walked around the store for a bit, and soon enough you were checking out at the front. The cashier seemed to have a neutral expression on her face, but you could not help wonder if she was judging you behind her stoic emotion as she scanned multiple coloring books, crayons, colored pencils, markers, chips, and of course a certain type of magazine. At the end of the day, Kenny was one of your closest friends and you offered to pay for something he choose out too.

Once you all finally arrived back at Kenny’s house both of you guys sat around the living room, watching Karen be excited by her new supplies. You heard a bag of chips open next to you followed by a “Hey y/n,” you turned to face Kenny “thanks.” Showing him a smile you, your next words were interrupted by Kenny’s little sister handing you both coloring books and a few crayons. “What is this?” you asked smiling at the little girl. “You guys should color with me.” You and Kenny both looked at each other smiling and began following Karen’s lead coloring. Eventually you felt a weight against your shoulder causing you to move your hand holding the crayon outside the line. Kenny resting against your shoulder said “You colored outside the line,” lightly laughing you replied with “Shut up.” The drawing of a princess and prince laid in your lap, you pointed to the princess that you had colored in with blonde hair and said “That’s you,” a muffled “And your the prince?” was your response, smiling you responded back with “and I’m the prince.” Looking up you both saw a smiling Karen happily coloring away and in that moment you could not have thought of a better way to spend your Saturday.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Topsy Turvy Days in Ignihyde

I think alt!Ignihyde was the most challenging one to write for so far! It took a while to brainstorm ideas, and even longer to write it down in a way that satisfied me.

Errr, the final prompt (Diasomnia) may be late just like Maleficent was 😅 since I’ll be strained between writing 4 boys (instead of the usual 3), Sebek’s Broomquet one-shot, and watching the TWST Year III Anniversary stream!

The Lord of the Underworld, and his Spirit of Diligence.

Malleus Draconia…

… isn’t used to situations where he isn’t assured in his own abilities, where he’s left vulnerable. Were the elder Shroud around, Malleus would obliterate him in a quest for the seat of dorm leader—but since Idia’s off on his own dorm exchange, it leaves Malleus in Ignihyde surrounded by gadgets and machines he has no clue how to operate no matter how much magic he blasts them with. It’s truly a conundrum—and a steep learning curve waiting to happen.

Everything feels so lifeless around him, the lights of the many monitors lining the hallways so artificial, so fake. The floors, the furniture—they’re steely and cold to the touch. A discomfort stirs in the pit of Malleus’s stomach. He’s not afraid of this technology, but unsure of how to comprehend it. It’s so different from nature and the freeing form of magic, his opposite. And change? That’s not something he can easily adapt to. However, Malleus is willing to try and understand of all these devices—for the new perspective may help him become a wiser ruler for his country and his people.

His temperament is particularly dangerous in Ignihyde. When Malleus’s rage flares, his thunderstorms are so powerful that they can knock out the dorm’s entire power supply, leaving dozens and dozens of students without electricity. It sounds like only a mild inconvenience, but for people who sleep, breathe, and eat tech, it’s their worst nightmare. It’s why all the Ignihyde kids walk on eggshells around Malleus (even more so than the others at NRC).

The Ignihyde students scramble away when Malleus heads toward them to ask for help operating a device (which is very frequently). Because they’re always on edge, they sense his presence quickly (“Wh-Why do I hear boss music?!”) and then try to flee the scene. Sadly for them, all it takes is one quick freeze or paralysis spell to stop them in their tracks. Cape swishing ominously behind him, Malleus steps into view with a smirk. “Good day. I’d like to submit an inquiry to this ‘Tech Support’ Desk of yours. You will assist me, correct?”

… Once he’s scared off most of the Ignihyde students, Malleus resorts to asking Epel for assistance (if only because Epel is friends with Deuce, who had helped him before with Gaogao). While Epel fidgets with whatever Malleus needs fixed or tended to, the fae observes him closely and comments that the first year is good at working with his hands. “Eh, you think so? I’ve just got a lot of know-how from helping out on the family farm.” (“Hoh, how commendable of you. I will come to you for future inquiries then.”) “Y-Yer not supposed ta jus’ invite YERSELF over!!”

Malleus is surprised by the most basic of things, from online shopping to video calls and changing his settings or profile picture. (Jamil awkwardly stands off to the side and watches him marvel at modern technology, wondering how the heck he didn’t learn this stuff sooner.) When Malleus tells others the new discoveries he has made, they often react with an exaggerated “O-Oh, really? I didn’t know that…” (What bootlickers, Jamil scoffs to himself—but when Malleus looks his way, he’s quick to bow his head in deference (a force of habit).)

He had the impression that Ignihyde would be populated by virtual pets even though Lilia told him the fad ended years ago (almost like a nature reserve?), so he could set Gaogao Dragon-kun free to roam with his fellow creatures and make friends. Imagine his disappointment to learn it’s not actually the case… Malleus holes up in his room to mope and to tend to his pet for a whole day. “… It is fine. I will always be here to keep you company,” he reassures his beloved pet. “I will never leave your side.”

Malleus tends to get hyperfixated on his interests and hobbies—so it’s absolute hell when he learns about what anime and manga are. He becomes particularly enamored with the slice of life and historical fiction genres, and he’ll talk about them at GREAT lengths with anyone who’s willing to listen. (And don’t get him started on when he happens to catch a gargoyle in the background of a shot; Malleus will launch into a full-on thesis analyzing the accuracy and artistic merit of the gargoyle.)

“I am surprised to learn that, in spite of their technical expertise, the students of Ignihyde also appear to indulge in fiction. I’ve had the opportunity to engage with many of these materials myself. The characters in these works are able to stay as they are, now and forever. Even lightning is contained upon a page or screen--but when lightning strikes in reality, it and its shadow are transiet things. In fiction, time is of no consequence. Everything continues to exist in blissful ignorance, as if suspended in a never-ending dream. Fufufu… How wonderful. I, too, would love nothing more than to live in a never-ending dream.”

Jamil Viper…

… is terribly worried about how Kalim will fare without him (not because he likes Kalim or anything, but because if he is harmed or does something stupid, the blame falls on Jamil). It feels like being away from Kalim stresses him out more than actually spending time at his side. No matter what, Jamil’s “taking a fat L”, as the Ignihyde students would say.

Even when he’s far removed from Kalim, Jamil’s role hasn’t actually changed that much! He calls to check in on his dorm leader at least 3 times a day (demanding that Kalim be on video call so Jamil can be vigilant for potential assassins in the background). Not only that, but Jamil also has to babysit Epel (whose recklessness gets him into trouble on more than one occasion) and Malleus (to quell his bad moods). Why can I never catch a break?!

If Jamil thought Kalim’s (several) home(s) is elaborate, he hasn’t seen anything yet! There’s a clockwork-like efficiency in Ignihyde, lights and sinks automated by touch or heat sensors, voice controlled everything… (He even found a salt shaker that connected to an app on his phone and played music when he seasoned his dinner.) “… I was impressed by the innovation at first, but is there really a need for everything to be wired to wifi? The spices don’t need to sing to me each time I shake them out.”

His interest in dancing leads him down a rabbit hole and into… idol culture. The Ignihyde students are all hype about it, introducing Jamil to a bunch of materials (an “idol fan started pack”, if you will). He told them it was utterly ridiculous at first, but pretty soon he’s listening to the songs, watching the performances (to use as a reference to practice his own dancing), and even incorporating light sticks into his routines (what they call “glowing”)! Jamil insists he’s NOT into idols, but that he’s inspired by the passion and dedication.

He’s appalled by the Ignihyde students’ standards for living. Whenever Jamil catches a glimpse of their rooms, he sees shelves full of merch and floors littered with robotic parts and snacks. It seems they take after the example set by their dorm leader… Thank goodness it’s not his job to clean up after them; it would probably drive Jamil crazy.

He recognizes some of the video games the dorm has for rent. When was the last time he’s had time to plat these? Excluding the time he was held against his will, his last video gaming session was all the way back in middle school. Driven by nostalgia and longing for a return to those bygone days o freedom, Jamil pops a cartridge in and indulges in a brief fantasy, if only for a day.

Jamil tried watching anime (I mean, what else is he going to do around here for fun?) and he instantly cringed at the characters and their over-the-top backstories. He finds himself cringing especially hard at the villains with their Obviously Evil schemes and Obviously Evil laughter/gloating. “People watch this for entertainment? It’s so corny, who in their right mind acts like that?” (Jamil then holds his head in his hands and groans, realizing that he acted exactly like that leading up to and during his OB. He’ll never live down that dokkan.)

Jamil doesn’t like to think of himself as a stiff person—he’s got plenty of pent-up emotions to express—but he admits that he finds a sense of comfort in engineering. It’s not his strongest suit, but it offers a temporary sense of control and agency… things he doesn’t have in his own life. Piece by piece, bit by bit, Jamil feels as though he’s not only assembling a piece of technology, but also constructing a stronger sense of self.

“It’s strange. It almost feels like my time at NRC before Kalim transferred here. Back then, I could do as I liked and explore the subjects that interested me. That freedom was so fleeting. If I were to enroll in a magic engineering course… Kalim would want to take it with me, and then I’d have to maintain a grade below his. It’s like being a machine with hard limits—but I’m not a machine, and this isn’t all that I can do. I can go the distance.”

Epel Felmier…

… really, really, REALLY wanted to try out being in Savanaclaw, but he’ll settle for his second choice since Savanaclaw’s full :/ He’s a fish out of water all over again! This country boy’s used to the wide open farmlands of Harveston, not the geometric, stiff nature of Ignihyde—but that doesn’t mean he can’t adapt!

He immediately tries to establish dominance by letting his new dorm mates know that he’s up to throw down anytime! To his surprise, the Ignihyde students thought he meant “throw down” as in, “let’s play a tabletop card game”! They eagerly bring out their play mats, complicated dice, and decks—and Epel is the one that gets dunked on in the matches.

