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alarici · 16 days

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meronia hanahaki au? 🥺

Shorter than others because I am sleepy (undercaffienated). also im not sure if the ages are right bc of canon confusions. the intention is the ages mentioned are them at the time of L's death.

warning: mild gore, blood, canon typical violence, brief mention of domestic and familial abuse

teen, 565 words

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At sixteen, there are crocuses taking root in Mello’s lungs.

He knows this because there’s no other explanation for it. The tightness of his chest beyond the typical strain of his diaphragm. He can feel the roots along his bronchi, running along the vessels that take air to his heart.

The petals come a year later. By then, Mello has accepted his fate.

—

It’s not about love. It’s not about hate. It’s about a missed connection. A line that should have crossed, or tore prematurely.

This is the fact, according to whoever is willing to share.

Mello finds survivors of it. People who lived through it by crawling back to exes who punched them or to mothers who did not love gently or to a piano teacher who moved a town away.

It’s not fair.

Mello’s first love is dead, and the person the flowers need to find is across the ocean.

Mello does everything in his power to make sure that first, Nate River is his enemy—he will be beat, and second, Nate River will never know. Not when Mello wins. Not when Mello is buried in an unmarked plot outside of Tokyo.

—

Mello coughs and coughs and coughs until he pulls entire sprouts from his mouth. They’re unrecognizable, soaked in red blood. They used to be purple, Mello is sure of it. They’re crocuses. They’ve brought their spindly roots and stems with them. They come up sinewy and hard. They are not beautiful.

Mello presses them between dictionaries and encyclopedias. He never stays in his apartments long. He presses them into a small book and keeps them.

Memento mori.

This doesn’t have to last forever. Nobody is going to know.

—

Mello kills ten men on the sabbath. It’s against God to do such a thing. Killing is work, after all. The gun is a tool.

And then Mello must work again to force the petals out of his trachea. They come up violently, as they usually do. A mess of spit and red blood fell out of Mello’s mouth. The bathtub catches them, and Mello is too tired to save them. They are there when he wakes in the morning, peels his face from the bathroom floor.

—

Mello remembers less and less of the source of his terminality—his fantastical illness that has him part plant, part man, further than ever from God.

He remembers toothless smiles. A wit too sharp and so unfair and so maddening. Jet black eyes against colorless skin.

Nate River, Near, is L, is the winner, is the one smiling down at Mello when he stares at dark ceilings. When he looks in the eyes of souls shot out.

It’s filthy, this work. Mello is good at it.

Near has never been dirty all his life. How ironic, to be sullied by this. Mello’s sin and Mello’s failure. The universe hates me and loves you. For this, I have my book of crocuses, and you have the world in the palm of your hand.

— — —

At fourteen, Near has orchids in his left lung. Soon, they will spread to his right. Soon, Mello will leave, and Near will become L. Soon, Near will count his days until he can chase his lion down across the world, and they will stand side by side and suffocate together.

As soon draws Nearer, a fearless boy fighting a god begins to fear that Soon will never come.

#a.personal

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howdomaddie · 7 months

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nine eight people you would like to get to know better

ahhh thank you @elmelloill for the tag, i am so excited to have a chance to do a tag game again. hm, not unlike lev's sentiment, i feel like i know most of the people im gonna tag but i want to share in the fun :D you don't have to and if i didnt tag you but you still wanna do the thing then!!!!!! do it!!!!! (i couldnt think of 9 people im SORRY) @knightofkestrels @feelingwhimsy @whatnowllamapeople @jess-jessitiz @here-queer-jointpain-severe @sevennbees @imthepunchlord @kerrtesy

a lot more than three ships: UH hm. let me think

so technically (aside from catboy ot3) all ships are rotating in my brain at all times, and it kind of depends on what thing i've become re-obsessed with at any given moment. i am on a duo of fire emblem and ace attorney eras all over again, so chrobin (both robins), ike/soren and klapollo are all on the brain. also ryukita for persona 5 since we started replaying that one recently. also flynn/yuri from tales of vesperia bc they're a very fun dynamic i like chewing on. rowan/graha/estinien just. lurks at the back of my mind at all times klhgkjh

first ship ever: percy/annabeth from the pjo books, i think? thats the oldest i can remember, bc i got into the series in middle school. for other not-first ships, i think roughly around then i was also just dabbling in ds games of all kinds. i definitely read the pokemon special/pokemon adventures manga and shipped red/yellow, and then protag/keith in the second pokemon ranger game. i wrote....so much fanfiction back then...

last song: if we're being technical it's a lofi mix i have on for work (link to my work playlist here if you want it) but otherwise, it's been XIV/genshin/star rail OSTs and a mix of ok goodnight/casey lee williams the edge and fall out boy's so much for stardust album, though really it's the first two songs

last movie: UHHHHH i think the most recent indiana jones movie? my dad took me for my birthday last month, hehe. NO WAIT IT WAS BARBIE the barbie movie was good

currently reading: unfortunately i dont read books all that much any more, and mostly the same for fics. i guess this is the time to give me book recs?

currently watching: well, nothing really TV show wise, though i was hoping to maybe start a rewatch of the first few arcs of fairy tail. we'll see. i mostly watch youtube nowadays, and usually it's a combination of channels. playframe happens to be my favorite (nice and varied playthrough content, but also just a really nice husband/wife duo that plays things together and with their friends). i also enjoy studson studio since i want to do more diorama building and he's the one that got me interested in it :)

currently consuming: ough sweet tarts and a ginger ale technically speaking, im like a zombie at work today and hoping the sour and bubbly will keep me awake @_@ but i did have a nice yoghurt and croissant for breakfast (i promise i eat normal meals and i just happen to be snacking rn fldkjgh)

currently craving: the comfort of my bed bc i have an extremely terminal case of sleepy bitch disease

#thank you lev this was very fun ;u;#maddie babbles #i gave up on actually doing my work to do this bc i am so eepy today

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dying-suffering-french-stalkers · 1 year

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oh boy i love listing things

that i am doing right now so i can remember them and maybe even finish some of them

or, wendy again several problems (mostly hubris and sleepy binch disease)

READING:

Manga/comics/etc.:

