#i feel like my writing is so rusty lmaoo

[rainy-day-wizard]

QSMP Members in Japanese script!!

Soooo i saw some people doing the qsmp members names in other scripts and thought i'd join in :] i know how to read Japanese script (exept kanji ;-;) because i studied Japanese for a few years- be warned i forgot a lot of what i learned and my memory is pretty basic so this will definitely be very flawed im sure but i thought it'd be fun anyway!! bc i haven't touched japanese in a WHILE

i'll try not to infodump about the japanese writing system so i'll just say that these will be in katakana which is used to write foreign words!

English speakers

Badboyhalo- バヅゥボィイハロ (Badu-boii-hal/ro) yeahhh thats a tough one... but it's probably the closest i'll get ;-;

DanTDM- ダンテデエム (Dan-tede-emu) or just ダン

FitMC- フィットエムスィイ　(Fitto-emu-sii) or just フィット

Foolish- フリイシゥ (Furiishu) no notes F♥️G

IronMouse- アイロンマオス (Airon-maosu)

Jaiden- ジャイデン (Jaiden)

Nihachu- ニハチュ (Nihachu) or ニッキー

Philza- フィイウザ (Fiuza) or フィイルザ (Filuza)

Slimecicle- スライムスィイクル (Sulaimu-siikuru) this took way too long, curse you charlie slimecicle

TinaKitten- ティイナキッテン (Tiina-kitten) or just ティイナ (Tiina)

Tubbo- トゥウッボオ (Tubboo)

WilburSoot- ウィルバアスウト (Wirubaa-suuto) or just ウィルバア (Wirubaa)

Spanish speakers

Carre- カアレイ(Kaarei) Short and sweet B)

Elmariana- エルマリアナ (Eru-mariana)

German- ヘルマン (Heruman)

Lenay- レネイ (Lenei)

Luzu- ルーズ (Luuzu) plus a bonus Arin! エリン (Erin)

Maximus- マクスィムス (Makusimusu) or マクソ (Makuso)

MissaSinfonia- ミッサスィフォンニア (Missa-sifonnia)

Polispol- ポウイスポウ (Pou-isu-pou) or maybe ポルイスポル (Polu-isu-polu)? the first is more phonetically accurate

Quackity- クアキティイ (Kuakitii) or just クアキティ (Kuakitii)

Rivers- リベエレス (Riv(b)eeresu) or リベエリス (Riv(b)eerisu)

Roier- ロイエエル (Roieeru)

Rubius- ルウビエス (Ruubiesu)

Spreen- スップリン (Suppurin)

Vegetta- デヘエタ (V(b)eheeta) *

Willyrex- ウィリレクス (Wiri-rekusu)

Portuguese speakers

Bagi- バアジイ (Baajii) pretty easy and accurate

Cellbit- セルビット (Selubitto) or if you wanna keep the "tch" sound at the end セルビッチ (Selubicchi) lmaoo

Felps- フェレプス (Felepusu) it doesn't really sound right but it's the best i could think of

Mike- マィク (Maiku) more english pronunciation or マィキ (Maiki) more like "mikey"/ the ptbr pronunciation

Pactw- パクティイダブル (Paku-tii-daburu) or just パク (Paku)

French speakers

AntoineDaniel-アントアンダンイエル (Antoan-danielu)

AyPierre- アピエエル (Apieeru)

Baghera Jones- バゲラアジョンス (Bagera-jyonsu)

Etoiles- エトアア (Etoaa)

Kameto- カメト (Kameto) Incredibly simple it's just kameto

And our latest member 악어/Acau- アカウ

*Japanese doesn't have its own "V" sound so instead it's usually written with a character for the "B" sound even though most people still pronounce it like a "V"

I apologize in advance for any errors that i for sure made, my japanese is VERY rusty >_< If anyone of you is more proficient in japanese, feel free to point out any mistakes you see and i will try to fix it!!

#rainy day rambles #qsmp #qsmpblr #language #im not really sure how to tag this ;-; #this took several hours so it better get some attention -_-

[poisonpeche]

YOU im like this every time u tell me things 😍🥺

Ummmm you are not a long-winded mess, you are my new best friend LMAO /j unless but oh my gosh. I’m so thrilled to know you are enjoying Untitled, and as a former art major too (of course you are) — never would I ever have expected to bond over the hilarity and relief of American Spirits post-critique like come onnnn that’s so specific and yet I felt like it was a specificity that really suited Eren and Y/n’s dynamic.

