#his hair is so floofy and much more big and round

[cursed-elo-images]

@chad-jeff-lynne WOW LOOK IT’S JEFF LYNNE!!! He’s so amazing!!! My favorite songs he sang are his cover of “Locomotion”, and others include “Bohemian Rhapsody”, “Space Oddity”, and “Yellow Submarine”. He is my favorite Led Zeppelin member!

#joke post #grand funk railroad #don brewer #electric light orchestra #honestly though he does remind me of Jeff Lynne a bit #his hair is so floofy and much more big and round #he doesn’t have a beard but his long sideburns also evoke the beard look if you will #it’s so funny and it makes him likeable #when I discovered him I literally couldn’t help but find him to be so silly because of that hair #round man #it was so hilarious #I’m not even into this band that much like I am with Elo but the song locomotion which they did cover btw really does make me want to dance #it’s not even sad but it also sometimes makes me cry especially in the electric guitar solo in the middle #it makes me imagine I’m in the 70s and I’m dancing to that song with my friends #cough cough this also includes my favorite rock musicians cough cough #like uh #freddie mercury #jeff lynne #melvyn gale #yeahhh uhhh im definitely a bizarre individual

[nrrrdgrrrl2002]

Ranking the 2012 main 6 designs from favorite to least favorite

1. Raph

I love this design. From the neon green eyes to the dark red mask to the jade green skin to the chipped shell to his more lean, blocky body type and the fact he’s smol. 10/10. Wouldn’t change a thing.

2. Donnie

Another 10/10. I love his reddish brown eyes that contrast his lilac mask. The gap tooth is a must for Donnie’s to me now. I love how his light forest green skin makes him look pale to signify how he doesn’t go out of his lab that much. They really found the perfect mix of skinny and round with him and his egg head.

3. Mikey

10/10. He was made to be adorable and it worked amazingly. I love that his colors have a calm sunny tone with his light orange mask and yellow green skin. The baby blue eyes are such a nice contrast with this but also fit perfectly with their calm tone. I love his mask tails so much and the freckles are so cute and a must for Mikey designs to me now. I love the detail in the artbook that his shell is more loose because he still needs to grow into it.

4. Leo

Imma go with 8/10 for 2 reasons. One. His eye color. I know Leo’s kind of supposed to have a basic design and it fits his character but it bugs me to no end that his eyes are the same shade of blue as his mask. This could’ve easily been fixed by giving him dark brown eyes. Brown eyes are super common, it’s a nice contrast to his mask and it’s a subtle parallel to saki. Second. His lack of scars after the season 2 finale. I get they’d probably have to make a new model but it would’ve been such amazing visual storytelling if we could see scars on his knee and throat and actually see his cracked shell that Mikey mentioned. It would’ve shown how, despite “healing” from those injuries, that day will always affect him.

5. Casey

This is probably a shocker to anyone who knows how much I love Casey, but I would rate his design at a 6/10. I was originally gonna put him higher than Leo but I put him here for one big reason: his design creeps me out. I love this boy. His clothes, his color scheme, his freckles, his face shape and nose are all really great and creative design choices. So what bugs me about him? His teeth, his hair and his stature. Casey is amazing, but he is a victim of the uncanny valley. I think the missing teeth was a great touch, but the teeth we DO see are way too realistic and not at the same time. To the point I have to look away if I see a picture of him where his teeth are visible. Why didn’t they give him the Barbie teeth the others have? Why? Second. His hair. I know. He’s the type of guy who would think axe body spray can substitute a shower, so it’s realistic that his hair is flat with grease, but, and this is a personal opinion, it doesn’t vibe with his character. Casey is a very wild person. To me, it makes more sense if his hair was more floofy and all over the place. That’s probably just me, though. Last but not least; his stature. Yeah. Him being super super skinny is funny, but it feels like he’s from a different show. Other than certain girl characters, I don’t remember any humans in 2012 having such and exaggerated body type. Please. Keep him skinny. It works for the character, but add a little lean so he doesn’t look like pearl from Steven universe. Again. This is probably just me cause the people I’ve talked to about it seem to like how skinny he is.

6. April

Aprillll. My gurl. I’m so sorry 😭. You’re such an interesting character, you don’t deserve this 4/10 design. Where do I start? Let’s go with her outfit cause everyone roasts it. It’s bad. It’s baaaaaaddddd.

They had so many cute outfits for her in the concept art why was THIS the final choice??

I know everyone complains about the outfit so imma summarize. Real clothes like hers don’t wrap around your body like a skinsuit. I know layers were popular at the time but there’s a trick to it. Casey knows how to do it well. April does not. Also I hate the uggs.

Moving on to….

Her hair and eye color

Hoo boy

I’m not gonna complain too much about how her hair is animated cause, I get it. 2012 tv cgi animation. Not that great for hair.

I AM gonna complain about her hair color though. It is WAY too orange to be natural, and yet it is. April being a redhead is iconic but that vibrant of an orange doesn’t fit her character. If anything, they should’ve given it a pinker tone to tie to her kraang origins.

Next Is her eye color. I know some people say her eyes are too big, but I like it along with her round face and freckles. One problem. Combine those with her insanely orange hair and baby blue eyes and she looks too much like Mikey. Again. They should’ve made her eyes mutagen green blue or kraang to subtly tie to her kraang origins which leads me to my last complaint;

If she is half kraang, her design should tie to that. You don’t have to give her kraang tentacles and full fangs from the get go, but something as simple as a color scheme change would’ve done her so much good.

Just like Irma saying she’s allergic to gluten doesn’t seem like it means anything until after the twist is revealed, april having pinkish red hair and green eyes wouldn’t be thought about until after the twist. Then, because the show stopped caring about april having a double life between being a normal girl and a kunoichi, you could have the crystal arc give her pinkish skin and kraang tentacles.

Aprils not a bad character, but dear lord does she need a redesign.

Alrighty! Now. How would y’all rank the main 6s designs from your fav to least fav and why?

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donatello #tmnt 2012 casey jones #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 april #tmnt 2012 mikey

[greeneyezblackheart]

Okay, my turn 😂. One of my FAVORITE boys at the moment is Jake E. Lee, Ozzy's guitarist. He is ADORABLE, I swear. His floofy brown hair and his smile...he's precious. 🥺

He's baby 🥺. He's so talented, too. He is one of the greatest guitarists, in my opinion. I have a lead guitarist problem, lol. Brunette, lead guitarists are everything. 💛

I love Jake and Warren DeMartini's friendship. They were roommates for a while, shortly before Ratt hit it big. In this podcast episode I was listening to, Warren said that he and Jake used to stay up all night playing guitar. At one point, Warren was working on Round And Round while Jake was working on Bark At The Moon. That almost gives me chills to think about- two legendary songs of the 80s being created in the same room...wow. Plus, those boys are both just 🥺💘.

Ohhh, he IS very pretty. 😍

Ok, you wanna know something? I know next to nothing about Ozzy and his band. I am just not that familiar. I could probably name one or two of his band members, if I thought real hard, and of course, I know Ozzy was in Black Sabbath, but other than that, I don’t know much about him. I know (and like) a handful of Ozzy/Black Sabbath songs, but not too many. I should remedy that soon, huh? Maybe I will. 😁

So you know a lot more about the Prince of Darkness than I do, lol. 😆 I think that’s real cool.

Oh, and we are in agreement here—brunette guitarists ARE EVERYTHING! 🖤

#ozzy osbourne #jake e lee #hannah 🍌 #my southern sis 🧡 #shells rambles 💭

[ptergwen]

hi I saw your requests were open if there not anymore you can completely ignore this :). but could you do a boyfriend!peter x reader where he loves it when reader gives him those little kisses on his nose and freckles with head scratches please. feel free to change or completely ignore this <3

thousands of tiny stars

pretend i haven’t used this

warnings: a couple suggestive jokes but the rest is just floofy fluff

a/n: i got carried away as per usual and i did end up changing it a tiny bit :/ emphasis on tiny tho lmfhsjfh you’ll see ! either way i hope you enjoy mwah

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one thing about peter is that he absolutely can’t sit still under any given circumstances. he’s restless, like a burning ball of energy that’s brightness never dims.

because of this, he tries to and needs to keep himself occupied and be kept occupied every second of every day.

it’s sometimes playing with his fingers or your own, which peter prefers because he gets to hold your hand. other times, it’s tapping his favorite pink glitter pen relentlessly against the kitchen table while he conjures up homework answers.

aunt may isn’t very fond of that one.

this time, it’s constantly shuffling about the couch in the name of finding comfort.

peter starts off with an arm around your shoulders and a content grin on his face. you two agreed on mean girls for the first movie of your marathon, your head resting against peter’s chest as the tv steals your attention.

a few minutes in, peter decides he feels like being held rather than holding you. he sneaks his way down your body, lets himself nudge your thighs to wordlessly communicate what he wants. you of course oblige and switch positions accordingly.

peter lays his head in your lap, taking the opportunity to stare up at you instead of at the screen.

he finds himself shifting around again not too much later. now laying on the couch’s armrest on his side, he kicks his feet into your lap where his head just was.

you’re becoming slightly annoyed with his fidgeting. his explanations of sorry, just trying to get comfortable and innocent smiles are what stop you from complaining.

“that’s strike three, parker,” you joke, eyes leaving the movie to fix on him. peter crosses his arms over his chest. “i dunno what you’re talking about, y/l/n,” he insists. “i haven’t done anything remotely strike-worthy so far this evening.”

flicking his sock clad foot, you mutter your response. “debatable.” peter dismisses you with a huff. “whatever. c’mere… i miss you.” he makes grabby hands for you, like the big baby he is.

it’s quite endearing, though.

“i’m right here, pete,” you laugh out and return your gaze to mean girls. “and yet, you’re so far,” peter counters. “come gimme cuddles.”

you sigh lightheartedly, your ever so clingy boyfriend still reaching out for you. a smirk pulls at your lips.

“well, there’s an offer i can’t refuse.”

peter adjusts so he’s sitting criss cross, bouncing excitedly in his spot. his chocolate brown curls fall in all directions, form being swallowed by an oversized stark industries hoodie that he keeps having to roll up the sleeves of.

he looks so soft and snuggly in anticipation of your cuddle session. you can’t believe you were ever annoyed at him.

slightly annoyed.

he’s so eager that when you scoot the tiniest bit towards him, he literally pulls you into his lap. peter’s arms hug you around your lower back, you laughing quietly as he peppers a trail of kisses from your cheek to the side of your neck.

the movie long forgotten about, you wind your arms around his neck and tilt your chin up.

“pete?” you breathe out. peter pecks your cheek once more, then your other, beaming. “yeah, babe?” he wonders. with a half serious half teasing glare, you wonder, “are you comfy now?”

peter ponders your question, and from the skeptical furrowing of his eyebrows and biting of his lip, you have your answer. he’s about to make you regret asking.

it seems that as soon as you settle, peter gets antsy.

“uh, actually…” he strokes his thumb along the underside of your chin, smiling apologetically. “you mind if we lie down? ‘m kinda tired.” there it is. you roll your eyes. “how could you not be? you’ve been playing musical chairs all night.”

your words earn a chuckle from peter, though they’re at his expense. “this’ll be the last round, promise,” peter swears and seals the deal with a kiss to your chin, which is currently grasped between his fingers.

you know it won’t be. the game goes on forever with peter, unless you end it yourself.

“damn right, bug boy. move another inch after this and you can consider your cuddle privileges revoked,” you grumble, getting off of peter’s lap. he stares at you in pure horror, gasping. “you wouldn’t…” “i would,” you correct him.

not aiming to test that theory, peter quickly fumbles around and lays flat against the cushions. he wills himself to be stiff as a board. you seem satisfied with that, climbing on top of him with your face hovering above his.

peter sets his hands on your hips, grip strong. he closes the space between you both with a short kiss. you reciprocate and deepen it, turning short to long as your parted lips slot with his. his tongue darts out, already skimming over your bottom lip for more access.

you hum into his mouth and allow his tongue to slide in. peter kisses you so tenderly as he rubs circles on your hips, your fingers tangling in his locks simultaneously. you weave them up to his roots, using your nails to gently scratch at his scalp just the way he likes. he breaks the kiss to let out a noise close to a moan.

“that- that… oh, god yeah,” peter praises, his eyes fluttering closed. you’re amused at how easily pleased he is. “don’t cream your pants yet, pete. i’m just getting started,” you purr. peter squeezes your hips in response. “feels better than an orgasm, babe. i’m serious, too,” he murmurs.

you continue your handiwork in his hair and lean in for another kiss. peter merely pecks your lips before jerking away.

