#I'm sorry I took so long to post this part

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (9) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n reunions galore!

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chrisyamada

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chrisyamada was on stage w/ the aussies again 🎸 tagged: emptybottles_official

lukaszhang don't come for my job man ↳ chrisyamada @lukaszhang i can't handle lina for extended periods of time dw about your job security

ceciliapham THEY DID THIS FOR ME AND ME ONLY 😭😭😭

piastri_lina now if i didn't know any better, i'd think this was a soft-launch... ↳ piastri_lina @piastri_lina know ur place christopher yamada

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Race week recharge 🔋

pi4str1 convinced that if oscar was to open an oscar.jpg account it would just be all lina

selinabui ur so hot do u have a gf ↳ oscarpiastri @ selinabui yeah sorry 🫤

piastri_lina boyfie looking boyfie, wifey looking wifey, what is a girl to do 😭😭😭

logansargeant ask her if we can talk again ↳ selinabui @ logansargeant U TOOK ME SERIOUSLY??? IS THIS WHY I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM U???

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↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h wait i asked a lina question OH MY GOD PLS PLS PLS CHOOSE THE LINA QUESTION ↳ Williams Racing @ WilliamsRacing · 2h Find out when the episode drops 😉 ↳ jess @OPIXSTRI · 1h OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE ↳ Williams Racing @ WilliamsRacing · 1h Don't die just yet

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selinabui Shenzhen, China

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selinabui my own kinda home race? tagged: eb_jonno

eb_jonno *OUR* home town performance ↳ selinabui @eb_jonno my bad bro why did u think i tagged u

oscarpiastri How do you still suck at bowling? ↳ selinabui @ oscarpiastri wdym i won ↳ cameliazzz @ selinabui no you didn't???

pi4str1 same top as the one in oscar's post? ↳ marie_h.sb @pi4str1 pls they think they're so subtle 😭

linasgirl4 SINCE WHEN SELINA. SINCE WHENNNNN ↳ linasgirl4 @linasgirl4 i'm going fucking feral i need to know how long they've been together for my mental health ↳ emptybottlos @linasgirl4 calm the fuck down it's not that serious

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from the phone of selina bui

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↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 1d dude are u kidding me? ↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 4h she still got that :] energy 🥹

camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 21h I CAN'T BREATHE I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST SAW JONATHAN SU AND SELINA BUI LIVE IN THE FLESH AT THE SHENZHEN FENDI POP-UP ↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 21h i'm not alive i have ascended to a higher plane

president linami @ linaminami · 16h try not to say mother challenge failed. she looks so good wtf

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emptybottlesbar Jonny and Lina at the Shenzhen FENDI pop-up store. Did you manage to catch them? tagged: emptybottles_official, selinabui and eb_jonno

selinabui wtf are we pokemon or smth??

eb_jonno was i not photogenic enough, i'll work on it ↳ emptybottlesbar @eb_jonno You were very handsome 💚 ↳ eb_jonno @emptybottlesbar well that's a very nice way of saying i look bad in photos

2cami4lina I DID CATCH THEM AND IT WAS SPECTACULAR

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lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h oh ttpd, oh how 2021 lina coded it you are ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h i need a lina x i can do it with a broken heart edit STAT

emme @flowersforcami · 42m oomf said i can fix him (no really i can) is super lina in her tommy era coded and i can't unhear it now

↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h @urdaisea baby girl this is for you 😭 ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 44m HOW ARE THEY SO QUICK OH MY GOD IT'S HEARTBREAKING

oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 33m it's only been like a day since it dropped but i've already been blessed with a so high school oscalina edit the lord is good 🙏 ↳ jackpot ☆ @slayridgo · 30m i wanna be on ur fyp bc i've gotten two 'you look like taylor swift' edits of olivia and lina and it's been depressing

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h lina's stories perfectly encapsulates my april 19 experience, she's the chairman of the swiftie f1 girlie department ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h side note she used one of those oscar gifs from f2 and it's so endearing

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trans: brother yu (she uses the fish 'yu' and not zhou guanyu's actual 'yu', again, it's a pun) is awesome!

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee @urfavsgf

#f1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x oc #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri smau #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 smau #f1 fic #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 social media au

[graybby]

Awkward encounter

Lando Norris X Russell!reader

The F1 drivers twitch streamer sister series !

Part 1 / Part 2 here 1196 words

sorry for the wait guys <3

As much as Y/N would post on social media and perform to her twitch audience, she would be lying if she said that walking around the bustling crowds of F1 fans at the Aussie grand prix wasn’t terrifying her to her core. She was never one for big crowds - one of the reasons her older brother had only recently managed to convince her to attend his races this year with a lot of guilt tripping. Y/N didn’t help herself though, trying to conceal her identity constantly around her brother's fans when in his company had been grating on her over the years - especially with his rise in fame since joining Mercedes. She began finding it impossible to relax when in public with George, making her a partial recluse - much to her brother's disappointment. George understood why she wanted to hide her relation to him, but the wedge it started making between the two as she grew a larger fanbase irked him - he could tell it was bothering her too as her anxieties grew with it. Y/N loved her job streaming but sometimes doubted herself on whether it was the right choice for her - she found being in the public domain a constant surveillance, her every step taken outside her home found being criticised online. Imagining how much more intense the gaze on her would be if they knew the truth of her identity sent a chill down her spine. 

Despite this, the guilt of never being there in person to support her brother made her feel awful, eventually agreeing to Georges persistent begging to join him for a couple of the races on the 2024 calendar (as long as he helped conceal her identity). This left her to hide away inside the Mercedes hospitality out of view of any nearby cameras wrapped in a hoodie and sunglasses, anyone who asked about her was met with the reply that she was just a family friend who had never seen a race and wanted to finally enjoy one. The only people that actually knew her true identity being Toto and Lewis, George knew he could trust the two of them with this information. 

Out of sheer stupidity Y/N believed the hoodie and sunglasses combo that she wore in Saudi Arabia would continue to work in the blistering Australian heat. To her dismay she found herself sticking to the inside of her jumper, having to peel the fabric away from her skin as she made her way out of the bathroom that she had attempted to find some solace in by spending five minutes splashing cold water into her face. Unfortunately the bathroom was located a long way out from the Mercedes area, the more steps she took out the bathroom she could feel herself growing faint still being overwhelmed by the heat. Finding a close by wall to lean against as she tried to regain her composure as her body grew tired all to quick, Y/N found herself tearing haphazardly at the her hoodie to gain some relief - glasses clattering to the floor as the fabric passed over her head falling beside them to her feet. Her legs screaming out as she slid down the wall crouching into a ball in her fatigued state.

I’m so fucking stupid why did I think this could work today - annoying fucking sun.

Mentally cursing the weather and her own brain Y/N failed to notice the man approaching her - face full of concern for the young girl in front of him face pale and sickly. 

“Y/N?” 

She looks up - You’ve gotta be kidding me. 

 “Y/N what the fuck are you doing on the floor - you look like shit, what happened?” 

“oh thanks prince charming, can you help me up I need to get back to George - I can’t be seen out here” she asks, eyes pleading. 

“I didn’t mean- yeah-no-sure, of course here” 

“Thanks Lando” Y/N breathes out shakily as she takes his outstretched hand. 

This is utterly embarrassing 

“I'm sorry this is how we’re meeting” Y/N remarks as he bends down to grab the items she had dropped onto the floor.

“I’m just glad I was the one to find you, what happened?”

“I think I overheated, I was wearing my hoodie- I know ‘silly’ but I just wanted to be as incognito as possible. It's frustrating”. 

Lando gives her a sympathetic look as she answers him - not daring to look anywhere but the floor. “Hey I understand, but that could have been dangerous like you nearly passed out over there love '' Lando says as they make it closer to the Mercedes hospitality. Noticing the lack of response, he finds her still staring at  her feet. He sighs and gently moves to face her, tilting her head up, hand cupping her chin softly. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like I was lecturing you or anything, but it was scary to find you like that - I’m just worried” Y/N gulps staring back into his eyes as she nods at his words. “No I’m sorry, I was stupid - you don’t need to worry but thank you really Lando” Y/N mustered up the courage to speak, feeling so small under his gaze, his hand still cupping her jaw. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Norris?” George growls pulling Y/N behind him in a split second, not liking the image in front of him of the fellow driver’s hands on his younger sister. 

“Hey I was just helping her mate '' Lando tries to defend himself. 

“Didn’t fucking look like it” George snaps back at him. Y/N stumbles back at the sharpness of his voice, pulling her arm out of his grip. “George calm down please, he's only helping me for god's sake, I nearly passed out- he found me!” she retaliated back at him pleading for him to listen and understand. 

“I don’t care Y/N, it didn’t look like that when I saw the two of you -  he's done his ‘job’ he can leave now” George refuted arms crossed in front of himself, still glaring down at Lando who appeared as shocked as Y/N at this outburst. 

Defensively putting his hands up, Lando sighed and turned to walk away - giving Y/N one last apologetic look which she shared mirrored before turning his back and leaving. 

“What the hell was that Y/N? George demands as Y/N’s gaze drops back to the floor. 

“I could ask you the same thing” He only huffs in response before she starts again. “He really was helping me - I collapsed by the bathroom’s, he found me and walked me back - you should thank him for saving your sister, not shout at him!” her voice raising, fed up with his childish behaviour. 

“He had his hands on you, I don't want to see him near you again” 

Y/N turns on her heel and charges past him into the hospitality, refusing to keep up such conversation with George, taking deep breaths to compose herself as she pulls out her phone with shaky hands.

Way to ruin a moment bro

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thanks for reading <3

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#lando norris #lando norris x y/n #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x reader #george russel x reader #lando x reader #lando norris x reader

[illubean]

can i request headcanons of any hxh characters your choice (preferably including illumi, chrollo, and/or feitan) with a crush on/unestablished relationship with a gender neutral reader who refuses to fully align themselves with anyone but has an incredibly OP ability that requires their blood or body (can shoot blood in like spikes, detach their limbs to chase down and drag back runners, use their blood and/or tears to heal wounds, can just regrow lost limbs including their head, ect.) that would make being on their bad side more trouble then it's worth

so every fight they kind of /have/ to get injured to use it. Plus their ability weirdly doesn't seem to use nen (chrollo can't copy it and gyo doesn't show anything, ect.)

and when they're finally asked about it they're casually like "oh yeah, I'm not human. I was actually created to be an unstoppable force that infects and destroys humanity, but that's honestly too much work. Plus you give me snacks so I'd rather just hit whoever you tell me to." and their reactions to the fact this insanely overpowered goober they've fallen for is a stray shapeshifting little abomination who could have murdered the entire human race and that they're lowkey lucky reader likes getting bribed them so much

(Sorry if that's too long btw, I thought you'd like the idea but I couldn't think of a better way to condense it 😅)

HXH With an Unaligned!OP!Reader

Characters: Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

i do not like how this came out but posting anyways lol...

