#as my work practice thingie is really tiring still

[solarisfortuneia]

hi i'm missing kaeya so bad right now so please have this <3 (this is one of my favorite works from my old blog hehe) warnings: nondescript mentions of nightmares.

your skin is littered with goosebumps, the chill of winter nips at your nose and you cling to him in hopes of absorbing the heat he gives off as he points out various sights and sounds of the celebration taking place. the lights of the city glow beside him, people are talking, laughing, having fun, but your focus is on him. it's unfair, you think. he's got a cryo vision, why is he so warm right now? he's comfortable, cozy, and rather cuddly-looking. 

it's not long before he notices you practically glued to his side. "my, someone's rather attached, aren't they?"  he glances sideways at you holding on tightly to his bicep, his signature sly smile on his face. 

you make a face at him. "it's cold and your fur thingy is warm."

"oh? and here i thought you were just affectionate." he clicks his tongue softly. "shame, really. i was going to suggest that i hold you properly, but it seems my coat would be enough, wouldn't it?"

"wait, no—that's not what i want." you mutter, almost embarrassed. you know he wants you to verbalize it, and you want him to hug you, but you hate giving him the satisfaction.

"what's that, sweetheart? i didn't quite catch it," his visible eye glitters with silent mirth.

you sigh, giving in. "hold me, dammit." 

"ah, are you sure? because a minute ago—oof!" he's cut off by you tugging his coat sharply to bring him closer to you. you lock your arms around him tightly, but you know that with his strength, he can get out whenever he wishes.

"you talk too much, kaeya." you grumble into the fluff on his shoulder, burying your face in its warmth. he laughs quietly and reciprocates, hugging you back just as tight. he kisses the crown of your head softly, and the two of you stay there for far too long, simply savoring the other's presence.

it's late in the evening. the sun has set barely an hour prior, and the barest hint of orange still lingers near the horizon. the fire crackles merrily in the background, he's at home unwinding. he sips on hot tea for a change, a book in his hand. he appears relaxed, peaceful. 

until you enter, and simply, just. plop yourself next to him and lay your head on his shoulder. "hey," you greet him quietly. he's used to you flopping next to him like a sack of potatoes after a long, weary day, so he's unfazed.

"hey, you." he sets the book and his drink aside and turns his head to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. he takes in the bags around your eyes and the drained look that accompanies them. his uncovered eye follows your hand as you move to grasp one of his, interlocking your fingers. "missed me?" he asks, playfully, even though he already knows the answer.

"mhm." you adjust yourself so you're almost half on him. slowly, carefully, he separates your intertwined hands so that both of his are free to find their way to your shoulders, guiding you till you're fully sitting on his lap. "how was your day?" you ask, rubbing your eyes.

he chooses not to comment on how that habit is bad for you. instead, he opts to answer your question with a "oh, you know. just another boring day." his palms come to cradle your face. "and what have you been up to today?" he asks as he bumps your nose with his.

"too much. i'm tired," your eyes close as you melt into his touch. his fingers glide over every bit of skin on your face, and his lips follow with a tender trail of kisses.

"oh, my poor baby," he murmurs sympathetically. "well, at least it's over now, isn't it?"

"thank heavens," you agree, moving to lean your head on his shoulder once more. 

he senses you attempting to fight your exhaustion in favor of staying awake to spend time with him. he leans his head over yours to prevent you from lifting it up. "go on, it's alright. take a nap." one of his hands finds its way into your hair as he scratches your scalp lightly with his nails in soothing motions. the other massages the shoulder he knows hurts much more than the other, kneading with a firm yet gentle pressure.

soon, he notices your breathing slow down and your movements still, and he knows you're starting your journey to the land of sleep. 

"rest well, dear," he smiles to himself, cradling the back of your head. "sweet dreams."

sunlight streams lazily through the window blinds, illuminating only a few sections of your bedsheets. somewhere beyond, he can hear the world outside slowly gearing up for the day. he's sleepy, and wants nothing more than to while away the day in bed. but alas, he has work to do. but he could dawdle in bed for, say, a half an hour longer with you, couldn't he?

he takes his time admiring the way you're tangled in the bedsheets, the way you grip his hand even in sleep, the way the scene in front of him is filled to the brim with intimacy and he feels a silent joy take a hold of his heart. a ringing noise cuts through the peace in the air, and he feels you start to shift awake, ready to get up for the day. 

he switches off the alarm without looking. "just five more minutes," he whispers into your ear. "please?" 

"we were late by an hour the last time you said five more minutes," you sleepily whisper back.

"i know, but are you really willing to leave such a cozy bed? one with me in it?" he drags the covers around over your head, making a sort of cocoon where only your face is peeking out. "please?" he asks again. "i promise, just five minutes. or maybe ten, but no more than that." he uses the tone of voice he knows you have a hard time resisting.

he knows he's got you when you go, "but i—" and are interrupted by a yawn. "okay," you finally acquiesce.  

"thank you, my love." his long eyelashes tickle your cheek as he kisses your jaw. and true to his word, he sits up and pats your arm nearly ten minutes later. this time, you're the one who groans. "five more minutes,"

"the last time you said five more minutes, we were late." he echoes your words from earlier, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"oh, hush you." your hands are outstretched, your fingers bending to make grabby motions at him.

instead of listening to your wordless demand, he holds them in his. "i'm serious this time, my dear. can't have the cavalry captain be an hour late again, it'll set a bad example."

"kaeya, you and i both know you have no cavalry to captain."

"touché." he lies back down, snuggling into your chest. "alright, five more minutes." he smiles smugly where you cannot see it, like a self satisfied cat, glad his ruse worked. don't you worry though, he won't allow the 'last time' to repeat itself. he'll make sure you're both out the door only twenty minutes late this time.

his chest is heaving, heart beating fast; his brow is damp with sweat, and he's scared. terrified. visions, memories, fears, all run through his mind erratically, with no rhyme or reason. the threads of his feelings jumble themselves into a tangled ball, and it's all he can do to not give in to the panic building in his chest.

he presses his lips together to contain any sounds he might make, for the last thing he wants to do is wake you.

too late though. you're already stirring. "kae, are you okay?"

'i'm fine, go back to sleep,' is what he wants to say, but all that comes through is halfway between a sob and a breath. the façade he so desperately tries to keep together shatters the minute he hears your concern for him.

your eyes fly open, and you immediately turn to face him. "kaeya, kaeya, what happened?" you take in his appearance quickly. "another nightmare? i'm so sorry." your hands hover over his, silently asking permission to touch him.

"do you want me to turn on the lights? or get you some water?" you ask softly. he shakes his head, being away from you is the last thing he wants. instead, he reaches for you and you oblige almost instantaneously, gathering him into your embrace. 

"stay." the visible effort even one word takes does not go unnoticed by you, and so, you try to pull him even closer than he is right now.

there's an unspoken understanding between the two of you to not bring up the bad dream for the moment— you know he'll talk about it when he's ready. instead, you divert all your energy into reassuring him of your presence while he calms down.

he hears you hum a few notes of a song he recognizes. the familiarity of it and your touch would work together in tandem to slowly soothe him. before he can manage to open his mouth to speak something, anything, cold runs down his spine and he starts to shiver even under a layer of blankets. "it's okay, you're here with me now," you murmur words of encouragement as you try to warm his hands.

to the rest of the world, he's unreadable. hazy, shifty, like a mirage. but to you, you know he's made of glass, just as transparent, and just as fragile. you hold him as such, like he's someone to be treasured, someone to be protected, someone to be loved. he finds solace in your touch, and he's beyond grateful that you're here with him.

and later on, when he knows you've fallen asleep, he breathes an almost imperceptible 'thank you' against the skin of your neck.

"thank you for being here."

#—🖋 #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff

[koostarcandy]

heart ache

summary: a night where jungkook's back from a tiring day and you admire the tiniest of details.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: just fluff, there's nothing else going on here :P

a/n: these night thingies are becoming frequent now :] i hope you enjoy them anyway ^^ @yoursalaciouspizza here's what we were talking about and inspo from this moodboard by @httphyunjiin :D oktyily byeeeeeeeee <3

"how about one more kiss? looks sad, koo."

"it's just a bruise, baby. how about you have a bite of this pancake before my hand falls off?"

that would be really sad, you note. you oblige and take a forkful of sweet, sugary pancake, paired with tart strawberries. you let out a satisfied sound at the taste, urging your love to have a taste. his concentrated eyes relax when they meet yours, crinkling at the corners at your content face.

"is everything okay? you seem abit off, love."

you rub the apple of his cheek with your free hand, the other gently feeding him your midnight pancakes. the whole situation may seem ridiculous, laughable even but pancakes at approximately 12.33 a.m, along with your cuddly boyfriend is the perfect fix after a long day.

jungkook makes you drop the fork, guiding your hands around his neck and wrapping his muscly ones around your waist. he nuzzles his face into your neck, his freshly washed hair tickling your chin. you run your fingers through the slightly damp locks, envious of his always shiny hair.

"drop your haircare routine already," you mumble, rubbing your fingers over his temples when he practically moans in relief. "i use whatever you use, baby. let me do your hair next time, hmm?" he replies in between the impromptu massage, hands sneaking under your oversized tshirt, splayed over your back like a splash of warmth.

"everything hasn't been the best exactly but i still feel guilty," jungkook admits 3 pancakes in, head on your chest and hand over his filled tummy. "guilty? why?" you ask curiously, thumbs rubbing over his pink knuckles. "i'm not exactly underprivileged, you know? but there are days where i have to remind myself that people would actually kill to be where i am right now and have the things I want, it reminds me to not freak out over things like the wifi not working or something like that," he rambles, going on with saying that he reminds himself of his daily blessings despite going through harrowing times, never failing to feel grateful for everything he sees and gets. including you, he says sincerely.

"stressed but blessed seems like the appropriate title for what i'm feeling right now," jungkook chuckles, trying to melt further into you. you're silent, hands rubbing his back gently and playing with his hair. you've always admired him, for a variety of things. he's always been humble and gentle and kind, never failing to speak out a word or show a small action of gratitude for the most mundane of things you do for him. you got him that blueberry crumble from that place he really likes? he kisses your cheek and mumbles out 'thank you' like a prayer. you're still like a fluffy pillow, serving as a resting place for his tired head? he's on you in an instant, squeezing your waist in silent appreciation.

your eyes dart to his hand coming to your peripheral vision, brushing away your bangs. his sweet and hardworking hands. never failing to rub your back so you slip out of sleep's tight hold in the mornings, tying your hair into a bun when you get frustrated with it, handling you with the utmost care when you don't exactly feel your best. you take his large ones into your own, happy crescents meeting his when you place the smallest of kisses on his latest boxing bruise.

his sparkly eyes are tattooed to your brain, always making sure to bright up the darkest spots in your mind. they're the first thing you see in sleepy dawn and the last when you're finally in bed at late dusk. they always meet you in a room full of enigmatic eyes and yet they never fail to make you get lost in them. they provide you with the best comfort you can ever find, always losing yourself to their never ending warmth.

his strong arms squeeze around you when place a chaste kiss on his temple, feeling a smile in your neck. the arms which never fail to make you feel at home, snaking their way around you and making themselves comfortable. they sometimes serve as a mode of transport too, carrying you from the bedroom to the living room or when jungkook feels like you don't need to walk all the way to kitchen, picking you up and setting you on the counter. your hands slide to the pretty vines wrapped around you, tracing the intricate designs on his bicep.

everything about him, head to toe, every tiny mole to his boopable nose and his squishy cheeks, makes your heart ache in the most loving way possible. jungkook props his chin on your chest, head tilted to the side, wondering why you've been silent for the last half hour. your eyes are suddenly watering, hands flying to cover your face.