“wait, hold that thought,” he exhales a breathy laugh. “i gotta pee.”

he has to be kidding. again with this?

“oh no, you don’t,” you deadpan, pushing against his shoulders to hold him down. “oh yes, i do,” peter retorts. “let me go, y/n/n.”

peter could definitely slither out from underneath you if he truly wanted to. he has super strength, so the might of his teenage girlfriend doesn’t quite compare.

pinning him in place, you straddle his waist. “nope, you’re gonna stay. i’m not giving you a choice in the matter.” peter attempts to pry you off of him, but you won’t budge. “y/n, my bladder is gonna explode-“

he cuts himself off with a giggle when your lips begin to attack him. you kiss down the bridge of his nose lightly, peck each freckle dotting his skin, and the amount of them is infinite. peter’s fit of giggles continues as you smooch that pretty face of his, his cheeks dusted pink and hands coming up to support you by your sides.

he’s always been a little insecure about his freckles. they don’t suit him, there are too many of them, blah blah blah. you obviously couldn’t disagree more. you think they’re sick.

you’d once even told him they look like thousands of tiny stars, and peter does love stars. he also loves the kisses you tend to randomly surprise him with to remind him to appreciate his freckles the same way you do.

“okay, okay! i’ll stay!” peter concedes, you ruffling his hair and pressing a final kiss to the tip of his nose. he grins despite himself, and secretly wishes you wouldn’t stop. “but, if my kidneys fail… it’s on you.”

you pat his chest definitively.

“good thing you’re a fast healer.”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker smut #peter parker au #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction

[lord-multifandom-murder]

Ok! My first request! And I AM SO SORRY TO THE NONNIE WHO REQUESTED THIS BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR MESSAGE PLS DON'T KILL ME!

Anyways, the nonnie requested a George x reader with an argument and fluff at the end, so here we go!

Time to spend (George Weasley x reader)

A/N: Oh boy, I'm so sorry, this was the best I could come up with! I just can't find a reason to fight with this cinnamon roll of a boi.....but I hope you like this!

Summary: George hasn't been spending time with you, and you're getting frustrated

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, a lil angst, so much fluff at the end it could be a super floofy cat or smth, (not very proofread writing??)

Requests are OPEN!

You sighed tiredly, looking at your watch. This was the 7th time George came late for a date. And knowing him, he'd only come really late into the hour, which would end up with you only walking back with him to the castle.

You were tired of being treated like this. But, you decided to wait a while longer at the Three Broomsticks for him to show up. "Y/N!" called a voice. Aha. You turn around to see your boyfriend hurrying towards you.

"Darling, I'm so sorry that I'm late! I got caught up with Fred and I-"

"Lost track of time?" you finished, looking at him. "W-what?" he questions, noticing the look on your face.

"George," you sigh. "I'm tired of waiting for you to turn up for a date! This is the 7th time and I can't keep doing this!" you say loudly, drawing the attention of a few people in the pub, along with Madam Rosmerta.

"Y/N, I'm really sorry! I promise that I won't be late the next time!"

"George, you've said that many times. And what happened on the next date? We only walked back to the castle! We didn't even get to spend time together!" you snap. George opened his mouth to speak again, but you cut him off.

"You know what, George? I'm going to go back to Hogwarts. Alone. I can't keep being patient, you know. All I wanted was to spend time with you, and if you think that your pranks are more important than me, you should've thought twice before deciding to date me" you say quietly.

"Y/N, wait-," he said, but you walked out of the pub. He sighs, watching you storm off, and sat down in your chair. Madam Rosmerta walked over and sat in the chair opposite him with a sympathetic expression.

"Firewhisky?" she offers. George looked at her surprised for a minute, because she usually wouldn't offer it to Hogwarts students. But, he nodded all the same. "Sure. Go crazy," he mumbles.

You were walking down the street to the castle and made it past the school gates when you reminisced on what you had said. You sighed frustratedly, regretting your words. You scolded yourself, reminding that George just wanted to spend time with his twin, who had been with him longer than you'd ever be.

But then another voice popped up. Sure, he just wanted to spend time with Fred, but he had already promised you! And all the times you've been late for a date are much less than his, it reasoned.

You shake your head and huffed, speeding up your pace. You soon reach the Gryffindor Common Room and met the Fat Lady. You mumbled the password and climbed through the hole.

You're met with the Trio, who was already expecting the outcome of the date, and waited for you to return. Harry raises his eyebrows and observes you with his green eyes as you flop into a comfy armchair with an exaggerated groan. "George was late again?" asks Ron.

"Mhm," you mumble, rubbing your eyes and looking at your friends. Hermione looked at you sympathetically and said "George will come around, don't worry,"

You sigh. "I don't really think so. I yelled at him at the pub.....,"

Ron winced. "Ah, well then I guess you'll have to wait,"

"Ron!" snapped Hermione sharply. "What?" he asks obliviously. Hermione sighs and shakes her head. "Don't listen to him, Y/N. He'll come round soon," she reassures.

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The next morning, you walk down for breakfast and you see George sitting with his twin, looking tired. You avoid eye-contact with him and sit in between Ron and Hermione. You look sideways and see George looking at you, and you notice that his hair was messy and his eyes were half-open. You turn away and talk to Harry about the day's classes.

For the whole day, you and George didn't exchange a single word. When you walked into the Gryffindor Common Room, you're met with the redhead, who was sitting on the floor with his forehead on his knees in front of your dorm staircase.

You wanted to ignore him, but he looked a little off. He wasn't with Fred......you didn't even see him. You sighed and walked towards George and squatted in front of him. You tap his head with your finger. "George," you whisper. "Are you asleep?"

George lifted his head and looked at you, with tired eyes. You open his mouth to say something, but he attacked you in a hug. "I'm sorry," you hear him mumble. "It's fine, Georgie," you say, returning the hug. "I really shouldn't have been late!" he says. "Yes, you shouldn't have," you answer.

"You have every right to be mad at me!"

"Yes, I have," you say, amused.

"Are you going to keep agreeing with everything I say?!" he whines.

"Yep, I will," you answer, laughing when he let out another whine.

You stand up, leaving him on the floor. He pouts up at you and you roll your eyes. "What happened to you, really?" you question. "You're acting like you have a hangover!"

George looked sheepish for a minute. "That's because I do have one. I.....drank a bit of firewhisky when you left," he mumbles. "What?" you say, a smile playing on your face. "Madam Rosmerta offered me some. If I didn't know any better, she might've spiked it if I hadn't drank so much," he complains.

You laugh. "Alright, you big baby. Get up. D'you want to cuddle?" At that, George shot up, wincing slightly from his headache. Up in his dorm, he put on a pair of sweatpants and just tugging his shirt off, flopping on his bed, groaning at the pain.

You roll your eyes as you wear some shorts of yours that George (somehow) had, and a shirt of his, before settling under the covers and turning to your side to face him. "I'm sorry," you whisper. "Why?" he asks, turning over to look at you.

"I shouldn't have been so angry," you say. "You wanted to hang out with your brother, and I shouldn't get in the way. You just wanted to spend some time with him."

"What? No, Y/N, I should've paid more attention to the time! Fred kept reminding me not to be late, and would you look at that, I was late!"

You sigh. "Alright, alright, let's not start arguing about who was more wrong here, okay? We've made up," you reason.

"Right," George says. "Okay then, are you going to make my headache feel better?" he pouts, giving you adorable puppy-dog eyes. You roll your eyes but open your arms, and he happily wiggles into them, resting his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms under your waist.

You kiss his forehead. "I love you," he mumbles quietly. "I love you too, you headache," you answer. You hear him give a huff, and you laugh quietly, knowing that everything was going to be fine now.

Well, hope you enjoyed it! (Feedback is always appreciated!)

#george weasley x reader #george weasley fluff #george weasley angst #george weasley x reader fluff #request reads #george weasley x reader angst #hp fanfics #harry potter fanfiction

[storyofmychoices]

Welcome Home, Jovie!

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (OC) Other Characters: Keiki Lahela, animal shelter volunteer Book: Open Heart  Rating/Warning: General *Fluff*; brief mention to animal neglect Word Count: ~1,450 Prompt: Mango: @choicesaugustchallenge ; @choicesbookclub OPH Book 2

Synopsis: Olivia, Bryce, and Keiki head to a local animal shelter to rescue a pup and give him or her their fur-ever home.

A/N: I had every intention of giving these three a bunny, but #TeamDoggo won the vote.

"I still think we should get a hedgehog." Keiki crossed her arms as she got out of the car.

"I can't help it if people like dogs best," Bryce gloated, pleased that his Pictagram post had received the most likes and comments, cementing the choice for their future pet. "Besides, what would you even do with a hedgehog?"

"Take adorable photos," Keiki interjected. "Did you even look at the recent ones I sent you? They made him a little tent and set up a campsite for him. It's the most adorable thing ever! Think of all the precious photoshoots we could have!"

"No."

Oliva's lips pressed together in sympathy, wrapping her arm around Keiki's shoulder supportively. "They really were adorable. Maybe one day."

"I guess," she sighed, her posture slumping. Her eyes widened, turning her attention to Bryce. "It's just that... after you left, I was all alone." Her voice dropped somberly. "I didn't have anyone to talk to or play with—it was just me. I had to pretend a lot. Looking at all the cute hedgehog pictures gave me something to hold on to with the hope that one day I could have one of my own. Since owning a hedgehog in Hawaii is illegal, I thought here my dream could finally come true."

His face softened, taking in his sister's requests.

"I guess some dreams are meant to be broken." She sniffled, wiping away a single tear, and then turned into Olivia.

"Bryce!" Olivia appealed, gesturing to his crying sister in her arms.

He exhaled noisily, running his fingers through his hair. It was the least he could do to make up for leaving her all those years ago. "Ughhh. Fine. If it means that much to you, then maybe we can—"

"Oh my god, really?!" She turned quickly, her tone rising instantaneously.

His gaze narrowed on her overly cheerful appearance and noticeable lack of tears. "Wait. Did you just make that up?"

"What? No! Why would I do that?" She rambled defensively.

"You were this close!" He held out his fingers to demonstrate. "Close, but not close enough, Keiks. Now, let's go meet our new dog!" Bryce moved eagerly toward the shelter.

"Did you really make it up?" Olivia lowered her voice as she and Keiki followed closely behind.

"I might have embellished and taken some creative liberties." She shrugged. "It was worth a try."

"Have you considered auditioning for the school play?" Olivia looked at her in bewilderment.

Keiki's lips turned up, and her face brightened. "It's crossed my mind."

"A dog will be fun!" Olivia nudged her cheerfully. "And don't forget, we still all get a say in which dog we adopt. You might just find one you love!"

The three had researched nearby shelters and looked online for available dogs. There were too many choices, so they settled on some criteria to help narrow their search. Despite the adorability factor of puppies, they decided a puppy needs more time, attention, and training than they currently have to give. They also limited their search to small and medium dog breeds. Big dogs are floofy and fun but need more room than is available in their apartment. With this focus, they found an animal shelter just outside of Boston that had several potential matches.

Despite all three of them initially wanting different types of pets, the moment they entered the shelter, they were like kids in a candy store. Olivia and Keiki cooed merrily at each pup they saw, their eyes growing impossibly large, taking in all the adorableness around them. The rounds of affection pleased each of the pets they greeted, happy to have attention. Bryce's eyes glowed as he moved more thoughtfully and purposefully, looking for just the right surfing companion.

"Aww!" Olivia fell to her knees beside a cage with a scrappy, tan dog. "You're so cute!"

The two-year-old mutt tilted its head to the side, looking up at her.

"Keiki! Over here! Look at this sweet girl!" Olivia covered her mouth as her eyes grew wider. Her tone quickly shifted as she cooed at the curious canine. "Yes, that's you. You're a sweet girl, aren't you, Mango."

The dog yipped in response, her tongue hanging out to the side of her mouth as she panted contentedly.

"Ohmygosh! She's adorable!" Keiki knelt beside Olivia, putting her hand up to the metal bars. A smile grew across her features as the dog licked her fingers.

"Aww," the two girls sounded in unison. Their high-pitched cheer brought Bryce to their side.

"What even is it?" His brow arched at the smallish-medium dog.

Olivia gestured to the sign attached to the corner of the cage. "It says Mango is a spaniel mix/breed unknown."

His lips pursed, not as taken by the dog as them. "I don't know."