Warnings: mentions of blood, experimentation and violence, reader isn't human if that counts as a warning

Illumi Zoldyck

the way you met Illumi was... not ideal to say the least

he was on a job to kill some scientist guy but little did he know scientist guy had quite literally created a monster

the day he was going to do his mission happened to be the day your power was finally realized

annnndddd Illumi walked in on you killing scientist guy and literally everyone else who worked for him

you had managed to pop your arms off and launch them like missiles, turn your blood into weapons and spikes around the room and also not die????? and grow your limbs back???????????

the weird part was Illumi couldn't sense any of your aura at all

he just assumed you were a super advanced nen user and were able to still keep up hatsu really well while fighting

which led him to the conclusion that he should either A. run away or B. try and get you on his side

when you noticed him just standing there you turned to stare at him like come at me bitch

"So? Are you here to poke me with more needles like the others? It won't end very well." "Actually I was here for the guy in the lab coat, but it seems like you did the job for me."

realizing he wasn't a threat (or trying to be because you know...you cant die) you let down your guard down

you ended up just following him around after that, not really having anywhere else to go so Illumi decided on plan B

turns out it took a lot less manipulating than he thought

he brought you to the estate and you agreed to help him with whatever for a popeyes chicken sandwich

watching how you wandered around the estate aimlessly and lounged about Illumi quickly realized you only use your abilities when threatened or bribed

so you become his personal little treat fueled killing machine

he takes you on missions with him because he doesn't trust you alone at the estate...

eventually he asks you about how your hatsu is so good and you're like wtf is that

and he's like What.

you tell him you we're pretty much created in that lab and they did all these tests and stuff and you didn't even really know how or why you had the power you did but you found out you did the day you met

and you were all like "they were so annoying and they told me to do stuff for free, I'd never kill you though you feed me :3"

he is so glad you are clueless and he got to you before anyone else because you could take over the entire world if you really wanted to

he is going to marry you ASAP

but again, you being clueless did not understand what marriage entails

and you agreed for the same reasons you agreed to literally anything else this man has asked of you

you are Illumi's most prized possession and no matter how freaky you are, he really does cherish you as normal people would their spouse

Chrollo Lucilfer

running into you on a heist was definitely unexpected

especially since you looked like you just got out of captivity

mistaking him for an enemy you shot your fist off at him and barely missed

and he was like woah im not an opp dw

then your hand grows back and hes like !?

he asked why you were there you explain that you were some sort of war weapon yada yada yada the guys got annoying you killed them and yeah

and Chrollo offers you to come back w him and the troupe and you're like sure if you feed me

so after the heist is over Chrollo takes you back to Phantom Troupe hq and then talks with the gang blah blah blah dismisses everyone and then takes you to wherever the hell and buys you whatever you want to eat

and while you're stuffing your face bro is like

"Your powers are pretty impressive. Mind telling me how they work?"

and not caring you tell him, mainly focused on your meal

and he's like huh what a useful ability time to steal it

one thing leads to another and he somehow gets you to touch his weird book and when he flips to where your nen should be the page is blank and he is insanely confused

and hes like "Why didn't my nen ability work on you?"

and you're like wtf is nen

and hes like oh my god I don't think this thing is human

so he asks

and you're like "I literally told you I'm a war weapon. A weapon created for war, but that's too much work."

now he is confused but also intrigued

he offers for you to join the troupe and you're like

"But being in a gang is so much wooorrrkkkkkuuuuhhhh"

you can literally destroy man kind but you don't because you're LAZY!?

you're not officially part of the troupe but you're practically an honorary member because you follow Chrollo around after your first encounter

and he decides it 's better than nothing

Feitan Portor

I can't think of a clever way for you guys to meet LMAO

umm uhhh idk maybe you were created to take out the chimera ants and happened to get deployed in meteor city the same time the troupe was hunting down the 'queen'

so when the troupe got there you were already fighting some ants

you look human enough but your abilities make Feitan think you might not be

soooo he tries attacking you before he ended up getting to the lizzard ant crocodile lady thing i don't remember what she was

and he couldn't beat you and you're like wtf do you want from me I'm trying to do my job

and hes like ??? you're not an ant?

and youre like no

and hes like oh and leaves you alone

then he throws the entire sun at the ant lady and leaves the building

he kinda forgot about you until he felts something lift the back of his cloak

and he's like !!?!?!??!

and he looks behind him to see you crawled under his coat and took the snacks he hides under there for himself

and he's like what the fuck

how did you even know he had those???? (you could smell it because you have super enhanced everything)

ok i just remembered his cloak got destroyed in this scene but pretend it didn't

anyways he snatches the bottom of it away from you and tries taking the snacks back out of your hands but you are quick to dodge

he's irritated but he just lets you have them he's too tired to deal with this

you end up following him after this like a lost puppy and the rest of the troupe is like ??????

but they can't get rid of you

and on the way out of meteor city you were like yap yap yap weapon yap yap created in a lab yap yap yap immortal

feitan could not care less about what you had to say but he was like ??? to the immortal thing

maybe you weren't a bad thing to keep around

#hxh 2011 #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #feitan #phantom troupe #hxh chrollo #feitan x reader #feitan hxh #hunter x hunter feitan #hxh feitan #hxh fanfic #hxh x y/n #hxh x you #hunter x 2011 #illumi hunter x hunter

[kangals]

way back in 2014, probably a few weeks or months after you posted that picture of boone with the stick on his head, i checked your blog out and so dearly enjoyed all the dogposting that i followed. i think you were the first dogblr blog i actually followed at the time, but it's been ages and my memory is bad, so i'm not fully sure. it wasn't long before then--2012 i think?--that i had gotten a new dog of my own, a border collie. iirc he and boone were just about the same age.

in 2018 i lost that blog i'd followed you with, and a lot of connections with it. i didn't return until 2021, and when i did, i didn't refollow most of the old blogs; i don't think i even really went looking for them. it took me a while to get back into the swing of using tumblr.

last september, my border collie had a sharp health decline, and i had to say goodbye. it's not the first time i've had to put a pet down, but i think it was the hardest. i'm still not over it. even just typing this now, i feel raw.

then in march or so, i made a new fandom friend who knows you, and i enthusiastically recalled following you before and how much i enjoyed it. i didn't even know about stellina, and now there's kep too! but... i also didn't know you'd lost boone. i followed because i still really enjoy your blog, and i love your collies too. and butters!!! so glad she's still here!

idk what made me look tonight... maybe because i talked about my old border collie with someone today. i went looking for the posts immediately around when you lost boone, because i guess some part of me wanted to know what happened. i spent the better part of an hour (maybe longer?) reading posts from the weeks before the decline, and then the loss, and then the deluge of old boone pictures after, and i've been crying pretty much the whole time just reading your posts and tags about him.

and this is a long and windy way to get to saying thank you. i'm glad you shared your grief, though that seems like a weird thing to say. there's something cathartic about crying over someone else's dog when you still hurt about your own, and knowing you're not alone in that kind of sorrow. boone was such a beautiful boy. i'll never forget that silly post that made me check your blog out in the first place, or the years of posts i stuck around for after. i wish i'd remembered to follow sooner, but the archive is still there, and it's so fun looking through all those old posts about him and his quirks and antics. he was amazing.

sorry for the length of this, i just... really wanted you to know that he touched yet another life, i guess. and i've been so deeply enjoying your posts about stellina and kep. i know it'll be a year soon... i hope there's some peace in how things have gone since he passed, and i hope the anniversary isn't too hard on you. thank you for sharing him with us.

i've been on tumblr for 14 years and this is, genuinely, the nicest ask i think i've ever been sent.

thank you - sincerely. there's been a lot of times over the course of this blog that i've felt like i was oversharing, or talking about pointless things only i cared about. i still so frequently start typing out a post only to stop mid-sentence and delete it because i can't help but think "no one cares about this." possibly it's why i like to talk about my pets so much - they're not me, but i'm the one who knows them best, so i get to say "hey look at this" and ramble and have people say "i'm looking" back. when boone passed, i lost that filter and i poured my grief out into this blog because it was the closest outlet i had. and to have hundreds of people not only acknowledge this but to commiserate, to reassure, to share their own stories - that helped healed me more than i can put into words. it's exactly as you said: there's a catharsis in grieving together.

i am sorry you also had to say goodbye. i wish i could say it gets easier, but i think that would be defeating the point of grief. your grief is your love and damn it if there isn't any act more loving in the world than choosing to say goodbye to an old, loyal dog. you think of how dogs were domesticated tens of thousands of years ago, of how human society and dogs have developed intertwined, of how we have records of ancient greeks and romans carving loving epitaths on their dog's graves, of how a prehistoric dog's skull was found with a bone placed in it's mouth after death, and you wonder if grieving a dog isn't one of the most consistent experiences in the whole of human history that there is.

i'm glad to know that this could bring you some comfort, in some way. it's incredibly touching to know that you kept me and boone in your thoughts for all this time. i am doing ok - i've been reflecting a lot as we approach the one-year mark. i'm not sure if i'll be able to condense those thoughts down into coherent words, but i'll do my best. i hope that my silly little pets continue to bring you some happiness, and that you've found peace with your own grief.

thank you, again - this is extremely touching and means a hell of a lot to me.

#i know exactly what you mean about reading posts about other peoples loss and grieving in camaraderie with them. i do that too #also mayhaps i am nosy sometimes and want to intrude. i cant help my nature to be a looky-loo #which is to say: you should never feel like you are intruding for doing so back to me.

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Accidentally In Enemies : Part 3 (S.CB)

Word Count : 2.7k

Warnings : swearing, breakup, food, heartache, angst

A/N : Just the epilogue left now! I'm sorry it took so long to get this part out but I ended up hitting major writer's block with this part. Hopefully the epilogue won't take long to get out so I can start posting the next series soon after the poll is finished!

            It felt like the beginning again. The first day that San broke up with her. She woke up the morning after the dinner, everything processed in her brain, and she didn’t want to get up. Wanted to waste away in bed. Re-reading texts between them, wondering when things went wrong. Scrolling through pictures she had yet to delete, wishing for those days to come back. When they looked so happy together, so in love.

            But Changbin refused to let her waste away in bed. Showing up at her house every single day. He didn’t let her sit with her thoughts for too long, always having something to say. Makes sure she takes care of herself. Helping her realize that this wasn’t the end of her love life, just the end of this chapter.

            She had gotten used to having him around. Expecting him to be knocking at the door at the same time each day. She would find herself pulling herself out of bed to get ready for his arrival. Having a shower, getting dressed, doing her makeup. Why am I trying to impress Changbin? She would find herself thinking. But his knock would pull her from her thoughts, and she wouldn’t think about it until the next day. A cycle. A routine. It’s been so long since she had a routine like this.

            A routine that didn’t seem boring. A routine that had her excited for each day. Changbin helped her find excitement and happiness in each day. Just by being around. She went from absolutely hating him to craving his time and attention. Waiting for classes to be over so she could see him again.

            Until it all seemed to crumble around her.

            The day started the same as it always did. With her getting ready, wondering again why she was trying to impress Changbin. And then he knocked on the door, pulling her from her wandering mind. But when she opened the door, her smile fell, and she was met with Choi San. She went to close the door, but he stopped her, slamming his hand on it, and pushing it back open. “I just want to talk.”

            “Everything has been said and done, San. Let’s face it. Our relationship was over long before the breakup. I realized that recently. I’m over it.” She goes to close the door again, but he stopped her again.

            “You said your piece, can I please say mine?” She stood there, staring at him, tracing his features with her eyes. She could see the bags under his eyes, wondering if he was losing sleep over what happened at the dinner weeks ago. But the obviously fresh hickey proved to her that he really didn’t care about her. He’s here for him.

            “Talk.” San is persistent, she knows that. If she doesn’t hear him out now, he’ll come back again. And again. It used to be one of her favourite things about him. He’d go to her after every fight. If she wasn’t ready to talk, he’d sit with her until she was, letting her know he wasn’t going anywhere. But right now? She hates it. Wishes he could let things be said and done, focus on his new relationship, allow her to focus on herself.

            “Can I come in?” She shook her head.

            “You can talk out here.” He nodded, running his fingers through his hair.