"darling? look at me, please. was it something i said? it wasn't offensive, right?"

you let out a watery laugh, fingers swiping at the underside of your eyes.

"you, it's you."

jungkook's even more confused now, sitting up and pulling you up with him. "but i'm your koo, baby, i can't make you cry. these are good tears, yes? please tell me they're happy tears."

you all but fall into him, hiding your face in his tshirt and letting your arms fall loosely around his lithe waist. "yes, koo, they're happy tears. i just love you too much," you say, going on to say it's the sugar talking and that in hindsight, sprinkling 145 grams of powdered sugar along with strawberry jam wasn't exactly the bestest midnight snack you've made so far. jungkook is quick to disagree, saying that what you did tonight was basically art.

"there you go again, baby, you do know that not everything i do is a work of art, right?"

"says the walking and talking masterpiece!"

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin ; @yoogijk

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook oneshot #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenario #bts fluff #bts x reader #pls dont mjnd me im craving pancakes

[agent-toast]

@dopey-dragon @bewithdagays

ieytd reincarnation au (name under works - do give suggestions) practice fic! not sure if this will be canon or not. also hope it's ok to tag!

my writing is pretty rusty but oh well

link to au context (if it doesn't work please tell me!) but if you want a quick summary, this au is agent phoenix actually reincarnates kind of like doctor who, and each version of agent phoenix is inspired by one of my irl friends and they all have different personalities. but all of them love annoying john juniper

[note: this lil practice fic takes place after ieytd3. zinc, persimmon, mayflower, midnight and crimson phoenix have all returned to their old office after a very eventful evening with the whole Operation: KBOOM thingy. just to be clear, only zinc left for the mission but something something then he came back with the others. fun! additionally, none of the characters are really described because the description is planned to come earlier before the time this fic takes place.]

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Phoenix's old office used to be littered with dozens of trinkets stolen collected from their missions - champagne taken straight from Doctor Zor's car, small shiny crystals that tinkled when you hit them on Phoenix's desk (they definitely hadn't done that a million times before their handler came specially to their office just to scold them), a few books from Zor's winter cabin (they were unsuccessful in resisting the urge to burn them), and many more things Phoenix would have definitely gotten in trouble for keeping in their office, if their handler hadn't argued their case. 

Now, though, the room was eerily bare, save for their now empty desk and bookshelves.

Support Agent Reginald Crane sat at the desk, one hand rhythmically tapping the wooden surface, and stared round at the room. 

Why had he come here? He wasn't sure.

(Oh yes he was; he was worried for Phoenix. There was no point in denying it.)

The office door opened without warning, interrupting the silence. Startled, Crane rushed towards it.

If Agent Phoenix isn't standing in the doorway, I will actually break something.

Thankfully for all nearby breakable objects, Zinc was standing there, a slightly sheepish, heady grin on his face. He looked tired, but alive. Oh-so-thankfully alive.

"Hi. Uh. I kinda have something to explain-"

"Agent, my god!" Crane exclaimed. "You don't know how much you scared me, when your feed cut out I thought you'd- you know, pulled a stunt like that peace summit incident again, but this time there was no way I could see you surviving at all, and-"

He was cut off by the sight of someone very familiar walking behind Zinc through the doorway.

"Damn, handler, what have you been doing with my office, it's turned into a fucking IKEA showroom-" Persimmon stopped, turned and waved at a slightly singed fake potted plant. "Oh, long time no see, you stupid plastic abomination. Good to see you're still flammable as ever."

Crane blinked. "...Agent? Is that-"

"Yeah, uh-" Zinc piped up, "I was going to explain that but you-"

Three more familiar faces walked into the office, and Crane did a double take. "What- how the hell did this happen-"

"If you would just let me explain, handler-" Zinc was close to throwing something out the open window.

"If you want, Zinc," Mayflower stage-whispered into his ear, "I can take it from here."

Zinc immediately stepped back and gestured for her to take his place. "Please do that. Please. I have had enough of this shit for one week." He sunk gratefully into the desk chair nearby, looking ready to pass out.

Mayflower smiled at Crane. "It's been a wild three hours, handler. Not just because I had to babysit these four kids during the taxi ride here." She side-eyed Midnight, who was trying to balance a stuffed shark on Crimson's head.

"...Mayflower. It's certainly been a while since I last saw your face." Crane, thankfully, seemed to have calmed down.

She cleared her throat. "From what Zinc told me, || ||||| ||| | |||| || ||| || ||||. ||| |||||||| ||| |||||, || ||| |||| ||| || ||||||||| || || ||||| ||| ||| |||||||| ||||||||| ||||..." [nuh uh spoilers >:) you dont get this]

"I myself am starting to question whether that was a good idea or not. But hey, we're here now, aren't we?"

Perched on the windowsill, Persimmon called out, "Hey! Handler! Do you know where a girl can get food in this place? Even that old agency van I was stuck in for a week had food. It had oranges, handler, oranges. Though, now that I think about it, it didn't have cheese sticks. Remind me to fax the heads of EOD and tell them to stock their agency fridges with more cheese sticks. Oh, and get air fryers. Do we have enough money for air fryers?" 

Everyone stared in silence at her. 

"What? I like cheese sticks. And you can't eat cheese sticks cold. Hence the air fryers."

In the corner of the room, Crimson was silently nodding, a serious look on their face. 

"SEE?? SOMEONE agrees with me."

Zinc - very muffled, with his blahaj smooshed over his face - mumbled, "Kinda hungry now that Persimmon's been going on about cheese sticks. Let's go eat something." He lifted the shark just high enough for his voice to sound clearer, and continued, "then I should probably go to the hospital. I'm pretty sure I've broken at least more than two bones. Oh, shit, wait, I'm caring about my physical health. That's a first."

"As you can see, Zinc, it's working out very well. Do that more often." Mayflower replied encouragingly.

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criticsm highly encouraged as long as it's respectful!

#maintag? maintag. #ieytd #i expect you to die #ieytd au #ieytd reincarnation au #<- placeholder tag #agent phoenix #agent phoenix ieytd #ieytd oc #ieytd2 #ieytd2 spoilers #ieytd spoilers #ieytd fic #fanfic #tw swearing #if you see this hi weny #ieytd3 spoilers

[laylalatter]

Do a fic about Dom!Mimin taking care of Sub!Shuhua. My idea goes like Shuhua goes on working hard. And when finally the group gets break, Both Miyeon and Minnie take care of Shuhua. Something like that.

SOBBING SO HARD I LOST MY PREVIOUS THINGY THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST T-T anyways here it is!! But since I really don't see Miyeon as a dom, I'll make it something I see that would happen. ships: MiMin, SooShu Warnings: Implied smut,

Finally, it was a break for the girls, they were practicing non-stop the choreography for their new title track "I want that" Soyeon and Yuqi left to go to a cafe they've always wanted to go to, and Miyeon and Minnie went into the restrooms to change clothes. Shuhua was left in the practice room, and as she learned from her lover, Soojin, she continued to practice despite the members leaving. Minnie and Miyeon finally got out of the restrooms, Shuhua was sitting on the floor drinking some water, when she looked at the two, Miyeon was- panting and sweaty? "Unnie, what happened?" "She's a little tired, wait why haven't you left?" Minnie replies for Miyeon "I'm still a little confused on a move" "Alright then! When you're tired, take a break alright?" "I will unnie" "We'll be going" Minnie shut the door behind her, leaving shuhua alone in the practice room, again. 3 hours later, Minnie and Miyeon had finally come back to the practice room. The lights were off, and when Minnie turned them on, a lying figure on the floor was seen. "Shu!" Miyeon panicked, quickly running over to the fainted girl. Minnie repeatedly says fuck and shit, panicking about what to do. She ran over to Shuhua's bag and took Shuhua's water bottle. Along with that, she also took Shuhua's spare clothes and a face towel. "Quick! Make her drink this! I'll wet this towel!" Minnie dropped the water bottle beside Miyeon and Shuhua. Miyeon quickly obeyed and tried to wake the girl, and finally, Shuhua's eyes opened. Miyeon held up Shuhua and hugged her, letting out a sigh of relief. "Unnie-?" Shuhua rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the surroundings. "Shuhua!" Minnie shouted from the restrooms, quickly running over to them. She rubbed the wet towel on Shuhua's face, "We told you to rest when you needed!" "I- fainted?" "Yes you did!" The two unnies kept scolding the maknae, "Let's go home, alright? Take a day off tomorrow." "What!? N-" "You'll need it, Shuhua, stop overworking yourself." "Fine." ~~~~~~~~ Sorry if it wasn't what you wanted!! This was very rushed as I am also a student, I have a lot of school works, don't worry there were only two of them left before I made this, I prioritize studies.

[quodekash]

um. so.

I noticed this ages ago and promptly forgot about it, but when Win takes off his shirt at the start of episode 6, you can see a mark or bruise of some kind on his shoulder.

and win is always sleeping in class. He was late in episode 6 because he overslept. He wore the wrong uniform, was probably rushing to get ready due to oversleeping. We don’t know much about win’s life at home, apart from the fact that his dad wants him to continue the family car business thing (unless I’m remembering incorrectly but I’m pretty sure it’s something along those lines). his family doesn’t want him to peruse music. That could have detrimental effects on his mental (and therefore also physical) health and well-being. And there’s a bruise on his shoulder…

I’m not at all a professional of any kind in these matters, nor do I have any personal experience in anything like this, so hopefully someone with more knowledge/understanding than me can correct me or agree with me, but it seems a lot like there could be from some kind of ab*sive situation??

Or at least there’s probably some kind of problem with Win’s mental health, cos running late, getting dates mixed up, wearing the wrong uniform, really only having one group of friends that you’ve known for years, constantly starting fights to defend yourself and your friends, being so defensive it’s honestly showing signs of vulnerability/insecurity, “I actually feel like I exist today”, constantly appreciating words of affirmation to a deep level like you’ve rarely ever been told that you’re good enough… it all kind of points to some kind of brain… thingy.

In my eyes, as someone with adhd, I think Win probably also has adhd? The running late and sleeping in class and not really vibing with school (and a whole bunch of other stuff) are very reminiscent of adhd, so that could be why his family potentially doesn’t like him/treat him well

I’m not explaining this well, hang on.

the way I see it, Win is a kid with adhd. He’s never really worked well with school, it doesn’t agree with him. He finds himself constantly running late, always getting distracted, his focus narrows in on this one thing, and suddenly it’s 4am and he needs to go to sleep. So he’s constantly oversleeping, running late for school, and zoning out in class so much that he decides he might as well sleep in class because either way he won’t listen to the lesson so he should catch up on missed sleep while he can. And because of all this, his home hasn’t really felt like a home. His family constantly berates him for things outside of his control, continually yelling and screaming at him for being so unorganised, for being so late, for being so hyperactive. And maybe that anger is brought out into the physical world, is let out onto Win. And not just that, they want him to pursue something he doesn’t enjoy, something that isn’t his passion, and they don’t want him to enjoy the one escape he has, the one place he can go to feel safe and included. He starts masking his symptoms when he’s at home, making him even more exhausted cos masking is so freaking tiring, so whether he sleeps well at night or not, he still needs to nap in class. He spends as much time at the music club as he can, practicing as long as they’ll go, to avoid returning home to the screaming. His friends allow him to be him, they let him release his pent-up emotions, they make him feel a warm happiness he doesn’t experience often. These people stick by his side, day and night. If anyone says anything against them, he takes a stand and speaks up for them, he starts fights because that’s the only thing he knows how to do. During the beach trip, he just seems so… happy. Content. We never see him napping during the day. There’s never a moment where he’s yelling and defending and fighting. He’s friendly and chill and collected and alive. He’s not exhausted from masking, day in and day out, because he doesn’t have to around this group of people. He’s safe, as long as he doesn’t have to be at his house.