Before he could protest further, one of the shelter volunteers was beside them. "She's a great choice! Mango came to us a couple of months ago from unfortunate living conditions. She had been neglected and was malnourished. But, she's a trooper. She's recovered wonderfully. Would you like to meet her?"

"Yes!" Olivia blurted out. Her teeth showing as she smiled brightly. "I mean—yes, please. Thank you." She breathed, trying to contain her enthusiasm.

"Come on, girl," the volunteer directed as he opened the cage door.

The honey-colored dog poked its head out apprehensively, sniffing the air cautiously.

Bryce sat beside his sister, holding his hand out for the dog.

"It's okay," Keiki offered.

Mango inched her way forward, looking between the humans staring at her. Her head tilted to the side, her tail wagging tentatively as they continued speaking quietly to her. Feeling more courageous, the pup bounced up, hopping into Olivia's lap.

She roared with laughter, her head falling back as the eager dog licked her cheek.

"Liv! She loves you!!!" Keiki gently ran her fingers down the dog's back, moving closer.

As if on cue, Mango turned her attention to Keiki, looking to offer her affection to the next human. "She's amazing!"

Bryce tried to keep a straight face, but as Mango made her round to him, his face softened.

She dropped down playfully in front of him. Her front paws fell low to the ground as her hindquarters raised; her tail swooshed happily in the air.

"What? You want to play?" His voice was light as he leaned down to her.

Mango barked and spun around in a circle before resuming her jovial stance.

He slid his hands down her back, capturing her vibrating tail.

She followed his movements, barking and turning to try to catch him.

Olivia's squeal of excitement pulled his attention from the dog. "You love her, too!"

He sighed half-heartedly. "Do I even have a choice?"

Olivia turned toward Keiki; their matching smiles showed they had already made their decision. "Technically, yes, but since there are two of us, and one of you... there's no point."

"We're really going to adopt a dog named Mango?"

"Why not?" Keiki defended. "They're delicious!"

"Exactly! They're a fruit! Not a dog," he insisted.

"We named her Mango. She didn't come with a name," the worker interrupted. "When she first arrived, one of the things we found she loved most was mangoes. That little girl couldn't get enough of them."

"See! There's a good reason," Keiki argued. "It's fine. You'll get used to it."

"If the name is troubling you, should you adopt her, you could change her name," the volunteer suggested.

"That won't confuse her?" Bryce questioned.

"Dogs are resilient and highly intelligent. Many of our adoptees end up with new names. Dogs of any age can learn a new name in as little as a few days to a week."

"Hmm," Bryce considered.

"Belle?" Olivia suggested immediately.

"Honey?" Keiki offered quickly.

"Princess."

"Sweetie."

"Fluffy."

"Snookums"

"Smushie!"

"Mr. Fluffikins!"

"It's a girl," Bryce interrupted the girl's back and forth.

Keiki shrugged. "I stand by the suggestion."

Olivia watched as the dog pranced between the three of them, her body fluttering with joy under their attention. "What about Jovie?"

"Like Bon Jovi?" Bryce questioned.

"No, Jovie, like jovial. She's so cheerful despite everything that she's been through. She hasn't let her bring her down."

"Aww! That's adorable, Liv!" Keiki agreed. "I like it. She'll bring us all joy too."

"Is this going to be a thing now? I'm continuously outvoted?" Bryce grumbled apathetically, feigning protest.

"Well, you are going to be living with three girls," Olivia smirked. "I'd get used to it if I were you."

His gaze narrowed toward her, as she winked in reply. There were certainly worse things to happen than being surrounded by three females that he happened to adore.

The decision had been made.

"Welcome Home, Jovie." Olivia scooped the dog in her arms, letting the affectionate pup pepper her face in kisses.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story. Tags will be in a reblog, please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed.

A/N2: Holland Roden is my Olivia face claim; her dog Fievel will be Jovie's face claim.

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela x oc #keiki lahela #open heart #open heart 2 #open heart 3 #playchoices #choices #fan fiction #pictagram edit #jovie #olivia hadley #bryce x olivia #fc: holland roden #oph book club

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hybrids

Canada – This man would be a Timber wolf hybrid. He has that strong sense of pack and loyalty. He would kill for his pack and work had to defend it. If you go off the stereotypical and the often-used fictional version of wolf hierarchy then he would be the alpha.

Matt’s fur would be thick and mid-length. It has slight curls and is the same color as his hair. His ears stand straight most of the time, but often move when he is feeling extreme emotions. His tail hardly wags, but on occasion, they will move slightly. Just a small wag. It's kinda cute to watch.

Russia – Kamchatka Brown Bear, mostly because when I think of Viktor and an animal, all I see is a bear. This man is very smart and so are bears. Whereas he uses his smarts to defend what is his. It's not uncommon for him to leave those intruding on his territory near the borders to show what happens to trespassers.

Viktor has small, rounded ears and a small round tail. He doesn’t express as much emotion as other hybrids, but if you look closely sometimes you can catch something twitching or moving. It looks so cute, but the real danger of any bear hybrid is its claws. His huge hands have even bigger black claws. Each claw is huge and could do serious damage if they were to slash someone.

Sweden – Swedish Moose. Just like the moose, he is tall, and he is very territorial. He stands there proud, looking happy, showing off his antlers, and then someone steps a little too close to his herd. That person will more than likely not survive.

He is built more like a centaur and it makes him a lot taller than his human self, which is already tall. His fur is lighter, much like his blond hair, but it has some small patches of white near the bottom of his legs. His antlers are off-white and he is very proud of their size. He is always disappointed when they fall off.

Greece – He’s a floofy boi. This hybrid is a big bad Greek Shepard. Unlike most, with black and white coloring, Greece has brown coloring. He often is found working, whether it is herding sheep or getting farm chores done. He is happy to fulfill his master’s wishes, but he is quick to try and change the relationship to where he dominates if he sees weakness.

He wants to be in control and work. If he can do both and have people working his way it's a plus. He believes that his way will work better. So why shouldn’t he be the master and you follow his order?

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p canada #2p sweden #2p russia #2p greece #2p mythical

[mymoonagedaydream]

A Loki x reader would be great please. Maybe something where the reader isn’t really an avenger but is somehow really close with one member, so she visits a lot and is kind to Loki but at the same time doesn’t take any of his crap?

The New Guy

Summary: You were just about at the end of your rope with Natasha’s friends- until you met the newest addition to the compound

Pairing: Loki x y/n

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Language, floofy

Author's Note: Thank you for the request anon :) I really enjoyed writing this one 

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Natasha had invited you for drinks at the compound again. God help you. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy spending time with her, you just really didn’t fit in with her work friends. They were all jacked up super soldiers with no interest in talking about anything other than their work- as soon as they found out you’d never been in a fight and you didn't have any personal firearm preferences, they had very little time for you. 

When you arrived they were all sprawled out on the sofas, looking as intimidating as usual, already half-cut on whatever Thor was handing out. You were offered some but Nat quickly swatted it away, assuring you that one sip would leave you absolutely paralytic. 

The usual conversations happened, about missions and combat and god knows what else, until the party inevitably degenerated into the boys finding excuses to make each other take shots. You eventually managed to retreat to the kitchen, claiming that you were going to grab another drink but really just needing a break from the frat party you'd found yourself in the middle of. 

Opening a beer and flopping against the counter, you rubbed your forehead wearily. In future you were definitely only hanging out with Nat at your place. 

Light footsteps padded into the kitchen. You glanced up to see a man you didn't recognise with pale, almost translucent skin and jet-black hair falling onto his shoulders. He stopped suddenly when he saw you. 

'Hi.' You smiled politely. He stared at you silently for a second, looking a little puzzled. 'Oh I'm y/n, Nat's friend.' 

'Loki. Charmed.' His voice was deep and smooth, sending faint goosebumps down your arm. 

His gaze lingered on you just a beat too long as he passed you to get to the fridge, then scanning his eyes over the contents and making a series of disgusted noises.

Glancing back over to the sofas, you figured that they probably weren’t missing you, so there was really no need to hurry back. Besides, this guy had really piqued your curiosity. 

'Do you work for Stark too?' 

His shoulders tensed up slightly and he gave an exasperated chuckle, before turning round to shoot you a gaze that could cut metal. 

'Do I look like I work for him?'

The words were coated in a confusing mix of amusement and annoyance. You thought it was a pretty reasonable question, since he seemed to be living in the compound, so you weren't about to start backtracking. 

'Honestly, yeah. Kind of.’ He smirked and narrowed his eyes at you. ‘You've got a bit of a vampire thing going on, seems like a niche that Tony hasn't filled yet.'

'I don’t think I like your tone.’

The side of your mouth curled into a mischievous smile, the temptation to keep teasing him almost overwhelming you, but you managed to fight it. 

'Why are you here then? If you don’t mind me asking.'

‘Apparently I can’t be trusted to function without supervision.’ He reached for a glass and filled it with water, adding under his breath ‘at least in prison I was left alone.’

He started heading back towards the door, but you were pretty keen to elongate this interaction as much as possible, cause it was saving you from one of the worst evenings of your life.

'Not joining the party?' 

Just the words left your mouth, a half-empty empty beer can flew across the room and exploded against the wall. Thor bellowed something you didn't quite catch and the other frat boys started hooting like morons. 

Loki moved his gaze slowly from the freshly-stained wall back over to you. 'I'd rather have my limbs torn off by wolves.'

A long, laboured sigh escaped your lips. ‘Me too.’ 

You rubbed your eyes harshly, waiting to hear the sound of his footsteps retreating from the kitchen, but nothing happened. You dropped your hands and felt your stomach flip when you saw him still standing opposite you, giving you a curious smile. 

‘What was your name again?’

‘Y/n.’ You mumbled, his gaze making you a little nervous.

‘Very nice meeting you y/n.’

Your eyes followed him as he walked out of the kitchen. You were too preoccupied with analysing what’d just happened to notice Nat approaching, squinting at you suspiciously.

‘Oh god, I know that face.’ 

Your eyes flicked over to her, feeling yourself blushing slightly. ‘What face?’

‘Jesus y/n, I've been trying to set you up with Steve for weeks and now suddenly you're interested in Thor’s psychopath brother?.’

‘He seemed nice enough.’

She grabbed a beer out of the fridge, not wavering her irritated stare from your face. ‘He destroyed Manhattan and almost killed all of us.’

‘Ah.’ Your heart sunk a little, but thinking more on it, you realised that something really wasn’t adding up. ‘Wait, why the hell is he here then?’

‘Thor says he's changed.’

‘Oh right… well maybe he has.’ You shrugged and gave her a teasing smile. ‘His brother of all people would know.’

‘You're unbelievable.’

She was probably right. 

Then again, you were a big advocate for giving people a second chance. 

Oh, who were you kidding? With that smile he could have all the fucking chances he wanted.

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It’s true, you had promised yourself that in future you’d only see Nat outside the compound, but now you thought maybe you weren't being fair. Maybe you should give her friends another chance. Maybe if you hang around the compound long enough you might bump into silky voice again. 

Besides, this time it wasn’t just a bunch of dudes getting hammered, it was a freaking garden party. Surely it couldn't degenerate in the same way those other nights did...

You were there for ten minutes before Thor sprayed champagne all over your outfit. 

‘My apologies, friend of Natasha.’ He obviously didn’t remember your name. ‘I think you look better like that anyway.’

You could hear a chorus of sniggering behind you. You had half a mind to just give up and leave, when you felt a hand plant itself on your lower back. 

Loki appeared beside you and passed you a wad of napkins with his free hand. ‘Must you be such a blundering idiot all the time, brother?’ 

‘It’s fine, just an accident.’ You shot Thor a tight smile and wiped the sticky alcohol off your face. As soon as he moved out of earshot, you muttered under your breath. ‘Fucking asshole.’

‘An accurate assessment.’ Loki chuckled before removing his hand and slowly moving to stand opposite you. ‘I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect to see you again.’ 

‘Yeah? Why's that?’

‘You didn't exactly seem like you were enjoying their company.’ 

A dejected grimace spread across your face. ‘Was it that obvious?’

You tried your best to dry your clothes, but they were already stained beyond repair. Sighing in exasperation, you balled up the napkins, tossed them on a nearby table and gave Loki a defeated shrug. 

He shot some daggers over at the gaggle of idiots, still guffawing amongst themselves, before placing a hand softly on your upper arm. 

‘I was about to take a walk through the woods. Perhaps you'd like to join me?’

‘That actually sounds really nice.’ You gave him a faint smile. ‘Thanks.’

Following him into the trees, you checked behind you a few times, only relaxing when the noise of the party started fading into the background.

‘Worried we'll be hunted?’