            “I didn’t flirt with Gahyeon or anyone else while we were together, I promise you that. We started texting, but nothing romantic until I officially ended things with you.” He paused to assess the look on Y/n’s face. Try to gauge what she’s thinking, but her face was blank. Her eyes held no emotion. All she did was nod, and turn to shut the door again, but he started talking again. “Please say you believe me.”

            “Let’s say that I do. Where does that leave us? We’re still broken up. You still had someone else in line for when we broke up. Nothing changes. So what was the point of you coming all the way over here to tell me this?” Silence fell over them for a minute while San tried to think of something. “Good talk.” She goes to close the door for a fourth time, but this time stops herself to say one more thing. “Maybe you should make a note in your phone of her favourites. So you don’t forget.” Before San could say anything else, she closes the door.

            He goes to knock again but is stopped by Changbin. “I think it’s pretty clear she doesn’t want to talk to you.” San looks at the door and then back at Changbin, noticing the bags of food he had in his hands. He realizes now that she was expecting Changbin when she first opened the door, smile wide, makeup freshly done. It reminds him of when they first started dating, when he would show up at her house with food and gifts. How she would open the door with the same smile, the same starry look in her eyes. It’s clear to him now that she’s completely moved on, and for some reason, he hates the feeling settling in his chest.

~

            It didn’t hit her until she was gathering her belongings together after class, humming a song to herself that Changbin likes to sing to her, that she was growing attached. She was falling for him. She didn’t think of San anymore. Or the hurt he gave her. She didn’t think of the breakup in the coffee shop with San handing her a drink she barely drank. Or the dinner where San pointed out food she would hate. She didn’t even think of the fact that her relationship with San was over long before either of them walked away. That he had another girl lined up for when he left her.

            She thought of Changbin coming in, sliding her favourite drink across the table like he was the one she was supposed to be meeting up with the whole time. How he knew immediately which meal at the restaurant she would like, knowing the one San pointed out was one she wouldn’t eat. She thought of the way Changbin didn’t let her dwell in the heartbreak. He mended her heart before she could even realize it was broken.

            The realization stopped her in her tracks, steps away from her desk, her bag falling to the floor. She was in love with Changbin. How could she be in love with Changbin? She spent years hating him, wanting nothing to do with him. Now all she wants to do is spend the day with him. Everyday.

            “Are you okay?” Changbin came rushing in, picking her bag up off the ground, looking over her to see if she was injured anywhere. “Are you sick?” When he placed his hand on her forehead, she met his eyes. They were filled with worry and concern. And they were only focused on her. Even with other students around them, he only looked at her. “Let’s get you home and I’ll make you some soup.”

            He slung her bag over his shoulder with no hesitation, wrapping her in his arms, leading her out of the building and to his car. People stared. They whispered. But Changbin didn’t care. He still only looked at her. She stopped walking and reached for her bag, but Changbin pulled back. “You don’t have to do this anymore. It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve seen San. We can end this and go back to the way things used to be.” She held out her hand for her bag, but Changbin softly hit it away.

            “What if I don’t want to? What if I want to continue to be by your side? Did you ever think of that?” She stared at him, unsure of what to say. It never crossed her mind that Changbin wanted to be with her. Despite that being the most plausible reason for him continuing to show up everywhere. She always saw him as someone to hate, someone that hates her just as much. “Let me just take you home. Please.” He sounded desperate. As if he was seconds away from getting on his knees. So she gave in.

            The drive was silent. Unlike the drives in the past, which were usually filled with music, Changbin singing along, looking over at her, and serenading her with every cheesy love song. She would laugh, playfully smack his arm, and tell him he was a dork. But it never stopped him. Not that she wanted him to stop. And now that he’s not, she wishes for nothing more than just to be serenaded one last time.

            “Don’t come around anymore.” She said softly as she got out of his car. “Thanks for all your help.” He nodded and she shut the door. He waited until she was inside to drive away, trying to pretend like his heart wasn’t hurting and his eyes weren’t stinging from holding back tears.

~

            She tried to keep to routine the following days, but without Changbin knocking at her door making her excited for the days to come, the routine seemed to fall apart. It felt like she was back at square one. Pulling herself out of bed, shuffling into the bathroom. She tamed her hair that was knotted all over from tossing and turning, brushed her teeth, and washed her face.

            Her eyes scanned over her makeup when she sat at the desk in her room, glancing up into the mirror. And then she stood up, got dressed, and left her room. “Eat something before you go.” Her roommate called after her. When she turned around, she saw dishes scattered on the table. “Did you and Changbin break up?” Her roommate asked as they sat at the table to eat. “I got used to having him around everyday.” She giggled.

            “Me too.” Y/n mumbled then caught herself. “We weren’t dating!” Her roommate looked at her like she didn’t believe her.

            “Oh please. So he was just coming over everyday with food just because?” Y/n nodded. “Picking you up after class? Taking you out all the time? Late night drives? All just because?” She nodded again, slowly this time, taking in the words. “And look at you now. You look like you’re going through a break up.”

            Y/n looked down at her outfit. It was warm outside so she wore a t-shirt with a pair of shorts. It was comfortable. She thought it was cute. But if Changbin were here to pick her up, she’s sure she would have gone for a skirt instead. Or maybe a little sundress. She would have done her hair better. A touch of makeup. “I’m going to class.”

            “Just admit you guys broke up!” Her roommate calls after her and she slams the door, blinking back tears as she hops on her bicycle. It’s been a while, used to Changbin driving her everywhere. But she took a deep breath, put her ear buds in, and took another second to blink back more tears, and then headed for class.

            She didn’t even notice the all too familiar car sitting across the street. Changbin sitting inside, watching her to make sure she was okay. He wonders if she ate the food he left on the steps for her. Wonders if she wished he knocked on the door. If she misses the mornings they shared the way he did.

~

            When all her classes were done, she packed up slower than usual, nothing to look forward to anymore. Changbin wasn’t waiting for her outside the classroom door with his heart stopping smile. He wasn’t going to take her bag and wrap an arm around her, talking a mile a minute about his day, asking about hers, as he led her to his car. They wouldn’t drive around until they found something to do, somewhere to eat.

            Instead she walks alone to her bike, head down, ignoring all the chatter around her. She’s come to terms with the fact that maybe, just maybe her and Changbin took the fake dating thing a little too seriously. Got a little too close. Became a little too attached. “Y/n.” Her head snaps up at the familiar voice, seeing someone standing by her bike with a nervous smile.

            “What are you doing here?” She grumbled as she unlocked her bike, getting ready to go home. And then she stood up, holding her bike by the handlebars, staring at the man that nervously scratched the back of his neck. “If you don’t have anything to say, goodbye.”

            “Y/n wait, please.” She really thought she’d never see him again. Hoped she’d never see him again. “You and Changbin. Is it true you broke up?” She used to find his nervous habits cute. The way he’d kick his feet, scratch at his neck, barely make eye contact. But not anymore.

            “That’s not any of your business, San.” She answered.

            “Do you want to know why I actually broke up with you?” He asked before she could leave. The question had her stopping in her tracks. She thought she knew. He didn’t love her anymore. He forget everything about her, started to learn about someone new. “You’re right that our relationship was over long before either of us walked away, but do you know why?”

            “Because you fell out of love with me.” She answered, turning around to face him. He shook his head.

            “Because I knew you and Changbin didn’t really hate each other.” She let out a laugh. She remembers telling San all the things Changbin has done to her, said to her. All the times he made her cry. She would say his name with venom lacing her words. “It was only a matter of time before you saw what I did.”

            “What the fuck are you talking about? I despised him.”

            “I didn’t.” She whipped her head around to see Changbin standing there. “I never hated you. I’m just an idiot and a coward.”

            “I got to go.” She said, getting on her bike and leaving before either of them could say anything else. San nodded his head towards her, telling Changbin to go after her. He watched as Changbin rushed to his car, leaving as fast as he could, knowing he was right. He leaned against the bike rack, shoving his hands in his pockets, practically kicking himself for the words that came out of his mouth.

            That’s not how he wanted the talk to go. He just wanted to know if there was any hope for them to start again, but he knew by the look in her eyes when she saw him that the answer was no. It would always be no. He was too late.

~

            Changbin beat her to her house, standing in front of her steps by the time she made it home, a hopeful smile on his face. “Can we please talk?” She took in his appearance. The dark circles under his eyes, the holes in his shirt. It looked like he rolled out of bed and went to class, but why does she still find him attractive?

            “You look like a mess.” She said. He looked down at his outfit and chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, telling her he didn’t think he would be seeing her today, even though he wanted to. “Are you going to give me some cheesy speech about how you’ve always had feelings for me and that made you nervous so you said dumb things and that made me hate you?” He opened his mouth to dispute that but closed it and nodded. “Idiot.”

            “We’ve established that.” He said. She giggled and nodded. “So? Should we give us a real chance?” He looked at her with a hopeful look in his eyes, cocking his head slightly to the side as he waited for her answer.            

“Let’s go inside. We have a new episode of our show today.” She said, taking a step towards him, turning him around, and lightly pushing him up the steps, slipping her hand in his before she opened the door. He smiled at her, holding tighter so she couldn’t slip away this time.  

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Trails of Love Hori's been paving down in the build up for the series' ending

Part II: Decoding the love story being told through other characters

Part One | II. KamiJirou | Part Three ->

.•° ✿ 5. "I̥̰̟͈̣̮͑̑͐̓̌z̴͉̙̲̋͗͌u̶̫̝̒̊̐Ocha" ೋღ

Oh look, time to defeat the raid boss of BNHA: IzuOcha. (I wrote this meta in March, and after reading it now, I didn't feel I needed to change anything, but I added a small bonus section at the end. Hope you enjoy!)

I have a lot of things to say about why Ochaco was never meant to be the one... but I'll try to stay concise and on topic with regards to this meta. Ochaco appears set up as Izuku's love interest from the get-go, but is that really what Hori wanted to do? I'll be taking a dive into their themes and in part three of this meta, I'll be explaining why the answer to that question has been a resounding: NO!

When I compared the feedback Ochaco got from Aoyama, Toga and Mina about her having a crush on Izuku for wanting to be like him, to Izuku, who didn’t get any feedback for all the times he did the exact same thing and copied Kacchan, it felt very unfair.

See what I mean? It is completely unfair. And this was such a hard topic for me to navigate and answer for the anon at that time. But then I did some thinking.

Compress, Gentle/La Brava, Kamijirou and finally Kirimina (which came as a pleasant surprise, and for me, cemented Hori's intentions with all of this)... all of these characters have been written to highlight various things about BkDk's relationship.

Then, there is Ochaco's admiration of Izuku and she always gets told it's a crush, and it's so weird of a plot to begin with. This very one-sided "crush" also felt out of place with the rest of the themes going on. I eventually realised maybe we had been looking too closely at the admiration issue all along. By attempting to explain the meaning of the tree and why it's different from this other tree, we didn't see the forest it's connected to and that there was actually something bigger going on that Hori had been crafting.

Scale it back and you’ll see: It’s not that Izuku didn’t get his own feedback about his feelings for Kacchan in the various ways he shows he wanted to be like him, but Ochaco’s conversations with Aoyama and Mina and Toga were his feedback!! It was one of the biggest AHHHHHHHHHHH SO THAT'S WHY pin drop moments I've ever had.

No one was calling him out, because they didn't need to! Calling out Ochaco for that behaviour was all Izuku's same behaviour needed!

Chapter 15 is the first time Izuku displays this behaviour of wanting to be like Kacchan. In Chapter 48 Izuku trains his movement after thinking of "Kacchan and the others". His movement mimicking Katsuki's is first noticed by Iida in Chapter 52.