As for the inevitable fight… I’m not sure what it’s gonna be about, but Win probably explodes because he’s been having a lot of stuff building up at home that he hasn’t told anyone about, or because a lot happened on that particular day, or something along those lines.

idk if anyone will agree with any of this but it makes a lot of sense in my mind and I think it explains a lot, so I figured I should share it.

#a bit of win introspection #soundwin #winsound #Winny thanawin #satangwinny #winnysatang #msp win #win msp #my school president win #my school president #my school president the series

[ghostenluvs]

“and the universe said; let’s cause problems on purpose!”

pov 3 of chapter 1.

pov 1 pov 2

Donnie and Raph POV:

“Why do we have to get groceries first?” Donnie complains, hopping down from the alley’s fire escape.

“Because I won the coin toss, and I got to pick. We’re outta’ snacks at home, so, we’re getting groceries.” Raph points at his brother to punctuate his point.

“Raph you know that coin tosses are entirely up to chance, there’s no skill in them! I need more parts to finish this project!”

Raph lets out a small huff of annoyance. “Donnie we’re still getting your things, I just get my things first!”

“Well yeah, but-”

They’re cut off from their pointless bickering as a bike screeches past them down the hill, carrying a human girl and two screaming turtles.

The human is mid shout-mixed-with-mad-laughter as they zoom past, followed by more aggravated yelling from an older sounding voice.

“You little rascals get back here and answer for your crimes against pizza ro- I MEAN KYLE!”

A group of humans, probably, in strange uniforms are chasing them, one at the front shaking their fist aggressively.

“...”

“You saw that, right?”

“More turtles and a human getting chased by a weird looking boy band? I think so, yeah.”

“We gotta help them! Groceries can wait.”

“Help who? We have literally no context here.” Donnie retorts.

“Well somebody’s in trouble there!” Raph throws his arms out towards the rapidly departing bike chase.

“Yeah how about we hang back and watch, before we run in with no idea what’s happening.”

“Alright fine, but we’ve gotta talk to those turtle kids!”

“Let’s get going then!  We’ve gotta catch up first.”

Raph runs off at top speed immediately, donnie having to really work to keep up with the larger turtle as he practically bounds down the hill.

“Hey Raph slow down!” Donnie whisper yells as loudly and quietly as possible to do at once.

Raph slows to a jog enough for his brother to catch up.

“We can’t get too close or we’ll get spotted!”

Down the hill in front of them, the kids on the bike have begun throwing chips at their pursuers, one of whom is still shouting at them about facing their shortcomings as people or something.

The girl at the front of the bike makes the split second decision to attempt to use a “road work ahead” sign tilted against some cones as a ramp. 

It goes poorly, to say the least.

The bike crashes to the ground with a clatter, sending the riders rolling to the side.

Donnie and Raph duck behind a couple trash cans, watching as the mildly dazed kids get up and stand back to back.

“Huh, I guess it didn’t work ahead.” Donnie says, as he is the pinnacle of comedy.

The weird looking boy band have caught up to them now, and move to surround the kids.

Donnie and Raph can hear clearly from their vantage point behind the garbage pile.

“Alrighty kiddos, just give us back our armor and we’ll consider sparing you.”

“Consider?” asks the human, incredulously, clutching the metal thingy.

“Armor???” asks the blue backpacked turtle kid from behind her.

A tired looking member of this strange boy band sighs and elbows the intense one, hard.

“Ow! Whaaat?”

“Stop given’ away plot relevant information to the enemy, dave!”

“Plot relevant?” Raph whispers, clearly not perceiving the fourth wall. L.

The boy band continues.

“Zach just last week you-”

“Aw screw this. Let’s just get it back and leave it’s d&d night at the base. I can't miss another session, Shannon will kill me.”

“ATTACK!”

One of them lunges at the human, who yelps and jumps to the side.

The other two are going after the turtle kids, it’s going better for the guy fighting the blue one.

The orange kid dodges a needlessly dramatic spin kick, grabbing the guy’s leg and throwing him at the ground.

Meanwhile the turtle with the backpack is just sort of. Being held aloft. He’s swiping at the guy, but said guy is tall and his arms are long, so he can’t really do much.

The human girl dodges another lunge from her attacker, unclipping her helmet and swinging it at them full force.

The guy, “Zach” apparently, dodges and sweeps her legs out from under her.

She  shuffles herself backwards, clutching the metal thingy to her chest.

“I’ll be taking that, kid.”

Raph decides he’s seen enough.

He looks around, and picks up an empty soda can from the trash pile. He pulls his arm back and tosses it in the vague direction of Zach's head.

It hits him in the shoulder with an audible ‘cathunk’ sound, and Zach turns around, expecting to see another of the original turtle kids, rather than two new ones not even 20 feet away.

“GOD, how many of them are there?”

Everyone stops fighting for a second, in favor of mildly bewildered silence.

The blue turtle clears his throat and chimes in, “I second that, actually.”

The human girl attempts to use this new source of crazy to duck around zach and get away, going past their left side.

Zach trips her and grabs her by the hood of her jacket. She yelps, clutching the metal thingy closer.

“H-hey! Let ‘em go! What’d these guys ever do to you?” Raph points at the guy who has a very unimpressed, or just so incredibly done with this situation expression on their face.

Dave shouts from under the orange kid, who is now just standing on top of him, having vanquished his foe easily.

“They stole our thingy! That’s what they did.” he crosses his arms indignantly. “They’re thieves!”

The orange kid gasps like someone insulted his favorite pizza place. “WE’RE THIEVES?! YOU PEOPLE STOLE IT FIRST, AND THEN ATTACKED US. HOW ARE WE THE THIEVES HERE?”

The blue one joins in from his spot being held aloft by the scruff. “Yeah these guys were going on about ruling the world earlier. Like, super loudly. In the middle of the street.”

Donnie pipes up as well, now leaning on a semi-broken stop sign.

“I mean, that does sound pretty evil, was the monologue at least good?”

“I dunno i didn’t listen. I was too busy being awesome.”

“Oh my god, this is going on too long, we're gonna be late and Shannon is going to tpk our campaign. Screw it.”

He wrenches the metal thingy out of the girl’s grasp, despite her weirdly-strong-for-an-actual-child hold on it, holding it over his head.

“This is ours. You random children don’t know what you’re dealing with, and frankly I don't want to know what your deal is because this is just strange at this point. We’re leaving.”

“Hey wait a second, you can’t just-!” the human swipes at him, to no avail.

“Yes I can, I'm an adult now. Dave?”

Dave rolls over, knocking the orange kid off him. He stands up and pulls something from his belt.

He raises it above his head and narrows his eyes.

“SMOKE BOMB!”

It hits the ground and explodes into a huge cloud of bad smelling grey powder. Everyone is left coughing and blinking and flailing their arms about blindly, as smoke bombs tend to do.

As it clears, the kids are left with a glaring lack of bad guys.

…

. . .

. . .

“Is nobody going to ask what the heck just happened?” the blue turtle asks.

#<!3 #and the universe said; lets cause problems on purpose #rottmnt #rotmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #seperated au #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt au #rottmnt april o'neil #rottmnt fanfiction #also my boys #dave and the rest #i love them can you tell #lol

[bitty-bits]

A Jolly SineTrismas

It surely was another year. Let's look back at some stuff, and forward to other stuff, in the final Bitty Bits edition of 2022.

First of all, happy holidays to all who celebrate. Yeah it is a bit late on the "more famous holiday" side of things, but there are still others going on, and... in general it's probably never wrong to be festive during all of December. (It's also not wrong to NOT be festive! Just pointing that out!)

Many things happened in this late half of the year, controversial things, stupid things, all things. Here I will talk about some that mattered to me, to some extent.

(Also, RIP bozo...naro! Good riddance!)

This issue is dedicated to @rick-666, friend and avid newsletter enthusiast who encouraged me to try to fix the broken ass email form thingy that should actually send these posts as newsletter things but just isn't working! I'll have it fixed next year, I promise!!!!

My Work - Where To Next?

So I've made and tried to make many things through the years, but as someone who pretty much does anything all the time, I'm finding myself often doing... nothing at the end of it.

In 2020 I basically started work on Ketchup Dreams by making its first characters, Bitty and Lake, with more to follow the coming years... but still nothing too substantial. Pondered with which medium to present these characters in. Comics? Animation? In the end I'd just continue adding some things here and there to the overall project, but it still doesn't seem like enough. I really want to build a good universe for these guys to live in.

So at the moment I feel kinda directionless. But hopefully that will change. I guess I won't know what sticks until I actually do stuff.

From Bitty also came the entire aesthetic, motif, symbol, meaning AND name for, I guess you can call my "indie" studio/group/label thing... which my future creative works will be released under, and who knows maybe even friends' creations. The "ᑎᐱ" thing was kind of accidental, but I liked it enough that I wanted it to mean something for me. Not to sound corny and dumb, but to me "ᑎᐱ" is kinda like another representation of the polarity we have in life, much like black and white, but in this case it would be something like... smooth and sharp. Yeah I'm not gonna try to give too much meaning to it, it's just for fun, mostly. Bitty's ears initially were meant to just be bunny + kitty ears (hence the incredibly original name) for an asymmetrical design, but that basically spiraled into everything else.

All that said I'm still doing stuff every now and then, I even have been experimenting with tweaking Lake's design slightly, you can even see a little bit of that in the header art here. More on that some other time...

You can check the current "roadmap" for Studio SineTri projects on the pinned tweet.

Why not "TriSine" instead? Because that just... sounds too normal. "Tri" is an existing and common prefix. Also the order matters.

The Tesla In The Room

I don't think I need to talk much about the whole thing with Elon Musk buying Twitter and everything that came with it. Mostly I'm just tired of it all. Billionaires, other than beings that shouldn't exist, are Boring and not even in a funny kind of way (except for Bill Gates, his mere existence is comedic to me probably thanks to early internet culture) I wish I just didn't have to hear about 'em. But I guess we can't.

Anyways this entire situation practically got me back into being on Tumblr daily, after I had left it in favor of Twitter in like 2015, and now... the opposite is happening, that's just how sick I am of Twitter. Not just the website itself but the people in it and the energy that usually comes out of there these days. Musk was simply a final nail in the coffin. The problem is... he just keeps adding more nails. Here's hoping Elon doesn't ruin the very last thing that made Twitter "fun" to me - TweetDeck, but chances it'll survive are slim.

I'm also on Mastodon btw. Juuust in case.

AI Art Discourse - What's Happening?!

"A Still of Klonoa in The Simpsons"

Speaking of Twitter, probably one of the least pleasing topics to witness over there lately will be this.

No doubt, "AI art" as a concept pretty much exploded into popularity in 2022, while it already existed in concept years before, this was pretty much the one year that, 5 years ago, we'd look at machine learning attempting art and say "now just think about how that'll be 5 years from now", and well, that time IS now. Kinda.