Epel feels like he has to help Malleus when he’s stumbling through operating something. He’s used to helping out his folks back home (the wifi is spotty in Harveston, and it’s mostly older people who aren’t up to speed with tech) that he feels strongly compelled to do the same for Malleus. It occurs to him that the Malleus Draconia acts like a retiree when it comes to tech—but Epel does his best to refrain from commenting on it out loud.

The Ignihyde kids act like Epel is a demon just because he willingly leaves his room to exercise (he can’t slack off his training for Magift Club!!) and to see the sun. They all stare at him in the courtyard from behind their bedroom doors, shivering at the thought of being out there themselves. “Aw, quit yer bellyachin’ and go on ‘n give it a shot fer yerself why don’t ‘cha?!” Epel hollers at them.

Epel has a habit of snacking on his homemade apple chips while he’s doing other things. Problem is, all those crumbs end up collecting in hard-to-reach places like between the keys on his keyboard… He tried blowing the particles out using a light wind spell, but when that didn’t work, Malleus volunteered to help. (… Yeah, he ended up uprooting half of the dorm but it’s okay, Malleus magically repaired it afterwards.)

He spends hours in the magic engineering labs working on a custom build for a magical wheel; Epel picks out the specs and installs new parts himself, even hand paints his ride in a new color—a deep and shiny crimson, oozing venomous green goo. It fits him perfectly: the “Poison Apple” of the Felmiers! When the magical wheel is ready for a test drive, Epel can think of no better place to try it out than on the corridors of Ignihyde itself (much to Jamil’s horror; “You’ll leave tire tracks on the floors…! And what if you damage one of their supercomputers?!”).

Epel has a bad competitive streak when it comes to tests of strength… even in video games!! When the Ignihyde kids come together to organize raids and gaming competitions, Epel signs up right alongside them… only to be wiped out early on or have his butt whooped in the preliminaries!! Frustrated, he commits himself to working hard to come out on top and prove his worthiness!! (“It isn’t worth much in the long run,” Jamil—the voice of reason—warns him, “you’ll be returning to Pomefiore soon, and I doubt Vil-senpai would want you staying up late to… ‘train’.”)

An Ignihyde student tells Epel that he reminds them of an anime character. “Oh, cool! Which character are you talking about?” Epel asks, curious. “My waifu!!” Epel’s insides immediately turn frosty. The more this mob student rambles on and on about their favorite character and how cute she (and by extension, Epel) is, the more rage builds inside of him until it’s unleashed in one big torrent. “Ah’m NOT a damsel, and Ah AIN’T in distress!!” Epel cries as he lays down the hurt. When all’s said and done, he dusts off his hands and, remembering his manners, snidely adds, “Have a nice day!” before abandoning the scene of the incident.

“I don’t know if I totally get it, but I kind of understand Idia-senpai’s interests a little more now… I think. There was that one anime he was super into, the sledding one that took inspiration from my hometown. He was up in arms, talking nonstop about it. Hehe, everyone in Ignihyde’s really intense about what they love. I can get behind those feelings! No matter what dorm I’m in, I’m gonna let my passion drive me!!”

#Malleus Draconia #Jamil Viper #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst anni #twisted wonderland anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary #Epel Felmier #topsy turvy days #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #Lilia Vanrouge #Vil Schoenheit #Kalim Al-Asim #Scarabia #Deuce Spade #Idia Shroud

[theminecraftbee]

hello second theminecraftbee would you be amenable to discussing 'in deference to saint george' ?

if so, here are some questions I had after reading it! it was an excellent fic and you did a great job :D

1. reasoning for the title? how did you come to pick it? (also, just a note but: after a quick google of saint george, he appears to have some dragon symbolism attached to him, as well as having been in an army). (also I love all your fic titles. they're so tastey and I want to stick all of them into a blender and pour it into my morning cereal. carrows in particular tickles my brain).

2. any backstory to picking the names for the characters?

3. what gave you the idea for superball's powers? its a very unique and interesting powerset and application.

4. I'm seeing a parallel or two thematically between this fic and carrows. just an observation but yeah

5. as for worldbuilding, what exactly is an outsider? what exactly is the grey factor?

6. I like how you got into the politics of having 'villains' and 'other people' not a question but a nice comment

I probably had more questions but I can't remember and also this is quite a few already. again, excellent job on the fic.

I’D LOVE TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS you have no idea how much I have wanted to talk about this fic! so I will answer them in order!!!

FIRST! saint george as a symbol here is SPECIFICALLY in reference to the thing I, a person who grew up vaguely episcopalian and don’t know anything about saints, know him for: he slayed a dragon. it’s a famous legend about him! a town had a dragon nearby threatening them, and to protect the town, saint george slays that dragon, its in a lot of medieval art and such. so the title means something like “I am conceding to the prior example of a dragon slayer”, or symbolically, refers to the idea that the story is of a relationship that was always kind of doomed by nature; there is a dragon, and there is a hero, and there is one way that story has gone for a long time.

SECOND! no they mostly came to me in a vision, my main goal was “they sound like something you’d hear in a comic book” and also “the dragon’s name has to not sound particularly like any real-world name on account of him being an alien from another dimension”. and I just kind of liked que, so que it was! the rest were all meant to invoke like, you know, comic-book-y vibes, as well as the general texture of the city.

THIRD! I think I came up with the idea of a superhero named superball while I was initially brainstorming for the fic; i worked from there fore the specific power. the fic changed shapes A LOT (it was originally a lot more cynical before I went “actually fuck that” and entirely reworked my outline) but the idea of “bouncy superhero named superball” remained. the other powers were built from there; I knew I wanted the villain to be a dragon, and then I wanted to fill out the superhero team with a somewhat “typical” feeling early hero team roster, you know?

FOURTH! yeah, I can see that! I think the biggest difference in the two fics’ themes of self-sacrifice is that joe actively uses his support network while perhaps jack’s most notable and devastating character flaw is that he is incapable of seeing that he has one. difference in the finales between “will you hold my hand?” “always” and “I don’t want this either” “I know”, you know?

FIFTH! outsiders are people from other dimensions! they come in several camps—members of the grey army, fleeing criminals, and people fleeing the grey army or the destruction of their homeworlds. the grey army is a terrifying distant threat that the story of superball here is actually too early in its comics timeline to face! but que explains enough of THEIR motivations. as for grey factor: comic book wobbly explanation for why people have powers! outsiders normally have them, members of the grey army always have them, humans only very rarely have them as of the time of the fic’s plot. according to the grey army they originate from paradise, but not everyone actually believes this. in my head more and more humans would start to get them the longer more visitors come to earth. so… yeah!

SIXTH! so I was playing with a lot of my personal favorite tropes of people doing hero fics, both in playing it straight and subversion. and ONE OF THOSE is “what do people THINK of superheroes”. my twist is “what do people think of superheroes except this whole business is still rather new, only having appeared in the past few years”, so I was playing out the debates as though much of this was a new idea! I’m glad you liked it!

thank you SO MUCH for the questions I’m enjoying talking!

#answered #bipbopdepmop #superball fic talk

[amazingmsme]

Yooo good food good food!!

May I add to this God tickle agenda? These are a lot of my own headcanons since I'm working on a Ler! Hermes fic that I'm about 2k into because Dangerous wouldn't leave my head for a straight week and the animatics made me see Ler potential 🫣

The main ones are that the Gods can gain energy from Human emotions suited to their paths- hence why Athena and Odysseus clicked so well given his cleverness and strategic mind. Hermes prefers those who are easily flustered and prone to fun emotions like embarrassment and enjoyment. The Gods can also give some of their energy to their disciples in exchange to heal/comfort them, but a Human may pick up some of their core traits into their personality for a while (like a disciple of Hermes being more daring, for example); a symbiotic relationship.

The other is his Godly power is just being able to use his mischievous essence to make people/Gods feel sensations. So anything from scaring someone by making them feel like a bug is crawling on them, they're being watched or anything like that, to being tickled, however he feels like or whatever is most effective. Still brainstorming a name for it 😅

Hope that makes sense; it's much better explained in the fic I promise-

Anyway! ❤️

Hermes is an absolute MENACE

He's constantly starting tickle fights with the others and is the one who knows the others spots.

If someone annoys him enough; he'll get them in their dreams but if someone actually pisses him off- he'll embarrass them at a God meeting, dinner, in front of a Human disciple of theirs etc. He'll do so regularly till he feels like they've learned their lesson and play dumb if anyone above him comes to him about it.

Every God has their own way of keeping their disciples in line and Hermes just immediately will tickle his disciples if they do something that'll come back to bite him- since he's responsible for them.

The other Gods tend to let things build up- but Hermes thinks that's a surefire way to disaster. He of course makes note of how many times his Human is causing trouble, and his tickle punishments may get meaner the more they build up but it's super rare to see him actually mad.

The big Gods he's too scared to mess with but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't working his way up to getting Hades one day. He just wants to know!

As for who he messes with as far as the other Gods?

Athena and Apollo probably get it a lot. I think with Athena he'd love to see her put-together persona crack- much like how Odysseus and Polites are with Eurylochus. They'll be sparring the usual way, and Hermes will flick his fingers if she gets too cocky about beating him, or just because it's funny. He tends to let up pretty quickly though. He doesn't want to make her too mad and end up getting wrecked himself. She kind of scares him deep down; not that he'd ever admit as much.

Apollo though? He gets no such mercy. He adores messing with his half-brother at every opportunity and he's cripplingly ticklish, unfortunately for him. Hermes always jokes about his laughter and squeals being his best piece yet, and how he should share it with others.

I feel like he'd tickle Calypso too, when he stops by if she seems lonely. He imagines she must be touch-starved and tries to make her feel at least a little better.