We spent so much time worrying what the difference is between Izuku and Ochaco’s admiration, but we tackled the problem all wrong! In fact, we didn’t need to tackle it at all.

Because not only did Ochaco’s crush sideplot serve as a red herring to veil the real love story going on from the average reader, it was also used as another tool to highlight it.

In chapter 58, Izuku showed off his new movement style and everybody, even Katsuki, noticed it was copying the way Katsuki moves. The fact we get another Ochaco shot of her watching Izuku mimic Katsuki really does add credence to the theory that she noticed Izuku's feelings because he's also copying the person he loves. And if their logic was true for her, then why couldn't it be true for Izuku too? Izuku's mimicry being such a non-issue for 1-A was surely done on purpose for us to see this hypocrisy one day: That her mimicry gets called out as love by everyone, but everyone sleeps on Izuku's own mimicry simply because it's between two boys.

Our take away was never meant to be “what’s the difference between their admiration/love”, but simply that Izuku was both wanting to become like and inadvertently becomes like Kacchan because he loves him so much and a way to keep Kacchan close to him was incorporating both his attitude and movement style into his own.

Hori was linking the two concepts of mimicry and romance together with commentary from Mina/Aoyama/Toga while having Izuku do this EXACT THING they were talking about, with Katsuki, right in front of our damn salad!

Because what other characters noted about Ochaco's behaviour... Izuku was also expressing towards Kacchan. (Hori even brought it up again in DvK2 just to remind *everyone* that Izuku is very conscious of doing the exact same thing as Ochaco)

Even if Ochaco later reveals their logic to not be true FOR HER (which I wholeheartedly believe in. BkDk+TogaChaco end game LETS GO), we know for sure this logic has absolutely been true for Izuku. And the feedback Ochaco got also fits Hori’s framework of;

Bkdk -> are the actions

Other characters -> are the words for their feelings and actions.

Ochaco never was a raid boss to begin with... she only had the appearance of one. All to get BkDK through to the finish line.

Ochaco talking about "putting the All Might doll away" here used the same verb as "shutting her feelings away" and her scene instantly jumps to Izuku looking at his black whip - a quirk he has also "put away" behind a locked door that represents OFA. Black whip is a quirk which emerged from the feelings he has for Katsuki, that Izuku has also had to "put away" because what happened to him was so traumatic. I think Hori wanted us to see their two stories of "locking something away" were actually the same in essence, and it wasn't just black whip itself that Izuku had to lock away, but also his feelings for Katsuki... because we lost Izuku's POV towards Katsuki after the "I'm too blessed." scene. Most likely to hide the romantic love Izuku feels towards him from the reader.

I realised the same logic of the other couples also applied to Ochaco too a few months ago, while I was putting together this meta about all the ways Hori has indirectly shown readers what Izuku’s feelings for Kacchan are. Hori couldn’t say it outright because of his demographic and the current expectations society has that BL should stay in it's own category and far removed from shounen.

So Hori gave bkdk their moments without a whole lot of context and developed the idea of them simultaneously in another language, by getting other various characters to do the talking. And he used these characters to indirectly spell out bkdk’s love story in conjunction with bkdk’s own behaviour, all for the sake of his big bkdk reveal in the series' finale.

And to think he’s been doing this almost since the beginning blows my mind. (Chapter 15! Chapter 15 was the start of WWKD: What Would Kacchan Do) The man is a genius. A lot of this feels like he had needed to release his feelings about bkdk, so he left these trails of code throughout the manga... and we’ve finally cracked the damn thing.

We did it. We realised Hori’s 2nd language and roundabout method of telling one of the greatest love stories in shounen history. And I’m sure there’s even more examples of it to discover, that all our fandom's talented, keen-eyed bkdks find every day.

If Horikoshi Kohei-Sensei wrote this story because he wanted to cement his mark in jump history, he has deservedly done just that!

Part B - The real ship of dreams

(It felt too good to be true, yet I was quietly hoping...) .•° ✿ 5. TogaChako ೋღ

Circling back to the first part of this meta, "The Shape of an Eternal Bond" ... Do you remember when I talked about how BkDk couldn't imagine a world without each other, and the sense of an eternity they both exude together? Something that has always been, something that will always be. It seems more themes and feelings we get from bkdk's relationship have now been thrown into the Togachaco fight.

Ochaco gave Toga what is essentially a marriage proposal to a vampire, and then her wires made the shape of the infinity symbol. Toga expresses to her "I can't stand the thought of you not being in this world anymore." This is 1. so touching 2. bkdk as HELL, and I am certain that Katsuki and Izuku will confess their desires to be together forever before this manga ends.

I mean, this just goes to show you how us bkdks and Hori are literally on the same neural link, and we've been right about his methods of storytelling and how he's leaving trails of love inside these other couples to express concepts that are present in bkdk's own (soon to be) very romantic relationship.

It's a fun thought exercise to look at Togachaco's fight and predict what certain themes of theirs Hori will install into bkdk's talk/feelings they will express to each other... but there is a certain one, other than "forever", I feel very strongly about and will focus on here...

And that is Izuku's smile.

Something Katsuki once detested became the thing he most advocated for and longed to protect. His thumbs pointing to himself while talking about smiles... no wonder this had an air of Katsuki, himself, being the biggest reason Izuku smiles. "How could you leave me and choose this for us - a life of no smiling like that?"

At the start of the series, Katsuki couldn't stand Izuku's face or the smile he made at him. Whenever he saw it, he could only think of it as somebody laughing at him, looking down on him... but then DvK2 reframed Izuku's wide smiles at him and turned them into something pure, and genuine, and I think that's when Katsuki started to realise how much he was being loved the whole time.

And how could Katsuki possibly not reciprocate those earnest feelings from his special person who helped him find his heroic heart?

And this seems to be something Ochaco has noticed about Izuku? Ochaco, somebody who loves when people smile, noticed how big Izuku smiles when he talks about heroes... but especially the besotted faces he makes whenever he's with Katsuki... Of course she did.

On the Weekly Shounen Jump cover that featured bnha chapter 394, most of the characters on it are happy and smiling. Izuku isn't, however. That's because he's lost the ability to smile because Katsuki is still dead in the manga... Hori used this jump issue to build on this theme in the manga - that if you take Katsuki away, then away goes Izuku's smile, too.

Because Katsuki's very existence gives Izuku his happiness.

These two panels were supposed to be compared to each other - "Blood" and "Smiles" are two concepts mirroring each other in Togachaco's story. It's their different love languages. Toga felt like she couldn't ask Saito-kun for blood because he'd never accept her, Ochaco felt like she couldn't ask Izuku for his smile... because he'd also never accept her... she knew this was because Izuku already had somebody who gave him his sweetest smile... the same person who knew him more than anyone.

Chapter 395's title, 'shiawase no ue ni' was an interesting one that feels nuanced with Ochaco's feelings towards Izuku. It can be read as "Above (my) happiness..." I think this title is describing the concept of prioritising something else BEFORE one's own happiness. It's the perfect concept title for self-sacrifice, like Toga putting Ochaco's life above her own, but could ALSO be referencing Ochaco placing Izuku's happiness with Katsuki before her own feelings for him!!

Ochaco's story, at present, appears to be about putting aside unrequited love for a person she didn't quite understand, and instead placing her efforts into an attainable goal - rescuing somebody's heart from despair, and in doing so, becoming each other's important person. And then neither have to journey through life alone anymore. Ochaco knew this is something Izuku and Katsuki found in each other. In the image above, the girls are looking at Izuku and Saito, who won't turn their way, because they are both looking at a blonde boy next to them. Their "Sometimes Saturday." Katsuki.

The hidden face as Ochaco says she "came to like" Izuku Midoriya is quite suspicious. It belies what she's saying and she seems to either be hiding something negative or she’s not being truly forthcoming about her situation and feelings for Izuku. There are also themes of envy that finally showed up in Togachaco's dialogue which may be foundation Hori has laid down for the reveal of Ochaco's feelings later, as well. Envy about the attention Izuku received from others as a hero. Envy towards Izuku's innate passion for heroes, and the adoring faces he makes for Katsuki, perhaps.

So this smile that Katsuki has always misunderstood as something negative aimed towards him ended up turning into something... very lovely and important to him, as shown in Izuku's panel and how Ochaco described Toga's smile right afterwards.

And honestly... if we get little snapshots of the many smiles Izuku has made for Katsuki, while Katsuki is thinking about how adorable Izuku looks just for him when they're talking, I don't think I'll make it out of this bkdk reveal alive. Hori is going to obliterate us with whatever he's got cooking for them.

With all the major bkdk-alike couples now finished, the next post of this meta series will be: Part III, and the conclusion of this meta series ->

Back to Part One

#bakudeku #bnha meta #bkdk canon #hori trails #must read meta #kana writes #togachaco #bkdk #I'm sorry I took so long to post this part #you see... there was an order i was trying to do things in... #i wanted to link to topics I was writing on twitter but then stuff happened there which messed with my plans for writing these metas out #on top of that #the tumblr editor would randomly wipe out entire asks so I became really demotivated #but this is one of the last metas I wanted to write for bkdk so I will finish writing at least this series to completion #sorry the togachaco section is small I didn't want to make the post even longer but I felt like I should talk about them #as this was the intended final post of part II - I shoulda known togachaco would also become a big part of this meta series xD #but their themes and expressions of love are a happy and welcome surprise just like kiriminas :)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU #I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track) #The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more. #I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by #and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles! #Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise! #I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space. #It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is #You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together: #I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper. #I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything. #You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there. #Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite. #day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less: #'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all) #This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly. #(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)

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Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

#me when everybody is posting the maple leafs sad narratives and i am furiously generating this like HOLD ONNNN HOLD ONNNNNNN #honestly i could've been SOOOO MEAN about this because i saw this poem & alexandra got the preview on the poetry blog #where i just reblogged the first half of this poem point blank with the tags #kyle dubas #toronto maple leafs #& got yelled at aksdaksf & it literally only didn't go on this blog bc i usually write more & then it was percolating & i looked up the poe #& it was only the FIRST PART i'd reblogged i didn't know there was more & then brain immediately went brrrrr ok time for an edit. #this is a long one lol & i also have no idea if it makes sense to anybody but me but because y'all know me i will always overexplain so!! #my reasoning for the reasons obvi kyle. that's a given i hope he's doing well i hope he & his family r good but man is not coming in to wor #the second edit took me a stupid amount of time bc i am nitpicky but also i learned how to do the layers & transparency from the claude edi #that actually y'all don't know about lmao but i lost my mind when i saw how perfectly those pictures align i was scrolling getty & was like #ok december i'm gonna do a headline one (in my brain with the november/june quote about choosing to die again) w/ maple leafs playoff odds #how they say at winter break you know who's gonna be in the playoffs & who'll win & they thought they had a shot but it's mitchie overlaid #the 2003-04 team who'd last won a playoff round with the atlantic division stats from dec for 22-23 & how long it's been & dec headlines #i wanted breakup/recent/never loved to be a recent trade acquisition somebody who bounced around & somebody else so i almost had simmer #brodie & zar but then i wanted to make murray for breakup at any time &i forgot zar & him were on the pens together &it hit me like a truc #bc there's a photo of the two of them EXACTLY the same so close it's scary of this one but them as pens so they had to be it & i did always #know never loved again was mitchie. sorry. also mitchie in the penalty box the last game but i couldn't find footage of it & this one works #no i could not find a photo of tyler bertuzzi fighting a leaf for a dog looked at me yes i tried. #i almost made the bunting photo jt but instead it's 'bunting a rat etc' anyway the one i really feel unhinged about is dead pets bc at firs #i was gonna make it the handshake line & look to see if the leafs had drafted anybody on the panthers (dead pet former draft pick) #& they had & it was carter verhaeghe & i couldn't get a good pic of matthews & verhaeghe but it's fine bc i thought about the mo/luke schen #narrative (in which they are a perfect d pair long lost) & schenn was drafted by the leafs & that line fits jut trust me. also how i feel #about the kniesy luminous line that one possessed me it had to be kniesy idk why. i almost put gussy as girls are too pretty though ALSO #did u like my joke. daylight SAVINGS time on the goalie. thank u. also my photo magic on the jt (me very poorly editing in him as an isle) #OK ALSO HOLD ONNNNN there is a part two but i have to wait for the Content i want it will come out as soon as [redacted] or sooner #if i get bad at waiting &everyone will pretend like it is always the way it will be once i have the photos i want. speaking of did the leaf #simply not take a team photo this year?? it Does Not Exist for me i have tried very hard to look for it also i'm excited for part 2 #one of them is named oh you're so unhinged for this one & the finished product is you're unhinged in ways you didn't even know u were sorry #liv in the replies