‘Nope, just don’t want Nat to see us disappear into the forest together.’ He furrowed his brows at you in slight confusion. ‘She made it pretty clear that I should stay away from you.’

‘And yet, here you are, alone with me in the dense wilderness. Maybe you have a deathwish?’

‘Maybe. Or maybe I think your bark is worse than your bite.’ 

You walked together for a while, conversation flowing easily. You weren't sure if it was the fresh air, the smell of champagne or your growing excitement at being alone with Loki, but your head started swimming a little.

Every single guy you'd been with throughout your life had bored you almost to tears, it had just been one meathead after another. Granted, moving straight onto alleged psychopaths probably wasn't ideal, but you were a grown ass adult and you were allowed to make terrible decisions if you felt like it. 

Jesus, maybe you did have a deathwish. 

Coming to a clearing, you both stopped at the edge of a small river crossing your path. There was a short, comfortable silence as you listened to the flowing water, enjoying the peace you’d found in what would otherwise have been a turbulent evening. 

‘I can see why you like this walk.’ You eventually piped up. ‘It must be lovely and peaceful when you're alone.’

He let out a deep, breathy chuckle and turned towards you. ‘I'm actually rather enjoying having some company. Intelligent conversation seems difficult to come by in this place.’

‘Interesting. I can’t possibly imagine why anyone would avoid talking to you.’ 

Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. When you finally dared to turn your head and sneak a look at his face, you were relieved to see that he seemed more amused than offended, narrowed eyes glaring at you above a roguish smirk.

‘Let those halfwits avoid me.’ He raised his arm and tugged at your shoulder, gently turning you round to face him. ‘I take great care when choosing my company.’ 

His hand dropped as he stepped closer, leaving barely an inch between your chests. Your breath hitched and you felt yourself tense up a little, his close proximity eliciting a potent cocktail of anxiety and excitement. 

'Are you frightened?' 

His words were barely a whisper, but they raced down your spine and along your arms like an electric shock, making every part of your body tingle. You shook your head slowly, doing everything you could to hold yourself steady. 

'Good.'

His arm circled your waist and he pulled you towards him assertively, gazing down at you against his chest for a second before dropping his face and pressing his lips firmly against yours. 

They were ice cold, the shock causing you to pull in a sharp breath through your nose. He seemed to notice, as his mouth curled into a slight smile against yours, the feeling of which made your stomach quake even harder.

You relaxed as you felt his other arm snake around your waist, both of them tightening to press his body more firmly against yours. You slid your arms around his neck and pulled his head down further, deepening the kiss and eliciting a deep growl from his throat. 

After a minute he pulled away slightly, bringing a hand up to cup your face and hold it in place, hovering close enough to his that you could feel his warm breath against your lips.

A wide, satisfied smile spread across his face. 

‘Perhaps Midgard isn’t so bad after all.’

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#loki x reader #loki #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki imagine #loki oneshot

[derireo]

Got a request! MC loves drawing and decides to draw them (and gives them the drawing afterwards) with homare, omi, hisoka, tenma, and citron please! Whew now that I got that down... I am so glad I came across your blog! You're out here serving full course meals and I applaud you for your work!! I always look forward to reading what you put out luv! ♥️

d'aw thanks anon! i try my best for y'all and only wish to give u the best of my writing so that we can all be happy! thank you again, and i hope u stay a little longer as a reader! ❤️

Homare, Omi, Hisoka, Tenma, Citron: Artist MC

Homare

Clutches his chest in shock at how pretty you made him out to be! Seriously, like– even though he does take proper care of himself and makes sure he looks nice for others to look at, his breath is absolutely taken away when you show him the drawing you made.

His eyes sparkle in amazement! He's so smitten by your talent that he's unable to say anything for a good minute or two when usually he's great at talking.

He's only able to smile at you and pull you in for a tight hug as 'thanks'.

Later at night, he's at his desk with his head in his hands while Hisoka sleeps in Azuma's bed for the night, looking for inspiration for his poems.

He's suddenly reminded of the drawing you gave him, and is given a new boost! He writes about your adorably sweet look of concentration as your pencil stroked along the fine paper; speaks about the way your tongue pokes out from your mouth and compares it to a butterfly's kiss when it licks away your tears.

In the morning, when he shows some of the members what he wrote last night, he's given a clap on the shoulder and a round of compliments.

He is especially fond of the bashful response you gave him when he handed you the paper.

Omi

He's so adorably flustered! He is sososo oblivious to the fact that he is a handsome man, and when you show him through the drawing you worked on as he cooked in the kitchen, he was shocked!

The way you accentuated his angles and prominently outlined the way his muscles bulged in his sleeves made him quite shy. He didn't know you saw him this way and it made his heart flutter like crazy. And he especially loved how you drew a little heart by his face with an arrow pointing at the scar on his chin.

Despite the bad memories that came along with the scar, he always appreciated how you'd gently kiss the rough tissue or caress it with your thumb. You let him know that the scar was a part of him that you loved dearly.

His cheeks are flushed after staring at the paper for a bit too long, and the eye crinkling smile he sends you sends a happy feeling to your stomach. His voice is quiet as he thanks you for such a nice gift, and pulls you in for a tight hug, saying how much he appreciates you taking the time to draw him and show him how he looks through your eyes.

He affectionately kisses your face, and later at night, he's seen by Taichi, slipping your simple piece of art into a laminate page protector.

Hisoka

He's a little dazed when you first try to show him, seeing as you gently tried to wake him up from his little nap on the couch. You had been sitting on the other end of the sofa when you started doing little doodles of Hisoka, some in the form of a floofy cat, and the other half in the form of a squishy marshmallow or cloud.

His eyes are half open when he takes a peek at what you're holding right in front of his face, then lets his head fall back on the couch with a yawn, sending you a surprisingly energetic thumbs up as he opens his arms up for you to crawl in.

"How long did those take you?" He'd mumble through a mouthful of your hair as he curled himself around your back, his sleepy gaze skimming over the paper as you traced an outline of one of the cats you drew.

And with how much he managed to utter after being woken up just five minutes ago, it seemed he liked what you did.

Your response makes him hum thoughtfully, and he closes his eyes again at the thought of taking any amount of time to do something. 

When you offer to give him the paper full of your drawings, he only kisses your hair and nods his head before going back to sleep.

The paper is later seen hiding under his pillow when the boys are doing some Spring Cleaning.

Tenma

Pleasantly surprised and a little shy. Of course, since he's a pretty big celebrity he has seen fanart of himself many times, so he's used to it, but the way you drew him with such joy and professionalism, it was super cool.

He especially loved the way you drew his sharp eyes and toothy grin, as it gave off the vibes he always wants people to get from him. He actually didn't believe you drew him at first because for some reason, the person on the paper seemed so much more cooler than he could ever be.

His fingertips curiously traced over the deep outlines on the paper, nails dragging over the grooves and scratches made by granite and ink as you watched him with a smile on your face.

It was truly embarrassing to receive something so nice from you and he covered his mouth with his free hand to hide how truly astonished he was by your talent. His eyes darted back and forth between you and the drawing, his mind racing with gooey thoughts as you only looked at him with a curious look in your eyes.

When you tell him he can keep the drawing, his heart nearly bursts with joy, but all he can do as a response is flush a dark red and mutter under his breath about how it's embarrassing.

He takes it anyways.

Citron

The most dramatic of them all besides Homare.

"Oh, Princess! That looks elevating!" He says, with his slightly broken vocabulary. His smile was so wide that it looked like it was going to split his lips so you decided not to correct him (you didn't know what he was trying to say either).

He sits down with you on the couch with curiosity in his eyes as you explain to him what you tried to do. He noticed that you had drawn him in some traditional Japanese yukata, and marveled at all of the fine and harsher details engraved in the paper.

He's ecstatic once he finally gets a good look at the paper and stares at you with wide eyes, smiling brightly. His gentle hands hold the drawing to his chest as you offer giving it to him and he nods enthusastically. He is so honored to receive such a wonderful, beautiful gift!

"It must have taken you quite some time." He said seriously, prying the paper away from him to look at the drawing once more; seemingly in awe.

"I want to try drawing you too," he pondered after a while, holding a hand out for you to grasp, "let's go to your room! That way the other members will not disturb us!"

His enthusiasm definitely caught you off guard as he tangled your fingers together with his and immediately started to drag you down the hallway to your bedroom. Your surprised yelp received a joyful laugh from Citron as you both scurried into your room.

#citron a3! #a3! #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! imagines #a3! actor training game #omi fushimi #tenma sumeragi #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #a3! headcanons #yayy finally got a request done! #other requests will b done later #hopefully . . . #a3! scenarios

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Chapter Three (Knight AU)

Be Yours

Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: Talks of war/violence and forced marriages, Language (I may be missing more I apologize)

Word Count: 2.2K+

A/N: This took forever for me to get out. The next chapter will have more Din and James content and background!

*I’m reposting this because I went through another tumblr glitch (which they said should never happen again so let’s hope!) and my fic kinda disappeared from the tags

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James Newsome.

That name made you tremble with pure anger.

The only son to the Newsome Heir, Prince of Coalstead, and one of the most infuriating men you had ever come across.

You had first met him when you had just turned fifteen, in his home in the smoky, dark yet elegant kingdom that made you appreciate the grassy lands that surrounded yours. Your fathers were quick to introduce the two of you; even at a young age, James had the ego of a thousand kings that immediately butted heads with your ‘righteous morality’ as he grew to call it, but you didn’t fully realize this until you began to see his true colors. It wasn’t hard to deduce what your fathers were up to, and your suspicions about this abrupt meeting were answered when he teased you about it.

“I think our fathers want us to marry,” he said in a mediocre sing-song. “Another kingdom for the taking, another queen to—”

You kicked him before he could continue.

From then on out the entire trip was full of arguing and bickering that even your guards couldn’t get under control, and each time he would give you that smile—one of victory and cheekiness you wanted to slap off. Jules, who had gone with you of course, ogled him just as every other girl did when he walked by much to your chagrin; you hoped it still wasn’t so.

“You’re just letting him get the best of you.” Jules said. She ran her fingers through your hair carefully as she brushed out the harsh tangles from your restless night. “And besides, it’s not like he’s… well, unfortunate looking.”

You grimaced. Sometimes, you wondered about your friend. “You’re not helping, Jules. And you know that it goes beyond his looks.”

She huffed as she took a part of your hair and clipped so that one side was out of your face, her annoyed expression matching your own in the vanity mirror.

‘Good’, you thought.

“Well,” she said after clipping the other half of your locks. “You’re the Princess of Riverheart and the most stubborn woman I have ever met.” You couldn’t stifle the grin that also laced her lips and Jules chuckled. “So do something about it, then.”

“Yeah.” You nodded with authority. “That’s right.” You stood up abruptly, twirling around to pull Jules into a tight hug, ignoring her surprised yelp. “Thank you.”

Your steps echoed loudly through the empty halls, sharp and defined as confidence bubbled inside of your chest with a fury. You whipped your head around every corner, not a glimpse of familiar aging hair or colorful robes at every turn. He wasn’t even in the grand hall, odd to you at the early hours but not uncommon.

Where the devil is he?

It was a long shot, going to your precious garden. Bringham rarely made an appearance, and you supposed it had everything to do with the dead; too many memories. As you expected, he wasn’t.

With a long and heavy sigh you sat down in the rays of the seething sun and twirled a strand of grass around your pointer finger. You closed your eyes and basked in the warmth of the morning, replaying the night before in your head.

“And you’ve told no one else this?” You asked, swallowing through the shock of what Din had just told you.

“No,” Din answered. “No one out of the Royal Court knows of this.”

You nodded, staring at the floor. “Okay.” Your voice wavered through your authoritative tone. “Okay.”

“M’lady.” Din cleared his throat. “You must’n let your father know I told you this. I—”

“I’m aware,” you gritted out. “I promise you, you will face no consequences for this.”

“I didn’t mean to… overstep. I’m sorry.”

You sighed and shook your head, burying your face in your hands. “No,” you mumbled. “I shouldn’t take my anger out on you. After all, you’re not the one forcing me into this.”

The room filled with silence then, a silence filled with understanding and a sort of acceptance.

“Din,” you said gently. “Thank you.”

The Knight stood postured, as he was trained, but there was a slight shift that told you that your sincerity reached a certain part of him you had not touched.

“It’s my job.” He replied. “It is the Code.”

You wished you had the blood of a witch so you could read his mind. To unbrand him and disintegrate the armor that shielded him from the outside world. It was selfish, very selfish of you, you constantly reminded yourself, but that childlike curiosity was a monster to fight; a battle you seemed to lose each and every time.