Circe is fun to mess with- though I think eventually she grows wise and may start trying to look at ways to get him back or numb her own ticklishness.

Hermes is actually quite ticklish himself; but you'll have to catch him first and good luck with that given how quick he is. He only lets others have the opportunity if he feels it’s earned by truly upsetting someone. Every now and then he actually quite enjoys a good old-fashioned tickle fight or other tickle game like tickle hide and seek; typically with Apollo or his disciples!

THIS IS AMAZING OMGGGG I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF IT! Hermes is literally so ler coded &

I got carried away with this, but you brought up such good points!

I’ve gotta stop looking at the actors because every time I just fall head over heels in love wtf they’re all SO HOT! Thank you so much for this, there’s a huge lack of love for Hermes & he is such a mischievous lil shit, & he’s just so FUN! I can’t wait for your fic.

You’d think by how giggly he is he’d be more lee, but this man lives for drama & causing trouble. & yeah he laughs all the time but have you fucking heard it? That’s a shitty, up to no good kinda laugh, that’s a laugh you don’t trust, sorry not sorry

But I’m fucking OBSESSED with the thought of him going around bothering the other gods for sport, & he gets sooo cocky about it, going from spot to spot before flying out of reach. Sometimes he’s a little too full of himself & ends up getting caught & they teach him a lesson he won’t soon forget (he just doesn’t care about the consequences, he’ll make sure to be faster next time)

He loves to mess with Athena because to him she’s good practice for when he’s ready to go bother the big 3. But she’s also just soooo fun to piss off. & I had no idea Apollo was his half brother, that makes everything so much more fun for him! & he uses it as an excuse to hang out with him, like he just wants some bro time & next thing Apollo knows is he’s laughing his ass off

Ok but back to Athena, she probably said some bitchy snide remark at the last god meetup & it embarrassed him & hurt his feewings so he decides to embarrass her in front of her pet human. So he just kinda secretly hangs out until she decides to show up again, whether to train him or talk strategy, & all of a sudden she’s all confused like “can I help you?” & Odysseus turns around thinking someone walked into his cabin but lo & behold it’s fucking Hermes floating in his room! & suddenly he’s feeling very uncomfy thinking there’s about to be some god fight in his room that he’s in the middle of & he’s like “uh I feel like I should go” inching closer to the door but Hermes blocks his way with a chuckle like “& miss all the fun? No, I want you to see this” & so he’s just standing there like 🧍‍♂️& Athena demands to know what it’s about

& Hermes is like “I’m SO GLAD you asked! Remember what you said about me?” & it’s honestly pretty insignificant to her so no, she really doesn’t & that just pisses him off so he doesn’t wait around to knock her down a few pegs. & all the while he’s casually talking with Odysseus & commenting on all her worst spots. Meanwhile Odysseus is barely able to hide his amused grin behind his hand but he can barely even speak because he keeps thinking what the hell is happening right now?

After he’s had his fun he helps her up & she slugs him in the arm & yeah, rightfully so. But he turns to her & goes “I hope we’ve learned to hold our tongue the next time we think about insulting someone” & now that I’m thinking about it, it probably wasn’t even that bad. Something like “you gotta wonder how he ties his sandals” in reference to the ankle wings & he was looking for any excuse to do this. & as fast as he appeared he’s gone & neither of them really know what to say. But Odysseus smirks & goes “so that was… something” & she’s like don’t

& of course he’s like “uh you’re never gonna believe what just happened” but Polites cuts him off like “oh we know” & he’s like “you know?” Because wtf how? Apparently when a goddess laughs it’s loud enough to be heard across the ship & Eurylochus just thought Odysseus was getting Polites, but then he walks right by him & makes him do a double take because if that’s not Polites, then who the hell is that? No one else on the ship really sounds like that so he went down to see just what the hell their captain was doing & he opened the door & immediately closed it. Looked through the keyhole to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating & immediately went looking for Polites

Ok but when Odysseus brought it up Eurylochus is like oh yeah why were you just standing there watching??? & he’s like “Hermes wouldn’t let me leave, he said something about wanting me to watch? I don’t know, it was some revenge thing” & Polites giggles because how else are you supposed to react & goes “the gods are weird”

“Funny, we say the same about you” & Hermes is floating behind them & they all scream & he’s fucking gone again. Literally just did that to jump scare them

But I’m circling back to what you said about how he’d visit someone in their dreams & proceed to wreck their shit. Because omg that is so damn funny & downright mean to do, like that’s the most flustering thing ever! Cause then they’re left thinking they’re own subconscious came up with that & wondering why it came up with that & basically send them into a downward spiral

But one day while he was crossing over the ship on his way to deliver a message, he caught sight of Eurylochus & Polites tickling their captain & he stuck around for the show before continuing on his merry way, tucking that information in his back pocket to use for a rainy day

He’s impatient tho so he only waits a few days before he decides to pay him a visit. Odysseus rarely gets good enough sleep to dream, so the fact he is dreaming is already a lil sus. But that’s what it is, it’s just a dream, right? Maybe he’s lost in a forest, or walking through the clouds in his dream but either way he’s lost & disoriented until he stumbles in Hermes who has fun toying with him, making him more lost until the real fun begins. & Hermes pulls some magic shit so Odysseus can’t wake up until he’s done with him, but once he leaves Odysseus jolts awake with a laugh. He’s in a cold sweat & he was literally blushing in his sleep, his heart is racing & his mind is still trying to catch up with itself. He tries to go back to sleep, but he can’t stop thinking about it & he’s only able to get to that fitful half asleep half awake state

The next day he’s all flustered & jumpy & his friends definitely pick up on it but don’t want to pry. Polites asks if he’s ok tho & he says he’s fine, it was just a weird dream, & now they’re a little curious. He tries to describe it in the vaguest of terms “Hermes showed up & made me get lost in a cloud maze” ok but why’re you so weird about it? Like it’s so obvious he’s omitting stuff & then a voice from above laughs & goes “too embarrassed to tell them what really happened, are we?” & it dawns on him that it actually was Hermes in his dream & now he’s even more embarrassed. But yeah, Hermes goes ahead & tells all about how he tickled Odysseus to pieces & how he couldn’t do anything about it & how cute & helpless their captain is. I’m telling you, Hermes may not be the most powerful, & yes he’s one of the more friendly gods, but he is literally the woooooorst

Sneasler rant voice: that’s not like, a thing that gods do. Circe didn’t tickle me. Poseidon didn’t fuckin’ tickle me. But this bitch, this B-I-T-C-H tickled meeee

Idk what it is about him, but Hermes reminds me a lot of Michael Distortion from tma & therefore he’s a bit of a bully & uses magic to his advantage to fuck with mortals for his own amusement & that’s 100% my type

Ok I’m done for now

#asks #thelaughtercafe #epic headcanons #hermes #athena #apollo #odysseus #eurylochus #epic musical #polites

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

"It's okay to not be okay"

My works on Tumblr are here

Synopsis: 

(Headcannons)

A little comfort for a reader struggling at home, with family, and just self-worth all around.

Character(s): 

Dazai

Warnings:

Self-indulgent a bit

Uhhh mentions toxic surroundings?

Mentions of suicidal jokes/thoughts

Mentions of comparing Trauma

Words: 

642

He notices something wrong almost immediately

When you're less there in the present, spacing out and looking down at your phone

Of course, he’d always made note of the flight response, the blank looks, or the tired expressions

How there were always times when the slightest bit of aggravation from him could make you go rigid and look around as if trying to figure out the many ways to diffuse the situation.

He’d never take out frustrations on you, you were perfect in his eyes.

Sure, you weren't always happy, but you understood him in ways others couldn’t

The jokes that you’d return, the way you’d jump in to brainstorm ways to commit the act of a double suicide.

He’d eventually start to worry, no, he’d always been a bit worried about you.

At least with you, he could never tell when you were serious, or simply joking about the state of your mind.

“Y/n you alright?” 

It’s the constant responses 

 Yeah, why? 

Of course, ya silly idiot.

Why wouldn’t I be?

I have nothing to not be okay about.

I have you and our friends, why wouldn’t I be?

Did I do something to make you think that?

He wasn’t sure if those responses had been learned, but he didn’t care.

He still asked, over and over again.

Until that answer changed one day 

“No… not really…”

He was beside you without hesitation. 

His arms comforted you as they wrapped around you and pulled your head to his chest.

“What’s wrong dove?”

“It’s stupid, honestly there’s no reason for me to feel like this!”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, just tired. Like I could rest for years and never not be tired. I just… sometimes I wonder why I’m here. What the point of it all is. I don’t have the right though, look how blessed I am.”

“Hey… hey now. Don’t say that you don’t have the right. Even the smallest of traumas are enough to change the way we are.”

“It’s not though, I had great parents, some people get beat, but they never hurt me… I mean sure their words hurt and they got mad all the time for the stupidest shit, but… they never hurt me.”

“Verbal abuse can hurt just as much or even more than physical hurt, you know that right?”

He hated seeing the breaking point, had seen signs for years, but he’d never had you come to him.

Have you ever opened up to anybody before?

“I just want it to go away… I feel fine some days, hell I feel so happy I wonder if I may be high… but then hours later I just wanna sleep… but that’s just lazy, people live and work with depression, but I can't even get my ass out of bed.”

“Was that what they called you? Lazy? Because you’re not. You're fighting a battle harder than any battle you’ll ever fight in your life. If all you did was get up once, that’s an accomplishment, love. If all you managed to do was eat just one small bite, that is just as big an accomplishment. You are worthy of love, and what you’ve gone through affected you. Don’t de-validate yourself like this… please.”

He hoped that even if you didn’t take his words, because he knew that there’s no such thing as a quick fix, you’d be a little better, even if only by a pinch. There are people who care, and who are there to listen and help. Comparing trauma isn’t fair, and the people who put the idea that because you never experienced something “worthy” of such traumatic backlash to your brain, are idiots. 