Princess Knight by Osamu Tezuka

Azumanga Daioh by Kiyohiko Azuma

Regular books:

The Book of Ti’ana (Myst #2) by David Wingrove (weekly group reading)

The Genesis of Misery by Neon Yang

Arsène Lupin, Gentleman-Thief by Maurice Leblanc

WATCHING:

TV:

Mo Dao Zu Shi (the donghua/animated version) (watching weekly w/a friend)

Lupin III: Part 4 (JP cut/subbed)

Film:

Terminal Station (1953) dir. Vittorio de Sica

PLAYING:

A Short Hike (Nintendo Switch)

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (Nintendo Switch)

“Short” list of things I want to pick back up or start next [sweats] (HUBRIS):

Ace Attorney (Nintendo Switch)

Torna: The Golden Country (Nintendo Switch)

Panzer Dragoon remake (PC)

The Jig Is Up (PC)

Starting Point by Hayao Miyazaki

Shuna’s Journey by Hayao Miyazaki

Millennium Actress (2001) dir. Satoshi Kon

Woodstock (1970) dir. Michael Wadleigh

Double Indemnity (1944) dir. Billy Wilder

Adieu l’ami (1968) dir. Jean Herman

I, Claudius (1976) dir. Herbert Wise

The Big Sleep (1946) dir. Howard Hawks

Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1951) dir. Albert Levin

Return of Sabata (1971) dir. Gianfranco Parolini

Red River (1948) dir. Howard Hawks

Lupin III: Strange Psychokinetic Strategy (1974) dir. Takashi Tsuboshima

Lupin III: Prison of the Past (2019) dir. Hatsuki Tsuji

Sherlock Hound (1984)

3000 Leagues in Search of Mother (1976)

M*A*S*H season 7 (I think)

Arcane (Netflix) bc I trust Ghost and want to keep trying it

Also I should put my Samurai Jack boxed set to good use since I got it for dirt cheap on Black Friday

Also also a bunch of the things I have on my laptop

#hahahahahahaha this is. Something now that i've gotten it out of my head and into a visual format #i should perhaps touch grass but it's cold out there rn #personal #long post

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saffyspirals · 3 years

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𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟 𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

; with: baji keisuke, shinichiro sano, ran haitani and chifuyu

; warnings: none

; author’s note: reposting this bc my acc was TERMINATED like 5mins after it was posted 😭(it was a mistake, the post isn’t the problem) but anyways, i’m kinda on the fence w/ this idea. hopefully it’s likeable lmaoo

𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚒

the build up to baji’s confession is so long; he starts this conversation outside of the school gates, and still isn’t even close to wrapping it up by the time you get to your doorstep. it’s not even like he’s really saying anything. baji is simply repeating the same thing over and over, stuttering like no man’s business.

so, when he finally does get out the important part; the “i like you, y/n”, your patience has already gone. “i want you to be my girlfriend. is that good with you?”

“unfortunately, it isn’t.” you reply, unlocking your front door. you kick your shoes off, and leave them on the shoe rack on the left. baji follows you inside. he assumes you want him to, what with you leaving the door open.

you go into the living room, and catch sight of your cat curled up on the sofa. it comes down and makes its way over to you upon seeing you. you crouch down, and stroke it behind its ears.

“so…you don’t want to go out with me.” baji states, double checking he interpreted your last sentence correctly.

“oh no, i do. i like you too, baji.” you rise from your lowered position, and face baji with a smile. his brows are furrowed; he’s falling further and further into a state of confusion.

“but i can’t accept a half assed confession like that. try again tomorrow, okay?”

𝚛𝚊𝚗

“i’m sorry for letting that girl hold onto my arm.”

“not good enough.”

“i’m very sorry, for letting that girl touch me.”

“try again, haitani.”

“y/n l/n, love of my life, will you accept my heartfelt apology for allowing a girl that wasn’t you, enter my personal space bubble?”

“now you’re just being sarcastic.”

ran exhales deeply through his nose, rubbing his forehead to relieve his growing headache. he is (trying to) apologise for the events that had taken place a couple of minutes ago.

he’d taken you out on a date to a cafe that you both liked. you offered to go to the counter and place your order, while ran would get your favourite table. by the time you come back, food and drinks in hand, ran is occupied with something, someone else rather.

a girl that you didn’t know was sat beside ran at the table, arm looped around his, giggling in an obnoxious manner.

after chasing her away, you set your food down, before taking a seat across from your boyfriend. arms crossed, frown knitting your brows together, you wait expectantly for an apology and explanation.

“can’t you forgive me, hmm?” he leans over the table, uncrossing your arms and taking your hands in his. “it was all her, not me, i swear. and, i was gonna tell her to go, you just beat me to it. is it so hard to believe that i love you, and only you?”

“…it’s not,” you huff, shying away from his gaze. “i am pretty amazing.”

“you are. so…am i forgiven then?”

“i guess. but you’re paying for our next three outings.”

“!!!”

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘

you wake up to the soft ping of your phone, signalling a new text message has come through. a hand comes up to rub the sleepiness from each of your eyes, before you reach for your device, sat on your bedside table.

like you expect, the message is from shinichiro. the twenty-three-year-old has a crush on you. he has for quite a while now, and has been looking for you to return his feelings.

shinichiro is a man with many plans; methods and tricks he uses in the hopes that you will fall for him. an example of one of his more frequently used plans is sending you a good morning text. ‘so that i’m the first person you think of when you wake up every morning’. he also couples up this morning text with a pick up line.

his text from today is as follows;

|| shinichiro: good morning, princess. sleep well?

|| shinichiro: guess what? the shirt i’m wearing today is boyfriend material ;)

while it is successful at making you smile (it always is), you don’t think it’s quite good enough to completely win you over.

|| you: booo. that was exceptionally cheesy. you fail!

|| shinichiro: really? well then, i’ll try something again tomorrow.

|| shinichiro: my line’s cheesiness hasn’t put you off from swinging by my store today, i hope?

|| you: it hasn’t, lucky you :)

|| shinichiro: see ya later then <3

𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞

“hellooo, anybody home?” you take off your heels, wincing a little as your feet make contact with the cold floor. your voice echoes throughout the apartment, and you raise a brow, wondering why your announcement hasn’t been responded to. “hello? ‘fuyu?”