There's legitimate worry about whether or not the computer would be able to replace artists, but... personally I don't think it will ever BECAUSE... there will still always be a demand for humanity and human-created content no matter how good any sort of AI gets, and well, currently AI still struggles with "drawing" many things. But it's fine, earlier this year people were mostly memeing with AI generators, being impressed, confused, having a laugh, or everything all at once.

Until computers making drawings suddenly were no longer seen as cool but rather, bad!!! evil!!! problematic!!! etc. even though the reason for that all stems from... misconceptions and misinformation (sometimes on purpose, just because... I dunno. Internet rewards people who get angry at things.) about how the technology works to begin with. No, AI doesn't simply collage a bunch of pictures together, that just isn't how it works, even if it knows what a Mona Lisa looks like almost perfectly. It's hard to put it into words, but this thread I believe explains it a bit better in simpler terms (hopefully), even if you still don't understand, it's... best to not be too ignorant about it.

Of course, I DO think AI ethics is an important conversation that should happen, but not if it's... not gonna be a conversation in the first place. If it sounds too extreme, reactionary, or sounds just about as crazy as anything you'd hear coming from Alex Jones or like, your pro-life uncle™, then it probably isn't the way to go.

This made even people who think photography isn't art come out of their closets, if they even were in one.

There are good use cases for AI in art. One of them is allowing disabled individuals to also partake and experiment with visual arts. Yes, technically nothing "stopped" them from "really" doing it, but just look at how much that argument almost slips into ableism territory (and there is a surprising amount of that coming from some anti-AI folks.) Hell, I could've used AI to create a background for the art on my header as I'm mostly... a character illustrator, focused on characters, and just don't really enjoy drawing backgrounds much at all.

Anyways I recommend y'all check out AWAY (Are We Art Yet), a collective of artists and creators alike embracing AI but also fighting for more ethical AI usage (discussion about scraping images from the web, consent for works to be used as training data, etc.), without the reactionarism and sometimes ableism. They're a friendly bunch.

What I’ve Been Playing / Watching

Gravity Falls

Well, does it really?

Hey Kids, Have You Heard Of Gravity Falls? The show's 10th anniversary was this year and, having heard mostly only good things about it since then, AND as someone who had recently been sucked deep into the modern Disney TVA pipeline (DuckTales 2017, Amphibia and Owl House are also great and would also recommend), I made it a goal to watch all of it before the year ends.

At first I thought this, like other very successful shows, would have way too many seasons for me to really get into, so I was surprised when I found out that wasn't the case.

It's definitely a great show, even 10 years later. From what I saw very little of it comes across as dated when it comes to references or jokes, the characters being likable and interesting are about enough to hook you into it I think. Also Matt Chapman is in there a lot and as an avid Homestar Runner fan, you can just Tell not only through his voices, but his humor and vibes entirely in some episodes.

If there's one thing I probably can't get enough of is Disney cartoons made by some of the most... Non-Disney people on Earth.

The Dream I Had On December 25th

Usually I share my dreams on Twitter, but decided it might be neat to feature some of the more interesting ones right here. They are an essential part of one of my creations after all. This year though, for a reason or another, I had less eventful or weird dreams in general. But waking up on Christmas day this is what was on my mind:

For more of my dreams you can check out my dream journal with stuff since at least 2014, here.

I had a dream I can split up in three parts - first I was at an old house of mine but I could hear a new trailer for the Mario movie premiering far outside, a classic game song could be heard in it and things pointed to it being a Daisy reveal.

Second part was a Strong Bad thing, where I possibly interact with him directly and actually cause a change to homestarrunner.com "accidentally". He makes some sort of analog horror parody, and an old main page gets a new "feature" permanently. I felt a sense of realization since "I caused this". I really wish I remembered more cuz it was great

Third part is the one I can recall the most, it was what seemed like a weird Gravity Falls AU type thing, which is slightly mixed up with The Owl House - In what appears to be the first episode, Grunkle Stan is nowhere to be found, with probably Eda taking his place as the twins' "Graunt". The episode begins with Mabel just wandering around the forest, when she comes across several typically good luck signs all at once, things like four leaf clovers and such. Eda knowing better knows it's a trap and tries to protect Mabel, but she is convinced that Eda is a witch (which probably Should be a secret at first in this alternate timeline I guess, Eda Is Not What She Seems™) and EVIL!!! and ignores her, acting hostile towards her, even, so Eda locks her up in a shelter. Perfectly normal. In there she finds… a journal. It doesn't appear to be -the- GF journal but rather a mix of that and Philip's journal from Owl House. At first it looked like the journal could talk by itself but someone just happened to be there in disguise, it was Soos, who happens to know a couple things about the journal but probably not much. For some reason I was "watching" it in Portuguese and they'd give him a completely different name, likely starting with a hard C, but I can't remember now. Some weird magic thing happens too which I don't remember how it's triggered or when exactly in the episode progression it even happens but it would make food and candy "infinitely stretchy", where you could essentially have infinite amounts of something just by stretching them, and it caused children to go insane over it. Eventually Soos and Mabel made it out of the shelter, with the latter no longer feeling suspicious about Eda. That's about what I can recall.

Song of the Issue

I will now feature some cool music (probably just vgm) I like here, just because. Sometimes topical, sometimes not.

But today it might be.

A secret easter egg track, on the older 2008 MIDI version of the Charlie (the Duck) II soundtrack (that probably came into existence together with the 2008 Windows version of the game, as opposed to the original DOS version which much like other Wiering Software games only had sound effects, at most.)

It would only play on Christmas day, and was basically a slight arrangement of the proper theme, but with some classic Christmas tunes thrown into it.

The OGG/streamed version you hear on the Steam release cuts the song a bit shorter.

More Stuff

Audicons Fluent/2.0/Name Pending

Inspired by Microsoft's Fluent Design aesthetics and technicalities, this will be an update to my existing icon pack for audio formats, covering even more obscure formats that only 3 people know about! Just like the old pack, this will be fully compatible with probably any version of foobar2000. Very soon!

Ninjin on Archive.org

Yeah!

juke...box. AI. video.

yeah dude.

(no, seriously, it'll come out when it comes out. that's it.)

Miscellaneous Tumblr Side Things

I dunno, I just felt like... having a couple dedicated side blogs for specific interests, as some people do, cuz I have ideas. One of them will be about brazilian animation in general. Nothing fancy or scheduled, just things that will exist.

Conclusion

The more I write the more self-conscious I get that I might just be shit at writing Anything, but I still appreciate if anyone actually likes reading through!

Stay tuned for the traditional yearly dumb highlights collage pic™ on my main Tumblr (@lu9) and Twitter (if it's not completely broken by then...)

Bitty's Message of the Day

My new year's resolution is to Exist more!

#newsletter #personal #preservation

[frog-writes-for-fun]

Yay questions! Sorry it might get long

So, when I started nix-writes-mcyt I had no intention of closing requests. But here we are.

I write by order and by inspiration, and by the watchers above it can be hard sometimes. But I have this thing where for me it's like.. unfair if I put out the 2nd request I recieved before the first. Idk.

I have, in the past, simply closed requests because I had a bunch and inspiration just wasn't hitting. Last time I opened them for a week because I was running low on them and thought I'd try something new. 3/10, wouldn't really recommend.

I'd say close them when it feels like too much. If you start to feel guilty for not doing them or under pressure to get them all done, close requests.

Also don't be afraid to mush similar requests together! (Looking at you, half an inbox of Scar requests. Seriously I have like 9 that are similar or have no prompt idea thingy)

Lastly make sure you write for you too! I'm trying to do the same, if I have an idea and no request to go with it I'm just writing. I don't have to do all my requests before I can write for myself, and neither do you

Ultimately it's up to you, write whatever for whoever whenever ghe inspiration hits. I know I'll be around to read whatever you put out :D

And one final final thing, remember to self care. Love you /p

I get the feeling of needing to do them in order! I was struggling with that a bit when I started out, but there was one specific request that I got and just couldn't write anything for, so I moved on to a different one and found it so much easier to write.

Interesting that you have so many similar requests! I've got quite a few for the same people, but pretty much all of them are different enough to be very different stories. People go to you for Scar because they love how you write him! I guess I haven't made a name for myself with any specific hermit x reader yet, but I like the variety!

I've been self-caring! I'm on break from college for the summer, so I've been catching up on sleep and all that (read: messing up my sleep schedule even more yet somehow still getting enough sleep to not be tired. I don't know how that even works but it does so I'm not complaining). You better practice self care too! <3 /p

#nix the beloved #skeptic frog thoughts

[sylvestreries]

Today I feel an incisive pain in my body, and all I can do is vibe with it. That's a normal I am glad I can see I did not miss, because it means I don't live with it everyday anymore.

I rebloged a story about a robot's soul today, and it stuck in my head. I feel like I'm not as good a writer as I could be if I practiced, and that I'd need to actually produce some writing that I can share, which is not the present purpose of writing in a pretty notebook with fancy ink and a quill.

I do love my fancy quills and inks though, but that's not the point.

The point is, I think most of my followers are bots right now. And I guess that's as good an audience as I need to pracrice. And tumblr is a safe enough social media, and more importantly, I barely interact with people I know irl (or anyone really) on it, which grants me relative anonymity. I forgot tumblr was like that. I'm called back to despair on every other social media my friends use, and I'm growing tired of adding despair in my life, on top of a recent heartbreak which I still mourn, the chronic pains flaring up because of an illness my school-working-housemates brought home, the adhd wanting to do many things and frustrated at my current inaptitude to carry my own head comfortably, and the money drifting away slowly, with the dread of not doing enough about it, even though I did put some stuff into motion, it just takes time to become something because I'm shooting in the dark and pulling many strings together.

I want to create art and show it to people I love.

I want to bring my chosen family closer together so that I can actually live with all them people I love. I want for the world to realize its mistakes and act accordingly, respecting life at its most diverse sense.

I want to live among the trees and the rivers, in a mobile device, and bring chill corners everywhere I go, and call it TransChill3000 with a vintage and kitsch font on one side.

I kinda want to create a virtual chill corner here I suppose, where there are pretty pictures and sounds and where my thoughts can be free to be perceived by moving particles, be them sentient or not.

I stopped dreaming about having a normal life long ago. I want to be (part of) a circus company, not a company company. I want to hear stories and let them move through me, and show what it feels like to be alive, in this day and age.

I want to live with flow and chaos, and rest too, because if I don't, my body will eventually, and it is very unpleasant times, so might as well make it so I can manage. I guess i'm still scared of scheduled work thingies.

I want to know how to drive. No learn, only drive. (But we're still before the apocalypse, so I have to take lessons and give money to capitalism and it bores me to death)

I want to heal lands and people's hearts, to care and to love, just like I marvel at the teeny tiny kitten we rescued some weeks ago.

I want to enjoy a silent retreat, to go elsewhere than the noise of everything happening all at once.

I want my heart to get better, and to cry a little, though my fear of getting stuck in that sadness loop keeps my emotions pretty much bottled still.

I want to dissociate and I want to find peace within my body-heart-mind. These are contradictory and it annoys me.

I want to be better at my stopping tabacco resolution. But the joints do help me survive today, so, i let the part of me that wants to die to cease suffering take a little hit. Masochistic in the way I can manage.

I want the soft embrace of tender arms, to let myself be supported and cared for by someone that wants to just be there for me. I struggle to make it known still, yet I'm getting better at it I think.

I want to let my limiting beliefs go, and let new ones take over. That's a work in progress.

I want to be able to rest my head on a pillow without restlessness makes me want to move every few minutes, and awakening the pain again.