“Why don’t I help you take a bubble bath, and then I'll order us something. We can cuddle and watch stupid rom-coms. That sound nice?”

“Yeah… it does.”

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd comfort #bungo stray dogs comfort #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd comfort x reader #bungo stray dogs comfort x reader #bsd x reader comfort #bungo stray dogs x reader comfort #dazai #dazai comfort #dazai x reader comfort #dazai comfort headcanons #dazai comfort x reader #dazai x reader #dazai fluff #dazai fluff x reader #dazai x reader fluff

[lesbianneopolitan]

So who do you think is the better girlfriend

Okay so, this has been sitting in my askbox for one day and even if it's referring to Cinder and Neo most likely, I've been like, trying to brainstorm-

I think it really depends on what one considers a 'good girlfriend', in the sense that Cinder and Neo both have their own good and bad things

Like, I'm sure Neo could seem like a better girlfriend at first because at the very least, she has had a bit more of experience when it comes to have a genuinely positive relationship with someone even if platonic (Roman) while Cinder is probably not as versed when it comes to knowing what it's like to be loved

But while Neo's most likely to be very attentive and affectionate with their partner when opening up, I feel the jealousy/fear of being abandoned/being alone could make her kinda toxic at first, if it gets out of hand

I feel like in the long run Cinder could even open up and learn to be gentler and a good partner too, but she's been manipulative and v quick to not trust others if she felt she could be betrayed, so that would translate into a romantic relationship too

They both could learn to trust more and embrace exploring what it's like to be genuinely loved, but it's gonna take a while, I feel

It's why I mainly see and explore the toxic relationship Spicecream could be- they're both people with issues that make them have a complicated relationship, so it's not easy or healthy, with their ups and (mainly) downs

In the alternative future verse for Spicecream I have in my head though, Cinder becomes a bit more relaxed once she has reached true freedom away from Salem and she's sure no one else can step over her, like, I can see her living her life without other worries, while Neo is married to her but still too mischievous to completely leave the criminal life behind (I can see her as a hitman of sorts), because she's more chaotic. But this happens like, years in the future, with a lot of development and without the canon events of Cinder pushing Neo into the void lol

#Ask #headcanon #spicecream #cinder fall #neopolitan #oh I rambled *not surprising* #I feel in the long run Cinder could be a better gf in the sense that #Neo's a thrill seeker #so she's most likely to get into some shady and dangerous shit

[eliteprepsat]

When it comes to writing college admissions essays, some students know exactly what they want to write about. Others have zero clue. The good news is that admissions essays tend to be relatively open-ended, giving students the freedom to write about almost anything they choose. As such, it is important to start with plenty of material. Your first idea may be a good one, but considering how robust the human experience is, you probably have a treasure trove of ideas brimming beneath the surface waiting to be uncovered. So how do you go about discovering this potential gold mine? Today’s post contains a handful of pre-writing exercises to help you brainstorm and effortlessly launch into your college admissions essays.

TIMED FREE-WRITING ⏱️

If there’s one thing college admissions officers are looking for, it is your authentic voice. Think about it. No one else can lay claim to your voice; it is uniquely and definitively your own. And yet many students have no idea how to write in their own voice. Well my recommendation is to engage in timed free-writing. As its name suggests, free-writing is writing without any limits or constraints. Think of it as posting on social media without any filters. Scary, huh? It’s a powerful technique because it can reveal your true feelings and beliefs (of course, you can always add a filter later). So here are the steps:

Find a location to write where you will not be interrupted

Set a timer for a minimum amount of time (at least 5–10 minutes)

Take a deep breath, begin the timer and WRITE

Don’t monitor/edit/erase anything that comes out on the page/computer screen

Once time is up, reread what you wrote and highlight anything significantly YOU

If you’re having trouble coming up with something, use the following phrase to prompt your thinking: “If you really knew me, you’d know…” and add facts about yourself. If you are truly writing freely, your unique voice will come through. You may be surprised with what comes up, but understand that this is how you sound when you are relaxed and natural. It’s probably similar to how you sound when you’re around people who make you feel completely at ease. Use this voice when you begin writing your college essays.

OBJECTIVE CORRELATIVE EXERCISE

An objective correlative is an object that serves a symbolic meaning in a story. In our lives, we come into contact with any number of objects, some with little meaning and others with much significance. However, how often do you stop to reflect on the value of these objects in your life? This is a wonderful exercises to do at home since many of our most treasured possessions are in our homes. To begin with, I want you to take a look around your home and take an inventory of the items that have some significance to you. The first items students tend to think of are usually their phone or their computer. However, I want you to go beyond and consider less common possessions. Are there any items given to you by a relative that have special meaning? Anything that you’ve found or earned or won (or lost)? What are the top three objects you would grab if you had to immediately abandon your home due to a disaster? Make a list of at least ten items and then jot down the stories behind these objects. Take a trip down memory lane and recall the anecdotes associated with them. Use the five senses to remember specific details that take you back to the moment. That level of detail can work wonders in a college essay. Once you have your objects and their associated anecdotes, one or more of these could serve as a focal point for your personal statement.

VALUES. OPINIONS. SKILLS.

With a quick Google search, you can find a list of values, opinions and skills. Write down a personal list for each category. Reflect on how these were formed or shaped over the course of your life. What did you undergo to develop those values? Why do you hold this particular opinion? Where did you learn that specific skill? There is a story behind all of them. These values, opinions and skills will be at the core of who you are and what you want to do in life, so make sure they are rooted in actual experiences. You can then translate those experiences into compelling anecdotes that reveal your inner qualities.

ASK OTHERS FOR MEMORABLE EXPERIENCES

Asking others for guidance in the college admissions process can be tricky since it is a highly personal experience. While only you can be the authority on you, family and friends can often lend helpful insight as well. You’d be surprised at the stories others can recall that you may have tucked away in your memory. And for good reason! Perhaps those stories are embarrassing or maybe you don’t want to toot your own horn too much. Either way, you should consider asking trusted friends and family to share some of their memorable experiences of you. Keep a list of these anecdotes and review them to see if there are any common threads. You may just discover a theme for a college essay.

Whew!

That’s quite a bit of pre-writing, and we haven’t even started the essays yet. However, this level of advance work will make the actual essay writing go much more smoothly. You will have established the proper mindset to tackle the unique challenges of college admissions essays. You will have also tapped into your authentic writing voice, which will serve as your most powerful tool throughout this process.

So … what are you waiting for? Time is ticking. Begin these exercises today and watch your world unfold before you.

#college prep #college admissions #writing #college essays #high school #studyblr #appblr

[scentedsstuff]

Red Queen

By Victoria Aveyard

The PREMISE, The premise of this book is what easily caught my attention but as I proceeded to actually read the book, that’s where it lost me.

Quick Plot Summary:

Mare Barrow is our main character, born into a world divided by blood, and in this world you are either a red or a silver.

The reds are the commoners who labour away all day and the silvers are the ruling class, born with supernatural powers.

But what happens when this “norm” is disrupted by none other than our main girl; Mare Molly Barrow. In a turn of events it is discovered that Mare, a red, has supernatural powers of her own much to the surprise of everyone, including Mare herself. Why and how does Mare have the abilities that she does? Is she the anomaly or could there be others?

What follows is the beginning of a revolution.

Thoughts:

The idea was there, the execution, however, was not. Initially, I was intrigued by the premise, if you have two very different groups of people; reds and silvers, how can someone like Mare exist? Why does she have the abilities that she does despite having red blood?

I felt there was potential for me to like this book, but it was the characters that really deterred me from giving anything above 2 stars.

Mare was a bland main character, she really wasn’t standing out much from any other protagonist in a YA dystopian setting which made the book overall feel less memorable. The same could actually be said for the world building in general. It was an okay book with an okay protagonist but it wasn’t doing much for all the praise it seemed to be getting on social media.

Mare makes mistakes (like anyone else does) but doesn’t seem to learn from them nor grow as a character. There’s not much character development, and whilst I am aware that this is only the first book in a series, there doesn’t seem to be much promise for her character to get any better.

The rest of the characters suffered the same fate and were just as annoying.

There's a scene in this book that lives rent free in my brain (not because it’s particularly amazing but because I don’t remember ever cringing so hard from reading a book) :

Mare and the rebel gang are all together, plotting and scheming as one does, and they start to brainstorm how their plans are going to take care of a whole legion of soldiers under Cal (the big brooding brother)’s order.

Maven chimes in with “I happen to know a girl who knows a general very well” (**hint hint, It’s Mare and the general she knows very well is Cal).

She goes off on a lil tangent of “C’mon this is Cal, the solider, the general, the prince, Cal would never betray his country, not for anything!”

………literally the following excerpt reads “I know my brother, if it comes down to it, we both know what he’ll choose”

Mare ‘not like other girls’ Barrow responds “He would never choose me”

Maven shakes his head. “He will always choose you.”

Giirrllllll………..what the actual………. The way my eyes rolled so far back into my head (if that's even correct). I shut that book up and THREW it across the room.

I’m sorry but it feels like he just met you and before this dialogue she literally comes to the realisation that he loves her. How? How did this happen when they’ve only had a handful of scenes together where there was barely any build up. I can understand if he likes the girl and vice versa but love?! Bye. This book was testing me.

Mare had the personality and charisma of a blank piece of paper and I’m supposed to believe she had 3 guys head over heels in love with her.

Overall this book was very much a product of its time. Any redeeming traits were far and few and I just didn’t like it but that could just be me. If the premise seems interesting to you and you’re wanting to read it, be my guest.