[blueberrysan]

MC Yeosang for @kangyeosaang from your atiny secret santa <3

#ateezsource #ateezedit #atinyblrsecretsanta22 #ateez #yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez gifs #shaytriestogif #hi simi!!! first of all i'm so sorry we couldn't get to talk more BUT I hope you like this set #you were one of the first people i followed on atinyblr and i always remembered your mcyeo gifs so i thought i'd do a little comp set <3 #plus you mentioned cute yeo and i couldn't help myself from it lol #i'm so sorry this is late this took me way longer than i expected but i hope you like it and have/had happy holidays and a happy new year #thank you also for being an amazing part of atinyblr #long post

[hlvrai-stuck-together]

He's late.

It's the big day, and he's already fucking it up. Awesome. Leave it to Gordon to continuously make everything harder for everyone around him.

Under stress, panicking, and annoyed to hell and back, he pushed the cart into the beam. As soon as the crystal touched the laser, it sparked, electricity zapping out across the large chamber. Smoke started to rise from the machine, and the creak of radiation filled the air.

Gordon took a few steps back, looking up at it in horror. Shit, they did it too fast, didn't they? They could hear their coworkers screaming behind them, but their attention was locked on the giant machine.

The security guard who'd followed him in suddenly vanished from his peripheral. Gordon looked away for just a moment to try and find him again- there! Standing on top of the platform where the controls were, there was the "non-human" guy who'd been following him all day. The radiation beams were shooting right next to him, ohh fuck he was going to die up there.

"Get off the top of the- you're gonna wanna be on the floor, what if the fuckin' rafters fall?!" they shouted up at him. "You gotta-"

With a flash of light, the test's sample started glowing an intense, neon green color, cutting Gordon off. He threw his hands up over his eyes, catching a glimpse of the chat as he did so. He couldn't make out any of the words, but he could see that people were speaking in all caps now. He yelled a swear at the pain.

He spun around to look at the window, shouting for help, only to watch helplessly as one of the other scientists overseeing the project launched himself down into the chamber. He shouted in fear, running around in panic before seemingly tripping over his own feet and knocking himself out on the floor.

The guard was just fuckin' gone by now. He must have gotten trapped in the beam or something, there was no way to tell and no time to find his body. The crystal started rocking in the cart, and with each shift there came another explosion, with atoms crashing into each other and splitting in ways that should not have been possible with humanity's current tools. Gordon could only look up at it, frozen in fear.

With one final shift of the crystal, it shattered. With it went the whole experiment, lighting the entire room up in harsh green. Gordon threw his hands up in front of him, screaming as his world was changed forever.

Then... nothing.

Gordon blinked a few times, looking around themself at the pitch blackness that had enveloped his world. He couldn't even see himself in it.

...Was he dead?

No, that couldn't have been right. He was still breathing, right? That had to count for something.

He squinted into the dark, trying to see anything. As his eyes adjusted, he swore he could see faint lines of green running lengthwise down his vision. Whether that was caused by the bright light of radiation or if that was actually SOMETHING, he couldn't tell yet.

He opened his mouth to yell, but instead of screaming out into the dark like he'd planned, he let out a simple, friendly greeting.

"Howdy."

No one answered him.

As his eyes continued to adjust, he began to make out what the lines were- numbers. They were lines and lines of numbers, wrapping all around him.

...Where was he?

"Howdy," he continued to call out. "Howdy. Howdy. Howdy. Howdy."

Still, no answer.

The world around him began to flash, green as the radiation from the test gone wrong. Gordon spun around, trying to find the source of it. The numbers lit up under the flashing lights- illuminated by shots of lightning- ones and zeros.

It was the same light from the Resonance Cascade. Aw fuck, was he still in the test chamber? Shit, he had to wake up, he was going to get hit.

He struggled to move, only to realize there was a pull on his arm. Looking towards it, he could see green strings attached, pulling him nowhere and in five different directions at once. It hurt, oh GOD it hurt, but no amount of pulling was freeing him. He pushed against it with his left hand, his free hand, and no avail. Nothing.

Before he could do much else, the strings yanked, and with this tug went his hand. He screamed in pain and surprise, everything going dark again, but only briefly.

He was in the garbage compactor. His hand was gone.

He wanted to stop, but something compelled him forward. He wanted to lay down and go back to sleep, but something wouldn't let him. He wanted to give up. Something in him made him grit his teeth.

He kept going through Black Mesa, lead on by Tommy this time. He wanted to collapse. Something forced his legs forward.

He kept getting kicked back down when he tried to climb out of the water, the clone's heels relentless. He yelled for Tommy, trying in vain to pull himself out. He only could with Tommy's help.

His friend was caught up in the tide of clones, too, and was quickly shoved away from Gordon. The shots from his gun continued to echo through the room, adding to Gordon's massive headache.

"I've unleashed the power of all 300 clones," Dr Coomer's voice boomed from somewhere. It was near impossible to tell if he was far away or close by with all the noise. Gordon's head swiveled quickly, trying to pinpoint where the hell he was.

"There's an entrance in your suit, Gordon, AND I WANT IN."

There! He was shoving his own clones aside, slowly making his way closer. He had the look of a crazed man about him, eyes too wide, grin too large. He was shaking, too, like he was high on adrenaline.

Green lines were starting to creep along the walls, down down down like a watercolor painting. Gordon squeezed their eyes shut, shouting Tommy's name.

He was backed into a corner, swarmed by clones as the real- main?- Coomer crept closer and closer. "I've been outside Black Mesa, Dr Freeman. There's nothing there. But you..." He shoved his way in front of Gordon, grabbing his stub of an arm. "I KNOW there's a world in your dreams, AND I NEED TO GO THERE."

Gordon screamed.

Berdey shot up, startled out of xeir nightmare. Fuck... nightmare. At least it wasn't real.

Just to be sure, they pinched themself. Yep. That hurt.

They flopped back down on the bed with a sigh. Gordon could never escape these, either- of COURSE Berdey would inherit them from him. Couldn't catch a break, in this life or the next.

It was still dark under the door, implying the darkness outside, too. Night. Well, they didn't wanna go back to sleep, not after that.

Looking at xeir left hand, they saw no new messages aside from the "goodnight"s that had been there before they drifted off.

They didn't wanna get up, but they also wanted to check on Coomer, just to make sure he was okay. Gordon had never managed to figure out what the fuck he'd meant by the whole "world in your dreams" thing. His dreams were a nightmare. Literally this time around. Why would Coomer want to go there?

It was anxiety talking. Coomer hadn't brought it up in a long time. Maybe he'd finally gotten over it. Besides, he didn't exactly want to see him right now.

With a sigh, he laid back down. It was gonna be a long night.

#st au #stuck together au #part 1 #part 1 story #nightmare #HOLY SHIT DAY ONE IS OVER *(falls over and explodes comedically)* #anyway HIIII #it's four am and i'm gonna sleep as soon as this is posted #BUT YEAH #sorry this took so long but i promise i am alive #but yeah! each day will end with a dream or a nightmare (unless specified otherwise) #i wanted this one to be more chaotic but it's about the themes and i honestly am ready for day 1 to be over so i can stop withholding info #lol #day 2 i have two events planned so i guess we'll see #anyway GOODNIGHT

[jojosgaylittleadventure]

This is the fourth fic in my Josuyaus series that takes place while they're still in high school You can find my series here I also have a master post of all my Josuyasu writing here

Summary: After a study session gone wrong, Josuke finds himself needing somewhere he can feel safe and at home and that some where turns out to be Okuyasu. Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, the following tags are not from/between the ship (just an fyi), Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Side Character/Main Character Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Victim Blaming

#I LIIIIIVVVVVEEE!!!!!!!! #sorry for going missing for like 500 years and then coming at you with a heavy ass fic #this is one of the longest fics i've written so far and it took so long because i wanted to do it right #any of my regular readers please read the tags as this is a heavier fic that might cover topics that some people might find triggering #i know that's not my normal thing so i just wanted to give an extra warning so no one get's jump scared tho a lot of it is rather mild #in my opinion #anyways... #Jojo Part 4 #jjba Part 4 #Diamond is Unbreakable #Josuke Higashikata #Okuyasu Nijimura #Josuyasu #Sophia Writes #Part 4 #Josuke #Okuyasu #Tomoko #She's in there for a scene or two lol #Fic #i'm low-key nervous about posting this one because it feels like it really took a lot of me to write it >.> #it was emotionally taxing but i really wanted to write it

[queenlucythevaliant]

Ooooh I would love to hear about your hypothetical curriculum for St. Petersburg!

In my mind, there are two other parallel versions of me that chose other fields of study. There's one who chose theology, and there's one who chose Russian lit.

So five-ish years ago, I read St. Petersburg: A Cultural History by Solomon Volkov. I absolutely adored it. As I read, I kept a running list of all the literature, music, and art that I wanted to look up and experience once I had finished the book. This turned into a sort of self-taught class on the literature of St. Petersburg, which continues to be one of my greatest fascinations. I read voraciously, listened to little but Petersburg opera for months (hit me up for Russian opera recs!), and when I read other Russian cultural histories, I kept similar lists and read even more. I've still got quite a lot of Russian classics on my to be read list, but this technique gave me a wonderful start, which led me in turn to create this hypothetical lit curriculum. I would love nothing more than to somehow share Petersburg's beautiful body of poetry, prose, and essay with others.

Note: this is probably a bit more than would fit in a standard undergrad semester, but I've already made substantial cuts from the original lists and can't bring myself to pare it down anymore. Suspend your disbelief, etc.

The Petersburg Mythos

Alexander Pushkin: The Bronze Horseman and The Queen of Spades

Mikhail Lomonosov: Masquerade

Nikolai Gogol: The Nevsky Prospect and The Overcoat

Fyodor Dostoyevsky: White Nights and Crime and Punishment. Maybe also The Adolescent if there's time; if not, I would at least include one particular excerpt from it.

Ivan Turgenev: Home of the Gentry

Leo Tolstoy: Anna Karenina

Yevgeny Zamyatin: “Moscow-Petersburg”

Essay: Using “Moscow-Petersburg” as a framework, examine the projected mythos of St. Petersburg in contrast to that of another major city in Europe, Asia, America, or even in fiction.