I want to dream of more things that become true. My visions are getting clearer these days, and I remind myself that this, here and now, is also a dream.

I breathe.

#thoughts

[yelyahnaloj]

As a student and most likely some flavor of AuDHD, I have to ride the waves and spikes of attention. That one afternoon I could be drawing models of histones and trying to visualize through obscure Youtube videos how exactly the... er... whatchamacallit, the cytoskeleton thingys that pull the chromosomes apart during mitosis... move. And another afternoon I could be trying to find out what happens to the other organelles during mitosis.

But then, other times I could not do my reading at all, and space out through lectures, and only get as good as a test score as I did on cellular respiration because it was an open book test, so I had to open my book to find the answers to each question.

Like, I grew up with the idea of my "potential" where things like the first paragraph happen all the time, and I hyperfocus on a single sentence, or use google maps to locate all the locations mentioned in a short story or look up all the plant species mentioned so I know what is being described. But that delicious slice of focus comes at a price because I don't have time to finish things, and I tire out earlier. So, most of the time I try to play the system and do the minimum I could get done and meet all the requirements to turn in. I usually put my best effort early in the quarter, and spend the remaining quarter just trying not to flunk the class because I feel tired and disengaged. My credit loss tends to happen in the second half with the missed assignments.

But I don't think it is realistic to think you can put your 100% all the time, and beating yourself up because you didn't absorb as much as you wanted to from the class wouldn't help. My main focus has to be to be functional on my worst days, and count on my best days for doing the most growth in the shortest amount of time. It's like my streak in Duolingo, there with be the occasional freeze streak, then several days of barely doing anything in order to get a practice in, then the occasional burst of energy when I meet an entire months goal in a day and then some.

Going to college is really teaching me to try to have consistency when there isn't really consistency. To turn in assignments even when I am off grid or abroad. To get full credit in between emergency room visits and panic attacks or multiple jobs. Because behind my superficial flakiness is a stubborn focus that always keeps its eye on the target regardless of where I get oriented, and school helps me hone that in. Maybe that part is the autistic side, the side that has a hard time truly letting things go, even if I get sidetracked for a bit, I keep coming back to things and trying to make it work. It's my magical move mountains side, where I get full credit in a class, while still leaving early to go abroad. Or doing a class a state away, partially online, but taking a plane to get to my labs, and doing one of my labs with my professor on a table outside a store. That part of me that gets an idea in my head and where other people would shrug their shoulders and say that it didn't work out or that they are flexible and would wait for another opportunity, I try to make it fit in any convoluted way I can.

#biology #college life #off grid #audhd #focus

[365-betterdays]

august 13, 2022 4:24pm

"hi. it's been a while." the first 5 words i tend to write down in every single post i make here. well, in my defense, it always had been a while. things have been good, in fact they've been great. to let you catch up, here are some of the things i've accomplished while i was away !!

i'm back in school. struggling a bit cos most of the topics, i've completely fallen behind from. but i'm trying. that's what matters, ig. it's the first semester palang so i'm still vv shy. i will definitely try to do better when i start to feel comfy asking for help.

i've made a couple new friends in school. they're a lot nicer than i expected. being around people has made me feel a bit more human (??) which, i haven't felt in a while. it feels nice. <3

i went to manila, by myself. it warms my heart whenever i get the chance to smile at strangers, esp when they smile back ahihi.

i haven't been saving a lot of money since i've been spending a lot more than i used to. more is spent on my previous galas. i'm working on it. i saved enough money to buy myself a whiteboard tho. it's not much but i'm happy hehe

pampanga guy gave me self-help ebooks and one actual book (i haven't really started cos it's tagalog lmao) !! but they're good. he gave me a shirt, a rose, a couple of jewelries that i gave to my family instead. he's a good person and i kinda messed it up a bit.

i don't talk to the bike guy anymore or at least not as much as i used to.

i got SMT's this week on research and psych. i should be reviewing right now, but i want to be in a good spot mentally first before i do so i'm writing here. i got to deal with our buwan ng wika thingys which i HATE SM cos i don't like dancing but fuck it.

i feel more confident in my sexuality. i am bi-curious, exploring my options and who i really am. i came out to a friend and it's super heart-warming !!!!

i'm starting to become more comfortable with my body. and yes, you could also say that i've been eating a lot more loool. i feel very comfy w who i am and what i look like. i guess i can still be normal and a good person behind this human body. i'm starting to hate it less, maybe not as much on social media (yet) but idc. apparently, there's more to my life now than what's behind my screen. finally.

^ a bit related, i feel like i have gained weight but i'm not rlly thinking about it much. i will try to do better, but i won't let it stop me from enjoying my life anymore. i !! still !! deserve !! to !! be !! happy !! and !! secure !! within !! myself !! despite !! my !! weight !!

some days, i still do get sad. i kinda found a way to snap out of it though ^^ there r far more important things than what the uglie things my brain tells me so i >> d i s t r a c t

i've been organizing my stuff like 30 times MORE than i've ever organized anything the past few years. (a bit exaggerated but iykyk)

i'm actually enjoying my review time nowadays. it makes me feel happy to get answers correct. i'm really reaching out to be within the honor roll, to be part of sum clubs & be the best student i can be this sy :) good vibes only, no pressure!

i've cut a couple social media ties but, again, i don't really care. i'm not really affect much by things that r behind my screen. i'm trying to only care abt things that matter irl

i downloaded an app "flinch" it's a self help app. iz cute

i've been planning on saving money for: school/study materials, some bags, for galas (ofc) and CLOTHES. man, it gets tiring to repeat outfits. but yeah, no pressure ofc. i'll get them once i can ^_^

I GOT MY BOOSTER HELL YEAH!! my arm still hurts like a mf today + i was absent last thurs but it's okiii. no more absences.

i alr get sleepy around 9-10pm, it's not fun altho i do get more responsibilities & tasks done

that's practically all i can think about right now. life's funny eh? i feel like i'm on cloud 9 and all it took was.. showing up

[messedupessy]

LOOK AT ALL THEM BEATEN UP KIDS (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Except Red, he aien't a kid here tho

Anyhow, just two sketches of my headcanons for the fell and swapfell bro's childhoods, or rather the part in their past when things changed drastically and dramatically for them <: the fell one I did like two something days ago while the sf one I made like weeks ago, and I think the sf one looks hella lot better as in the fell one their faces turned out a bit weird and stuff, but can't be bothered to try to fix it, still kind of happy with it tho

Some explanations and headcanons under the cut 

Ok story time, note that I am not going into super deep details and jumping over some things as I do not want to spoil stuff for things I have planned and also some things I haven't completely decided on as of yet, also I am pretty tired and stuff as I write this so some of what I write might not make sense but meh

also was thinking on writing down headcanons to how these bros are with their respective bros like what their relationship is as these 4 I have fully decided how they are with one another but think I will do it some other time

In my version of Underfell, the bro's were created by Gaster in a lab as attempts in making a strong enough weapon to destroy the barrier etc, Red was created first but he was not created as a child but as a young adult so he have never been a child, he was deemed a failure as some things was hella wrong with him, like he was hella weak etc, but instead of discarding him Gaster decided to keep him around as a lab assistant and on going experiment, so Red went through lot's of abuse and was one hell of a nervous fucked up wreck, then 152 human years later Gaster created Edge, and instead of creating Edge as a young adult as he had done with Red so did he create Edge as a baby instead, Red ended up as the one taking care of Edge when he wasn't been experimented on and he came to care greatly for his baby bro, then when Edge was 4, and was a completely emotionless weapon, Gaster deemed him strong enough to destroy the barrier but Edge failed and Gaster ordered Red to dust Edge so he could start anew, Red much to Gasters surprise refused to do it and they ended up scuffling with Red winning by pushing Gaster into the core, then he took Edge and fucking ran, and the sketch above is them like half a year or so after it, Red still a nervous and frightened wreck but is quickly overcoming it as he has to protect his baby bro at all cost so he has to toughen the fuck up which he do, Edge has ended up with no memory of the things that was done to him or what he himself has done etc, so he is a normal child, the reason why that is is because Red did something to remove them which I can't go into much detail, but he did it so to give Edge an actual childhood and a future

The swapfell bro's were also they created in a lab, Rus first, unlike Red so was he made as a child, by the River person, who I have made my own take and stuff on but it is way too spoilery for that ask blog I have talked about time to time so they will just be called River for now, River also created the bro's in the hopes of breaking the barrier, heavily abusing Rus with horrible experiments more directed to the mind, like breaking someone's minds barriers to let more power through and all that jazz, which fucked up Rus greatly and made his soul crack etc, then when Rus is 7 River create Scratch, here River is suddenly hit by great guilt over what they have done and has planned on doing to Rus and Scratch who are literally their own children, so to get that guilt to go away they simply kicked Rus and Scratch out onto the street to fend for themselves, and in the sketch it's like a year after the two of them been kicked out, the two of them now living on the street of the capital, Rus protecting the only thing that has ever been his which is his baby brother, and he will be damned if anyone touches him, luckily for these two they are later taken in by SF Muffet about 2 something human years later even though the damage was done and Rus had already gotten fucked up beyond repair pretty much etc

and that is all I feel and can tell you, though if anyone is interested in knowing more send me an ask and perhaps I will answer <;

#undertale #underfell #swapfell #underfell sans #MessedUpEssy #underfell papyrus #swapfell papyrus #swapfell sans #sans #papyrus #Essy's Art #Essy's Undertale Art #sketch #babybones #shit I am so darn tired #so gonna try to go to bed earlier tonight #as my work practice thingie is really tiring still #Essy's Undertale Headcanons #ahhhh I have way too many ideas #and so little time #I srs need to get my shit together and try to concentrate on one project at a time #but my focus is so frikking fickle #ahhhhh #might do a underswap and undertale one too sometime #make it a tiny series or something #might have another sketch for ya later #which is not undertale related surprisingly #as I was hit with a sudden bout of nostalgia today #wish I had given Red a different kind of shirt or not as tattered #but too late now

[nightcoreandcaffeine]

Father (Sometimes) Knows Best - A Saiki K Oneshot

Kuniharu decides to give his son a lecture on why Saiki should tell his friends about his powers. Saiki actually listens to his dad's advice for once and it works out.

This is mostly for me to give Kuniharu the spotlight he needs because he’s a good dad and no one acknowledges it, and I’m frankly tired of people mischaracterizing him. *ahem* Anyways, this is also a “power reveal” story because I haven’t written one of those and we could always use more. Also, it’s more serious than the usual comedic tone of the show but it’s hard to have a serious convo in a comedy. Additionally, a ton of dialogue, so, sorry about that. If the pacing seems weird, it’s consistently been past 9 o’clock every time I work on this.

Saiki stepped back into his house, absolutely drained. He had to stop a meteor from crashing into earth, which would usually be a piece of cake. However, the issue with him attempting to get rid of his powers and them returning to him full-force took a drain on the teen. The couch looked comfortable, so he landed on it and went limp, attempting to sleep. However, he was interrupted by his family, because of course.

“So, you really managed to stop the meteor? I really thought this would be my chance to play savior of the world.” Saiki glared as well as he could at his brother while faceplanted in the couch. ‘Leave it to him to treat this like a game. No one wants to take turns saving the world.’ Kurumi sat next to her son and moved his head to her lap to try and comfort him. “It’s okay Ku-chan, he’s just teasing. You did a good job for just getting your powers back.”