“y/n?” his voice carries through the apartment. he uses an inquiring tone, unsure of whether it’s you, or baji, or kazutora, who both have their own key to the house. “come through to the kitchen!”

you do as he says, leaving your heels at the door before taking yourself to the kitchen. inside the spacious room, chifuyu is by the sink, drying clean dishes with a cloth, and stacking them on the side. he’s going to put them all away at the same time, you assume.

“i know it’s usually you who takes care of the dishes,” chifuyu turns his head to you, offering you a small smile. “but i figured you might be tired today — you did work extra late today.”

coming up behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, and rest your forehead on his back. you give him a gentle squeeze, in an attempt to rid yourself of the guilt that suddenly starts bubbling up.

knowing what’s up, chifuyu pats your intertwined hands, and sighs. “go on, just tell me.”

“it’s just…” you nibble on your lip, hesitant to tell him what you’re thinking. chifuyu dries the last dish, before gently wiggling out of your grasp, in order to turn and face you.

“you could’ve cleaned up your manga collection in the office, rather than doing the plates.”

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cinnaminyoons · 2 years

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( HIBISCUS. )

ミ☆ with soil under his fingernails and sunshine in his eyes, hoseok is everything you thought you couldn’t have.

⤷ PAIRING jhs x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 2.7k

⤷ TAGS florist/criminal au, mention of guns, hobi has freckles bc i said so

⤷ REQUESTED

helloo jun ^^

i wanted to request a hobi one shot where the reader is like a criminal/part of a gang on the run and he discovers flower shop where hobi who is a florist is working so the reader ends up being flattered and makes frequent visits (???)

i thought of this at like 3 am sorry if it makes no sense 😭😭

your feet hit the pavement as if you’re trying to move the earth itself. it’s late and this side of town closes up earlier than the inner city, leaving the streets fairly empty. it’s both good and bad. it helps you move through the alleys and streets swiftly, not having to worry about hurting others, but it hampers you in that there’s less chance of losing your pursuers.

you sprint by a building with a vertical neon sign, letters stacked on top of each other. the orange ‘e’ flickers weakly, flashing once more before dying out. it leaves the sign spelling out hotel h aven.

there hasn’t been much traffic recently. the cloud of pollution that sometimes settles over the road, making everything grey and mysterious, won’t visit tonight.

today, the sky is a chalky purple with thin pink clouds scribbled across it in crayon. the streetlights stand tall, arching over the road like metal trees, and their pale yellow heads glow faintly. it’s not yet dark enough for the light to leave its impression on the ground.

you skid into a long alleyway, only to be met with a high chain fence blocking off the other end.

they crow behind you, gloating and smug. the three men behind you slow to a casual swagger at the mouth of the alley, and one of them taps his baseball bat against the concrete with a smirk. they’ve already lost two people during the chase, too out of breath to keep running.

“nowhere to run now, prettyboy,” the one in the front calls, a devious triumph in his eyes. “hand it over and we can settle this like men.”

but you don’t stop running. their eyes widen as you sprint head-on towards the fence – and pull yourself over it with a clean twist. you land on two feet and casually turn back, a shit-eating grin on your face.

“adios, boys.” you salute them.

you turn on your heel and run off down the street. there’s no way around this row of buildings – they’re all stores, connected shoulder-to-shoulder, and this alleyway is the only break in the chain for about two hundred metres on either side.

almost too easy.

however, you’re not the terminator. you’ve got to rest and charge up, but you’re a long way from home. you stick your hands into your pockets, fingering the small white bag in your jacket curiously.

small things rattle and roll around inside. they’re hard, with sharp edges. you frown. diamonds? you sneaked around and nearly got shot for diamonds?

you sigh huffily. you hope they’ve got a reason for it.

you duck into the nearest open shop, pushing the door open while you ruffle your hair. a bell above your head jingles merrily.

“welcome to buds and blooms! can i help you find anything?”

his voice is soft, but bright. he sounds awfully chipper for the sleepy time.

you glance up, and your breath catches in your throat.

he wears a dark green apron with a large pocket in the front, holding an impressive collection of pens clipped to the edge on his right side. he wears a simple white tee tucked into pale blue jeans, the cuffs folded up to show off classic chucks matched with yellow ribbed socks.

he’s smiling, too, big and toothy. his teeth are very white and very square, and his lips are a soft blush pink. pale freckles dot his cheeks just under his eyes like constellations.

“you’re gorgeous,” you whisper, without thinking.

his smile drops and a look of pure surprise slides across his features – wide eyes, parted lips. he covers his mouth, eyes crinkling in a mix of joy and embarrassment.

“do you even know my name?” he asks through tinkling laughter.

“ah, my bad. you’re gorgeous,” you move closer and glance down at his chest, “hoseok.”

“but you didn’t know that before,” he says, putting his hands on his hips. “do you call every stranger you meet beautiful?”

“depends on the stranger.” your eyes run over his figure briefly. “does this stranger have a boyfriend?”

he giggles out an oh my god before shaking his head. “no. you know, you’re kind of cute yourself – if a little bold.”

“’kind of cute’? i’ll take it.”

for the first time, you take a look around. the shop is small and square, but cosy. there are two aisles on either side of the door with racks of flowers filling up the space within. the walls and windows are lined with more blooms, and several potted plants hang from the exposed wooden beams of the ceiling, their leaves cascading downwards.

there’s a room behind a short counter at the back of the shop, directly opposite the entrance, which is where you assume hoseok had been when you entered. to your left is a hand-painted wooden sign reading either ‘open’ or ‘closed’, depending on which side you saw it.

“who owns this place?” you ask, picking up a small ceramic dog nestled between the leaves of a bushy plant. you turn it over curiously, then set it down again.

“me,” says hoseok, pride seeping into his voice. “but, seriously, were you looking for something? if it’s not urgent, i’d recommend coming tomorrow morning for the freshest flowers.”

out of the corner of your eye, you catch a flash of movement. someone’s shouting – you recognise that voice.

you dart towards the counter and vault over it deftly. you duck down and press your back against it. there isn’t time to warn hoseok or pull him down with you.

the door jingles. heavy footsteps thud with each step into the small shop. a gruff, low voice barks, “hey, you! you seen a guy come through here? tall, wearing a grey jacket.”

hoseok’s silence extends a little longer than in simple surprise. eventually, he says, “been quiet all evening. would you like some flowers?”

the man grunts derisively and stomps off. the door swings shut behind him, clicking into place.

hoseok’s shoes tap lightly on the linoleum floor. his elongated shadow stretches along the wall in front of you, and you raise your head.