“Ah, and there she is.”

Your heart stopped. That voice hadn’t changed much since the last time you saw him, but he had definitely grown out of his boyish features; now replaced with a sharp jaw and cheekbones that matched, floofy, short brown locks that actually kept the younger boy you had met so long ago, with a black coat that defined the muscles he obtained over the years, and a toothy grin that was nothing but hubris as he stood a few feet before you.

“James,” you greeted coolly. “A surprise to see you here.”

His grin widened. “And did you not miss me, little princess?”

You glared at the pet name. “No, and I believe I told you not to call me that.”

He chuckled, all confident and airy as he strolled towards you, bringing an apple out of his coat pocket. “You certainly haven’t changed… much.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he walks closer to you, rolling the red apple in his hand, “that you need to loosen up. Let your guard down little princess, you’re not a queen yet, so enjoy it.”

He ended with an offering, the apple just inches away from the tip of your nose. You swiped it out of his grip with a frown. “And here you are already giving me a lecture.”

His grin widened. “I know. But you see,” he did a little twirl, inhaling deeply and opening his arms towards the clear blue skies, “people can change.”

You took a bite of the sweet fruit, chewing thoughtfully. “While that is true,” you mumbled. “That only applies to someone who actually wants to change for the better, not because they’re in need of their father’s treasures.”

James’s smile fell, as did his brows, and it made you smirk behind the apple. After all these years, it felt nice that you could still get underneath his skin and rip him a new one—the only problem was that you were still letting him do the same thing to you.

“And how does dear ole daddy feel knowing that his only heir is having doubts?!” He smirked as your expression fell. “He does know, doesn’t he?”

You could feel the blood rush to your face, painting it into a hot red that had you seething in your spot. Everything turned into background noise—no, not even that, everything just went numb, and before you could even think or take the next breath, the apple flew from your hand and towards his chest.

“Hey—” he barely got out in surprise when you lunged at him.

You didn’t have specifics in mind, but you knew that you just wanted to hurt him; to give him a piece of his own medicine through the only way that flew through your head. Your hand cocked back, knuckles upfront as you swung and you were vaguely aware of the soft crunch of his nose beneath your fist.

“Son of a bitch!” James howled, clutching at his face, little droplets of blood already seeping through the cracks of his fingers.

You smiled, triumphant in your stand, but it was quickly shattered when you heard the familiar pounding of hooves coming towards the garden.

“And what is going on here?”

Ah, you recognized that voice.

“Oh you know, Perry,” James sighed nasually, “the usual bits.”

Perry, a rather short man with a big rounded nose and a permanent sneer on his lips that matched the yellowish look of his hazel eyes—you imagined those eyes would look rather beautiful and clear without the harshness he brought to them—eyed the Prince’s bloody hand and your clenched fists; no doubt he could pick out the specs of blood on your knuckles.

As you expected, the guard turned towards you with no hidden malice. “What do you think you’re doing attacking—”

“It’s fine.” James huffed loudly. “I can take care of this myself.”

You were shocked to say the least, and it must have shown vividly on your face because James’s cheeks scrunched up to the corner of his eyes—he was laughing at you.

And Perry sat on his horse—at least the horse was well taken care of, as far as you could tell—gritting his teeth in frustration as he knew best not to go against his word.

“Very well. Remember to arrive on time for dinner, your highness.”

James waved him off, not taking his eyes off you; you held his gaze, refusing to back down. Finally he chuckled, wincing in pain as he did, but kept that smile all the while.

“You know, a simple thank you will suffice.”

You scoffed. “I do not owe you any apologies of sorts.”

“Not even for saving your ass back there?” He tilted his head back. “Weren’t you taught to show gratification for your saviors?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it felt as though it would stay in the back of your head, barely giving him a moment’s chance to stop you—if he had plans to—as you barreled past him.

“Do you know why I’m here?”

The question makes you stop. “No.” You lied.

He took a few steps closer to you, blue-gray eyes meeting yours with no traces of teasing—a first for him.

“I’m not supposed to be here, actually,” he sidetracked from his previous question. “But I was a little curious.”

It was a trap, you could sense it, and you knew better than to fall for it, but the words escaped your mouth without a second thought. “About what?”

His grin widened, pearly white teeth among the tiny streaks of blood from his nose. “If you were going to be happy seeing your soon-to-be husband.”

You walked away before you could give him any more satisfaction; his chuckle echoed across your mother’s garden, following your heavy steps.

***

The rain pattered against the rooftop.

It was a calming feeling in contrast to the brewing anger and frustration inside your chest. Each thump against your window echoed in your heartbeat, and as you sat in your room, refusing to let anyone in, your thoughts ran rampant.

How could your father not warn you of this? Prepare you for the heavy tasks that were bestowed upon you since birth by royal right, instead of throwing you head first into a marriage you’ve never asked for, and for a war you have no idea how to fight and by his own excuses.

The problem was that you knew of his reasoning’s. You had been prepared for a daunting title since you could walk and talk, and the aspects of a marriage you would not be able to turn down no longer—not without a good fight, at least. Your mind could contradict itself a thousand times just to try and make you feel better, but the end result would remain the same; you were going to have to go through with this, no matter how much you disliked the idea of it.

“‘For your people,’” you mocked with a scowl. “For my people.”

It made your heart turn in its weeping, struggling to overcome the waves of disdain. At that moment, you wished your mother were there, comforting you and telling you everything you wanted to hear, anything to justify your departure from the title itself.

“Wars. Death. Magic even.”

It shook you to the core just thinking about what was coming for your kingdom, your home. And now, all the weight was atop your shoulders, the lives of many in your hands for the first time, and you had no idea whatsoever on how you were going to handle this—marrying James and aligning Coalstead and Riverheart was a start, a start you thought less of.

Suddenly your mind drifted to the man who relayed this message to you in secret, and remembered that you had not seen him at all since last night. You wanted, no, needed, to see him before you let your head get the best of you; you could talk to him without worrying of him betraying your trust and he seemed to be the only one (other than insufferable fool) that was forthright with you about everything.

It would have to wait until after supper. You didn’t need any more suspicions from your father nor anyone else in the guard that would turn you in in a heartbeat. You needed to be smart and careful about this, no matter the battle raging between your head and heart.

If the rumors were true, your step to the high chair was coming sooner than you thought.

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[0chillwhatsoever]

For some reason this didn't make it into the hermitcraft tag so here it is for all y'all lovely peeps some more Selkie Mumbo stuff :3

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Alright so in most mythos regarding selkie they like to dance by the moonlight (specifically the full moon if my memory is correct) so of course Mumbo has always been fascinated by the moon. He doesn’t normally dance in moonlight to much due to the fact that he feels like the other hermits will make fun of him. (They won’t of course but he’s still scared). And he reserves dancing specifically for big events and the like for selkies such as the solstice and the like

He has seal teeth although his kanines are the most seal like. His hair always seems to be greased and if he cleans it enough it’s very floofy. His eyes are puppy like. He has loads of freckles.

Sometimes he likes to just kinda move his hands because he’s so used to the motion while swimming.

And I’m debating whether he’d just have an overcoat for his selkie coat or his suit cause I can just imagine him having a fur lined suit and then he can just dive into the ocean without trying to find his overcoat (he’d prolly loose it if it weren’t his suit so. . .)

Another thought is that when he was younger Mumbo had stark white hair and then it changed to the brown/black we all know and love. This is mainly cause most selkies are based roughly round harp seals (and hooded seals) compared to the smaller grey seal that inhabita the area.

But yea that’s all that I can think of at the moment so yea :3

#this was an anon ask btw #hermitcraft #mumbo #selkie mumbo #cory rambles lol #yea idk why didn’t get to the tag but whatever lol #<3

[nicostolemybones]

Amber Valentine

Tw: minor character deaths (referenced), mentions of homophobia, ambiguous rejection (purposely left unanswered so the reader can choose which they want it to be)

Nico woke up. Nico didn't like that. He tried to sleep again but no, sleep was impossible, because today was a bad day and his brain hated him. He wanted compensation from life for waking him up today, on Valentine's day of all days.

He huffed, dreading the day more and more as the heavy weightlessness of sleep left his bones to be replaced with a dull ache. He didn't have the strength to get out of bed yet, and to be quite honest, he didn't really want to. 

So he opted to angrily stare at the ceiling like it personally offended him. The one time he wakes up before breakfast, and it's on the one day he wishes some kid would whack him round the head and put him in a coma for the day. He bet Will was already out on his morning run. He'd wake at the ass crack of dawn like a heathen and exercise like a heathen and glow like it didn't fucking give everyone a headache like a heathen.

But he was cute, so Nico forgave him.

Cute didn't really describe it. Will was a beautiful. Nico wondered what it would be like to wake up in the morning to the sight of Will sleeping beside him. He could imagine it- Will laying on his stomach with his head on his arms, golden blond hair fanning out onto the pillow, his skin glowing softly in the morning light. Nico wondered if Will had freckles on his back too, and if Will would let him paint them, like angel wings and constellations.

Stupid cute boy making him have emotions this early in the goddamn morning on the worst day of his life. Should be illegal. Nico forced himself out of bed and prepared for the day before opening the door- and the offending boy was stood nervously on his doorstep, freckles glowing a light yellow whilst his skin glowed soft amber. He had such a pretty smile and pretty eyes and Nico absolutely despised him for being so cute and making him blush in public by being so goddamn cute. 

"What do you want Solace? You see the sky? You see that giant orb of radiation and death? Yeah? Well that means it's way too fucking early to be awake."

"Nice to see our resident vampire is already in full brooding mode! That must mean you're awake enough for a hug!" Will beamed, and gods Nico couldn't breathe because… holy shit. His smile was so beautiful and he was glowing sunrise yellow and he had dimples okay and his nose was scrunched and Nico forgot how to breathe. He was so pretty.

"Don't you dare, Solace!"

"But hugs," Will pouted, his glow slowly turning sunset yellow as Nico tried to resist. Nico couldn't resist because his boyfriend looked like a kicked puppy and he gave good hugs. 

"Okay, fine, hugs," Nico relented with a sigh. Will's glow was back in full force, sunrise yellow with a warm amber undertone, and he was practically throwing himself at Nico, wrapping him up in a warm hug. Fuck, Nico was gonna die like this and go to Elysium, he couldn't function because the cute bastard was hugging him and he was warm and he smelled gorgeous, like lemons and antiseptic and cinnamon and sandalwood and sunshine and sweat and boy. Then Nico realised he hadn't been hugging back- he could tell by the way the heat from Will's glow changed slightly, nervous heat, that he was shifting back into a sunset hue, and that kickstarted Nico's brain to hug back, and Will's warmth grew comforting again. 

Nico didn't want Will to ever let go.

If he was honest, he was kinda touch starved. He may have been touch averse, but that didn't mean he didn't need affection from time to time, and Will's hugs made him feel safe and sentimental and fuzzy. And Will was taller than him so his face was met with a wall of muscle and fuck Nico could die because that was his man and he was a fucking snack. Between feeling sentimental and flustered, Nico felt overwhelmed- the touch starved side of him wanted to cry and the teenage side of him practically wanted to consume Will and the conflicting emotions were too much for him to process at once. 

He reluctantly let go, noticing Will's hesitation in the way his arms twitched as he let go, like his body didn't want to let go and Will had to fight it. Nico wanted to hug him again, but he knew if he hugged Will again he'd grow deeply uncomfortable and want to rip his flesh off. Sometimes physical contact was like that feeling when a bug flies into your face and you can still feel it twenty minutes after it's flew away. But ten times more intense and distressing to the point it made Nico want to scream and cry and rip his face off, but apparently, that isn't what physical contact felt like and Nico was being over dramatic so naturally everybody would pull him into hugs or headlocks and Nico would freeze or bolt. Except for Will. Will may have been very huggy, but he never tried to force Nico into physical contact. He didn't question it if Nico pushed him away sometimes and he didn't take it personally. 

"So uh…" Will began, his freckles a nervous pale amber, which Nico knew meant he was anxious. He didn't finish his sentence, picking at the bandage around his hand instead. 

"It's Valentine's day," Nico said quietly, and Will nodded awkwardly. 

"Yeah…"

"I already told you, I won't celebrate it."

"I know," Will said quickly, and the amber of his freckles was almost a dark chocolate gold, "I wanted to talk. Can we- can we go somewhere?" He looked just about ready to cry, and Nico's concern was able to quickly override his aversion to being seen. 