“Isn’t that going to cause problems now?” Kuniharu wondered aloud. His wife and eldest son looked at him quizzically, so he elaborated. “I mean, that power ridder thingy was made by Kusuo and Kusuke and yet it didn’t work. I don’t think Kusuo can ever get rid of his powers.” Saiki slumped down more in response to the discouraging statement. Kuniharu continued, oblivious.

“I mean, now that he knows that this’ll never go away, shouldn’t he tell his friends? I’m sure they already suspect something’s up and the longer he keeps this hidden, the more they’re gonna be discouraged when he finally spills. And who knows, he might have to tell them in some dramatic, like, hostage situation and emotions would be running even higher in that event. I think he should tell those important to him soon to avoid problems.”

Kuniharu was suddenly aware of his youngest son glaring daggers at him, while his other son kept looking at him quizzically. However, he was undeterred and walked up to his psychic son. “Honey, Kusuke, could you leave me and Kusuo alone in here? I think it’s time we have a proper father-son talk.” Kurumi looked surprised but got up and led her other son out to let her husband and son talk. Kusuo begrudgingly sat up to give his father room on the couch. Kuniharu sat and turned to face his kid.

“Kusuo,” Kuniharu started, a stern tone lacing his words. ‘Dad,’ Saiki responded. “Kusuo, I might not always show it, but I really want what’s best for you and Kusuke and your mother. Yeah, I’m a bit of a klutz and I forget things often, but I still try my best. You tend to ignore my advice, and I understand where you’re coming from in that regard. But I need you to first try and understand where I stand in my relationship with you two kids.

“I’m nowhere near as smart as you guys, or powerful, or cool, or whatever adjectives you can stick in there besides things like dorkiness. You two tend to ignore me because you see me as less in every aspect, even if you don’t mean to. However, there is something I have much more experience in than you and Kusuke both. And that’s actual, practical life experience. That’s why I want you to listen to me when I’m trying to give you advice on how to go about your powers with your friends.”

Saiki sat silently, as always, but Kuniharu could pick up the slight changes in his son’s demeanor. He could tell Saiki was actually listening, so he continued. “Now, I’ve never been in your exact situation, obviously, but I’ve had a similar type of experience; keeping things hidden from those I love. I see you glaring at me, but you’re gonna have to admit one of these days you actually care for those kids and don’t just see them as nuisances. These kids care about you and have been sticking to you, for what, 4 years counting all the time looping nonsense?

“There’s no way they haven’t picked up on something yet. And I know the other day you were planning on telling them because you thought your powers were gone but chickened out because of something happening. Let me guess, you don’t want to put them in danger with the knowledge of your powers?” Saiki gave a slight nod, glancing away from his father, just the barest hint of embarrassed. “That’s the wrong and possibly worst way to go about this situation.

“Imagine one of them got caught and the only thing they were told is they are being held ransom because of the fact you have powers. Didn’t something like that happen with that ghost kid by Kusuke? Anyways, if they aren’t aware of your powers, they don’t know why those bad guys are after you. They have no way to get help, they have no way to know if they are safe, and they have no way to know if you’ll be safe.”

Saiki was staring holes in the floor, almost literally. He knew what his father was saying made sense, but he didn’t want to admit it. “Son, look at me.” Saiki glanced up to his father, who gave him an encouraging smile and continued talking, albeit with a bit softer tone. “Now, imagine what would happen if they knew your powers. They would know they’ll be safe, and you’ll be safe. They won’t be freaking out as much, and they know they’ll have some way to contact you, if you’re close enough.

“You have powers and, unfortunately, shady people will try and take advantage of you and those you love. Hell, Kusuke is already using that knowledge to try and take advantage of you, your friends, and grandparents. It’ll simply be cleaner if you tell them what’s up soon. You know they’ll understand, don’t you? I’ve only met a few of them a couple of times and I can already tell they really care about you.”

Saiki took a few minutes to stare wordlessly at the floor, contemplating his father’s words. Kuniharu let him think and just sat on the couch, looking out the window. After a few minutes, Saiki sat back up and looked at his dad, who quickly turned to him. “Th…thanks, dad.” Saiki looked a bit uncomfortable speaking, but Kuniharu appreciated the effort. “You’re welcome son. Your mother and I are always here for you, just remember that.” He punctuated the statement by lightly bonking his son on the head, then standing and leaving to go talk to his wife. Saiki had a small smile on his face as he teleported to his room, fishing his phone out of the bedside table drawer.

‘Friend Group – 11 Members”

‘Kusuo Saiki – Can everyone meet in the music room after school tomorrow?’ Read by 10 people

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Saiki sat in the music room, waiting for everyone to show up. He was invisible, of course. I mean, he’s about to tell all these people about his powers, might as well start off strong. Aiura and Toritsuka walked in first, and Toritsuka tried to talk to Saiki and get him to explain what was going on. Saiki motioned for him to be quiet and Aiura gathered whatever was going on had to do with Saiki’s powers. Not even five minutes later and everyone in the group chat had gathered in the classroom.

“So, do any of you guys know why Saiki called us here?” Hairo asked, getting straight to the point. Everyone shook their heads no, besides the psychic kids, who more or less had the gist of the situation. ‘Toritsuka, you’re going to help me out with this. Start off with something like, ‘Saiki wants to talk to you about something important,’ then reveal me, okay?’ Saiki told the ghost medium telepathically. ‘Wait, what?! You’re actually telling them this time?!’ ‘I decided it was the right time to.’

“Hey guys,” Toritsuka started, Aiura giving him a quizzical look. “Saiki wants to tell you guys something important, but it’s a bit shocking so I’m going to soften the blow.” “What, does he have psychic powers like me or something?” Kaido asked, trying to lighten the mood. Toritsuka looked straight at Kaido, a deadpan stare on his face before simply stating, “Yes.” He placed his hand on Saiki’s shoulder, turning Saiki opaque again. Kaido looked close to fainting.

Everyone in the room was shock silent, so Saiki took the quiet opportunity to start talking. ‘I have psychic powers and have since I was born. I know that’s hard to believe, but it’s true, and I finally decided you guys should know.’ Saiki pulled about the same shtick he had with his grandparents, quickly showing off a few of his powers to his still-shocked friends. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, well, at least out loud. Saiki heard everyone’s thoughts going at a million miles an hour.

“Wait, wait, why did you never tell any of us?” Yumehara asked indignantly. “Actually Chiyopipi, me, the perv, and speed-talker over there all knew. Me and Reita know because we’re both psychics as well and Akechi’s just a good sleuth.” Aiura went over to the general group and tried to shake a few of the more shocked people back to reality.

Saiki was generally spaced out as well. His friends’ thoughts made it obvious they were mad or at least disappointed he kept his secret for so long. ‘I knew I shouldn’t have done this.’ Saiki got up to leave, but Nendo stopped him. “Why you leaving buddy? We’re not mad at you! You must have some reason for keeping this stuff hidden this long, don’t’cha?” “He was probably just trying to protect us,” Aren chimed in. Everyone murmured in general agreement.

“Yeah, Saiki’s always trying to help,” Mera added happily. “I’m pretty sure he did something to let me keep my job at Café Mami a few months back because I could have sworn I was going to get fired for being a student.” A murmur went through the group, thinking back to times the psychic most likely helped them. Saiki was, frankly, a bit shocked. He’d genuinely expected his friends to hate him for keeping his secret, but they seemed…relieved? They finally knew why their friend is so secretive and didn’t really want to get close to any of them.

“Well Saiki, I think I speak for all of us when I say I’m glad you trust us enough to reveal your secret.” Teruhashi stated, beaming. “I think this means it’s time for ramen. Let’s celebrate buddy trusting us!” Nendo exclaimed, grabbing Kaido and dragging him out to start getting everyone to move out of the room. The group all followed, Saiki attempting to hang out at the back as per usual. However, a few of his friends pushed him to the center, giving him encouraging smiles.

‘This isn’t so bad after all.’

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Lol, this the least amount of time it has taken me to write a fanfiction. Hope y’all liked it, even though the tone and plot almost completely shifted in the middle. Sorry about that. See you guys later, bye!

Crossposted on my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/NightcoreAndCaffeine

#saiki kusuo no psi nan #the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki k #fanfiction #saiki kusuo #saiki kuusuke #saiki kurumi #saiki kuniharu #aiura mikoto #toritsuka reita #akechi touma #riki nendou #shun kaidou #kuboyasu aren #kokomi teruhashi #yumehara chiyo #mera chisato #hairo kineshi #saiki kuniharu being a good dad(tm) #power reveal #because we always need more of those in this fandom #i am sleep deprived but wanted to finish this

[shegxox]

moments with you series

taking a break from requirements with kenma

kenma x f!reader , pre-med student! reader, scenario, fluff, comfort

cw: some swearing cause c'mon, reader is a pre-med student for heaven's sake. not proofread lol, wrote this on a whim I'm procrastinating

wc: 1, 635

a/n: as a pre-med student myself, I desperately need this. kenma irl where r u *bawling, screaming, banging head on wall* also got this inspiration when I was doing my own schoolwork and I found this godly asmr ambiance video thingy for kenma, kurapixiv is the name of the channel listen to it yourself here , you can listen to it while reading for a more...realistic visualization *cries*

YOUR eyes are burning, your back is aching, and your shoulders desperately need a drill as a masseuse. You've been hunched over your desk for the past three hours working non-stop for your school requirements, answering laboratory reports, lecture assignments, and now, lab exercises. All that for a single subject in your college course: Anatomy and Physiology.

For your laboratory exercise, you are tasked to find a picture of a specimen under a microscope, draw it as realistic as possible, then label the parts.

Let's get this one thing clear. At the start of the semester, you were no artist. You sucked at drawing. Whether it was traditionally or digitally, you never had the practice to draw. But now, in your stupid course, you were forced to learn and practice art.

"This damn course," You mutter to yourself angrily. Trying your best to imitate the histology picture you were using as a reference. "If I knew that I had to do shit like this, I would've just become a fucking art student."

Were you regretting choosing a pre-med course right this moment? Yes. Do you wish to throw your work out the window and burn it? Yes. But do you still want to pass this stupid subject? Yes...

You decided to go through this course, and now you must endure.

You were so immersed in your work that you hadn't noticed your boyfriend enter the room that you both shared.

"Hey, babe." Kenma calls out softly, making you glance up. Your weariness faltered just the tiniest bit at the sight of your beautiful boyfriend.

His hair was thrown in a sloppy bun, wearing his own oversized jacket merch and a pair of shorts. Even with an attire as simple as that, he still makes your heart flutter like a highschool school girl in love.

"Oh hey," You answer in acknowledgment before placing your focus back on your drawing. "Done streaming?"

"Yup." You hear him sigh. "And I got you something."

Kenma pushed aside the books scattered on your desk and placed a mug.

Your nose caught a familiar scent that made you finally pause with what you were doing.

"Hot chocolate?"

"Yeah," Kenma gave you a warm smile. "It's raining outside. I figured you'd want some."

"Raining?" You whipped your head to the side where the window was located, and clear enough, droplets of rain were pattering heavily against the glass. "Ah, I didn't notice..."

Guess you really are that busy to notice something that should've been so obvious.

"How's your drawing?" Kenma asked, peeking at the screen of your iPad where you have been drawing your work.

"Ah, that looks good." Your boyfriend complimented. "It looks so close to your reference."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you let out a tired breath, looking at Kenma desperately. "Is it really?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Or are you just saying that just to-"

Kenma cuts you off with a swift peck on your lips, instantly making your heart pound.

"Yes," Kenma affirmed, patting your head. "You're doing great, bub."