“he’s gone,” hoseok says. curiosity burns in his gaze as you stand up and dust your sleeves off, more out of satisfaction than trying to get rid of anything. he leans forward on his palms against the counter. “i’m hoping that’s what you wanted.”

“you didn’t have to do that.�� you mirror his posture and smile. “but i’m really glad you did. thank you, hoseok.”

he laughs, covering his mouth again. it seems to be a cute habit of his. “ah, well, always happy to help. did you know him?”

“in passing.” you peek over his head, scanning the streets outside. as far as you can tell, they’re empty.

“what’s your name?” he asks suddenly.

you ask playfully, “and why should i tell you?” your expression shifts almost imperceptibly, closing up.

“well,” he bites his lip, “i’d like to call you something other than ‘handsome’.”

you hum thoughtfully and lean closer. “guess.”

“guess?” he tilts his head. “that’s a lot of possibilities to go through, y’know. can you give me a hint?”

“it sounds really good when you say it.”

his lower lip pushes out slightly. “you don’t even know that! anyway, that’s a horrible hint. give me a syllable or something.”

“okay, okay… how about this. it begins with the letter ‘b’ and ends in ‘y’.”

he narrows his eyes at you and crosses his arms playfully. “you’re messing with me.”

you grin. “what are you talking about?”

“you’re – no, you’re totally messing with me.”

“no lies. cross my heart.” you even add the motion, touching your finger to your chest.

he exhales slowly, placing his hand beneath his chin. “the letter ‘b’, huh? brody.”

“do i look like a brody to you?”

he rubs his chin, deep in thought. “hm… barry. bradley.”

“give up yet?” your eyes are kind, and glint with something pleasantly mischievous.

“barty.” he furrows his brows at the counter. he shakes his head, pouting. “that’s all i’ve got. c’mon, handsome – tell me already! i’m seriously dying to know.”

“baby.” you become especially absorbed in a wind-up music box hoseok has near the cash register. it fits in the palm of your hand and is of a little male dancer, lengths of silk billowing around his elegant body.

‘baby?” he says in disbelief.

“yes?”

it takes a second to register, and he smacks your arm as he dissolves into giggles, using the wooden counter to brace against.

when he recovers, you’re grinning. it’s lopsided and charming, something boyish and sweet. he finds he likes it – a lot.

“i knew it! i knew you were playing,” he says accusingly. “you said it wasn’t a lie!”

you move closer, propping your weight up on your palms. he doesn’t move away, and your gaze lingers on his lips. they flicker up to his eyes. at this distance, and with the sun hanging low over the horizon, his irises are a mesmerising gold, like the purest honey.

“it doesn’t have to be,” you murmur.

he beams, and his eyes are like stars.

—

the door chimes.

“welcome to – ah, hi, baby!”

“hey, sunshine. how’s your day been?”

hoseok’s eyes crinkle. he leans over a hot-pink hibiscus in a white pot and drops a little kiss on your lips. “oh, you know, the usual. sleepy at this time of year. i was pretty drowsy this morning, though – really had to drag myself out of bed.”

“huh, that’s weird. maybe it’s just the weather? it’s been getting hotter every day. soon you’ll be wearing shorts all the time.” you point at his exposed legs. you smile. “but – you know what hot weather means.”

“you’ll buy me ice cream?” he asks hopefully.

“no.”

he pouts.

“i’ll buy you every flavour in existence,” you amend.

he giggles and plants another kiss on your lips. he smells like potpourri – gentle and balmy. it envelops you as if he’s pressed up to your chest, even though there’s a respectable amount of space between you.

he is still working, after all, despite the empty shop. you don’t wish to scare off potential customers because you can’t keep your hands off of him.

“how’s your day going?” hoseok asks, turning slightly to continue tending to a small green plant with white flowers.

“honestly? really boring.” you watch his hands. his slender fingers gently brush off trimmings as he sculpts it into a ball. “but it’s much better after hearing your voice.”

his cheeks flush and he dips his head, hiding his shy smile in his shirt collar. “you’re sweet. hey, you live in the middle of the city, right?”

“yeah.” you nod.

“did you hear about those jewel robberies? super bold.”

“it’s all that is on the news. people are saying they’re connected.”

“do you think they are?”

you shrug. “there’s been nothing so daring since the pink panthers. they all seem to run in the same vein, so maybe they are done by the same people. kind of worrying, isn’t it?”

“well, i’ve got nothing they’d want.” hoseok smiles in satisfaction as he places the plant back on a shelf. “oh, imagine if they’re doing this as, like – a love confession, or something. if they want a bouquet to go with their sparkly bling, i’d totally be up for it.”

you laugh. “a confession? as in, ‘i stole millions in jewels for you’? you’re a romantic.”

“no, just imagine it,” he insists, moving onto a rose in a bouquet he’ll send off later. he begins to trim off the thorns. “wouldn’t that make for the cutest story to tell? i mean, aside from the whole crime thing.”

“going along with your train of thought, i would say that the crime is the most interesting part. people would love that if it was a movie. you should pitch it.”

“what, as a script or something?”

“yes! okay,” you spread your hands on the table between you and hoseok, “who would you cast as the main couple?”

hoseok stops sliding the blade along the dark green stem for a moment, thinking, and sets it down. he taps his cheek pensively. he lights up and grins at you. “you and me.”

you raise an eyebrow, the beginnings of a smile creeping onto your lips. “us?”

“oh, yes.” he sighs, placing his hands over his heart and gazing off into the distance yearningly. “me, the charming, innocent lover. you, the kind-hearted criminal with a dark past but a bright smile.”