The Silver Age

Alexandre Benois: “Picturesque Petersburg”

Andrei Bely: Petersburg

Boris Pasternak: “February” “A Wedding” “My Sister, Life” “Hamlet”

Alexander Blok: “The Dances of Death” “The City Sleeps” “The Stranger”

Nikolay Gumilyov: “The Lost Tram” “The Sixth Sense”

Anna Akhmatova: "The Prayer"

Marina Tsvetayeva: “To Akhmatova”

Essay: While the influence of Golden Age literature on the Silver Age is clear, many have noted an air of dread and anticipation preceding the Bolshevik Revolution in their work is well. Was St. Petersburg of the Silver Age more past- or future-oriented? Defend your answer.

The Martyr City

Anna Akhmatova: Untitled poem on Gumilyov’s arrest

Osip Mandelstam: “Leningrad,” “Petropolis,” Untitled “Help me, O Lord…”

Yevgeny Zamyatin: The Cave

Konstantin Vaginov: The Goat Song

Yuri Tynyanov: The Death of Vazir-Mukhtar

Anna Akhmatova: “Requiem” and “Poem Without a Hero”

Mikhail Zoshchenko: Nervous People

Choose an emotional response to the suffering of the early Soviet Era, such as grief, alienation, fear, or hope, and analyze its presence in the literature of early to mid-century Leningrad.

Expatriates, Non-Russians, and the End of the Soviet Era

Vladimir Nabokov: Speak, Memory

Alexander Kushner: selections from We Cannot Choose Times…

Andy Croft: Epilogue to “Fellow Travellers”

Olga Berggolts: Untitled “We pronounced the simplest, poorest words…”

Vladamir Kornilov: “Freedom”

Essay: How does the writing of those who are alienated from St. Petersburg’s identity in some way differ from those who are immersed in it? (In order to answer this question, you will need to decide: What is St. Petersburg’s identity?)

#i think i'm gonna start migrating my Russia posts over to this blog #clearly this community has an interest #and i yearn to share this sort of thing with you all #i had a really tough time tracking down a lot of these poems and essays #back when i first read them #so if anyone has that same problem let me know and I can probably help #i have a stockpile #it's an absurdly long word document that probably ought to be a folder or something #i would sell body parts for a chance to visit St. Petersburg #russia where are you flying to? #literature makes us more human #ask me hard questions #really glad you asked for this one friend #sorry it took so long

[illiana-mystery]

Mike Hubble: Out of Context (Pt. 2)

#here's the second part i promised yall #sorry this took so long #making gifs are just quicker #and i wanted to keep my queue up #since work has been kicking my ass #i'm gonna post the whole episode soon #i kinda want to just cut all of the fluff and focus more on the A plot #so i'm gonna cut the b plot #you're welcome in advance #so here's another snack #hope you enjoy #mike hubble #boon season 6 #alfred molina #videos

[yersina]

Mmmm... When i learned that their are Riding Skills in TSCTIR, my mind just went to your recent fic with Yoojin with a Beast Tamer Skill. then i played FGO then its like a bulb lightup in my mind. Yoojin with a Skill that basically a Beast Tamer and Beast Riding skill, with riding skill working on all type of monsters. the description is like "Able to Tame and Ride Beast Rank S and Below"

[part 1]

(if the ending of this looks familiar, it's bc i posted part of it here!)

~

In the months and years after dungeons first started appearing in the world, what the media always, always chooses to gloss over is how much none of them have any idea what they’re doing. It’s always a ‘heroic struggle’ or ‘fierce battle’ or ‘close call’ and never ‘Lee Kijeong learned right then and there that his skill could do that thing’. 

See, it seems easy on the surface. Once the statistics are assessed and demographic data released, it’s revealed that the vast majority of people who Awakened are in their twenties to thirties. Young enough to know about the once-fictional concept of virtual reality gaming. Young enough to have read the fantasy stories and manhwa and recognize the Awakened interface for its game design. Young enough to want to play it like a game.

Yoojin knows plenty of other Hunters who do treat it like a game, shouting out their attacks like they’re in an anime. It’s hard not to. He gets it. There’s just something easier about accepting that you can create giant pillars of ice while shouting the skill name than fully assimilating it as a part of reality. 

But the thing is: it’s not a game. It’s their actual, real lives, and real life is never as simple as that. 

Yoojin whistles and learns that he can control the creatures that burst out from dungeon gates.

He talks and learns that he can order them to do what he wants.

He’s summoned to a dungeon break near the edge of the Han River and learns that none of this is fail-proof.

A sharp whistle and a desperate yell of “Stop!” manages to bring everything within a ten meter radius to a standstill, but it’s still not enough. Ten meters is hardly a blip on the scale of a dungeon break. But he does his job, herding a shaking family and several unlucky business people towards the evacuation route and ordering the pale, icy lion-creatures under his control to protect them on their way. The Hunters assisting with evacuation eye his tamed creatures with distrust, but begrudgingly accept their help. Hopefully it ends up speeding things along.

“Hunter Han Yoojin!” Yoojin doesn’t pause and immediately heads in the direction of the shout. 

When he jogs a block over, he skids to a stop before he’s even really registering what’s in front of him. “Wh—”

Gongryongie, the pterosaur from his first dungeon break that he could never quite let go, is grappling with a huge white mass of fur. ‘Grappling’ is generous—it’s more like Gongryongie is clinging on for dear life while the mass of fur—is that a tiger?—tries to shake it off like an annoying bug. 

The tiger is massive. It’s hunched in on itself and is still almost the height of a single story.

“Gongryongie,” he croaks, and feels the knot of worry in his chest unwind a little when his pterosaur obediently lets go and flies higher to perch on the roof of a building instead. “What—” He bites off the end of his question and turns to the hunter who called him over, who’s currently doing his best to hide behind a fragment of crumbled wall. He’s technically ranked higher in stats than Yoojin, if he remembers correctly, but doesn’t have the personality or temperament for this job. Hardly older than Yoohyun, probably, Yoojin thinks with a pang when he sees the other hunter’s white-knuckled grip on a piece of concrete. 

“I think that’s the boss of the dungeon,” the hunter answers tremulously, eyes glued to where the possible dungeon boss is still crouched in a lethal coil on the street.

“Where’s everyone else?”

“Doing their jobs in a place that’s not here.” Both of them know that there’s no one to blame here. Just everyone and everything being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Yoojin has never tried taming anything higher than B-Rank. This creature looks to be A-Rank at the very least. 

Well, there’s no time like the present.

“If things look like they’re going south, run away,” Yoojin advises, and doesn’t bother to listen to the panicked sputtering before letting out an ear-splitting whistle. “Stop!”

The tiger-creature immediately swings bright blue eyes in his direction, pinning him under the gaze of a predator. Oh fuck, Yoojin thinks fervently. He takes a hesitant step closer and is somehow not instantly killed for it. He badly wants to check his skill menu and see if it’s been updated, but he’s unwaveringly certain that if he takes his eyes off the tiger, he’s going to die.

“Hi there,” he murmurs, going for the low, gentle tone that’s better for wild, wary animals. The tiger, encouragingly, growls like it would love nothing better than to tear Yoojin to pieces. “I’m going to walk closer, okay?”

He keeps inching closer, keeps getting growled at, and impossibly, keeps staying alive. “Hey,” he says to the other hunter once he’s closed about half of the distance, still keeping his eyes on the tiger. “Hey,” he tries again when he doesn’t receive a response. “You. Hunter.”

“M-me?”

“I have this under control.” Or, at least, he prays that he does. “Go.”

“Hunter Han Yoojin—”

“Go. You’re needed elsewhere.” And then, thankfully, footsteps receding into the distance. “Hey, Gongryongie.” To his right, the click of a beak. In front of him, the tiger’s eyes are very, very blue. “Make sure he gets somewhere safe for me?” Gongryongie’s chitter is decidedly scolding. “Please.” 

And then they’re alone.

“Will you listen to me?” he muses, shuffling another step closer. The growl had trailed off to a mumble while he was directing the other hunter and Gongryongie, but now it starts up again. The longer this stretches, the more convinced Yoojin is that the only thing keeping him alive right now is his previous order to stop. “Back up,” he says curiously. 

The tiger’s growl increases to a hair-raising volume, but it takes a step back. Yoojin smiles wryly. “Don’t like that, huh?” 

He’s not so reckless as to approach it and lay a hand on its fur, but he does take a seat on the ground just slightly out of swiping reach. He stays there, quietly watching the tiger, until it finally seems to grow tired of waiting and tries to lunge. “Stop,” he says again, heart in his throat, and is rewarded with a deafening snarl. 

They repeat this cycle until a gust of air against his sweaty forehead warns him of Gongryongie’s approach. It sizes up the tiger with a look that Yoojin might call disdain if he saw it on a human, and snaps its beak when the tiger roars at it. “Don’t be stupid,” Yoojin says tiredly, mustering up a smile for his loyal pterosaur. “It could kill you with half a thought.”

Gongryongie ruffles its wings in discontent and settles into a gangly pile of limbs next to Yoojin. “Hey, what if there are people out there still?” Yoojin protests. “At least one of us needs to be doing work.” Gongryongie doesn’t budge. He tries to word it as a command instead. “If there are people who need it, go save them.” When Gongryongie still doesn’t move, he gives it up as a lost cause. Hopefully the other hunters can handle everything without him. 

They stay like that, Yoojin renewing his order to ‘stop’ every few minutes, until he’s found hours later once everything else has been cleaned up. Towards the end, he can almost trick himself into thinking that the tiger’s not fighting the control as much anymore.

He’s warned of a person approaching even before he hears shoes crunching on gravel because the tiger deigns to snap its gaze to a point over Yoojin’s shoulder for once. Yoojin doesn’t think for a second this means that its attention has really wavered from him. “Hunter Han Yoojin,” comes the young hunter’s voice. “Um. How are things going?”

“Well, I’m not dead.”

“R-right.” The footsteps stop at the entrance of the street. “I’ve been told to inform you that we probably don’t have anyone ranked high enough to defeat the boss.”

Just Yoojin’s luck. It means that the responsibility falls to Yoojin, as tenuous as his control is. “That means you’ll be joining me on my farm,” Yoojin says to the tiger. ‘Farm’ is a generous term for the unplowed plot of land and tiny building that the Association oh-so-generously purchased on his behalf for Gongryongie to live on. The tiger, predictably, growls at him. “And the other creatures that I tamed?”

“They were, uh, killed after the evacuation was completed.”

Yoojin sighs. He knows that that was an inevitable conclusion. He knows. Because as much as those creatures are his now, he has no room to keep all of them. And if he can’t keep them, then they must die.

Knowing that doesn’t stop the pang of regret.

“I’ll call you Baekho, I think,” he tells the tiger, and braces himself for the combined headache of getting Baekho to the farm and explaining to the Association why he needs to do so. “You’re about to cause me so much paperwork.”

-

Baekho does not like obeying him. There’s no other way that Yoojin can put it. The tiger finds some kind of sadistic joy in following Yoojin’s orders to the letter and only to the letter.

“Come here,” he’ll say, and Baekho takes three steps before stopping.

“Sit,” he’ll say, and Baekho will wander halfway across the field before sitting down. 

He knows Baekho is tamed—his menu proudly declares King Ice Tiger [A-Rank] when he checks it—but if it weren’t for his continued survival, he wouldn’t have been able to tell. That only highlights his problem, though: he doesn’t know what ‘tamed’ means. Apparently he’d lucked out with Gongryongie’s temperament, because it certainly doesn’t mean unconditional obedience. 

“You’re giving me such a headache,” he tells it, and Baekho licks one paw daintily.

-

They settle into an uneasy truce, where Baekho ignores Yoojin for the most part and Yoojin puts up with it. He’s wary of bringing Baekho out with him on assignments because of this, but he’s not sure there’s any safer option for either Baekho or the general public. It’s not as if Yoojin can leave it completely unsupervised while he’s out helping with a dungeon break or forced into clearing a dungeon.