"You look terrified," Nico noted, and Will nodded, not moving. Nico started to walk, and Will followed him. Nico could feel the heat radiating off him, so Nico walked him to a far spot through the forest- walking helped anxiety by tricking your brain into thinking you were running away- fight or flight. And for a short while, Will seemed less anxious, but the closer they got to their favourite talking spot, the darker Will's glow got until he was a dark sunset orange. Sunrise colours were good- sunset ones were worrying. "Will?"

"I really wanna tell you something but I never talk about it and I'm scared to talk about it because I like running away from my feelings and I need to talk about it and I trust you the most to understand how I feel so can we talk about it?"

"Of course," Nico said gently, guiding Will to sit down. He looked on the verge of tears.

"I hate Valentine's day," Will said quietly, "I hate it so much."

"Glad we're on the same page," Nico said quietly, and he knew that Will would catch his meaning: I'll understand, you can tell me anything.

"You already know I'm from Austin, right? Well I come from a super nice area, y'know? My school had a gsa and the local church I went to as a kid was super accepting and had rainbow flags and funded a shelter for lgbt youths. My grandma was a lesbian and her wife made me my very first punk jacket when I was six. So uh… I grew up in a super nice place. So I knew quite young that I weren't straight, you know? I hadn't really had crushes yet but I remember we all used to play kiss chase at recess and I always wanted to kiss the girls and the boys. So I knew I wasn't straight. And I came out to my mom on Valentine's day because young me was making Valentine's day cards for all the boys in my class. Except for John. He was a cunt. I didn't like John. But anyways um- I ran downstairs and I yelled at the top of my lungs 'mama I'm gay!' And she looked really awkward and just replied 'that's nice, honey,' and I thought maybe she thought I was joking so I was like- 'no mama, I wanna kiss all the boys and all the girls,'- I didn't know what bi was, by the way- and she just gave me this really awkward look and said we'd talk about it later, and then she went to hang the washing. I didn't know if she was awkward because she didn't accept me or just the way I came out, and I still don't know and-..."

"Will?" He was crying by now, a sunset red undertone to his sunset amber glow, pushing the ball of his palms into his eyes to try and stop the tears.

"I never got to ask if she was okay with me being gay because a few minutes later I heard scary noises so I hid under the kitchen table and the scary noises sounded like a really big lion and I heard mama scream so I went out and I screamed because she was dead and bleeding and eaten and then it tried to eat me too but a goat man grabbed me and ran and took me to camp, and that's why I'm an all year round camper…"

"Will…" Nico began gently, before reaching out and holding him in a strong hug. "I wish I could tell you if your mom accepted you or not… and I wish I could make all your pain go away…"

"I always thought mama got killed because of me. Because if I didn't say I was gay she wouldn't have gone outside. So I didn't wanna tell anyone I liked boys ever in case they died, and I spent all these years so sure that she rejected me that day because she looked uncomfortable and sad and I felt like nobody loved me if my mama didn't love me and Valentine's day reminds me of all that and… it hurts… rejection hurts..."

"How long have you been holding all that in for," Nico asked softly, rubbing comforting circles on his back and gently carding his fingers through his hair. Will's hair was dry and floofy but it never seemed to knot. 

"Since forever," Will sniffled, "and I felt bad because I could never celebrate Valentine's day without being real sad and thinking about rejection."

"Please don't feel bad," Nico said softly, "it's okay. We never have to celebrate it, it reminds you of your trauma."

"I didn't think anyone would understand…"

"My mom died too," Nico said quietly, pulling away from Will so he wouldn't overwhelm himself too much. "I watched her die too. But it wasn't a monster, it was Zeus."

"I- I didn't know, I'm so sorry," Will whispered, and Nico shook his head.

"I lost a sister about two days before Christmas. Bianca. Which is why I got upset when you wanted me to wear the Christmas jumper. But- my point is I understand how it can ruin a holiday, and I want you to know that I understand, and you're not alone because I relate."

"I'm sorry," Will said quietly, "I'm really sorry." Will moved to hug Nico, but Nico gently pushed him away. As usual, Will didn't protest or try again.

"I hate Valentine's day because I was outed," Nico began after a deep breath. Will's glow was sunset orange and yellow with concern. "I was outed by Eros to Jason. I had a crush on Percy in the past, and Eros made me tell him. Jason, I mean. He shot me with an arrow and everything. I wasn't ready to come out- I hadn't accepted myself yet. I wasn't comfortable. When I was a kid being gay would have got me killed. And after Eros made me come out it felt like suddenly everyone knew. And I even accidentally outed myself to an entire Roman Legion thingy. Then when you made me come to the infirmary I felt obliged to tell Percy. All my life I'd seen myself as creepy, and everyone else thought I was creepy, so I felt like I had to tell him. Like he had a right to know. I still wasn't okay with myself and I didn't want anybody to know, and I still struggle sometimes with internalised homophobia. Or at least a fear of being outed or being seen or being attacked. I can't handle hearing slurs or judging looks or bigoted preachers without breaking down in tears because I didn't ask for this and it feels like I'm constantly being punished when I didn't even do anything wrong. I'll just be minding my own business and some asshole tries to ruin it, because somehow, people just know."

"I understand that," Will said softly, but Nico felt scared- Will had an angry sunset red undertone to a near white yellow sunset glow. He thought Will was mad at him for being a coward. "I'm gonna smash every last Cupid statue and heart card I see dotted around camp. You shouldn't have to have your triggers and your trauma shoved in your face any day."

"Will don't," Nico said softly, reaching for Will's hand, and a sunrise orange began to seep through the darker undertones, like he was trying to reassure Nico that it was alright. "They don't know, and I don't want to ruin their day. I was gonna stay in my cabin, but… I'm glad I'm out here with you. I feel safe here with you."

"I feel safe with you too," Will said softly, and his glow radiated a warm sunrise amber with yellow undertones- fondness, golden. 

"Maybe we should reclaim Valentine's day," Nico said quietly. "Make it ours. As a fuck you to all our trauma, y'know? Avoid all the traditions and just snog the fuck out of each other until we both turn blue then do whatever the fuck we want. We have each other now."

"So… celebrate Valentine's day to spite Valentine's day by making it our own? Not romantic, just spite?" Will seemed amused, a thin smile on his lips making one of his dimples prominent where the corner of his mouth turned upwards to form a lopsided smile. 

"I'm powered by spite and I'm tiny so yeah," Nico replied, bumping shoulders with Will. "Hey… maybe one day when you're ready for answers, I can summon your mom," he suggested gently.

"Maybe," Will replied softly, "I love you."

"Ti amo."

So they kissed, and they kissed until Will's glow was golden and bright and encompassing Nico in warm rays, and the shadows were dancing around Nico and holding Will close. They kissed until they felt fuzzy and hot, and they kissed until things would have got real awkward if they would have continued. When they pulled apart, Will's cheeks were a ruddy pink to the tips of his ears and blotchy, and Nico was sure he was puce. Fuck Cupid and fuck manticores too. Nothing could take this love away from them.

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[somethingorotherrr]

Begin Again | Jin

Summary: Our lovely Seokjin and y/n fall in love at a young age, life happens and then a decade later (give or take) they cross paths again. 

Genre: Floofy fluff and angsty angst. Idol!au (kind of, at the very least it’s implied).

Warnings: Heh, beware of the happy ending.

——————– 

It was the long-awaited closing time at your bakery. The rainstorm outside had made for very little traffic the whole day and now it was finally time to switch off the lights and enjoy a nice night by the fire with a glass of wine. Making a move for the door to lock it, someone unexpectedly barged in. 

“I’m sorry, we’re closed…” your statement lost gumph as you took in the figure before you. Seokjin.

You hadn’t seen him in years, at least not in person. Of course, his face and his band member’s faces had inevitably popped up on your newsfeed or on the odd poster or commercial but you hadn’t seen him in person for a very long time, almost 10 years. And now here he stood, water dripping from his hair and down his cheeks as he stared at you like he’d seen a ghost. 

“Y/n,” you barely heard his whisper-like murmur over the background noise of the rain, but even so, the sound of his name on your lips after so many years sent your heart skipping and your mind spiraling back in time.

*Flashback*

You had known Seokjin for years, dating all the way back to grade school. In the beginning, you had thought he was just kind of an awkward kid that made bad jokes and this was true well into highschool. Despite this, he was admittedly very cute and you slowly developed a crush on him. The harder you crushed on him, the more you began to understand that he was a lot less awkward than you’d initially thought and the only reason you thought his jokes were bad was because you just didn’t possess the knowledge to comprehend them. After one or two times searching up his references, you discovered that he was, in fact, hilarious. 

The two of you were never close growing up and you were almost certain that he didn’t even know your name. He was definitely the kind of person everyone could get along with and his charisma and popularity only grew as he got older, so much so that you’d decided that there was just no way someone like you could catch his attention.

His rising up the social ladder in high school only made it harder and more nerve-wracking to approach him, you were beginning to feel like he was untouchable. Eventually, though, you finally got the courage to go up to him. It was the dreaded February 14th again, but this time you were determined to give him a rose or at least talk to him. You’d already purchased the bright red flower and you held it in your trembling hands as you waited for the last bell to ring. You, of course, knew where his last class was and you also knew that he had a habit of staying late to talk to friends. 

Finally, finally, the bell rang and you darted out of your seat, almost knocking over your chair as you made a bee-line for his class. As expected, he was still at a desk and surrounded by friends who were laughing hardily with him. Unsure how to approach him and not wanting to interrupt or have an audience when he undoubtedly rejected you, you waited with uncertainty by the door. 

After five or so minutes, his friends finally left and he was alone. Still waiting for him to leave, because the teacher was in there, you tapped your foot somewhat impatiently. You didn’t want to lose the courage and you knew you would if too much time passed. 

...But would it be so bad if you did chicken out? He was going to turn you down, you were sure of it, so why even put yourself through the embarrassment?

Because of the possibility that he might say yes. You thought and knew it was the truth. You were here for the chance that, despite how microscopic, he would say yes. 

Then he waltzed out of the room and your whole world shifted its focus to him. He was wearing thin round glasses and his uniform was immaculate, without a single wrinkle. His dark hair was getting a little too long and would’ve been falling in his eyes if he hadn’t strategically swept it to the side. 

“Seokjin?” the name left your lips before you gave it conscious permission to.

Seokjin turned around, brows raised as his eyes searched for who called his name until he finally settled on your small figure shuffling nervously by the door. 

When your eyes met, he gave you a small and polite smile that made your heart skip beats. 

“Yes?” he answered, his eyes trailing down to the rose in your hands and you knew he was already aware of why you were there. 

“I-I was hoping you would accept my rose? For Valentines?” You stuttered, wishing you’d just kept your mouth shut and never called his name in the first place.

At your words, you could see his ears get very red as he began to avoid eye contact. 

“You like me?” he questioned, uncharacteristically quiet and your heart flooded with dread.

“Yes,” you confirmed, shifting your weight uncomfortably. Too much.

“Okay,” he unexpectedly nodded, holding out his hand. 

Your head shot up, “okay? As in yes?” 

He smiled, though it was a little forced and you could tell he was embarrassed.

“Yes.”

Placing the flower gently in his palm, you bit your lip in contemplation. “My name is y/n, by the way”

He scoffed a little, probably insulted, “I know that”

***

The week following, you didn’t hear anything from him and that made you distraught. Had he only accepted your flower to avoid an awkward situation? You weren’t surprised that he didn’t like you back, only that he would do something like that. He’d always seemed like such a respectful and honest person, leading someone on wasn’t something you would’ve ever expected from him. 

Your thoughts all changed when you saw him in the hall outside your 1st-period class, eyes darting nervously around at every person that walked by. He wasn’t facing you all the way so he didn’t notice when you came up beside him and he jumped a bit when you tapped his shoulder. You smiled apologetically. 

When he saw it was you standing beside him, his tense muscles relaxed a bit but bunched right back up as he got ready to speak. 

“Y/n,” he paused, gathering the courage to say his next words, “can I take you on a date?”

Your eyes bugged at the question, thinking he’d just finally come around to tell you the truth—that he wasn’t interested. 

You stood there with your mouth open for a few seconds, making him even more nervous. 

“Y/n?” he repeated, snapping you out of whatever brain freeze you were experiencing. 

“Yes! Yes.” You blushed at how eager you sounded and attempted to make your second ‘yes’ sound calmer.

He relaxed at your agreement, giving you a smile that made your chest warm. 

“Can I have your number?” for as nervous as he must’ve been, he was surprisingly charming in his delivery this time. 