“whoa, poetic. hey, why can’t i be the innocent lover? running around and stealing things sounds like a lot of work, and i am,” you sigh petulantly, “definitely not getting enough sleep.”

hoseok gasps, placing his hands on top of yours as he leans in, lowering his voice with a cunning grin. “that’s the twist. the audience will be led to think that you’re doing this without my knowledge, but in reality, i’m the mastermind. you’re just my handsome little lackey who would do absolutely anything for me.”

“oh – i’m feeling it, now. what are you thinking for the final scene?” you move around the table and grasp his hands. you raise them to your lips, pressing light kisses to his knuckles. his smile could light up the city.

“hm… dunno. you’ve got something, haven’t you?”

“here it is: i leave the room to go do criminal things. the audience expects to follow me, but instead, remain with you. they watch as you explore our luxurious hotel room, the bed big and gold, gliding your pretty fingers along the table – and you find a little latch. it pops open a compartment and you go investigate. there’s all our winnings, my gifts to you i haven’t given yet, and the audience holds their breath as you search through it.”

hoseok gives you an incredulous look. “how does a hotel room have secret compartments?”

“don’t think about that.” he laughs and places his head on your shoulder. you continue, voice low and eyes roguish, “the camera pans around to in front of you. you grab a gun, check the magazine, and then make eye contact with the camera in a final act of defiance and fourth wall-breaking. you smirk. fade to black.”

humming, hoseok wraps his arms around your neck. he rests his forehead against yours with a gentle thunk. “the end?”

“the end,” you affirm softly. “it’s a happy ending. for the post-credits scene, we drive off into the sunset. we’re in love, we’re together, and that’s all that matters.”

“and the pretty diamonds.”

“and those, too,” you chuckle. “so, what’s your review of the movie?”

he steals a sweet kiss, quick and playful. “nine out of ten. maybe.”

“ouch. what went wrong?”

“the gun,” says hoseok thoughtfully. “it sounds like i only get a tiny pistol. i want a big gun. but it has to be small enough to fit in that secret compartment… a shotgun, maybe.”

you play with his hand, twisting your fingers together as if you’re about to dance. “chhk-chhk. fade to black. i think i’m liking this movie, sunshine.”

hoseok hums a slow waltz, grinning as you sway together. “we definitely need a dance scene, too.”

you lift one of his arms and he twirls. he moves with a natural grace, his body lithe. you say, “you’ll have to teach me. i don’t know my left foot from my right.”

he laughs. “you can’t be that bad. even if you were, that doesn’t stop me from actually teaching you – do you want to learn?”

“obviously. you look lovely dancing.”

he pushes you lightly, face flushing and making his freckles more pronounced. “baby, you haven’t seen me dance.”

“i don’t need to.” you kiss his warmed cheek. “i love you.”

hoseok blushes darker, eyes sparkling. he does this whenever you say it. it’s like a shock to him, each and every time, and he becomes this shy, giggly mess. you adore it when he hides his face in your shoulder.

he melts into your arms, his laughter contagious. he whispers i love you too in the sweetest, softest voice, and you can’t help but smile.

#hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok x male reader #jung hoseok x male reader #hoseok x reader #bts x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #m!reader #bts mlm

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sevmch · 3 years

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hq boys as dads calling you while you're away bc your child wouldn't stop crying

characters: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou

warning(s): none, just fluff. kuroo is v father material aahh!!

a/n: this was sitting on my drafts for a while now. other characters coming soon 👀

kuroo tetsuro

you were overseas for two days to attend a convention that your job required which meant leaving kuroo and your child

kuroo was admittedly and without a doubt, a really good father so when he told you not to worry about them, you left without any worries at all

kuroo knew everything - how to prepare milk and baby food, changing diapers, how to get them to sleep, how to stop their tantrums, basically everything

still you bugged him all the way to the airport to call if something were to happen or if he needed help with anything such as locating the diaper and milk powder

afterall, he was rarely on baby duty since his job required more of his time compared to yours but he has never failed to provide you and his son the time and affection

the first day went by smoothly and without a problem, that is until the next day. your son just wouldn't stop crying so he had to call you to calm him down

no matter what kuroo did, your son just wouldn't stop crying even when he was cradling him gently in his arms and rubbing his back. their child has been crying for almost an hour now, only getting louder and stronger despite his best efforts to calmly shush him or lull him to sleep.

the morning went by pretty fine; kuroo fed, bathed, and played with their son - even changed the diapers twice. their son seemed to be in a pretty good mood throughout the morning but apparently, babies get mood swings too, and that's when the crying started.

kuroo tried basically everything from trying to get their son to drink milk, to giving the pacifier, and humming baby songs he could think of but all his attempts failed. their son wasn't bored nor hungry and was definitely not sleepy so it was starting to worry kuroo.

"hey bud, you're scaring me now," kuroo cooed, softly pressing the back of his hand against their son's forehead but the temperature was fine. kuroo knew all the baby stuff without sweat, even the signals of what they needed but this was entirely different. it was only when then their son pointed to the picture of the three of you framed on the wall that kuroo got his answer. pressing a soft kiss against his son's temple, he whispered softly, "i know bud, i miss mommy too."

kuroo grabbed his phone from the couch and called you, chuckling when you instantly answered on the first ring with a hint of worry in your voice. "tetsu, what's wrong? are you both okay? should i get on the next flight?"

"relax kitten, we're fine. we just miss you."

"awe, i miss both my boys too."

"mama's on the phone bud." kuroo switched to loud speaker, smiling widely at their son who looked at him with wide, doe eyes upon hearing your voice. the crying eventually died down as you kept speaking through the phone with your cute, tiny baby voice until your son fell asleep in his arms.

"is he asleep?" you asked.

"yep. hey, you should use that baby voice often. it's cute," he teased, grinning ear to ear.

"shut up."

the rest of the afternoon was spent at a mall near the airport, buying toys and new clothes and stopping by for ice cream before waiting for you at the terminal.

"look bud, there's mommy!" kuroo crouched to level with their son, pointing at your figure from a distance. their son's eyes lit up when spotting you, giggling and reaching out his other hand that kuroo wasn't holding.

"awe, it's my two favorite boys! i missed you both so much!" you said sweetly, dropping your bags to hug your son.