However, Yoojin isn’t sure his current situation is any better.

He doesn’t know where the rest of the dungeoning team went—somewhere between the first wave of Lava Lizards and the giant Fire Tusked Black Bear that went trampling through the middle of their party, he got separated from the rest of them. Now, after defeating the boss, it’s just him and his two companions, more than shaken by the Herculean effort of fighting back to the dungeon gate on their own. 

“Gongryongie, can you fly?” he murmurs to his dinosaur, who gives a mournful cry. It’s a moot question, really. He can see plain as day the gash in Gongryongie’s wing, and even if it could wing its way out of here, there’s no way it could support the weight of Yoojin’s badly sprained ankle and probable concussion and ribs that may or may not be bruised. 

Still, it nudges its head under Yoojin’s elbow and tugs on his sleeve whenever his feet start dragging. At one point, it even tries to grasp an arm and take off with him, but it goes down in a tangle of feathers before Yoojin can even begin to be tugged in a certain direction.

“Stop, stop,” he pleads, running a hand over Gongryongie’s head feathers. “It doesn’t help either of us to over-exert yourself. Just focus on keeping yourself safe, okay?”

Gongryongie gives him a reassuring chirp, running its beak through his hair fondly, and the next beat of Yoojin’s heart hurts for it. “I’m supposed to be the one comforting you,” he murmurs in protest, but Gongryongie has already shifted its attention, snapping irritably at Baekho. 

Yoojin sighs, following its gaze. The tiger is lingering a short distance away, slinking alongside them as they make their way back to the dungeon gate. Every now and then, Yoojin can see it shake its pelt vigorously like a dog, clouds of dark ash rising from its white fur. Baekho wasn’t meant for the heat, he thinks, and even without participating in the battle like Yoojin and Gongryongie did, it’s still probably close to overheating. Still, it’s certainly the least injured of the three of them, and as much as he doesn’t want to, he understands where Gongryongie’s frustration is coming from. 

Part of him wants to order Baekho to come over and help him walk out of the dungeon. If he could figure out a way to clamber onto its back, that’d be even better, but at this point he’ll settle for just having something solid to lean against for support. 

But Baekho still watches him with wary eyes, even when surrounded by a hostile environment and even more hostile enemies, and Yoojin can’t bring himself to force it as an order. “C’mon,” he mutters, straightening up and wincing at the way his back pops and his ankle twinges. “The sooner we get out of this place, the better.”

Walking on a sprained ankle is slow. It’s slow and painful, and not even ten minutes later, Yoojin is on the verge of being frustrated to tears by his lack of progress. “Okay, change of plans,” he decides, because if he has to force himself to do this for the length of the rest of the dungeon, he might just go insane. “Gongryongie, you can still fly, right? You and Baekho should leave the dungeon and find someone who can help me.” He’s terrified that someone will see his creatures and immediately declare a dungeon break, but he’s a registered participant in the dungeon, and the color of the gate should still be fine, and—he’s not going to overthink this. He’s not. “I’ll wait here. It’ll be faster.”

Gongryongie shakes its head, a habit that it's picked up since being tamed. No.

“Gongryongie—” He cuts himself off with a growl of frustration. The way his head is spinning is starting to make him nauseous, and he’s not sure how much longer he can hold on. “Fine. Baekho—”

He turns to find his tiger, to see if he can properly order Baekho to find its way out of here and seek help, and instead feels horror flooding his body as he spots a Lava Lizard—if he sees Changhoon again after this, he’s going to punch that guy in the face, clearing the Lava Lizards was his job—poised mid-air to pounce on the tiger.

He doesn’t think about regret in that moment. He doesn’t think about what he could’ve-should’ve-would’ve done differently if only he had more time to think. He screams, “Get out of the way,” at Baekho and realizes in the next second that the tiger was standing between him and the lizard, and now, as the lizard arcs downwards, he’s the sitting duck in its way. 

He almost wants to laugh at his luck.

He still doesn’t regret it, even when the claws catch on his armor (‘experimental’, made from the hide of a creature in a dungeon that had been cleared two weeks ago), even when he falls backwards and darkness blooms across his vision when he hits his head. Even when he doesn’t blink back into awareness until the sound of a roar is shaking the very ground he’s lying on and a blue status window is hovering in front of him, words swimming in and out of focus.

Hunter Han Yoojin has reached Level 10, he thinks it says, which is funny because he’s only ever gotten experience when he or Gongryongie defeats a creature, and Gongryongie is in no shape to fight right now. 

“Good job, Baekho,” he wheezes, staring up at a collection of ashy stalactites. He can feel a wet patch growing on his chest, which probably doesn’t bode well. “Never would’ve thought you’d bother.”

The last thing he sees before he blacks out is a pair of bright blue eyes. 

-

When Yoojin wakes up, woozy and in pain and wishing that he were anywhere other than the hard, gravely ground that he currently feels underneath him, the first thing he sees is white striped fur. 

“Baekho…?” he mutters, confused, and reaches out until his fingers can tangle in the fur. He doesn’t know why he does it, he fully expects Baekho to shake it off like it always does, but instead it crowds back against Yoojin—protectively? His brain still refuses to understand—and lets out a growl.

“Hyung!”

Yoojin blinks, instantly more awake at the sound of Yoohyun’s voice. “Yoohyun?”

“Hyung!” For a moment, he spots Yoohyun’s face between Baekho’s legs, craned almost upside down in the only space that they can see each other, but in the next moment, Baekho shifts to block his view. “Hyung, you need to call off your monst—creature. Pet. I’ve got a medic here, but it won’t let us pass to reach you.”

The longer Yoojin is awake, the more confused he gets. Baekho wouldn’t do that for him. Gongryongie, he might expect, but not Baekho. His grip on Baekho’s fur tightens when he’s reminded of his dinosaur’s absence, but he smooths it into a pet and gentle push. “Baekho, I need you to move,” he says as calmly as possible. Baekho growls, but begrudgingly shifts to the side when Yoojin pushes at it more insistently. 

Not even a second later, Yoohyun is at his side, hands fluttering in the air around him like he isn’t sure where or if he can touch. “Hyung, you…”

“It looks worse than it is.” Yoojin hopes that that isn’t actually true. It already hurts a lot—he can’t imagine it looking worse.

Between Yoohyun and the medic he’d dragged over, they manage to get Yoojin out of the corner where the dungeon gate had appeared and into an ambulance so he can be taken to the nearest hospital. 

“Baekho.” Yoojin struggles against two medics as he’s packaged into the back of the ambulance. His tiger rumbles threateningly, hackles beginning to rise up. “No, no,” he says, wondering what could possibly have gotten into Baekho between him falling unconscious in the dungeon and waking up outside. “Can you get home? Can you make sure it gets back okay?” he asks one of the Hunters milling around.

“Uh,” is what he gets in response, along with wide eyes. Yoojin gives him up as a lost cause.

“Go home,” he tells Baekho. Hopefully ‘home’ will have Gongryongie, nursing its wounds. And soon, hopefully, Yoojin nursing his own wounds as well. 

Before he can check to see if Baekho follows his orders, Yoohyun drags him into the back of the ambulance and closes the doors. “Rest,” he snaps, pushing Yoojin onto the stretcher, and watches impassively as the EMTs start to hook him up to various machines.

“What happened?” Yoojin asks as something gets attached to his finger, trying to ignore how bereft he feels without Gongryongie or Baekho by his side. “How did I get out of the dungeon?”

Yoohyun furrows his brow. “You don’t remember?”

“I remember the end of the dungeon,” Yoojin offers. At that point, though, he was mostly trying his best to ignore the pain. “Gongryongie was injured, so it couldn’t carry me.” He remembers trying to convince his pterosaur—who could barely support its own weight—that it shouldn’t be trying so hard to drag Yoojin as well as itself. “I was trying to make it to the gate. I don’t remember how I actually got out.”

“I didn’t actually see you until I was called to deal with your tiger.” Yoohyun crosses his arms, tapping a finger in agitation. “Your bird-dinosaur thing flew off before anyone could get to it.” Yoojin breathes a quiet sigh of relief. At least it was strong enough to do that. “Someone mentioned that your tiger carried you out on its back.”

“Baekho did?” Yoojin frowns. “Are you sure?”

“I didn’t see it myself.”

Baekho—would never. 

“You’re sure you didn’t order it to bring you out before you lost consciousness inside?” Yoohyun asks, taking in Yoojin’s confusion. “You can do that, right?”

He can, but he didn’t, and that doesn’t explain why Baekho would stand guard over him after. “I can, but that’s not in its personality,” he explains helplessly. “Baekho isn’t the same as Gongryongie.”

Out of habit, he checks his status window, skimming over most of the information. He vaguely remembers seeing an alert pop up as he was finishing the dungeon, but most of the details were lost on him as he was trying to reach the gate. Most of it is largely the same, with a few stat increases—from leveling up, he’s assuming—but his eyes catch on a particular detail halfway down the window.

[Awakened Han Yoojin has reached Level 10.

Monster Tamer (S) Title Upgrade

Additional Skills

Tame Monster (S): Use of keyword will tame any dungeon creature of S-Rank or lower.

Ride Monster (S): Any tamed creatures can be ridden regardless of creature type.]

Oh. Oh.

“Hey, Yoohyun,” he says weakly, still staring at the change to his title. “Have you reached level ten yet?”

“I’m probably close, but no. You’re in the field more than I am, hyung.” The knot between Yoohyun’s eyebrows tells Yoojin what he thinks of that, but Yoojin can hardly spare a thought beyond the implications of his status window at the moment.

This is a game, he thinks half-hysterically. He’s received a power up at level ten. Is Baekho more obedient because his title got upgraded to S-Rank? Is he going to get another one of these at level twenty? Will the title become SS-Rank?

Yoojin lies back against the stretcher and finally lets his mind go blank, utterly overwhelmed.

What the fuck is happening? 

#anon ask #sina writes #fanfiction #sctir #s classes that i raised #long post #tamer au #sorry that this took me so long to answer i rewrote this whole thing like three times before i was vaguely happy w it asdlkjdkf #sorry the riding part happens offscreen #i'm channeling like 'original pokemon series charizard evolves too early and won't listen to ash' energy w baekho just fyi lmao #i continue to have So Many thoughts abt this au

[peridots-pixiwolf]

1, 8, and 18 for the asks~!

1: Favorite color to work with

Never really thought about it before! I don’t think I actually have a specific color (maybe greens or reds, but I’m not sure those aren’t just often-used as opposed to well-liked), but the eyestrain, bright yellow/red/teal/blue palette definitely fits the bill, it’s Very fun to use. Gold’s fun to render, too.

8: Show some art from 1-2 years ago

Boye. 1-2 years is a large time frame. I’m taking it to mean anything between one and two years ago, which pretty much lands everything in 2021. I’m not sure if this was supposed to be pieces I actually still like or an accurate representation of that year, I’ll choose the first, as I wouldn’t consider most of it terribly interesting.

Feb 18 - one of my very few lineless pieces, for a person I engaged in frequent art trades with

Sep 4 - yeah we sure are gonna skip seven months, here’s one of the first times I used a non-black color for shading/lineart: a beloved older OC, mosa :]

Sep 28 - A cropped screenshot from a time I tried pixel art again. Surprisingly, it wasn’t connected to any media or world of mine, I just had an idea for an animation (...that did become the basis for a lesser fictional world). Unfortunately the file’s autosave was overwritten and it wasn’t finished, so a couple screenshots and a video of my progress are all that remain of it

18: How long have I been drawing? When did I begin to call myself an artist?