Your cheeks got darker as you took out your phone and you both exchanged numbers before reluctantly parting ways when the bell rang. 

The months following were pure bliss. Seokjin was about as big of a gentleman as one could get, always opening doors, shielding you from elements and never letting you pay—much to your dismay. He was who romance authors based all their books on. He was charming, kind-hearted, funny and surprisingly domestic. The first time you kissed was in your kitchen when you were baking a cake together for your little brother’s birthday. You’d flung some flour at him and he’d tickled you in retribution. When the giggles had finally subsided, it was like a fairytale as you stared into each other’s eyes, him slowly leaning in and capturing your lips with his. It was short and sweet but still had your heart beating as if you’d just finished a marathon.

Two years passed and you were the happiest you’d ever been in your life, Seokjin was a dream, one you loved with everything you had. You wanted to give him the world, but as graduation drew near, you began to realize that maybe the best thing for him wasn’t you. And maybe the best thing for you wasn’t him. He was destined for great things, to be seen and loved by the world, while you were smaller and just wanted a simple life and a successful career. There was no way you would let yourself hold him back—keep him from the life he was meant to live. That left two options; give up the life you wanted or let him go.

The conclusions you were coming to had you running to the bathroom, hurling your stomach’s contents into the toilet. You loved him so much, with everything you were, and the realization that you weren’t meant to be made you physically sick. Your heart clenched and your throat closed up as you fought the urge to break down in tears. You’d already made your decision and you hated yourself for it more than you’d ever hated anything. 

The following weeks, all the way up to graduation, you gave him as much love as you could. You’d spent every spare second you had holding him and you knew he’d picked up on your not-so-subtle change in behavior. 

“Y/n?” he murmured one afternoon as you rested against him while staring out at the lake you were visiting. You’d pushed to go to more places and see more things together because you wanted as many memories with him as possible. 

“Yes, Jinnie?” you smiled up at him, trying to hide the lump in your throat. He must’ve seen through you because his brow furrowed and he looked away. 

“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?” he asked, his voice still quiet.

Your heart lurched at his words and you couldn’t help the tears that trailed silently down your cheeks. 

“What do you mean?” you spoke no louder than a whisper in hopes that he wouldn’t be able to hear the emotion that clouded your voice. 

“We’re together all the time, so why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye? Why does it feel like every time I let go of your hand, I’ll never see you again?” At the end of his sentence, he pulled away, turning to face you. 

He didn’t seem surprised to see the tears on your face or the sorrow in your eyes, “Why is this goodbye?”

*End Flashback*

“Y/n, it’s really you” he seemed like he was in a trance as he stumbled towards you. 

“Seokjin!” You gasped as he startled you by pulling you into his embrace. The still familiar feel of his arms around you had you melting into him. He felt like coming home after years of being lost, stumbling aimlessly through life. 

“I can’t believe it’s you” he was clearly in shock as he pulled back and stared at you, his hands keeping a firm grip on your arms like he was scared you’d disappear into thin air any second.

Your eyes darted around, trying to find an explanation as to why he was here. 

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked in the softest voice you could manage. It felt like there was a massive lump in your throat that briefly made you wonder for the millionth time if you had made the right decision all those years ago.

He stood taller now and with his hair pushed back and his glasses on, he looked a lot more mature as well. In every accidental internet sighting that you’d seen of him over the past three or four years, it looked like he hadn’t aged a single day. He still looked exactly the same. 

A sudden wave of insecurity hit you. How much had you aged? How different did you look?

“I-I was driving,” he paused, tucking your hair behind your ear, his attention redirected. “You cut your hair”

You nodded, placing a hand on top of his to pull it away from your face. That seemed to break him out of whatever daydream he was in and he stepped back. 

“I saw you in the window...I had to know if it was really you” he continued his earlier sentence.

“How are you?” the question came out before you could really think about it. When he’d stepped away from you, it’d sent an intense panic through you. You weren’t ready for him to leave yet.

He seemed to be on the same page as you because he suddenly surged forward again, bringing you back into his arms and you couldn’t stop your own arms from snaking under his expensive unbuttoned coat and hugging him back tightly.

I love you. Those words bounced around in your brain, threatening to spill out of your mouth but you were careful to keep a tight lip.

This time, when he stepped back, there wasn’t as much sorrow in his movements. He seemed to absentmindedly stroke your cheek and hair as he admired your face.

“I love you” he suddenly blurted, seeming just as surprised by the revelation as you were.

“What?” Your heart was damn near bursting with emotion and for a second you questioned if this was all a dream. 

“I’m sorry—I didn’t—I mean—” he backed away, shaking his head. 

“You didn’t mean it?” Your heart broke at the notion.

“No!” He stopped you, “I did! I just—I know I have no right to say that. You’re probably married or something. I mean, it was like a decade ago, I should be over you. I’m so pathetic, I’m so sorry” he rambled, tugging at his once perfectly styled hair. 

“It’s only been you.” You announced, catching his attention.

“What?”

“It’s always only been you. I don’t know why, but I never...never loved anyone else. I gave you my heart a long time ago and you never gave it back” You let off your chest. 

He furrowed his brow, “then why...just why?”

You knew what he was asking. “I didn’t want what I knew you deserved. I was selfish, but I don’t think I made the wrong choice”

It was true, now you were sure you had been right in letting him go. Without you, he’d been given the unobstructed opportunity to stretch his wings and fly. You could see that now.

“...What I deserved?” he echoed. 

“I knew you were meant to do something big and obviously I was right, I mean just look at what you’ve made of yourself. But back then, it felt like I would’ve had to give up my own dreams to be with you in yours”

He didn’t answer for a little bit, contemplating your words. “And now?”

“And now,” you paused, collecting courage, “now I know it’s possible to do both”

He stared at you, taking in your expression. Whatever he saw must’ve agreed with him because he strode forward, cupping your cheeks and connecting your lips. 

“I love you” He whispered when you finally broke apart. 

“I love you”

All those years ago, it had been a case of the right person at the wrong time—you were both too young with so much love but lacking enough life experience. Back then, you didn’t know it was possible to compromise and if you’d stayed together the regrets and what if’s weighing you down would have eventually torn your relationship apart. You had to live your own life and learn. Now you were two lucky souls that got to try it again, this time at the right time.

#Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Kim Namjoon #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #Jeon Jungkook #BTS #Fanfic #drabbles #Jin drabble #imagines #bts scenarios #bts jin #bts suga #bts jhope #bts rm #bts jimin #bts v #bts jungkook

[detectivejigsawpines]

Abyss-finale (Raise a glass to freedom)

...I have never been drunk in my life. Because I don't drink. Therefore my knowledge of how to be drunk is very limited, and mostly based on the idea that it's similar to being very, very sleep-deprived (which I have been on probably far more occasions than is healthy for me). My suspicion is that if I did drink, I would be either a very giggly drunk, or a very angry drunk.

Reading the chapter to the end will clarify why this is valid.

“You what?!”

Shermie and Ford both stared at Stan, aghast, as he continued to scramble eggs after telling them how he’d essentially bought himself from their father.

Stan grinned.  “You shoulda seen the look on his face-it was even better than the time when we went to that restaurant with the triple-decker steak.”

Shermie snorted, hard.  “Oh wow...I always knew you were crazy, Stanley, but this-this exceeded even my expectations.”

He did a little theatrical bow, twirling the spatula between his fingers.  “That’s what I do best.”

When their mother came down, however, some of his ebullience-a lot of it, in fact-dissipated at the look on her face.

Ford’s stomach twisted in a hard knot, because even he could see that level of heartbreak.

Stan winced, and turned off the burner.  “...Hey, Mom.”

Mom looked up at him sadly for a moment, before at last whispering, “This isn’t gonna be fixed, is it?”

Stan let out a sigh that was equal parts sad and frustrated as he set down the spatula he’d been using.  “Whaddya want me ta do? Beg and plead for him ta say I’m part of the family again? It wouldn’t work, Mom, and even if it would…”

Even when he had still been mad at his brother, Ford knew he wouldn’t have wanted him to sacrifice his dignity to that extent.  He wanted it even less now, when he understood better what had happened and wasn’t a stupid hormonal teenager.

Mom was trying hard not to cry now.  “Stanley…”

“Am I gonna lose you too if I can’t make things up with him?” Stan suddenly asked.

It snapped Mom out of her despondency somewhat: her eyes widened, and then she jabbed a finger into her son’s chest.

“Stanley Pines!  What kinda mother ya take me for?!  What, ya think I’m gonna tell ya ta shove off just cuz your pa’s got a big stick up his-”

The rest of her words were muffled in Stan’s shirt as he pulled her into a hug.

“Just checkin’,” he whispered into her hair.  “Love ya too, Mom.”

********

Pa came down a while later, and sat stoically through breakfast, before telling Shermie, “Pack up the car when you’re done.  We’re leaving.”

Shermie blinked.  “Already?”

He nodded.  “Gotta get back to the shop.  The rubes ain’t gonna fleece themselves.”

The oldest son sighed.  “You got it, Pops.”

Pa gave him a sharp look at the slight insolence in his tone, but then went back to eating the eggs.

Since they hadn’t brought much, it didn’t take them long to get ready to leave.  Mom held both her boys tightly, wringing out promises for them to call her more often, and then Shermie took his turn for some more affectionate noogying and apologies for not getting to spend more time checking out their home.  Then they were putting their things in the car, leaving them alone on the porch with Pa.

Ford wondered if he was going to say-well, anything.

An apology was most likely too much to hope for, but-well, something.  Something to prove that he was a human being, not a robot.

All he did, though, was give a small nod, and then turn away and head for the car.

As they watched it drive back down the road, Ford said, “...We need to go to Dan’s place.”

“What for?”

“I need a drink.”

********

On the Corduroy cabin’s front porch, Dan poured out more of his family’s home-brewed liquor and handed it over.

“Sounds like you guys had a rough time.”

“...Wasn’t so bad, not after I gave ‘im the money,” Stan muttered into his glass.

“Ya shouldn’t’ve done that,” Ford scolded; his words slurred more than usual, finally making him sound like a Jersey boy for once.  “‘S wasted on ‘im. Prolly never even spend it.”

Stan shrugged, and held out his glass again.  “S’not my money anymore. I don’t care.”

The part of Ford’s brain still capable of rational thought wondered what exactly was in this Corduroy family recipe.  Dan had said it was apples...or mostly apples. Definitely had apples in it. It was powerful stuff, whatever it was; they’d only been doing this for half an hour and he’d already reached the point where the edges of his vision were going in and out of focus, and he needed to sit down even though he was already sitting down.  He squinted at Dan.

“How’re you handlin’ this stuff so well?  You’re lit-ral-lit-little-little-er-ally younger’n we are, you’ve had less years ta build up a tolerance for drink.”

Dan smirked.  “Guess I’m just manlier than you.”

Ford glared.  “Ha. Ha. You even drinkin’?”

Dan pointedly poured himself a glass of whatever-he-called this stuff (Crumble?  Scramble? Something like that), from the same bottle they’d been using, and gulped down a shot.

Stan whistled appreciatively.  “You’re good.”

“Got a lotta Scottish in my blood.  Makes it easy.”

“Nice.”

****

“...I shoulda stood up ta him better,” Ford muttered finally.

The other two stared at him.

“He started sayin’ all this crap about you bein’ a-a bad influence an’ stuff, Stanley, and I tried ta defend you, but I just...froze up.  I failed you again.”

“What?  No, nononono, don’t do that ta yourself.”  Stan scooted his chair over next to Ford’s, not heeding the horrible scraping noise it made on the wooden boards, and slung one big arm over his shoulder.  “S’not your fault, ‘kay? Dad’s-Mom says I got pershonality, but he’s got one too. Big one. Size’a New York City-big. Not an easy one ta go up against.”

“What, are you-are you sayin’ I don’t have personality?”  Ford gave Stan a wounded look.

“No, no, ‘course not.  Jus’ not a pers’nality used ta fightin’ people.  ‘Specially not Pa.” Stan squeezed him. “Not your fault.”  He ruffled Ford’s hair...and then gaped at it in wonder. “Whoa.  Your hair’s real...floofy. Heh heh. Floof, floof, floof.” He continued playing with it, giggling, until Ford swatted his hand.

He felt a little comforted by Stan’s words...but not much.  “S my job,” he insisted stubbornly, staring at the middle of Stan’s three faces floating before his eyes on the assumption that it was the real one.  “Needa...fix things. Last time-you were homeless cuz I couldn’t get over myself an’ help you, so I needa-”

“Hey, I shouldn’ta hung around your project, so I wouldn’t’ve broken it, so you coulda gone ta the dumb science college.  You’re more important than a boat, Sixer, an’I made ya feel like-likit was the other way ‘round.”  Stan suddenly snatched the bottle off the table, began chugging down the rest of its contents.