I’ve written myself into a corner with Untitled but you are helping me to see that there is something special in the story. The third chapter is coming along, but I did the thing I normally do and started two new series around the end of writing chapter two. I’ll come back :)

But pa-lease no pressure to read or anything, you’ve already really made my whole month I think (lol)— for real. I cannot express how grateful and just so content to connect with you and our love for Levi— our connection really makes me feel a little more connected to the aot/fandom community— or at least the levi corner hehe— believe it or not!

omg if you look under the tag #mica.draws u will find my “art” i am a rusty artist lmao. I think i’ve only posted one on this blog… hm. Drawing was never my medium but I did keep a sketchbook. I’m trying to get more familiar with keeping a digital sketchbook nowadays. OMG UNTITLED LEVI IN YOUR STYLE WOULD BE WILD but hey, i see you are working on some fun stuff please no pressure or expectations at all i’m like rarely even inspired these days *shakes fist at the cosmos*… 🖤 mica

HI NEW BESTIE.

Lmaoo I had a TA that would hand roll his cigs while someone would break out a pack of Spirits. Literally just thinking about it warms my soul. The fact that it was a shared experience across art school is fucking hilarious to me.

Feel pressured? To have the absolute honor to read your words? Um, literally never. I would be out of my skin honored hehe.

Take your time, and I can’t wait to see what you come up with! Your plot is fantastic, but you have a gift delving into a character’s psyche…their ticks…idiosyncrasies…schemes…Anything you’d commit to us will be spellbinding I’m sure of it. No doubt, your work is very special to me and others.

What if I told you…I was LITERALLY working on my version of Untitled Levi when you sent me this ASK dfjhkbvljhvbweljrhvb. I’ve been CAUGHT. 💀

Just…Look at him please…

He’s taking over my life. HOW DARE YOU.

Also, welcome to this corner of tungle. We are fucking insane, but we love our babygirl Lev’ somethin’ fierce.

I can’t wait to check out your art! If you ever need anything, you know where to find me.

ALL OF MY BIG STUPID LOVE.

XX

#moots: mica #untitled #levi ackerman #asks #levi fanfiction #wips #my art

[adoringhaikyuu]

idk if you’ve done this before but rough sex with iwaizumi + thigh riding + edging

iwaizumi x f!reader • nsfw • (light degradation • thigh riding • edging • oral • fingering • slapping (pussy and boobs) • penetration)

i think when you've purposely acted like a brat all day, pushing all of iwaizumi's buttons, giving him attitude and just being difficult all day with the hopes of him putting you in your place, he'll play along. but when he's had a bad day on his own, at work? things don't exactly go the way you expect them to.

he's not letting you touch him at all, cause brats don't deserve to touch or to be touched. so he ties your hands behind your back, sometimes using cuffs, and has you ride his thigh as he sits back and lets you do all the work, eyes glazing over you in poorly hidden lust and hunger and feigned disinterest.

"come on, you wanted my attention that bad, now you've got it. you're lucky i'm even letting you touch me."

you're whimpering and tearing up, just aching for his touch, for his hands to guide your movements, squeeze your hips, slap your ass, play with your tits, choke you––anything.

but he just sits there and watches you. until your movements are stuttering, your body close to the edge. and just as you're about to tip over, he finally grabs you and holds you in place, ruining your orgasm as you gasp and whine, your pussy clenching and throbbing, practically crying for release.

without warning, he flips you over and buries his face into you, licking and sucking your clit ferociously, practically hurling you back to the edge, shaking his head from side to side as he presses his tongue against you, before pulling away and holding your twitching thighs as far apart as they can go with his two hands. eyes transfixed on your pulsing pussy, even just his stare making you heat up.

soon enough, he dives back in again, hands squeezing your thighs as he tonguefucks you before switching his attention back to your clit, a finger working its way into your opening, stretching you out until two, then three fingers fit, thrusting inside of you wildly, pressing against that spot that makes you squirt.

he's groaning into you like a wild animal, his movements fast and sloppy but somehow so precisely hitting all the right spots, making your toes curl and the tension in your stomach tighten.

this time when your high approaches, it feels even more forceful than before and you know you're going to make a mess, you're bracing yourself for it almost painfully. you can almost taste it, you know it'll be so blinding when it washes over you.

but he pulls away yet again. and when you whine pathetically, begging him to please let you cum, cause you need it so bad, he just glares at you, mouth and chin covered in your wetness as he licks his lips and brings a hand down to slap your between your thighs without warning. you let out a mix between a gasp and a whimper and he does it again and again, till your thighs are practically trembling.

"i say when and if you get to cum." he raises a brow, daring you to act out again. "got it, princess?"

and since you're so sensitive, so eager to cum, you nod your head like a good girl. "yes haji."

he throbs in his pants at the sight of you and how easily it was so make you compliant for him, how sweet his name sounds coming from your lips but throws that thought aside. he's got a job to do.

he unties your hands just to tie them again in front of you, pinning them above your head as he leans over you, one hand sliding down the inside of your arm, to your chest, where he tugs and pinches your nipples roughly, not enough to really hurt, just to shock you. then, he grabs your breast, fondling it for his own pleasure before slapping it, reveling in the light gasp you let out that soon turns into a breathless moan. your back is arching into him and he bites his lip.