#the red queen series #red queen #victoria aveyard #mare barrow #maven calore #cal calore #red queen series #book thoughts #bookish #books #booklr #fantasy books #book review #book reviews #young adult fantasy #fantasy book #book blog #bookblr #bookworm #books and reading #ya books #young adult books #young adult fiction #romance book #romance books #dystopia #dystopian fiction #dystopian books

[jefferythejelly]

wtf is going on between dream and quackity??? I looked it up but I'm seeing so many different opinions from people 😓 what's going on and will I have to pick sides? I'm just so confused by this whole thing 😭

oh anon what rock have you been living under (and can you take me there)

this got kind of long bc a lot has happened and it's been kind of slowly building up over a month, and i kind of used this as an excuse to do something i've been wanting to do and make a rough timeline of events, so hope you don't mind the incredibly long post. it has certainly been An April (/neg) around here.

march 10th- quackity announces the big project he’s been teasing, the qsmp, a minecraft server with both spanish and english creators. dream puts out a priv tweet the same day saying he’s been working on something similar to collaborate with worldwide creators and he’s mentioning it bc he doesn’t want people to be worried about copying once it’s announced (this is foreshadowing)

april 2nd- dream announces the united smp and its accompanying live translation mod with a video and a tweet. small note here that the video was originally supposed to be an april fools video at first, which is why the international creators are skinned as the different manhunt members, but was delayed by a day bc editing took longer than expected. discourse starts near immediately as drantis are quick to accuse dream of copying q's idea of a multi language server

april 3rd- quackity announces that a new live translation mod is being implemented in the qsmp. copying accusations are now coming from both sides. note that it has been 1 day since the usmp announcement, so the chance that q actually developed a mod in that time is basically zero. also note that dream said he’d been working on the usmp prior to knowledge of qsmp’s mod being public. this is confirmed by snapchats dream posted later this month of camera roll screenshots of photos of a whiteboard with brainstorming for the usmp with the date march 8th visible, which is prior to the qsmp announcement. the point i’m trying to make here is that the most likely explanation is that it's a big damn coincidence

on this day there was also a brief copypasta started by george and sapnap joking about the similarities between the two servers (the first multilingual smp with live translation). george goes live with the smp from his copypasta tweet (slutsmp) and several ccs join throughout (during the stream its implied he basically @/everyone-ed the entire dsmp discord). he makes several shady comments but at this point its unclear if hes memeing quackity, the fans making drama out of the situation, or both

kind of skipping over a few weeks here bc its a lot of the same Nothingness but basically: discourse continues to spiral, egged on by the fact that dream has continued interacting with/mentioning quackity but is met with radio silence from the other side. there are a few clarifications from dream on twitter during this period that the qsmp and usmp are separate concepts and that he does not hold any ill will towards q

april 24th- while already somewhat assumed after quackity announced the qsmp's translation mod, quackity officially announces that the qsmp will be adding worldwide creators

april 27th- dream drops this thread which i highly recommend reading for yourself bc it gives a lot of context. tldr: quackity hasn't responded to dream despite multiple attempts to reach out, from both dream and other mutual friends. dream doesn't know what's going on with him but doesn't want any more hate to build between their two fanbases. he is explaining this because he feels he should explain his motives/give context as hate has built up to the point of irl threats to himself and his family's safety. he says that he is changing the concept of usmp slightly so there is less competition between the 2 servers and reiterates that he doesn't want any hate sent to quackity and that he's proud of all he's done

radio silence from quackity for this whole day, and then:

april 28th- quackity goes live on twitch. he says nothing about it and announces the new brazilian creators for the qsmp

and that's... kind of where we're at? q has continued being active on qsmp and social media and has said nothing, mutual friends are continuing to interact with quackity, and we've kind of reached a weird stalemate.

there's also some small bits of context that are more on the fandom side of things as to why a lot of ppl aren't supporting quackity anymore, so i'll (semi-briefly) try to explain those here:

during all this a mod on the qsmp was (rightfully) called out for including a mob that portrayed incredibly racist stereotypes of indigenous people. q did eventually remove the mod after public pressure but his apology/explanation of the situation was incredibly lackluster, and he didn't address any of the server members who made racist comments about the mob or after the mod's removal. this soured a lot of people's opinion of quackity/the qsmp in general.

second thing is just general vitriol between the two fandoms. qsmp fans/quackity solos were already being nasty at the start of the month, and that only built as the month continued. i saw at least one instance of a fan supposedly being doxxed and having someone show up to their house over the drama, and heard of ppl having gore/photos of self harm sent to their dms (so y'know. classic toxic twitter fandom bullshit). i will say that the toxicity has recently somewhat risen on the dteam side of things as well, with people being a lot quicker to hate on ccs still interacting with quackity and generally being super neg abt q (tho i can't act like some of that anger isn't slightly warranted. hell, i've been super angry over this and i used to be a super big fan of quackity). a lot of people are disappointed in q's silence over this whole issue and believe that it is quackity's responsibility to at least publicly denounce the doxxing/threats being made by fans in defense of him, especially as it's something that dream has already done, both prior to this situation and during.

as far as "picking sides" goes... a lot of ppl here on dtblr have been doomposting for a while, and at this point quackity is basically in no one's good books. at the same time, most of the rational people i follow have been acknowledging the nuance of the situation, and that a lot of mutual friends may be caught in the middle right now (shit dude, you're talking to a foolish main and that dude's still on quackity's damn server). there's also the matter of dream basically asking people to stop fighting, which at this point i am very inclined to agree with due to the levels of discourse and toxicity that we've already gone through, plus i think it's a better alternative than the community self-cannibalizing any time someone mentions quackity

ultimately it's up to you to decide what you want to do with this info and how much you want to remove yourself/unstan ccs, but know you aren't alone if you're sad/disappointed about how this whole thing has panned out 🫂 it has certainly been quite the Month around here

#sorry this took so long to get to. i had class for 5 hrs and then when i got back i was tired & didnt wanna think abt discourse for a bit #i could go back and add links to tweets and such if anyone wants but i think this is mostly accurate #feel free to add on if there's anything you think i missed or could be helpful #and anon i hope ur doing well. also sorry for making u read all that <3 #asks #anon #discourse #long post #its under a readmore but still. fair warning. long post #ALSO this is all shit we already know if this starts up arguing again im gonna explode into a million pieces no one start shit #i dont think anyone will but i just get nervous whenever i discourse post bc im v nonconfrontational and dont wanna start more arguments #everyone b niceys okay....

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Nimbus FUMBLE / Part 2

Tori: Goodness…

So being “pressed” is about feeling upset and bothered, huh. Then, you could have just said that. This is so hard to understand~

Aira: Ehehe, I ended up speaking the way I post online.

Tori: Well, I’m fine with that. If you’re saying that’s the trend right now, then I want to be in the know as well.

And? What’s been bothering you, Shiratori?

Aira: Hm~... Then… Is it okay if I ask for some advice, HImemiya-senpai?

Tori: Yeah. I don’t know if I can actually be of help. But I’ll do my best so try telling me what happened.

Aira: Um, you see… Recently, I’ve been feeling like my posts aren’t getting as many likes as they used to. I’m not getting many new followers either.

That doesn’t mean that I’m unhappy with my current fans.

Of course, I’m super happy whenever someone likes or replies to my posts, and I want to keep cherishing those who do.

So… I do get that it isn’t all about the numbers… It’s just that I’m worried if the problem is from my side.

What if… I’m losing my reach because my posts aren’t interesting…

Similar posts are available in plenty, so maybe I’m not delivering the things everyone wants to know and the topics they can enjoy.

Tori: Hm, I see~ So, in other words, you’re feeling like your posts are falling into a boring routine?

Aira: Ah, yes! That’s what I mean!

But in spite of that, I’m unable to think of any kind of breakthrough, you know.

Tori: So basically, you just need someone to produce your social media account, right? Then let me join you in brainstorming!

Aira: Huh… No, that’s… No matter how you look at it, I’d feel bad making Himemiya-senpai go that far for me.

My account is just a hobby of mine. Listening to me talk was more than enough.

Tori: Don’t worry about it. I just got some time to spare. And even if you’re unable to do it all alone, if the two of us think about it, some kind of great idea might pop up.

Not to mention, even Eichi-sama would produce projects for his family’s business, right? So I need to learn more about that kind of stuff.

Aira: Then… Is it okay if I accept your offer and make this request of you…?

OMG, the thought of being produced by the idol Himemiya Tori is killing me…! I’ll turn super LOVE for sure ♪ I’m so glad I didn’t hold back and asked for advice!

Tori: Yes, yes. But we can’t already be sure that it’s going to be a success, okay.

Now, let’s get going. Shiratori, let’s go~?

Aira: Huh? Where are we even going~?! Himemiya-senpai~?!

Aira: Um… This is the ES building? Why did we come here, Himemiya-senpai?

Tori: Fufufu. Excellent question, Shiratori!

For rice cakes, go to a rice cake shop![1] So for a viral hit, we go to an influencer! Every man knows his business best!

And since this is a place with so many idols and performers, doesn’t that mean that there’s tons of people here who have huge follower counts?

I was thinking that we could have a quick start by surveying such people.

Aira: I-I see! So we just need to ask for personal tips!

Tori: Yup. That’s what I mean. Now let’s start on the search to find someone who’s easy to talk to!

Aira: Hm~ I wonder if someone’s here…?

—Ah! Himemiya-senpai! Yuuki-senpai is over there. Let’s try asking him?

Tori: Eh~? Will asking Glasses Monk—Yuuki-senpai be of any use…?

Aira: What are you even saying, Himemiya-senpai?! Yuuki-senpai’s account is on another level!

It wasn’t that active a while back. But with the popularity of his fashionable, attractive pics and his gaming livestreams, it blew up recently.

His followers have been increasing at an incredible speed the past few months and it’s an up and coming account, you see! He’s a regular on stuff like the strongest trends rankings!