“Hey!  No fair, gimme that.”  Ford grabbed for it, leading to a sloppy tug-of-war that ended with the-grumble?  No, scumble, that was the name of this stuff-splashed all over both of them.

Ford put the bottle back on the table with a resigned sigh, and then wrapped his arm around Stan.

“You’re more important’n a college, St’nley,” he murmured, letting his heavy eyes droop shut.  “Shoulda remembered that too…”

****

Soon enough they were both snoring, completely passed out on each other.

Dan threw away the empty bottle, and went inside to grab a blanket, which he draped over both of them.  Then, as the effects of the scumble finally started to hit him, he just made himself comfortable stretching out on the porch.

********

When they wake up, all three boys are VERY hungover. Stan and Ford end up staying until they're feeling well enough to stand and walk home without throwing up, while Ford tries to deduce the ingredients for a hangover cure Fiddleford came up with in college. As best he recalls, it included a raw egg, Tabasco and Worcestershire sauce, but he could never get his friend to divulge the rest of it. He resolves to experiment until he deciphers it on his own-as soon as his head stops feeling like it's all stuffed with rocks that keep rolling around and banging into each other.

Stan has a few nightmares while he’s sleeping them off, but he doesn’t remember them that well when he wakes up, just being surrounded by a lot of indistinct whispers.

#flipside au #gravity falls #stan pines #ford pines #filbrick pines is a jerk #filbrick pines #caryn pines #shermie pines #dan corduroy #boys bonding #getting drunk together #discworld reference

[demethinkstoomuch]

Deme Rates Villagers: Cubs

It’s Bears, but Smaller!

(Why didn’t I lump Bears and Cubs the way I did Cows and Bulls? Because there are a fair number of them, I think.)

I have also realized that, rather than a numerical rating, an emoticon rating might be better. I may do numbers from time to time, and so likely will not go back for the others. There will not be a scale, but a broad expression of my feelings. Or a mimic of their faces. Or a comment. Sometimes.

Disclaimer: Images are from the wiki, all good dogs, my ratings are mainly just there because “Deme gives her abstract thoughts on villagers” is hardly a catchy thing.

Aisle

Another Animal Forest E+ exclusive, another villager that looks like they came out of a Rare game like Banjo-Kazooie or Conker’s Bad Fur Day, even though this one doesn’t feature any exact equivolents. On the whole, I think the high contrast between the blue fur and the tuft of blond hair is a bad look, but the big blue eyes being sort of heavy-lidded and dour’s kind of cute.

Rating: :|

Barold

Barold is great. Like, I don’t entirely know what they’re going for with him -- he vaguely suggests either Fred Flinstone or an IT guy in my head -- but I love it either way.  (Fred Flinstone: 5 o’ clock shadow, shirt. IT Guy: Eeyes have kind of a glasses shape, beard).  He’s oozing with character, albeit a strange character, and do I detect little white pawsies? I do!

Rating: B’|

Bluebear

She’s a bear! She’s blue! She’s got a little white and a little pink, which gives her a nicely over-all pastel look. I like the darker blue (Fire Emblem Lord Blue, perhaps?) hair on her. She is just cute.

Rating: :)

Cheri

Another colorful bear cub, this one, pink! I like her, she’s sassy. Nice eyebrows that pair with her eyes to give her an impression of moxie that’s still quite cute. Hair is spiky, which adds to that. She’s peppy, which means that by peppy standards, she’s pretty edgy, in a weird, pink little bear way. Either way, she’s rather cute.

Rating: :]

Chester

Man, what do the Animal Crossing devs have against just letting pandas be cute? Chow, Chester... They’re both just sort of weird in a way that I find, funnily enough, more unsettling or dull than charming. Long pupils are not friend-shaped; if they leaned into the creepy, like with a goat, that would be one thing, but it rather spoils Chester. The sad-looking mouth could be cute, but it’s a bit big for that. Almost there, Chester, but just not.

Rating: :(

Cupcake

So, Cupcake is kind of Cheri, but with a half-hearted snootification effort via heavy-lidded eyeshadow eyes. Meh.

Rating: :[ (Like Cheri, but worse.)

Judy

A New Horizons new villager, and Judy is sure an aesthetic! The pastel gradients, the enormous sparkly eyes with the big shojou lashes, she just screams that she belongs in a gothic lolita girl’s arms during a photoshoot. Get this bear a lace-up dress. She could be an extra Hello Kitty collab character or something. I’m not actually a huge fan of Judy, but I cannot possibly deny that she is wonderfully what she is, and so while the agressively UWU quality to her isn’t for me, but I can’t help but applaud it. Dedication! Also, I like the subtler blush. It works.

Rating:  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

June

June is maaaybe my favorite cub, she’s just simple and pleasant-looking, without being a pastel screaming-fest, Her colorscheme and implied heavy fringe has a sort of... Like, it makes her big blue eyes and over-all cuteness read “girl next door,” sort of an ordinary, natural cute. And then you add the cute big hibiscus for a little pop that contrasts with her eyes. It’s just a real cute look. I’d probably, though, if I were to consider adopting her, check to make sure her eyes aren’t super weird when you look at them from other angles. It’s a bad fate to befall a villager.

Rating:  (◕‿◕✿) (Babe, hold my flower)

Kody

Hey, look, it’s one of my starter New Leaf villagers! Kody was the last of my first villagers to move out, too, sticking around for quite a while indeed. His departure left a hole that Clyde entered through via someone’s void, and I was not happy about that. As a result, I feel fonder of Kody than I would otherwise, since otherwise, he’s just, you know, a blue bear with a darker blue spot, like many animals that are just like that except not bears. It can be charming with the right face, but there’s nothing particularly noteworthy about his face. It’s just Kody. There he is. Old chum.

Rating:  ˅ u ˅ Ah, the memories...

Maple

Awwww, look at her! She’s just precious, very simple, with implied floofy bangs and bright little dot eyes. Even the pink sticker blush works better with her colors than I see in a lot of places. If June didn’t have her flowers, maybe I’d be here saying Maple’s my favorite. Maybe Maple is my favorite, I don’t know. She feels like angelfood cake, you, know? Light, pleasant, sweet...Though, admittedly, not especially flavorful.  She’s just cute as she is.

Rating:  ‘ ◕  w ◕ ‘

Marty

Ah, a Sanrio villager! ...Not one of the cuter ones, really. Looks sort of like a honey jar bear to me, which is, I suppose, something. His eyebrows have an unassuming quality, like he’s just a normal guy.

Rating: Normal Guy / Guys

Murphy

Remember everything I said about Kody? Yeah, still true about Murphy. His coloring is just sort of “spotted bear,” now in green. But! He does have big square eyebrows and big square eyes, which give him a bit of extra character, reliably and kinda sleepy. A good face.

Rating = w = (A good thing, I promise.)

Olive

Olive is a villager I’ve heard compared to Maple a lot -- it’s the shirt, I suppose, but really, more than that. Her color scheme is also pretty naturalistic and grounded, she has a cute bang outline. She doesn’t push the cute as hard, but that might make her more comfortable, less out-and-out cutesy to folks. That said, her eyes just have that quality I found with the birds, where something about them, paired with the surprised eyebrows, that feels kinda blank, like they reveal nothing. Staring. These eyes have seen too much. But she’s still pretty cute, won’t lie.

Rating: O-O

Pekoe

Aww, isn’t she cute? This screenshot makes her look more cream-colored than I’m used to thinking of her as, a dramatic bonus to her over-all level of adorable. Pekoe’s use of ears to suggest little covered hair-buns is pretty flavorful; it makes me wonder if they almost wanted to make a cute, very on-theme panda, and then decided “No, let’s just make her a white bear, good enough.”  Still, her face is cute, too, with a distinct set of eyes carrying through the same sort of design sensibilities as her hair and ears/buns, intensely stylized. It’s a nice look.

Rating: :)

Poko

What is with the shape of his head? You all see that, right, where his head is a totally different, longer, shape? Why? What does it mean? Is it meant to be like a mask? If it were meant to be a long mask, that’d be cool. I don’t think it is? It’s a mystery that he would need another appearance to solve, and that’s not happening.

Rating: ? :/

Poncho

Poncho’s cute. He’s basically just blue Olive, though the bangs are less fwooshy. Still, I find him a bit cuter than Olive, because the oval eyes sort of soften the effect of round on round on round that looks strange and staring; this is a bit more cartoony and cute. That’s about it from me. Pretty cute.

Rating: 0 ˅ 0

Pudge

Oh, Pudge looks so sad and alone! I want to hug and protect him! I’ve checked other screenshots, that’s just how Pudge’s face is, and it’s so precious! I do not get the freen on the ears and tip of tail, though. I do not understand why this is a thing, and I cannot say I approve of it. It’s kind of a distracting negative among this otherwise adorable design of a baby I just want to protect!

Rating: (> ‘ . ’)> Come here and let me hug you!

Stitches

OK, so, maybe if it’s not June or Maple, maybe Stitches is best cub. Certainly, he’s the most thematically strong, with this adorable patchwork teddybear design! His eyes evoke a really cute version of his name, little stitches. Just adorable and aesthetically on-point and I’m really happy to see him. I could see him with a place on my island, if I only didn’t have too many villagers I could see with a place.

Rating :D or, alternatively, XwX just for him.

Tammy

Oh, it’s almost all the things I dislike in a villager design. Random colors without real cohesion or purpose, just “well, this is a colorful animal” that clash with other randomly-selected colors (orange blush, deep rose eyeshadow, pale pink inner ears, white muzzle/paws, brown bangs) with eyeshadowed eyes to say “Hey this is a snooty” without going all-in for glamor-comedy? I think we’ve hit bingo. Funnily enough, I think this might be my least-favorite cub.

Rating: :(

Vladimir

Vladimir is ugly with dedication. Vladimir is ugly with a passion. Vladimir is ugly with soul and purpose. Buck teeth and that flatly furrowed, thin, no-brow-unibrow! Those awful bangs! Truly, Vladimir is an artist’s study in ugly-cute. I can’t say that it works to vaunt him into a villager I’d really love to have around, but I can profoundly respect him.

Rating:    ಠ ῳ ಠ

The cubs are good, in conclusion. A good mix of aesthetics, and at least 3 I rather like, which is a good number. Also, I got to whip out some Japanese emoticons, and isn’t that important?

#Deme Rates Villagers #Animal Crossing #Cubs #stitches animal crossing

[lveclouds]

jungkook has the prettiest set of doe eyes that get all big and sparkly when he’s looking at armys or his hyungs, joined Bighit because he admired namjoon, drinks banana milk, has floofy hair, the prettiest and cutest smile where the corners of his eyes crinkle, bunny-like teeth, (they’re perfect), has a tattoo of his birth flower and has ARMY tattooed on his fingers, once said that he wants to lift up a girl with both his hands and kiss her like in the movie Love 911, loves romantic movies like kimi no wa, believes in destiny, wears oversized clothes, sings like an actual angel sent from heaven, is an incredible dancer, has a waist tinier than half of the woman population, pouts and whines when he’s frustrated or slightly annoyed, dotes on his hyungs even though he’s the maknae, hates seeing his hyungs sad or in pain and even wrote his first solo song about that, loves army with all of his heart, clings to hobi, hides behind namjoon, looks at namjoon with admiration and pure love in his eyes whenever he’s doing anything, is an actual meme most of the time, has a round head, the softest pair of lips, is sensitive to smells and loves candles, had a carrot phone case, learns english because he wants to be able to talk to international fans more, always gives us so much without asking for anything in return, has the cutest laugh in the world, has a habit of covering his ears cutely, once used chopsticks to empty a sauce packet, literally whipped his head so fast to dry his tears during MAMA, eats during award shows, once told taehyung that if he sees a shark while snorkeling to just punch it in the nose, once peeled a pineapple with his bare hands, used a vacuum to suck up fruit flies at three a.m, once carried three chairs at once, did the shoot dance with all of his hyungs during the ly tour, once took jimin on a trip to japan that he booked and paid for himself, stays behind after filming to help clean up, is genuinely surprised when they win an award, claps his hands in tiny, edits and films the prettiest videos ever, takes amazing photos, posted videos of him eating food and dancing to bad guy on twitter, (which was the most liked tweet of last year btw), and has the biggest heart in the world and bold of you to assume i won’t give him the entire universe if he asked

#isabella. txt