Funny thing is I was just wondering about that. I've been drawing since I could hold a pencil, I've had long phases of experimenting with clay and origami and pipe cleaners, five years ago I made an art folder for school that was so filled by my various drawings and doodles it's now two inches thick (I carried it around with me everywhere, no matter the circumstance), four years ago I added pixel art to the menagerie, and yet I only actually considered myself an artist two years ago. That was when I was gifted an old art tablet, and thus began what I've previously described as a personal renaissance, as I was allowed access to tools I never used before, diversified and improved, forgot everything I thought I knew about art to learn it again. Fun times.

#peridots-art #peridots-asks #sorry for taking Forever (see: a few hours) on this but that was fast. thanks nox #uhh. (>)? not too much of one but it's kinda a wall of text and images #long post #i had. made the mistake of trying to transfer 2126 image/video/gif files from my computer to a usb in hopes it would free up space. it did #do that but it took the better part of an hour so i couldn't get the drawings for number 8 rip #edit. i wrote that as it was going on i was being optimistic it took just over two hours #despite the blunt tone here (can't figure out how to turn it off) the ask was appreciated and i found the questions interesting! #anyway the time is currently My Mother Would Be Mad If She Knew I Was Up This Late o clock so I'm just going to post this and then disappea #ok i'll add (>) actually. keep forgetting about the creature tags #dragons #original-character-chaos

[prince-dragon1]

Could you do a caregiver Elliot Stabler one. I have never seen anyone write any agere stories with him.

No problem! Sorry this took so long! I got really busy 😅 Hope you don’t mind that these are headcannons for now, but if you’d like a full story, just ask and I’ll write one up! - Prince

Sorry this kind of morphed into Elliot and Liv as caregivers for a hot moment!

Caregiver! Elliot Stabler Headcanons

Warnings: Panic Attack, Mentions of SVU Season 13, Episode 1 and SVU Season 22 Episode 9

- Elliot honestly wasn’t expecting to end up with another kiddo, even if they technically weren’t his kid. Funny how things work out, huh?

- He’s been around the block before in parenting/caregiving, so he would be one of the more stern types! 

- Because of that, Elliot is more immune to puppy eyes than most. 

- “Daddy? Can I pleaseeee stay up?” You beg, giving him puppy eyes

- “Kiddo, it’s bed time.” Elliot softly insists.

- His hugs are strong and tight, and also very warm. One of the best types of a hug that a caregiver can have :) 

- No. 1 Daddy

- He enjoys calling you names such as “Little One, Kiddo, Buddy, Champ, and Sport.”

- He’s a lot gentler with you then he is with most people.

- Structure and Communication becomes very important to him when it comes to taking care of you.

- He’s very over protective of his little one, especially if they’re one of his co-workers in SVU or OC!

- Elliot, when he finds out, accepts it right off the bat. Out of all of the things he’s seen in his years of SVU, this isn’t the weirdest coping method he’s seen.

- With your permission, he eventually ends up telling Olivia.

- If you end up with him as your caregiver before he disappears for ten years, you struggle when he leaves without a word. 

- Thankfully, Olivia knew, and stepped in sometimes. The two of you bond over your shared grief over Elliot. 

- The two of you were called into Cragen’s office, not long after the shooting occurred. You or Olivia hadn’t heard from Elliot since the shooting, and the two of you were getting worried. Then both of your worlds change with 5 words. 

 “Elliot put his papers in.” 

- The two of you throw yourselves into work at first, trying to cope with the grief and the loss. He had been such a huge part of both of your lives for the last decade, and now he wasn’t there. 

- The first time you regress without Elliot there is after a long shift. You’d been wrapped up so tightly in this case, that all you wanted to do was go home and nap. 

-Things never come easy for you, do they? Apparently not. 

- As you’re walking out, you hear some music playing. Some painfully familiar music, that just so happens to be one of the triggers for your PTSD. Cue panic attack, and regression. 

- You immediately make a 180, beelining towards the nearest bathroom, panicking. You end up running into Olivia, who knows because Elliot talked to her about it sometimes after he found out about your regression. 

- She can tell something’s off, by the look on your face and just the general aura of panic. 

“Kiddo?” 

- Olivia tries out nervously, not sure if it would be appropriate to call you by your actual name at the moment. She gently approaches your shaking form, concerned for you. You respond to that name, bright big panicked green eyes looking up to meet hers.  

- “Hey, hey, easy now. It’s going to be okay Honey. Can you take some deep breaths for me?” She asks, demonstrating. 

- You shakily follow her demonstration. 

- Olivia is quick to praise, “Good job, Kiddo. Can you tell me how old you are right now?’ 

- You hold up 3, changing it to 4, and then back to 3 quickly. 

- “Do you mind if I come stay at yours, tonight Kiddo? I don’t feel comfortable leaving you like this.” Olivia asked. You agreed.

- The two of you got back to your apartment, and at some point during the night, you’re on her lap bawling about how much you missed your daddy. Olivia chokes back tears as she tries to reassure you, but she can’t help but feel a little bit of anger against Elliot. Why would he do this? Leave both you and her like this? Especially you? 

- For the next ten years, you’re mostly a solo regressor as you try to take care of yourself in you regression for the most part. It just doesn’t feel right to add another burden to Olivia, asking her to fill Elliot’s shoes. 

- She does become the cool Auntie Liv, though! Not like she wasn’t already, but she just became even cooler. 

- There are some moments where you just need someone, though, and that’s when Auntie Liv swoops in to help you out. 

- Of course, that all gets messed up, when Elliot comes back. 

- You’re waken up after a long shift, by Liv calling you to get to the hospital, a cop’s wife was the victim of a car bomb. 

- You just weren’t expecting the wife to be freaking Kathy Stabler.

- The first face you see when you turn the corner makes your jaw drop. It’s Elliot. 

- He grins, simply stating, “Hey you.” 

- Olivia appears not long after, her guilty yet displeased face meeting yours. 

- You feel anger. A lot of anger. You stride up to him and slap him, growling, 

“You jerk. How dare you. You abandon me and Olivia for 10 years, without a word, and you just come waltzing back in my life with just a ‘Hey you?’. Well, Mr. Stabler, That is not how this is going to work. You don’t realize how much you hurt me and Olivia. You don’t realize how much you missed.

- Elliot looks shell shocked. Olivia looks proud that you were willing to say the words she couldn’t. 

- You and Olivia get filled in by Fin. Only here for a trip, and decided that they were going to show up at Olivia’s award ceremony. That feeling inside of you that was anger? Sadness mixed with anger, creating a foul mood for you. 

- That night, Olivia ends up calling Lucy to stay at hers overnight and crashing at yours, correctly predicting that you were going to regress, and young too. 

- You’re sobbing into her shoulder, when she silently decides that she’s going to give Elliot a piece of her mind about this whole situation. Olivia is concerned for you, and also for herself. 

- If Elliot ever thought he was going to get away with not talking about this, he thought wrong.

- Things are awkward between the three of you for a while.

- It’s not until Kathleen, Liv, and you are eating out at lunch one day and she asks the two of you help to intervene with Elliot about his PTSD.

- You’re in the apartment with Elliot’s children and Liv when Elliot comes home.

- His eyes sweep the room, and he asks,

“What is this?”

- “This is an intervention.” Kathleen simply states.

- “Well okay, what are we intervening about?” Elliot asks.

- “Your PTSD.” Maureen simply chimes in.

- “You scream in your sleep.” Eli points out.

- “We love you Elliot, but you’re worrying us right now with this.” Olivia steps in quickly.

- “Please go get some therapy, El.” You summed up.

- “I love you all.” is his simple response.

- It isn’t much longer after that that you, Liv, and Elliot end up sitting down to talk about your regression.

- It’s a warm summer day, and you’re at your desk. You’ve been working insanely hard after Elliot came back, trying to avoid him except for a few awkward encounters. You know Olivia and Elliot have been giving you worried looks for a while, but you don’t really care.

- It’s just you and Olivia working right in the precinct right now, all the others have not yet arrived. Elliot walks in, and you barely give him a nod in greeting before returning to your work as he heads to Olivia’s office.

- After a few minutes, Olivia calls you into her office. You get up, grumbling under your breath. You walk into the office, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed. Elliot and Olivia are in the office as Olivia closes the door and Elliot shuts the blinds. They both turn to face you, and then Elliot speaks, in parallel to his daughter.

“This is an intervention.”

- You raise your eyebrow, tilting your head curiously. You ask, “What are we intervening on?”

- Olivia jumps in, “Why you haven’t regressed since the night Elliot came back. And why you’re overworking yourself.”

- You challenge, knowing that she’s right, “How do you know that I haven’t regressed since I came back?” You’re not even bothering to even go near the overworking conversation that you, Olivia, and even Elliot have had multiple times since you joined SVU.

- “You’re more irritable when you haven’t regressed in a while and need to. Also your reactions to triggers get more extreme.” Elliot added.

- You take a double take, and mumble disrespectfully, “Congratulations to the Caregiver who abandoned me without a word for 10 years for still remembering the signs of when I need to regress.”

- Elliot leans in, having heard this. He asks firmly, “What did I just hear from you, Little One?”

- You snap, “You don’t get the privilege to call me that anymore! You just up and left for 10 years without a word and you think you can walk back in and take your place as my daddy again within a second?”

- Olivia rests a hand on his shoulder, almost as if she’s expecting him to go off. Elliot sags, almost as if he’s admitting defeat.

- “I don’t think I can, but if you’d let me I’d like to try.”

- He searches through his pockets, eventually turning up an small plush that you’d left at his house not long before the shooting. It had been on of your favorites. He hands it to you, explaining, “I never forgot.”

- You gasp, looking up into his solid blue eyes and then back down to your plush, hugging it slightly.

- Elliot admits, “I know I messed up, but I’d like to fix it.”

- Olivia adds in naturally, explaining “That’s why all three of us have the day off, if you don’t mind? Give you the day to regress, and that way all three of us can work on this together?

- You look up, seeing the look in Olivia’s eyes and the hopeful gleam in Elliot’s.

- You agree, asking “Where to?”

- Olivia answers, “Yours, if you don’t mind?”

- You answer, “No, I don’t.”

- The three of you head to your apartment.

- When all three of you walk in the door, it’s like a switch flips. You turn to Olivia and Elliot, shyly announcing, “I’m hungry.”

- Elliot grins, playing along. “Want some Mac and Cheese kiddo?”

- You nod, answering “Yes, please.”

- Elliot picks up your smaller frame, smiling brightly. He turns to Olivia asking, “Do you mind if you make it? I’m going to go get this bugger changed into something that isn’t work clothes. Those aren’t comfortable, are they?” He asks rhetorically to you, before tickling you.

- You let out a giggle, looking the most relaxed either of the two of them has seen you in months.

- The three of you spent the day playing away, and at the end of it, when you’re giving large yawns, Elliot steps over, lifting you with ease into your bed.

- He smiles, as he says “Good night, kiddo.”

- You respond with a sleepy “Good night, Daddy.”

- Elliot feels significantly better about the entire situation now. He heads back to the couch, where Liv is sitting with a glass of wine.

- She smiles, softly telling him “I’m happy you managed to be able to take care of them again.”

#sfw agere #fandom agere #princeposts #i am so sorry this took so long #i have a lot more on elliot but i wanted to get this out quickly #i'm definitely down to write more about him if anyone wants more #olivia too #she wasn't supposed to play as big as a part as she did in this post but oh well #law and order agere