Besides, Yuuki-senpai interacts in a very friendly way with his fans. If you get the timing right, you can even get a reply from him, so his popularity is super high!

Look. This is the account I’m talking about—

Tori: What?! He has these many followers?!

Ughh, even though you’re a Glasses Monkey~...![2]

H-Hmph. Then maybe we can try asking him, yeah?

Aira: Yeah. Then, let’s…

He~llo, Yuuki-senpai~ Good afternoon~

Makoto: …Hm? Ah, good afternoon, Shiratori-kun and Himemiya-kun. What’s up? Did you want me for something?

Aira: Uhm… Please tell me the secret behind your popularity, Yuuki-senpai!

Makoto: Huh, what do you mean? That’s what I’d like to hear myself?!

Writer: Maiko Nishioka

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Proofing: Maximum Cheese

A Japanese saying

Tori's nickname for Makoto is メガネサル (literally "monkey wearing glasses") which is Japanese for a Tarsier

#ensemble stars #enstars #nimbus fumble #aira shiratori #tori himemiya #makoto yuuki

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•Close Call•

Summary🪄: Brynn and Ali’s planning session nearly gets discovered; Ari nearly has a heart attack

⚠️: pretty much all fluff, mentions of puberty and all the fun stuff that comes along with it, mention of porn (just the word though)

A/N🎙: A quick, funny (at least to me) idea I had including the Operation: Rekindle girls! Hope you guys like it☺️!

“Okay if we’re gonna get mom and dad back together we need a plan,” Aliana states opening Ari’s laptop. Good thing he was at work pretty much all day so they could openly brainstorm ideas and research what they needed.

“And to do that, we need to know how to get couples back together,” Brynn adds sitting beside her with a large bag of hot fries—how they could comfortably and willingly eat them Ari would never know. There’s silence as both just look at the colorful Google page peering back at them. The cursor blinking in the search bar as they munch and occasionally scratch their respective heads.

“Anything?”

“Nope. You?,” Ali asks.

“If you don’t, you know I don’t. Somebody should’ve figured it out though, all this time.

Quickly swiping her hands on her shorts dusting off the remaining hot flakes, Brynn’s slender fingers carefully tap against the black keys before she’s hitting enter and receiving thousands of hits. Majority of them links to articles from magazines while some were book advertisements guaranteeing to help with a successful marriage and relationship.

“If couples are experiencing more arguments and disagreements than usual, therapy sessions with a certified marriage counselor/relationship expert may be needed and are highly encouraged. They don’t argue though, so I doubt they need therapy.”

“And I’m glad they don’t. I don’t have enough birthday money saved to pay $150 per session,” Ali states lightly pushing her sister’s hands out the way so she can type.

“How..to get…people..together…that should be,” she reads aloud hitting enter. “Party planning? No. Planning an event with a large group of people…no, why do all these things keep talking about planning a party?! That’s literally nowhere in what I typed in.”

“Wait here’s something. How I got my two ‘obviously in love with each other’ friends together bingo! We have a winner,” Brynn excitedly shouts high-fiving her equally excited sister.

“Okay so first she says she invited them both to a group hangout and made them sit together.”

“Alright..we could invite mom out with us sometime. Or even just to come over and hang out?,” Brynn suggests.

“Right! Like for movie night!”

“Where we could watch her favorite movie…”

“Which is My Big Fat Greek Wedding!..,” Ali bounces holding onto Brynn’s hands. Neither one caring about the crumbs remaining on the other’s hands.

“Which also happens to be the movie they watched on one of their dates we’re geniuses!,” Brynn adds in a rush of words causing both of them to squeal.

It was a fool proof plan already! Surely leaving both of them alone to watch such a mushy romantic comedy would have them reminiscing on happier times and missing each other so much they’d have to at least think about getting back together.

“Okay so we got step one, what’s next?”

“Girls?,” Ari knocks startling Ali and Brynn so, they nearly knocked over the laptop and bag of chips.

“Um h-hold on!,” Ali shouts as she quickly slaps the computer shut and Brynn hides her Captain America notebook that held the beginnings of their plan. “Okay, come in!”

Both try to appear as if they weren’t up to anything, flashing nervous smiles while one lied on her stomach kicking her feet and the other sat against the headboard. Stepping into their room, his dad senses are on alert having seen that “innocent” look on their faces before.

“Hey dad! W-We thought you weren’t getting home until seven?,” Brynn asks.

“We were short staffed, so I decided to close up early. What were you guys up to?”

“Nothing,” both answer with a shake of their heads. Quirking his brow he steps closer noticing his laptop at the foot of Brynn’s bed and the prominent fingerprints along its surface.

“Hm…needed the laptop today?”

“Yea we were just uh…searching…stuff.”

“Okay.” That wasn’t suspicious at all. “Mind if I-?”

“No!,” they both shout causing their father to tilt his head with hands on his hips.

“Um n-not yet we mean!,” Ali quickly corrects nervously laughing with Brynn nodding beside her. “We’ll be done by tomorrow morning. Promise.”

“Now why would they need to be so secretive?,” he thought. His birthday and Father’s Day had passed. Their mother’s birthday wasn’t until later in the year, and he was sure they weren’t Christmas shopping seeing that they still depended on the both of you to do so. With no other events that warranted presents coming up, his heart nearly drops at the only other explanation that he could think of.

He knew this day would come, but this early?! His babies were only 11! Ari was sure he had three more years at least before this came up.

“Alright, this is fine. It’s not, definitely not, but hey this is part of being a dad. I’m highly capable of having this conversation with my daughters…I swear if some big headed boy is trying to pressure my angels their bodies will never be found.”

His throat feels impossibly dry—contradicting his sweaty palms—pulling the chair from the desk in the corner so he can sit near his precious girls. It feels like you both were just bringing them home in their little car seats and swaddled in matching pink blankets.

“Look guys,” he sighs raking his hand through his almond strands, “I know you’re growing up and your body is going through…changes.”

“D-Dad?,” Ali asks exchanging confused glances with her sister.

“Which is completely normal! Everybody goes through this at some point. Some early and some a little later, but either way it’s a confusing time that comes with a lot of questions.”

“Dad.” Brynn tries, but Ari’s dead set on finishing his speech.

“This is probably weird and uncomfortable, but I want you guys to know you can always come to me or your mom okay? And we prefer you do when you’re probably gonna be tempted to look up things which will lead to…um…pictures a-and videos possibly-,”

“Dad we’ve already had the sex talk,” Brynn announces.

He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or even more worried hearing that.

“You have?”

“Yea, a little after school let out mom sat us down and said that since we’re going to middle school, and becoming young women, we needed to have an ‘important conversation’.”

“Oh,” he smiles feeling his shoulders relax just a tad, “t-that’s good to hear.”

“Wait…did you think we were looking up porn?”

“What?! Nooo nonono I just..um…h-how do you know about that though?”

“Mom, again. She told us how those are movies only for adults and that if anybody tried to show us anything, we should run away and tell someone,” Aliana answers.

“Preferably a trusted adult, you, or her,” Brynn adds causing Ari to lean forward in the rolling chair with hand over his heart as he releases a harbored breath. Just when he thought he couldn’t love you any more.

“And she’s completely right. Listen to your mom, she’s the smartest woman in the world.”

“And the prettiest, which clearly explains us,” Ali states. Both flipping their curls over their shoulders while Ari deeply chuckles.

“Hey I helped a bit in that too, okay? But you’re not wrong though.”

Their quiet giggles nudging each other’s shoulder is for more than their father’s feigned hurt.

“Well, now that we’ve cleared that up I was thinking tacos for dinner. Sound good?”

“Mhmm,” they nod.

“Great!,” he claps his hands before standing to return the chair to its appropriate spot. “I’ll go ahead and get things started, you both wash your hands and come down after.”

“Got it.”

“Love you guys.”

“Love you too.”

As soon as he’s on the other side of the door, all three are chuckling to themselves and breathing sighs of relief at quite possibly the most awkward moment they’ve encountered yet. They also hope to never experience something so nerve wracking again.

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Nothing would've been enough to prepare the Tin Man for what his life would be after gaining a heart. Seemingly in an instant, he grows increasingly sentimental over many things and people; most noteable of which being his dear friend (Y/N). He wonders why he finds it so difficult to speak to you now, and tries his best to keep the hammering in his chest as quiet as possible.

Amused with their friend's terrible attempt at flirting, Scarecrow and Lion try and help him out (with the little knowledge they have themselves on courting).

Warnings: Tin Man feels a lot of Emotions and doesn't know how to deal with them properly

A/N: Requested by a friend! Hope you enjoy <3

"You know, you're usually supposed to be around the person you're trying to court."

Tin Man anxiously peaked his head out the window of his home, metallic hands audibly shaking as he drew back the curtain. Scarecrow had been going on for what seemed like hours now, prying his way into his love life after making a quick comment on a project he had been working for (Y/N). The Tin Man sighs, knowing that while Scarecrow meant no harm with his statement, he was delivering a pretty harsh truth. In all honesty, he didn't know what was wrong with him. Everyone in Oz was comfortable enough to hold a conversation with you. Why not him?

"Pah! Who knew a guy with such a cold exterior would become such a softy?" Lion teases, setting up little tea sandwiches for the evening's get-together. Tin Man had been planning this evening for what seemed like ages now, enlisting the help of the two friends to be sure that everything would be perfect upon your arrival.

Scarecrow playfully nudges Lion, rolling his eyes. "I would say the same thing about you, ya' big furball. When we first met, your bark was certainly a lot bigger than your bite!"

Tin Man felt his lips attempt to quirk up into a smile, before they froze in an awkward in-between phase. He taps on the table, hoping to get the other's attention ─ it was dreadfully difficult to talk with you mouth being stuck half-closed. Lion sighs, grabbing the oil can.