"i missed you so much, love." you hugged kuroo tightly when he stood up only for him to hug you tighter, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"missed you more, kitten," he said softly, pressing a light kiss to your lips before carrying your son. you really had nothing to worry about.

bokuto kotarou

you were a little bit worried about leaving bokuto and your child even if it was just for a couple of hours. you had to visit your parents in kyoto and dropby for groceries on the way home

it's not that you didn't trust him, you were just not quite sure if the house would be exactly the same as when you left knowing how bokuto and your child loved to play A LOT

you considered calling akaashi to babysit the two lmao

bokuto matched your child's energy so while you're incharge of all the serious baby duties, bokuto was incharge of playing and goofing around with your child while you rested

really, your child got their hyperactiveness from bo

you were also the one who dealt with the tantrums while bo assisted, so when bo was left to deal with your son's tantrum alone, he panicked and was about to cry himself because your son was crying and it made him sad :(

you left the house around 6 am after preparing breakfast for your husband and son as well as the other things that bokuto will need for the day. althought bokuto spent a lot of time with your child, it didn't always include the serious baby duties so you knew for sure if you hadn't displayed the diapers and vitamins on the counter in advance, he'd be flipping the house upside down searching for them.

you also left a note on the fridge that consisted of all the instructions and reminders to serve as a guide. you trusted bokuto, of course, but you really just didn't want to come home to a mess.

bokuto's arms snaked around your waist and squeezed you lightly in his hug, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. "can't you just take us with you?"

"i'd love to kou, but our son just recovered from a fever so it's best if he stays home for now."

he nodded, visibly frowning. you cupped his cheek to get him to look at you. "kou, baby, i'll be back before you know it."

bokuto pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes and it took everything in you not to cancel your plans. "call me if there's a problem, okay?" you kissed him goodbye and left.

with the note you left him, bokuto had no troubles throughout the morning routine even during bathtime. he would send you pictures and videos from time to time so you wouldn't have to worry, also because he loved sharing things with you.

bokuto loved playing with your son, loved seeing the adorable smile and hearing the soft giggles during their playtime even if it meant having to crawl on the carpet with his son on his back like a horse.

bokuto was filming him walking around with a huge smile on his face, "come to dada, little guy." your son just recently learned how to walk on their own so their steps were still unstable and wobbly and this resulted to your son tripping on his own feet.

bokuto could shit his pants right now, quickly fumbling to his now crying son to comfort him.

"hey little guy, it's okay you're good, dada's here now." he's whispering comforting words while gently rubbing on their back but the cries only got worse, the tears streaming down the little guy's face nonstop and this made bokuto's heart sink, feeling his own tears pool in his eyes. "shh i'm sorry, i'm sorry... you're okay, i gotchu."

his hands hesitantly reached out hug your son, so fragile it scared bokuto. he was calling you now and thank god you answered right away.

"kou?"

"he won't stop crying and i don't know what to do, can you come home now please? i think i just made our son hate me."

you sighed, "he doesn't hate you, kou. can you tell me what happened?"

"i was taking a video of him while he walked around but then he tripped and i swear i was watching over him! he won't stop crying, oh god i'm gonna cry too."

"did he hit his head? is he seriously hurt anywhere?"

"no," bokuto mumbled and you sighed in relief.

"okay that's good. it'll be fine babe, kids fall sometimes, okay? especially at this stage where they're learning how to walk. just carry him around for a while and he'll eventually ca-"

"what if i drop him?! should i ask akaashi to come over??" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, gently and carefully lifting his son from the ground, pressing him close to his chest despite being nervous.

"you won't drop him kou, i'll punch you if you do, and no, do not call keiji. you got this, babe, you're his dad and he needs you not his uncle."

it took a while to convince bokuto that he was going to be find and to get off the phone so he can start comforting your son. bokuto did as you said, cradling him in his arms while he walked around the house and pointing to the pictures on the wall until your son finally calmed down. the only problem was that his son would start crying again whenever he attempted to bring him down, tiny hands clinging around his neck and onto his shirt.

you arrived home around 8 pm, announcing your arrival only to be met with silence at the door.

"kou?"

your eyes softened as soon as you found him asleep on the couch with your son on top of his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around the tiny human being. you quietly kneel beside the couch, stroking bokuto's hair which slowly woke him up.

"i'm home." you smiled.

bokuto brought a finger to his lips and you pressed your lips together, taking your son away from his arms so you can tuck him in for the night.

"i'm sooo tired," bokuto whined, resting his head on top of your chest and cuddling close to you as soon as you joined him in bed. "it's my turn to be baby."

you snorted, bokuto's soft snores filling the quiet room in just a few seconds. "goodnight baby."

reblogs & feedbacks r appreciated<3

2021 (c) sevmch | do not copy or repost.

#haikyu au #haikyu headcanons #kuroo scenarios #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo headcanons #haikyu x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro fluff #haikyu fluff #haikyu x you #bokuto #hq koutarou #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo angst

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crimeronan · 2 years

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can I ask how you met your partners, or if you have any advice for meeting folks? I'm queer and physically disabled and I just feel like I'll be alone forever.

i'm a little sleepy but will try to answer this as concisely as i can

i met all of my partners online! i've conducted the vast majority of my social life online since i was about 12 for various reasons (ugly child, autism, bad at irl social, isolated in rural hell, etc)

and i met each partner through mutual interests like writing & fandom. we became friends thru that and then were eventually like you know what?? life commitment time baybey

none of my relationships have been rooted in Wanting A Relationship. i just met people i mesh with and they mesh with me and we work well together and we decided to keep doing that indefinitely

as for meeting people, the only advice i can give is what worked for me, which might not be true for you. as mentioned i have been terminally online for more than half of my life. and am not normal. but here goes

1) let go of the goal of Meeting Your Person

nothing wrong with wanting to meet your person or working to do so -- but if you equate socializing with "i have to make this work" and "i have to meet someone" and "if i don't click with anyone i'll be lonely forever"...... that is So Much pressure.

not only will it make you anxious, but it'll create enormous pressure for any friendship/relationship you end up in. and if things get too intense too fast bc of that pressure, & the other person turns out not to be who you hoped they were, that heartbreak will make the anxiety and loneliness way worse. it'll be harder to try again (but not!!!! impossible!!!!!)