Blood rushed through your cheeks. Kenma looked so proud when he said that. Are you really doing a great job?

"Th-Thank you..." You murmured before shyly turning your eyes down to your work. "And thank you for the hot chocolate, too."

"No problem. Just call me if you need anything, okay?" He gave you a kiss on the side of your head. "I'll be here in bed."

"Okay..."

With that, Kenma walked towards the bed located behind you and laid himself comfortably. Grabbing the Nintendo Switch left on the nightstand.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself. Thank God for online classes.

If classes were face to face, then you wouldn't be able to get this kind of treatment, and if it were face to face, you wouldn't be able to see Kenma. He's probably the reason why you try to push yourself to do your best in your subjects. Whether you fail a quiz or miraculously pass a score, Kenma will always be there to support you, cheer for you, and of course, love you. Sure, he could still do that when universities open for class again but, nothing beats going for a straight hug to Kenma whenever stress was starting to rile you up.

A pre-medical course is clearly not just a simple walk in the park. It's a bloody battlefield out there. A literal new form of hell.

But with Kenma whose always got your back whenever you seem to fall, you feel like you could get through hell just fine.

As you work on your drawings, the sound of Kenma playing Animal Crossing can be faintly heard from the background. Accompanied by the gentle sound of rain outside, the gameplay noises, and the familiar sound of a character walking around gave off such a peaceful and comfortable vibe.

When the room got colder, Kenma graciously threw a hoodie for you from behind— which almost hit the mug that was dangerously close to your iPad and gave you a mini heart attack. You spin your chair to face him with wide eyes only to see him already mirroring your surprised expression.

"Oopsies." Kenma chuckled sheepishly.

"You little prick." You tried to sound mad, but the stretching smile on your lips contrasted your tone. "If that mug fell on my iPad..."

"Then you should've caught it properly then." Kenma remarked smugly.

"Excuse me?" You raised an eyebrow towards him.

"Hey, I was a former setter. This is all on you." He accused with a sly little smirk that he tries to hide behind his Switch.

'Damn, he has a point.' You couldn't help but laugh, defeated.

"Heh, Touché, kitty." Swinging your chair around, you went back to work.

"Love you," Kenma says aloud, and to which you cheesily uttered reply,

"Three Thousand."

After ten minutes, Kenma caught you stretching your arms and back accompanied with a tired yawn.

"You done, bub?" Kenma asked.

"Almost, just one more picture."

Kenma glanced over his Switch and to your weary form in front of him. Your back must be aching like hell right now.

"When's the submission of that?" He casually asked.

"Uhm, a day after tomorrow, I think?" You glanced at the wall of sticky notes in front of you and confirmed. "Yeah, a day after tomorrow."

Kenma hummed, "So does that mean you could still do it tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but." You sighed wearily, "I wanna have a free schedule tomorrow so we can have more time together, y'know?"

Kenma would be lying if he said that his heart didn't flutter at your words, but you're tired and needed a break. Your health should always come first.

"Alright." Kenma paused his game and placed the Switch on the bed. He got up and approached you, his hands finding their way to your stiff shoulders before kneading them.

"Oh, God." You groaned in bliss. "That feels good."

"Do the last one tomorrow." Kenma suggested. "Come join me in bed and take a rest."

"But I only have one more left." You reasoned, "I can finish this. Just give me thirty minutes or...something." God, his hands are making magic to your shoulders. It's very tempting to do as he says, considering how worn out you already are.

"Exactly, it's just one. One couldn't possibly take all your time tomorrow, right?" Kenma said, dipping down to place a kiss on top of your head. "And you're tired, bub. I know you want to sleep, especially when the weather is like this, so come to bed with me?"

You know what? He's right. It wouldn't hurt to do just one task tomorrow, and you honestly have more time. It's nice that you want to finish everything today so you wouldn't worry about tomorrow but, it's not healthy to overwork yourself. Knowing Kenma, he always tells you to put your health first, just like what you'd always tell him whenever he works.

"Okay, I'll rest." You gave in. Standing up from your chair and turning to face your beloved boyfriend with a tired smile.

Kenma returned a small smile, "Thank you." He says gently before leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Now, let's get to bed."

"Mhm."

Now sitting upright on the bed with your backs leaned against the headboard, you lay your head on Kenma's shoulder as you watch him play on his Switch, the soft music coming from the game and the brightness of the screen was lulling you to sleep. Kenma was careful not to move his arm so much, mindful of your head.

As he continues to play, he would unconsciously press kisses on your head every now and then, pleased and happy with your mere presence sitting right next to him. And when he thought that you'd fallen to sleep, he carefully moved you to a more comfortable position.

"Kenma?" You suddenly murmured just when he was about to pull a blanket over both of you. He winced at your groggy voice, "Sorry, I woke you up."

"It's fine..." You answered sleepily. "Thank you...I love you so much."

Kenma's heart clenched at your words. He brushed away the stray hairs covering your face gently, tucking them behind your ear.

With a fond smile on his lips, he happily answers,

"I love you so much as well."

Quickly finding your way back to sleep, Kenma proceeds to pull the blanket over the two of you. He leaned back to the headboard to continue playing his game, but not before taking a lingering look at your peaceful sleeping face. His eyes darting to every detail and feature.

How could you make his heart skip a beat without even doing anything?

His hand then carefully reached for your head, stroking your hair gently with his thumb.

He can't help himself from smiling.

"Sleep well, bub."

#hq kenma #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #kenma x you #kenma x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #kenma x y/n #kenma fluff #moments with you series #hq x reader #kenma imagine #kozume x reader #haikyuu imagines #kenma #anime #haikyuu #manga #kozume x y/n #kozume x you

[local-spoon-does-a-thing]

Sickness

[(Bayverse) Optimus Prime x Reader]

A/N: Here’s some more Papa Bot fic. Should I make a bonus ending/part about them arriving at the gas station or some shit like that? Also this fic got out of hand and idk how it ended up like this. Hope you enjoy!

“Ugh...hey, Optimus? Can you roll down the window? I need some fresh air.” You mumbled out and leaned your head against the door. For some reason, you felt sick to the core. That’s probably because you were, in fact, sick. Perhaps it was something you ate for dinner yesterday? You did have a rough night trying to sleep. But at this moment, you just wanted to jump out of the moving vehicle, lay on the side of the road, and perish. Your stomach was not agreeing with you at all and begged you to purge out whatever was in it. Once the window was rolled down, you immediately poked your head out and took in a deep breath. Ah, that was much better. But that still didn’t get that sickening feeling out of your stomach. Maybe a nice bottle of water would help cure you. Your hand moved towards where the cup holders would be located and attempted to grab a bottle of water. Though, there was nothing. Looking back, you saw that you didn’t even bring water with you. Oh, right, you’ve forgotten. Earlier when Ratchet had suggested that you bring a couple bottles of water for the trip, you refused and reassured him that you were fine when in reality, you were just too lazy to carry them. In defeat, your hand flopped back down and you poked your head out once more.

Currently, you and the team were traveling to another city in a different state, as it was stated that there were some Decepticon sightings located there. This was going to be your first mission with them and after countless of merciless begging to go with them, they finally agreed to let you travel with them. Ratchet and Ironhide thought that it was a horrible idea, Bumblebee was simply ecstatic that you would get to go with them, and Optimus was just too tired to deal with your tantrums like a tired father. Who would’ve thought that out of all the members of the team, you seemed to be the closest with the Autobot leader himself. Anyone else would’ve thought that you two were polar opposites. You were a simple person that liked to joke a lot and showed some signs of arrogance while Optimus was more on the serious and wise side. Little did anyone know that you two balanced each other out. He kept you grounded to reality while you made sure that he would have fun during his time on Earth. Though your adventures with them have just merely started, you can tell that you’ve made an impact on the team. Everyone seemed more on the bright side, even the grumpy medic. They were happy and that was all you’ve ever wanted. However, your stubbornness and pride proved you not to be the easiest person to handle, like now.

“Hey, Optimus? Is there by any chance that you have some water on you? Not that I need it or anything like that. Buuuut... I might need it later.”

The old ‘Bot let out a heavy sigh and the whole truck rumbled along with him. “Didn’t Ratchet tell you earlier in the morning to bring your bottles of water? We’ve said it repeatedly that this would be a long trip-”

“Okay, okay! I get it, I was just asking in case you did have them. No need to go full on mother-mode.” You cut him off mid-sentence before crossing your arms across your chest and slumping into the seat. Moments passed by and your hands dropped down to your stomach and clutched the fabric that was in the way. Okay, you seriously needed to do something about this. You felt nauseous and each second that passed by was torturous. You wanted to tell Optimus about your condition, but c’mon, this was your first mission! You had a feeling that if you were to tell him about this, the team wouldn’t bring you to anymore future missions. And the main course hasn’t even started yet since you were still traveling to the destination. But was this really worth the trouble? I mean, even outside of these missions, you would still be seeing them.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that, it’s just- I don’t think I’m doing too well. I think I might have the stomach bug or something ‘cause I feel like I’m gonna throw up at any moment.” You half heartedly confessed to him.

At this statement, Optimus had wanted to stop the trip abruptly and check if you were okay. Guess you could say that this was his “mother-mode” or at least close to it. Worried thoughts bubbled into his metal head that he had almost forgotten to respond to you, almost giving you an indication that he was irritated and ignoring you. He would have Ratchet check up on you but then again, he only knew about Cybertronian biology, not human.

“Hang in there, [Y/N]. There’s a gas station approximately three miles from here. We’ll take a rest there and examine you.”

He then went on to accelerate his speed and over the radio, went on to report the other members of the team about your condition. You could hear Bee’s worried buzzing, Ironhide’s sigh, and Ratchet’s grumpy  grumbling of “I told you so” that was directed towards you. In response, you rolled your eyes and laid down across the seats, staring at the truck ceiling. The slight bumpiness on the road was somehow a bit soothing, but it wasn’t enough to put you to sleep. What you needed right now was a distraction. And what distraction was better than you annoying your guardian?

“Oppy.” No response.

“Timus.” No response.

“Hey, Boss Bot!” Finally, you got a response. He let out a surprised sound and you can practically hear the gears in his head turn. 

“What is it?”

“I need you to distract me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

You were met with silence once again. He was confused with what you wanted. What did you need to be distracted from? You weren’t really doing much other than trying to refrain yourself from puking on him. It didn’t take long for you to notice that he was confused by your request.

“Just...just ask me questions. They can be stupid or not or whatever. I don’t want to focus too much on my nausea.”

“I understand. Very well then. How are your grades in school?”

You groaned and smacked the palms of your hands onto your face. You wanted to answer any other question BUT that one. Okay, so maybe you were lagging a little behind on your subjects than the rest of your classmates, but you could fix it up with a snap of your fingers! Or, that was what you thought. You’ve been so caught up with your alien friends that you didn’t think that school wasn’t as important as saving civilian lives and all that. 

“[Y/N]?” His deep voice pulled you away from your thoughts and you slid your hands down your face.

“It’s uh, it’s going...decent.” Wow, way to make yourself sound believable.

“[Y/N]...” Now there was a stern and serious tone in his voice.

“Don’t worry about it! I got it all under control. Go ahead and ask another question that’s not related at all to school.”

Once again, he let out another heavy sigh. He had a feeling that your reasoning for your grades being “decent” as you say, was because of him. He didn’t want to be the reasoning for you failing classes. What kind of guardian does that? Yes, he has the most fun spending time on you and picking up on your witty jokes, but he knew that if it ever came down to it, he would have to step back and let you focus on things that would matter in the long run. Even when it does break him.