Tin Man had been crying, still unable to get a steady grasp on stress. He would cry over things most people might deem silly, but to him it felt like the fate of the world itself.

"Let a real man tell you how to court (Y/N)." Lion slicks back his mane cockily, leaning across the table. "Rub your scent on their things. I'm talking clothes, couch, door, the whole nine yards."

His scent? He wasn't too sure you'd be very fond of everything in your home smelling like oil ─ this surely had to just be a lion thing.

Scarecrow tuts, shaking his head. "No, no! You've got it all wrong." He stands up, sticking a determined finger into the air. "Make them their favorite foods! For best results, i'd say that you mix all their favorite foods into one-love filled meal."

"Fellas, this all and fine and dandy," Tin Man begins, in hopes to stop the two from bickering, "But none of this advice is not going to do me any good if I hardly have the nerve to ask about their day."

That would certainly be an issue, wouldn't it? His friends slumped back in their chairs, trying to come up with another solution. Their little brainstorming session is cut short when they hear knocking on the door. Tin Man jumps up, falling to the floor with a loud clatter. Even after his landing, a his heart can still be heard banging inside his chest.

Scarecrow gives him a sympathetic pat on the back. "I would say to just be yourself, but if this is what the night entails, i'd be goin' for a more watered down approach." Lion delivers a smack to the back of his head, shooting him a quick glare. Scarecrow laughs it off. "Hey, hey! I was only jokin' with him. I'm sure this night will go on just fine."

,

,

You awkwardly sipped on your tea, painfully aware of the tension in the room. Lion couldn't look you in the eye, Scarecrow seemed as he was about to bust a seam from laughter, and Tin Man was quaking. You coughed into your hand. "So, how have you all been?"

"I've been all fine and dandy now, (Y/N)," He begins, before slinging an arm around Tin Man, pulling him in. "Thank's for askin'! Lion's been up to nothin', probably, but I think you'd have a great time seein' what Tinny over here's been workin' on."

Tin Man lets out a frightened squeak as your eyes whip over to him. Curse that scarecrow! It was meant to be a suprise for later... later being, whever he gathered the courage. Which, in all fairness would've probably been never.

"Ah, well─" He finally manages to stutter out, hands fumbling around a nearby drawer. "I'm not─ it's not, ah, a big deal or anything but─"

He practically throws a little wooden carving at you, hands rushing back to his sides in a desperate attempt to keep your fingers from lingering on his. Holding the gift in your hands, you feel your heart practically melt when you realize it's been made to look like your favorite animal. Each detail careful and precise... he must have spent a lot of time working on this.

"Thank you, Tin Man." You smile, looking over every detail of his craft in adoration. "It's beautiful!"

Tin Man lets out a sigh of relief. It was a small step, but a small step forward in the right direction. Now, he just hoped further advances in courting you would go as smoothly as this.

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NAKED - 4: RUN Jungkook

There For You - by Martin Garrix, Troye Sivan  [There For You]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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It’s June 12, 2017, 「BTS Festa 2017」 pulls up now remember that these festa dinners/events are usually filmed beforehand perhaps days, longest a month, most likely depending on their schedule and amongst their usual excitement and bickering we are very randomly and oh-so-casually made privy of a particular piece of information regarding Jungkook: During 2016, the only birthday present he gifted was to Jimin and the public the boys wants to know why.

[Here is the BangtanSUBS link to that dinner and the TimeStamp (TS) for that particular questions is → 53:27

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For the life of me, I’m not sure exactly what they expected him to answer, or actually let me correct myself real quick; I'm not sure exactly what Jimin expected him to answer. If you watch the entire video, the members make it clear throughout the session that because they are all around each other so much, they ran out of things to ask or discuss about each other, hence most of the questions they came out with were for lack of anything real to say and really just to create lighthearted banter. 

During this brainstorm-for-banter one of the members did bring up the question, which sparked JM’s interest and the way I’ve always pictured JM in my head during this moment, was him going “you know what? Yeah. Let's ask this …”. Mind you, this was a period (as shown from the infamous JinJikook vlive:

) where JM seemed to almost be requesting from JK to come forth saying things he thought he wouldn’t hear if not in front of a camera 😬.

JK didn’t answer the question, at least not in the direct way that perhaps JM wanted him to but he was hella smart about it!. If you watch the whole video you’ll see that from the moment the question was asked, JK wasn’t even given the time to reply, it was a whole back-and-forth between all the members who probably felt like some sort of grave was being dug, until JM would bring it back to subject and try to make JK answer. But JK did handle it like a pro and replied that he’d place more care in choosing member’s gifts from then on. 

Why did JM want something from JK so badly? Why was JK fighting not the give this something to JM? I’m afraid we will never know unless they tell us and for the rest it can be all up to speculation, but this goes well into Jikook 2016 dynamics so I can’t digress 🥴 Back to todays topic!

So, in my opinion, JK might have dodged a bullet that day but I think it was finally made even louder and clearer that soemthing had to be done. Jungkook needed to RUN. And not run as in “run away” but run in the RUN BTS way, he needed to get to work to “solve a mission” because whatever feelings or message he was maybe trying to convey to JM were apparently not coming across; so JK got to work. 

October 13, 2017 & October 15, 2017 rolled around. The first being JM’s birthday, which he went on vlive for and the second being a VMON vlive after their concert in Osaka

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2:

During vlive #1, JM is wearing presents given to him by members (as he said), one is the shirt and second is the cartier nail ring, which we will then discover, during vlive #2, was a gift from Joon. As explained by Joon, he got the gift early and also gave it to JM early. The members were all except for jimin of course added to a group where Joon wanted to give people a heads up and make sure that they didn’t feel pressured to do anything by this time gifting culture among bts was taking afoot thanks to JM himself.

I know many might want to and had speculated know what JK thought about Joon’s gift but in all honesty, I do get the vibes of him being a person very focus on his own tasks and he was a man on a mission at this point in time. Hence, besides not being it his place to start dictating to his Hyungs what they could and could not give their member as a gift, to be very honest, as he probably was already planning this try trip for a while by then I think that Joon could have given JM a diamond studded cellphone cover and JK wouldn’t have cared.

JM appreciates gifts and affectionate gestures a lot, but what he seems to really love are messages and words of affection. JK knew that by then and he did indeed have a message. So it was that, on October 13, 2017, JK posted his happy birthday tweet and to everyone’s confusion and curiosity he also added the words “It’s not over yet …”

The trip to Japan wasn’t a random “let me gift him a trip”, many interviews prior and after their trip will indicate that JM REALLY wanted to go to Japan. The way I’ve always pictured JK as he decided in his plans of action was JK probably sitting down and thinking, “I’m not the best with words but I have something to convey, what do I do?” In an interview released on November 17, 2017 meaning the interview happened beforehand, and in this case obviously before their trip by the Japanese magazine Non-No, Jimin says:

And so it was that according to various accounts of a Jikook airport citing we know they were at the airport on October 28, 2017 and were definitely back by November 1, 2017 as they had the ”Love Myself,” UNICEF’ new project with BTS, in Seoul on Wednesday. (Korean Committee for UNICEF)” press conference.

By this time, November 1, 2017, JM had no idea what would happen exactly the following week. Even after he’d post his two VLOGs for their dear first trip (November 6), he still had no clue. 

VLOG 1:

VLOG 2:

So then came November 8, 2017. On this day JK would release his first Golden Closet Film, in Tokyo (GCFT). I wasn’t around at the time, but I can only imagine how excite everyone would have been to see JK’s take of Tokyo through his lenses. Yet as views started rolling in and comments piling up, by shippers and not, one thing became unanimously agreed: Rather than Tokyo, there seems to be a lot of JM. 

Eventually we’ll find out that JK, amongst many of his sources, used a “how to make a travel vlog with your boyfriend/gf” tutorial video, which if it wasn’t eye-brow raising worthy already, added to his paying credits in order to use Troy Sivan’s There For You as the video’s BGM, it surly has maaaaany thinking.

Now we can stay here and analyse the song all day but one thing is for sure, every edit/movie/video has a climax, and for the climax of GCFT the clips were edited to match with the following lyric “Boy, I'm holdin' onto something Won't let go of you for nothing. I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you. There was a time that I was so blue, What I got to do to show you?” and then for the GRAND FINALE:  “Running, running, just to keep my hands on you. Running, running, just to keep my hands on you. Said, I’m running, just to keep my hands on you. But you gotta be there for me too”. 

So here is what I think, feel and took out of this regardless of me thinking it to be a romantic love: JK had a couple of messages. As we may all know already or not LOVE is not as easy as the 4 letters it is made of, it varies greatly in meaning, display and intensity. However, regardless of the type of love he felt/feels at the time of him creating GCFT he clearly wanted the intended person of the video to know: 

That he’ll be there for them, that he’d been running just to be there for them, but that at the same time, he needed them to be them for him too. 

... I may be mistaken but how many times has JM publicly requested to hear something from JK after this? Feels, to me, like the message was delivered.

HAPPY 5th YEAR ANNIVERSARY for GCFT.

Always respectfully yours 💜💛,

Marengo. 

PS - … Wanna get a little delulu? → Blood-Moon

#Jikook #JKK NAK #Jikook GCFT #JK

[doevademe]

As a continuation for the time travel prompt (big up to the one who came up with it and to you for giving life to it, I love how your brains work) I propose maybe a plot twist: by the time young perce and nico come to terms with their future, they hear the wailing of a few months old baby girl who looks legit like a mix of the two from upstairs? And chaos ensues? Maybe? (By that I mean they re not only married but they discover they re parents too thanks to godly magic).

[Other parts of the fic: 1, 2, 3]

"So in the future you become like a badass demigod mercenary? And sometimes you take me with you?" Young Percy asked Nico's younger self, who just shrugged. "That's... actually really cool!"