2) vibe over common interests

pretty much every strong friendship i've ever had has had Some mutual interest as a foundation. a mutual interest gives you guys something to talk about. and something to get excited about!

cannot even express how much more relaxed i am when i go into a social situation like "fuck yeah, i'm gonna infodump about my blorbos" instead of "oh god theyre new and i'm out of practice and what will they think of me and what if i fuck up and how do i be funny enough and how do i make them like me-"

like. don't seek out people for the sake of people. seek out people for the sake of being excited and happy about non-people things... with company!! flap with friends

3) group settings are Amazing

a lot of my closest friendships and relationships have spawned out of group settings: discord servers, large open RP rooms, niche forums populated by the same band of teenage regulars every day.

again, this might not be what works for you. but for me, group socialization removes a lot of pressure to Perform, while still giving me room to participate. and then i'll usually find even more niche common ground with a handful of people in a group setting. and that's what turns into DMs and creative collaboration and 3am yelling and shared new media and emotional support and then sometimes, by accident, committed life partnerships

my whole social life from age 12 to now can be summarized by me finding an online clique of total weirdos, vibing with them, and then getting great connections out of that. lather rinse repeat ad infinitum

and that's.... all i've got for u, i think. life is definitely not hopeless. people don't need to be everything all at once, you don't need anyone to be everything all at once. breathe, let some of the pressure go, enjoy yourself where you can. there's a lot to explore and a bright future full of possibilities left. you're going to be fine

#replies

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clarenecessities · 2 years

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12/1/2021

okay im running a low grade fever & im big sleepy so: to sum up

old company revoked current company’s access to everything during the night

i am the sole exception bc i need it access the mail shit

we were informed that they were terminating the agreement, but not in writing 1 month in advance as they were contractually obligated to do

their CIO instead had an in-person meeting with our CEO where he just discussed it and said he’d follow up (he didn’t), with no solid end date, then 18 days later sent an email with an incorrect summary of that meeting

~2 pm today it was announced that the CIO is retiring at the end of the year

i hate his guts so regardless of how this plays out, good riddance plastic paddy

i got my booster shot & the nurse had the same birthday as me! fun

im not doing so hot but it’s better than my first shot reaction so shrug emoji

our ups discount disappeared & i’m on the trail of why but it’s bc of a contract renegotiation between UPS and NASPO so i have to figure out who the fuck i’m supposed to call at NASPO

in the mean time everything is 2-4 times more expensive

in the mail--you know that thing i do, the mail?--old company got a letter from current company’s lawyers and if they don’t settle they’re kind of Fucked

god i think that’s everything. we no long have a sales rep with UPS, which is surprising bc usually they just replace them with no notice but i guess this time it stuck. i still haven’t heard back from our last one about the shipment i was contesting in february. of last year. i should follow up on that with our temp rep she actually called me back so she’s already the most helpful rep we’ve ever had

don’t rely on sales reps, they are the mayflies of the UPS world

#daily clare

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spacevoyage · 5 years

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Tagged by: @phoenx-got-terminated , I havent done one of these in forever so when I saw this I felt all my old man joints hurt

Nickname: my name is really hard to make a nickname out of so people just call me Chels if they really want to give me a nickname. A special exception is a nickname only my uncle uses for me: Gloria

Zodiac sign: Taurus sun, Cancer moon, Libra rising

Height: 5′1.8″ and yes the .8 counts

Time: 3:20 AM / 03:20 for you 24 hour ppl even though nothing changes

Favorite band: dont have a favorite band, though i usually listen to the frights, the vaccines, saint motel, and khalid

Song currently in my head: Paciencia y Fe from the musical In the Heights

Last movie I saw: I dont actually watch movies that often, so the most recent movie was Mulan II with my family on Thanksgiving

Last thing I Googled: calor in the heights bc i forgot the name of the song, but if that doesnt count then the 2nd last thing was quebec accent english

Other blogs: i have an aesthetic blog that some of you might be able to see i have reblogged from but i give that one out to friends / mutuals bc i want it to prosper on its own, i co-run @dogcart (haha get it like a hotdog cart stand thing), i have one where it was just a diary for a program i was in for doing art with people who are affected with dementia that i slacked off at the end and it is just there for the program runner’s sake, i got my portfolio blog (if you really want to see the work i did then just dm me), and a couple others that i hide that are like sideblogs for star trek and such

Do I get asks: nope not really

How did I choose my url: i finally decided to divorce myself from my first url after how many years, and i like space so i wanted a space themed url

Blogs following: im following 434 so like i aint gonna name them

Average amount of sleep: ooh from like 8-13 usually??? i sleep a lot and yes i dont get any of my work done blame my sleepy bitch disease

What I’m wearing: pajamas and my baby blanket as a cape

Instruments: played violin since 3rd grade, stopped playing my sophomore year of high school, to give perspective i am currently a sophomore in college

Hair color: just my natural hair color which is like a browny black ??

Dream job: lighting designer, gaffer (chief lighting technician for movies), or and this prob never happen: an astronaut. cant happen because im too short and too stupid to work at nasa. i currently applied to my local planetarium and i hope they hire me i will do a n y t h i n g for them

Dream trip: London England, wanted to go since i was in like 6th grade. other places i want to visit / revisit: Mexico (both my parent’s hometowns, CDMX, Teotihuacan, Guanajuato, and Guadalajara), L.A, NYC, Miami / Orlando, Washington D.C., Korea, Brasil, Hawaii, Australia, Vietnam, India, Nepal, Bhutan, Greece, Turkey, Italy, France, Ghana, Egypt, and prob some more latin american countries. i know, its a lot.

Favorite food: again, dont have a favorite food, i have like tiers instead. some of the best tier foods are any type of fried rice like kimchi bokkembap, gulab jamun, paneer makhani, tamales, oven baked spaghetti, and tacos

Languages: spanish and english, though i was formally taught polish, french, and japanese so i know i little bit of those. im currently taking french again.