“You need to take your school more seriously, please. You know what will happen if your parents were to find out about your grades dropping, correct? We won’t be able to see each other as much anymore. And as much as I want to be with you, I won’t hesitate to take a couple of steps back.”

That...hurt. You didn’t want to be constantly reminded of the consequences, but that wasn’t what hurt you. The fact that he said that he wouldn’t hesitate gave you a wake up call. You sat up from your lying position and looked at his radio with a panicked and disbelief look. You didn’t know what or how to respond to that. He was serious and you knew that. You looked away in shame and clutched your stomach once more. Optimus then moved his rearview mirror towards your face and saw how you looked. It broke his spark and he wanted to comfort you, but decided not to push further on the subject and change it.

“Is there anything you would like to ask that relates to me?”

You perked up at his question and had a surprised look. Honestly, you didn’t expect that at all and you didn’t even consider asking him questions. If you were to, you had wanted to try to avoid the more sensitive topics that related to the war on his planet and such questions like that.

“Hmm, you know how the Matrix-thingy chooses who the next Prime will be or something like that? Well, what were you like before you became a Prime?”

Like you were, he was caught off-guard by the question. It’s been a long while since he had spoken of his previous life. He felt a faint sense of nostalgia as he reflected on his past self. My, how much he has changed over time. Going from having a simple life to being one of the biggest roles in Cybertron history. If he were not in his vehicle form, he would’ve smiled fondly.

“My previous name was Orion Pax. At certain angles, you could say that I was more like Bumblebee: young and free-spirited. I used to work as a data clerk in Cybertron. My life was quite simple and ordinary before I heard of Megatron and came to a realization that I was not satisfied with what I was doing. That...is all I will tell for now.”

“Aww, what?! Come on, you can’t leave me hanging like that! What happened with you and Megatron? Pleaaase!”

“Some other time, tiny girl. Now, it is my turn to ask a question. Do you know what my favorite color is?”

Okay, now you were confused. Why would he go from asking a serious question to suddenly asking about his favorite color. Out of all the things he could’ve asked, he went for that one. Of course, it’s not like you were going to back down from something as simple as that. However, you had to take a moment to think. Did robots have favorite colors? Did they even have time to consider what color was their favorite? You couldn’t figure out what the answer was until suddenly, it hit you!

“Wait a minute, that’s a trick question! You’ve never told me what your favorite color was! You can’t fool me!” You accused as you pointed your finger at his radio. A deep chuckle came from the radio as you guessed right. 

“Clever girl. Well in that case, I might as well tell what my favorite color is. It’s autumn orange. It gives off a warm feeling along with joy whenever I look at it. Just like whenever I look at you. It reminds me of you.”

Your eyes lit up at his words and your cheeks flushed. That...may or may not be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you. Plus, it sounded very genuine. A warm feeling swirled your insides and a sincere smile danced across your lips. Who knew that an alien from outer space could be one of the most caring people (er- robot) you knew.

“Whoa, I definitely wasn’t expecting that answer. I didn’t know you had a sappy side.” You lightly joke. “But, thank you. That was really nice of you to say. And you should show your sappy side more often.”

“Heh, I’ll think about it.”

You then raised a hand to your mouth and let out a yawn. Optimus was able to catch it and moved his rear view mirror towards you once more.

“Am I boring you already?” He asked in a fake yet barely noticeable betrayed voice. There was a hint of amusement sprinkled onto there.

And you snapped out of your sleepy trance and sat up straight, all alerted. “Wha- no no no! It was just a yawn! I’m not-”

Your words were cut off when you heard laughter from him. Yeah sure, you’ve heard him chuckle before, but an actual laugh coming from him was quite rare. You laughed along with him until it died down.

“Alright, little one. Go on and get some rest. I’ll wake you up once we get to the gas station.”

You lied down along the seats on your back and closed your eyes. As your drowsiness was pulling you into slumber, you heard the radio turn on as lofi music played on a soft volume. Now this was most definitely making you sleepy. Soon enough, you were knocked out. Optimus silently hoped that they could stay like this for at least a very long time. With the both of you in peace, traveling in the middle of nowhere while relaxing lofi hip hop was playing in the background. Yet another moment that he gets to cherish for as long as he gets to live.

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[nights-legacy]

Spooked Teleportation-Todoroki

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+Y/N has a ghost quirk that she does not have complete control over yet. Y/N is a relatively quiet girl that has been able to get close to Todoroki from the beginning. One day, during training, Todoroki spooks her accidentally causing her quirk activate out of her control, teleporting them somewhere. This cause her to over use her quirk.

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“Oi! Spectra! Do you have your part of the project on you?” Bakugo yelled across the room. I lifted my head up from Todoroki’s desk and thought for a second.

“Yeah I do.”

“Good. I need to check on something. Give ‘em to me.” He walked over to my desk with his hand out. I shared a look with Todoroki who rolled his eyes.

“Give me a second.” I turned around and dug into my bag before finding it. I handed it to him and he turned around, walking away. I chuckled before turning back to Todoroki. He was working on his homework and I just watched as he wrote stuff down.

“What?” He asked, darting his eyes up to look at me before looking back at his paper. I shool my head meaning nothing. He nodded before focusing on his work. I was naturally quiet so he accepted my answer. I was also really bored so I started to mess with my ‘ghost magic’ as Bakugo calls it, making a pen float around.

“Doot do-do.” I messed around. I made the pen do tricks in the air, not really paying attention to much else.

“L/N.” Todoroki called gently. I jumped with an eep and the pen dropped right on his paper, where he was writing. I covered my mouth as he immediately stopped writing. He looked up at me again through his eyelashes.

“Sorry.” I yelped. A smile broke out on his face before he chuckled setting down his pencil.

“Having fun?” He asked, leaning on his arms looking at me. I smiled, dropping my hands into my lap. I laughed, blushing and nodding. He shook his head before picking up the pen and holding it out to me. I nodded and he dropped his hand, the pen staying in midair. “There we go. It’s good practice.”

“Thanks.” I leant on his desk again and with both went back to what we were doing. I was lost in my playing until someone else spoke up.

“You know it’s sexy when you use your quirk.” Mineta popped up next to me. I yelped, sending the pen flying and looking down at him.

“Hey, who threw that?” Kaminari yelled.

“I mean it’s really, really attractive.” I looked at him appalled and embarrassed. He was staring at me intently. I looked between him and Todoroki before disappearing from the room completely. I teleported to the hallway, shaken and uncomfortable. I heard yelling in the room from Bakugo, Kirishima, and Todoroki before I heard Mineta scream in fear.

“Maybe you should chill for a minute or two.” I heard Todoroki saw and I covered my mouth to not burst out laughing.

“You can come back in, L/N.” I looked to my left and saw Aizawa-sensei stepping out of the doorway. I nodded and ghosted back in. I laughed when I saw Mineta ‘chilling’ in a block of ice. I looked at Todoroki but he was just casually sitting there doing his work again.

“Wow.” I whispered before turning towards Kami. “Sorry, Kaminari. I didn’t meant to chuck the pen at you.” His head popped up and whipped around towards me.

“It’s alright. I understand!” He said before tossing the pen back to me.

“Okay class. Go get changed and head out to the training fields.” Aizawa instructed. We all started putting away our things before getting up to leave. “Oh and Todoroki, you may want to thaw out Mineta so he can join us. Just a thought…a mild suggestion.”

“Alright.” A thud of his body hitting the floor made a wet plop. He groaned out before getting up himself.

The rest of our day was spent with one on one training or by ourselves. Back and forth really. I was just happy Mineta was leaving me alone. I spent most of time by myself since I still didn’t completely trust my quirk. I was standing messing with my energy beam, ray thingy. I was get frustrated and tired. I took a breath to try and calm myself. I was just about to try again when a hand was placed on my shoulder.

“L/N, do you need…”

“Ahh!” I got scared and accidentally teleported. As soon as I landed and was solid again, I felt the other person was still with me. I felt them stumble before gaining their balance just as I collapsed.

“Hey, hey.” Someone caught me before I hit the ground. My head was spinning and I couldn’t see straight but I could see red and white hair. Todoroki moved us both to the ground, setting my head in his lap. My vision and head cleared but exhaustion set in. “Are you alright?”

“I’m exhausted. I just…” I set my hands on my head. I couldn’t form words very easily right now. I looked up at him and saw worry in his eyes.

“Okay, sh. Just rest.” He said, looking around us. I did too to see that we were nowhere near the school.

“Shit, I’m sorry Todoroki.” I apologized, silently chiding myself.

“Stop.” He said. I looked up at him surprised and confused. “I know what you are thinking and you need to stop. This isn’t your fault and it’s not that bad.”

“Yes it is. I should have been able to control my quirk.” I said sitting up. I got up to my feet but my knees gave and my head spun again. I felt Todoroki grab me before I could even start to fall. He brought me down into his lap, setting my head on his shoulder.

“Stay down.” He said before checking me over entirely. “What has you so exhausted? I have never seen you act this way over your quirk like this.”

“I have never teleported more than myself. You with me took a lot out of me I guess.” I told him feeling my whole body grow heavier with the exhaustion. “Todoroki, I’m feeling really tired.”

“Rest.” That was all he said before he pulled out his phone. I didn’t completely listen but could tell he was calling Aizawa-sensei. I was half asleep when I heard someone walk up on us. I opened my eyes to see Aizawa kneeling next to us.

“Are you both alright?” He asked. Todoroki answered and explained what had happened. They both helped me sit up before standing. I held onto both of their arms as they walked me to a car. My exhaustion wasn’t getting any better and before I knew it I was passing out, falling into Todoroki.

I awoke some time later in my own bed in my dorm. I yawned as I sat up looking around. I noticed the night sky out my balcony doors. Another thing I noticed was that the balcony doors were open, curtains billowing in the breeze. I got up and took a few steps towards it to see the bi-colored haired boy leaning against the railing.

“Todoroki?” He looked over his shoulder at me.

“You’re awake.” He turned towards me as I came out. “How are you feeling?”

“I have a small headache but otherwise I’m okay.” I said, leaning on the railing myself. I took a big breath looking up into the stars. “Thank you for helping me. That was kind of scary.”

“It was my pleasure. You are my friend. I would never let anything come to hurt you.” He said. I smiled before jumping at the sound of Bakugo’s voice yelling.

“DEKU!”

“My god.” I looked at Todoroki with a chuckle. “He is on the other side of the building and two floors up yet we can still hear him. That’s hilarious.”

“Very much. I have to hear that all the time though.”

“Oh that’s right. Your room is above his.” I sucked in air and gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry.” He shrugged.

“I have learned to block him out quite easily.” He said before we fell into comfortable silence, listening to the sound of the city beyond the school gates. “You scared me today. I thought you were seriously hurt. I was…worried.” He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. His gaze was on my hand while he rubbed circles with his thumb.

“You were worried about me?” I said.

“Mm-hmm.” He nodded. He held my hand tighter. “I care very much for you.” He brought my hand up and kissed it. “So much.”

“Todoroki…” I whispered before smiling and blushing. I looked down before setting my head on his shoulder. I threaded my fingers threw his to intertwine our hands.

“I should get back to my room and let you rest some more. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” He said softly. I sighed.

“Alright but…can we stay like this for a little longer?” I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He smiled.

“Of course but only for a little longer.” He said wrapping his arm around me. “It’s a little cold out. I need to keep you warm.” He said as I tucked my head under his chin. I sighed and nodded, relaxing into his arms.todo

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