"It is pretty cool," his Percy commented as he opened a can of spritz from their last trip to Venice. "And after brainstorming last night, we think your being here is a consequence of our last outing."

"What were you guys doing?" His younger self asked curiously as Nico just tapped his foot, waiting for the image to clear.

"Getting some sand for a primordial," he said. "It's the primordial in question that makes me suspicious."

"You called exactly when I expected you," the magical image finally spoke. Nico had enough experience to know that the older a deity, the more exentric and weird they were, but he still had to double take at the image of a crone with a young woman's face the primordial of Destiny sported.

"If you knew, why keep me on hold, Ananke?" Nico asked, all fake politeness. The goddess changed, now having the body of a baby and the face of an old woman.

"Woah, that's really frea—" his husband acted quick, putting his hand over his younger self's mouth. Nico gave him a grateful smile.

"I also answered when I was expected to," she said, looking perplexed. "You are wondering why there's time displaced versions of yourselves with you."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Percy said as his younger self struggled to get out of his grip. "Was there something in the gem you paid us with or something?"

"Nothing of the sort," she said with an airy laugh, changing to a woman in her forties with a baby face. "It's because the sand I needed for my clock is filled with the essence of Aion."

"The primordial of Time," Nico said, mostly for Younger Percy's sake (and his Percy, too, but he knew better than to ask questions while he was talking with deities). "We rolled on the stuff to get away from a Drakon, so we're also infused with his essence."

"Time is eternal and cyclical. By getting his essence, you pulled on people from other times, and they are anchored to you. They'll remain in this time until the essence fades."

"In other words, we're radioactive," Percy said with a sigh. Young Percy used the opportunity to break free and get in front of Nico, glaring at the woman.

"Okay, so I have two questions," he said loudly. Nico resisted the urge to facepalm. "One, how long will that essence cling to them? Two, will we remember what happened?"

Nico loved Percy. With all his heart, even at his worst. But right now, he wished their Time-radioctiveness had brought a mellower old man version of his husband instead of him at his most... Percy.

"Destiny is found out by mortals in time, my dear... but depending on how much essense they absorbed, it could be anywhere from a few days to a month."

Their eyes widened. He and Percy tended to get... busy right after a mission (don't judge him, it saved them a bath), so they had had that sand clinging on them for hours!

"As for the other question.... Your Destiny was to come here. While the memories will be gone, the experiences will remain. A tiny little voice that will remind you 'I should be doing this'..." Ananke said with excitement. "It was needed so neither of you would give up on each other! And just like that, our time is u—"

"Please toss another Drachma for five more minutes," Fleecy's automated message recited. Nico sighed and dissipated the rainbow.

No one spoke for a few minutes, teying to proccess the information.

"Percy mentioned a gem," Young Nico said finally. "What was it for?"

"Uh... for our future," his Percy said evasively. "Look, we only take on jobs from primordials for special things and... it's nice to have the option."

"Option for..." Young Percy drawled, finally finding an opening to bother his older self. His Percy looked away, coughing. "Come on, your future husband asked you a question. Answer him."

His younger self blushed and hid behind him. Nico was torn between considering himself adorable or embarrassing.

"It's a tiny, tiny fragment of the World Egg that birthed the universe," Nico said. "It can create anything... within reason. I'm not very trustful of Love and Fertility gods, so this was a nice compromise for eventually... having a baby."

Nico knew that Percy had wanted a family of his own since he was little, and that was the one thing Nico wasn't sure he could give him. When Ananke offered the gem in exchange for a job, he had jumped at the chance. Young Percy's eyes widened and he glanced at Young Nico for a moment before blushing heavily.

"Oh, speaking of baby-making," his Percy said, making their younger selves squirm. Nico raised an eyebrow. He was doing it on purpose. "We need to set ground rules for you guys."

"Ground rules? This is our house too!" Young Percy argued.

"You're minors, and this won't be your house for another four years," Percy said, blowing a raspberry. Nico looked away. His husband was a five year old in a 27-year-old body sometimes. "So, first of all, now you know you'll get together, but I want no exploration of that in this house."

"I wouldn't!" Young Percy exclaimed. Young Nico shrank on himself, making Young Percy's eyes widen. "Not that I don't want to— I mean, I'm still with Annabeth, and I'm not a cheater!"

Young Nico nodded, relaxing a little.

Adorable, Nico decided. I was adorable.

"Good. Second of all—"

A loud cry stopped them all in his tracks. Nico and his husband reacted first, followed by their younger selves as they opened one the rooms.

Inside was a craddle with little baby with dark black hair and striking green eyes. The name 'Emilia' was carved on the craddle.

Nico moved first, picking up the baby and rocking her lightly. The girl looked at him and stopped crying immediately.

"It's okay, Emmy, papa is here," he said softly, checking to see if there was anything wrong with her.

"Did you guys use the gem already?" Young Percy asked, looking at the baby. "It sounded like you didn't!"

"We... we haven't yet," his husband said slowly, getting closer to Nico and the baby. "But there's this feeling when I look at her... I know she is my daughter."

From the look Nico saw on his younger self's eyes, he knew both were thinking the same.

Aion's essense. If it pulled them from the past, it could also pull someone from the future. Someone so close to them it was basically their conbined selves.

Like Nico and Percy's future daughter.

"Damn Time Radioactivity!" Young Percy said once he caught on. Young Nico slapped his arm. "Hey!"

"Watch your language in front of our daughter!"

Percy and Nico looked at each other.

This complicated things even further.

#You said chaos and I delivered #I hope #Percico #my writing #Cue Percy taking the kids to buy baby supplies #and Nico wondering if this is the best of worst day of his life #I could tag this drabble but #it's not a drabble at this point #sorry this one took so long #it was a hard one to conceptualize #writing prompt

[facks-stories]

2/? [plot]

“I mean someone on this blog has powers”

“But I don’t,”

“… alright!”

Somehow her response was clam, though it was the end of the short conversation.

[1/3 ends]

The rest agreed, with scrim winning this time

“Aw”

“Sorry to interrupt- but are we not going to talk about the back of the cards again?”

[at this point I made the calm smaller]

“Why should we?”

[2/3]

“Well fack did spend 2 and a half hours on it”

“And fack needs to clam their ego down-“

[didn’t roll for this one, just something she’d say to me]

“Well that was a bit rude?”

“I apologize, I’m a bit angry”

“Oh, why?”

Milan shrugs, mimu knew she wasn’t someone to get angry over two lost games or any games really [but in her defense she got pretty shitly cards both games] and the other two didn’t really get that from talking to her.

Even though she claimed to be angry nothing in her behavior changed, unlike Mimu she was incredibly hard to read, she always had the same “angry” facial expression and tone. A tone that often sounded like static if you weren’t paying the most attention, which achos wasn’t doing

“Sorry- uh what did you say”

“I said I’m a bit tired”

“But thats not at all what you said”

“But its the truth”

Mimu felt like this was a lie, especially because he had never known milan to be tired either, but tired could mean different things so he bushed the possible lie off

“Any other games you guys know of?”

“Oh! I wanna learn poker!”

Milan shot the other two a quick “i was right” glance

“Poker? You can’t even drink yet why do you know poker?” 

“I know poker?”

“Mimu is a 8 year old mentally, at least some of the time, explain that better”

Milans reply was a bit unwarranted and angry but mother scrim ignored it because milan did a slight wince for only a second or two

[i made the calm smaller again]

“Mimu we can’t play poker, we don’t have the chips for them”

“Oh I can just get them”

“You guys have poker chips?-“

“No, everyone else can just manifest items”

“What? I thought there was no magic”

“There isn’t, its just lazy writing”

“Huh” “huh” “huh”

“Fack didn’t feel like coming up with a reasonable explanation on how they get things”

“What do poker chips look like?”

Mimu interrupted the other two’s opportunity to ask questions though after milan’s answer of “just do the ones that look right” Mimu was too busy to interrupt anymore

“Whos they?”

“Everyone else”

“Can you not do it?”

“Nope”

“Well why not?”

“Because I’m “dangerous””

Well its a bit hard to tell if she’s actually pissed, achos honestly was hearing static again and maybe mother scirm could have figured it out if milan wasn’t so careful, even when her words sounded carefree.

The quotation marks on dangerous gave the two a uneasy feeling, they couldn’t tell if she was down playing something or it was a simple over exaggeration. Still they both looked over at each other simultaneously, then at Mimu who had made the chips and got distracted, making rubber duckes.

Echos started taking the ducks as scrim looked back at milan who was staring at Mimu. Scrim couldn’t tell what milan wanted to do, it looked like she just might kill the poor boy or cradle him. ‘Shes a whole contradiction’ they thought.

“Hey you ok?”

“Yea I’m fine, why”

“Well-“

“WE HAVE A THEORY :D >:D”

Mimu held up the card box he grabbed off the table, him and achos were sitting on the floor brainstorming what they could mean, the people with the wings that is

“Oh sorry aunt for yelling”

“Thats fine,”

“Ok so one is covering the others ears, and the other is choking the other one”

“You’ve used other 3 times in one sentence, thats not really helpful.”

“>:(“

“Well I think this has something to do with anon and milan”

Silence- maybe achos would have broken it if milan didn’t tell him such a pissed off comment

“Well these people have wings, and so does milan”

“Mimu I don’t have wings”

“But I saw them! And so did colby-!”

“I’d know if I had wings”

“They glow! And.. and their yellow and kinda transparent”

“I’m honestly surprised you know what transparent means”

“Milan I’m serious! They aren’t aways there, and I only saw them once but they were there”

{end of text}

[@essentially-a-worm-on-a-string @the-squishy-scrimblo]

Zbfuffii

Yeah I’m going to sleep and proof reading when I wake up

Ok edit: I mis colored some of the text so sorry about that 🥲👍

Also I had Mimu call scrim aunt since he’d probably see them more as a aunt

#fack plot2