I’m tagging: @pollyclay , @claypollo-official , @imaginal , @apollonlight , and @iamasheep yall dont need to do it if you dont want to, i was just feeling nostalgic

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thegeminisage · 6 years

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last zeldablog of the night!!

the rito section + the ending. i finished the whole thing!! at least i won’t be doing it all week

IT'S KASS!!! last time tho ):

in a way it's nice that the last one is rito village, he gets to go back home soon :3

omg one of the things i have to do is shoot the dragon's horn...smh I THOUGHT I FARMED ALL MY DRAGON SUPPLIES ALREADY

i'm gonna have trauma flashbacks

lmao i still got a horn shard. THANKS, DINAAL

.......i

i wasnt paying attention to where the new shrine appeared. SMH

somewhere grassy but nowhere near here is grassy lmao fuck

wow. time to use the shrine hunter again. been ages old friend

can't find it

warped to a tower to look around; finally found it lol

it was just across the way. sigh

i was too busy going down to get that horn shard. old habits

lol my thingy started going off when i was like.embarrassing close to it

good job sheikah slate

Ah Good, Time For Wind Puzzles

this spinny thing fucking sucks the bomb won't go in the hole half the time

even if i time it PERFECTLY there's only a small chance it will actually go in jesus FUCK

i was trying to use stasis on the FAN while also trying to use the bombs

never thought to just use it on the fucking wheel. until just now i mean

i am reading revali's journal and he is horrible and i love him

they say it takes something beyond skill to pilot the thing a power of the very soul blah blah" and then he goes "they COULD have just asked for me by name" pls. pls.

FUCK

about zelda: "it was so corny i almost died"

omg he hates link SO MUCH

"annoyingly silent"

PFFFFFT "it's difficult for me to comprehend the troubles of the talentless" LEAVE zelda alone she's TRYING

the music at the flight range is so nice

like all the rito music is A+ but this is just the right amount of wistful and cozyhey this next wind puzzle looks absolutely horrific! nearly quit and went to bed with just one glace

so i did it but i fucked up getting the chest and now i have to start over

i...can't even get back to the top???

whew. thought i was glitched or something for a second

THAT WASNT WORTH IT they never are

ok ONE MORE TO GO

i am getting kind of sleepy i will be glad to be finished

unless there's a fifth section, which, will be exciting, but also, i'm tired

i guess i'll just fall asleep quicker, hopefully

ooh you have to SHIELD SURF FOR THIS ONE

...forgot how to do that. smh

HAHAHA OMG THAT SICK FUCKIN JUMP

with the wind and you had to glide oh my GOD that was amazing!!!

last shrine :3

bet it'll be a doozy

oh this is actually fun! like marble tracks

fingers crossed 4 a quick & painless windblight i dont remember it being too hard

course my memory is shit anyways thus the liveblogs lol but

LMAO FINALLY

i have basically no weapons,

and one hundred arrows.

[cracks knuckles]

got im :3 piece of cake

CUTSCENE TIME gimme the goods kass!!!!

I LOVE ZELDA'S WINTER OUTFIT sorry not the point

ahahaha and i love my horrible bird son he's such a show-off and that was admittedly cool

that pushing-yourself-too-hard thing is so jackson tho...nobody look at me

"it's theoretically possible for you to best ganon"

man. his theme is like

so sad tho??? so i get the feeling when i hear it there's unfinished business or things left unsaid. good scoring.

oh there IS a final bit

good lord i am not ready

wait no way

am i really gonna get a divine beast??

THE MOTORBIKE

THEY'RE GONNA GIVE ME THE MOTORBIKE

HAHAHAHAHA oh my god anything for this i CANNOT wait

omg

"descending...beware of tremors"

last time it said that the """tremors""" scared the shit out of me. I BRACED MYSELF IM READY

(im scared i have no idea whats down here)

W H A T

IM IN AN ACTUAL DIVINE BEAST?????

whats it look like on the outside..................

or no it's just a labrynth is what the monk said :/

ohhhhhh boddy but this MUSIC mmm

oooooh it has CONTROLS

still not as cool as piloting a jaeger with no kickass outside but!!

OK THIS IS A PRETTY SWEET BADASS LABRYNTH

fucking rotating spike walls!!! lava!!! god Damn

AND THE MUSIC GETS BETTER AS YOU GO ON BC OFC IT DOES

wow so guadians appear after the 4th terminal and lmao i cant fight 2 at once esp when one is one of those sky fucks...

i could have sworn they took less hits than this did they beef them up for this or smth?

like i LITERALLY cannot move

ok jesus that was harrowing

...hey, if im underground, why can i see the sky?????

it's just a monk? there's no boss?

well ok then :/

GIMME THE BIKE

HOLY FUCK??????

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

I'VE NEVER SEEN A MINK MOVE BEFORE THAT'S TERRIFYING I DON'T LIKE IT

ONE MORE TRIAL...IM SCARED

NO WAY

N O W A Y

DO I FIGHT THIS MOTHERFUCKING MONK

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS WHAT A PLOT TWIST

also this music is AMAZING omg omg what a great twist i'm so happy

are yu kidding me. ARE YOU KIDDING ME

this crusty old-ass monk has been sitting frozen stiff for a PROFOUND ten thousand one hundred YEARS and he is still kicking my ass all over town

jesus CHRIST he's going full yoda!!!!!

oh FUCK he turned into a giant im SHRIEKING this is INSANE

HE HAS A GUARDIAN BEAM LMAO WHAT THE FUCK

I GOT HIM!!!!

ohhhh my god that was the best boss i ever fought :'))))))))

oh my god. i completely forgot about the bike

WHOOOAAHOLY SHIT

THAT'S BADASS LOOKIN LEMME ON IT...

fffFFFFCUK YES

it's a rune!

insert materials...hog do that doesnt sound good. bet its a gas guzzler

o h n o

I ALSO FORGOT ABOUT THE CUTSCENE

I JUST WELLED UP

THEY TOOK A PICTURE TOGETHER!!!!!!!

THEY WERE HAPPY! LIKE A REALLY REALLY DYNSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY!!!!!

AND THEY D I E D

oh my god this is the worst thing!!!!!

I'M LIKE...GENUINELY EMOTIONAL jesus christ

ok its 530 am good talk everyone time 4 me to sleep (past time lmao)

#personal #loz #botw #loz blogging #botw spoilers #that was...so fuckin good #that was SO GOOD!!!!#i can't even believe #how wonderful tbh #the boss was a truly nice touch lmao

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