"such a little slut for me, aren't you." it's not a question, but a statement.

he unbuttons his pants with one hand and slips his cock out, and the sight alone of his arm flexing, veins tracing along his skin as he does so, is enough to make you clench. he slides his cock through your folds, letting you buck into his touch, before slapping the tip on your clit a few times, until you're whining.

then he shoves his cock into you, bottoming out immediately, grunting as you moan loudly and squeeze around him, practically trapping him inside you.

he bites his lip and curses, eyes falling shut unconsciously for a few seconds as he tries to control himself. one hand is pinning your hands above your head, and the other comes down to bend your thigh back as far as it goes. he wants to see how deep he is inside you.

he watches you clench around him for a moment, before pulling back until just the tip is inside of you, before slamming back into you, filling you to the hilt, making your eyes roll back as you yelp involuntarily. he does this three more times, slowly, letting you feel every inch of him, before he picks up the pace and starts thrusting into you wildly, the slapping sound almost deafening as you jolt underneath him.

your mouth is stuck open, moans and whines tumbling from it as you feel every part of your body come alive. "s'good, so good haji––fuck!"

his eyes are focusing on every part of you, trailing all over your body as he fucks into you, pouring out all his frustrations into his thrusts. he's properly pounding into you, sweating as he pants and grunts at the feeling of your wet walls wrapped around him.

it doesn't take long for you to feel that familiar pull in your gut and you're tightening around him even more, even though it seems like it shouldn't be possible. your breaths are getting choppier, eyes filled with tears cause it feels so good, he feels so good.

and this time it doesn't seem like he's going to stop, he's too caught up on the feeling of you, his pace is relentless. your thighs start to tremble, eyes rolling to the back of your head and––he pulls out of you abruptly and your eyes open in shock. you let out a painful plea, "no haji please please please––i can't-"

you can barely speak and your eyes are so filled with tears, clouded with need, that you can barely see his face. but next thing you know, you're filled to the brim again and he's pounding into you even faster than before. "i think you've learned your lesson." he's leaning down so that his lips are next to your ear and he's growling, "cum for me, baby. you wanted to cum so do it. drench my cock in your juices and scream my fucking name."

with that, he brings a hand down and rubs at your clit furiously and you let out a loud, long moan, eyes fully shut as you twitch and shake, coming with a cry of his name that has him moaning and spilling inside of you. you're both trembling, and somehow your lips ended up locked together, tongues messily tasting each other as you moan into each other's mouths. he's still throbbing inside you, giving slow, shallow thrusts as you continue to milk his cock.

your kisses slow down, still passionate, but not as intense and he pulls back to look at you, giving you a small but loving smile as he shakes his head. "you really test my patience, sweetheart."

you smile back, eyes glinting up at him. "you love it."

so things don't always go as planned, but in the end, you're both always more than satisfied.

#i feel like my writing is so rusty lmaoo #iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi thirst #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi blurb #iwaizumi drabble #haikyuu #haikyuu thirst #haikyuu smut

[echos-newlegs]

So this is an NSFW Alphabet for Echo requested by @smallandangrey . They requested a Tech one as well, and an Echo fic so 😳 expect some more stuff.

I am still working on other requests in my inbox as well! Dw. Just worked on this since it was easier for my tired brain. Hopefully I can write an actual one-shot tomorrow 😌💕💕

No tags since this is strictly nsfw and I don't wanna make the tags uncomfortable 😳 idk it's late and I'm overthinking lmaoo

Echo NSFW Alphabet below the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Since the citadel Echo has been real into affection. Especially with you. It often grounds him and reminds him that he's there, you're there, this is real. This is happening. So when the two of you finish he is almost always pulling you close to him. Though it did take some warming up, since at first he was really worried he'd hurt you or make you uncomfortable with his mechanical limbs. 

After sex he just enjoys a good cuddle. He Especially loves it when you let him lay his head on your chest and you hold him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

After the citadel incident he's never really been into anything on himself. He'd have to say his eyes or his mouth. Since you always say you love his eyes, and his mouth seems to bring you the most pleasure from sex. Though I do hc only his thigh down were blown off in the explosion. He still isn't too sure about it since after citadel he lost a lot of his stamina and he doesn't last as long as he used to. 

On you, I see this hc a lot but it honestly makes sense to me. Don't ask why, but he is a tits man. He enjoys the softer, sweeter things in life. So your tits? Small or big? Sheesh he's on 'em like they're his will to live! He could lay on them, squeeze 'em, or even suck on them all night if you let him. After you got him to open up about what he wanted to try out. Which again- took some time. But he admitted he'd like to fuck your tits. It was awkward at first for him, but he absolutely nearly died after. Especially since that was probably the shortest he'd ever last with you. He just completely lost it, especially when you licked some of the cum that got on the corner of your mouth. He swears his soul left him for a second after that. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not too into messes, but he does enjoy Cumming on your chest or your stomach. Echo doesn't really want to even try and risk accidentally impregnating you. Even if you are on the pill. Tech explained to him how even condoms AND the pill can backfire in numerous ways, and now he's just not risking it. So he normally just cums on your chest or. If you're okay with it, he'll finish in your mouth. Which also has him going absolutely nuts. 

As for yours? He loves it on his tongue. Eating you out is one of his favorite things to do, and when you cum from JUST his tongue? Absolutely heavenly for the man. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Echo would be interested in trying out toys I fell. Especially with his mecho hand. He'd find add ons that gave you pleasure. Or was just enough to just tease you with. I feel like he would also have a dirty photo of you saved for just him when the two of you are apart. One that you don't know about so it just adds to his own thrill. 

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Echo at first after the citadel is fairly rusty. If the two of you were together before then he's really insecure he won't meet the expectations like he did before he was in stasis for almost over a year. If the two of you weren't together he's still insecure, but at least he knows that you don't know how he was in bed previous years before. 

He does in fact know what he's doing. His arc twin is Fives, and I am sure that door told him stories and hooked Echo up with at least one or two beings in their lifetime. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Since Echo is a tits man he likes you either on your back, riding him, or fucking you with a mirror in front of the two of you. The way your tits bounce mesmerize him and he loves having his mouth or hands on them while the two of you get nasty. What drives him absolutely feral is when you ride him and bring his hands up to your chest. Then squeeze your hands over his his while they squeeze your breasts. Absolutely divine. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on his mood. Echo has more of a sarcastic, dry sense of humor. So if he is feeling it he will crack a joke here or there, but not too many. If you two are having sex after a long mission where he thought he wasn't going to make it out(or if he didn't think you were, if you travel with tbb.) Then he's normally more serious and sappy while he fucks you slowly into the night. Reminding himself that he has you and you have him, still. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Echo is pretty well groomed. He doesn't like a mess, and plus it's too itchy for him when it gets too long. So he always keeps it trimmed down. Never shaved, since for one, he doesn't like the feel of it growing back. Then two he just doesn't like himself with no hair down there. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Echo is normally pretty romantic especially when it comes to sex. He doesn't fuck to fuck, he fucks for love. He normally only sleeps with people he has an absolute attraction to. Someone that he knows won't hurt him. Or at least believes they won't. So he normally does his best to keep the moment romantic and perfect for the two of you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Echo normally doesn't jack off too much. He usually waits to come home to you so the two of you can actually help each other feel good. Rather than a hand and his imagination. Though, if he does get a nasty picture of you? He won't hesitate to use it if the mission lasts longer than usual or he's extra stressed out from his crew mates. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise Kink: this boy will absolutely love you all night long, the more you praise him. Even simple things like "that feels so good," "you're so amazing," and stuff like that will push him further to make you feel absolutely angelic.

Not sure if this is a kink or what you'd call it, but man would die if you gave him a lap dance. Echo loves taking care of you, but when you take care of him?? He feels like the luckiest guy in the galaxy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the comfort of a bed. Where the two of you have time to appreciate everything you give each other. There has been a rare occasion or two where he gets a little handsy at 79s after a few too many drinks and a guy flirting with you. Where you find yourself getting fingered in the corner or fucked in the bathroom. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Echo loves it when you wear lingerie. Even if you don't think you look good in it he thinks you're absolutely beautiful no matter what. And if it's blue or white he goes feral. 

If you kiss him in front of someone hitting on him. Or hold his hand when he's being hit on. Show any signs that he is yours and you are his, he's probably going to take you the moment you two have time. 

Another big turn on for him is when you praise him throughout the day. Man can't resist it. Especially when you say it in a dirtier tone and act all innocent when he confronts you. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondages is a bug no from him. From all the times in the war he's been held in restraints, or he's witnessed his brothers and Generals in restraints he can't stand them. He can't even handle you in them. It triggers something in him that ruins the mood for the both of you. 

He doesn't like the thought of knife or gun play. If you or him are getting hurt in the process he won't do it. He may spank you playfully here or there, but that’s about it. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He honestly prefers giving over receiving. He loves it when you're a writhing mess and gripping at him or the sheets for dear life. The taste of you and the sound of your lewd moans has him nearly creaming his pants. Plus he just loves the satisfaction of knowing he can make you come undone like that. 

He isn't against you giving him oral here or there though. Some days he loves it, especially when he's stressed out and you just drop on your knees like some sort of gift from above. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Echo prefers a more slow and sensual pace. He loves making it last as long as he can. He is definitely one of those, "this could be out last time. Let's make it last." Type of guys. So expect more love making than fucking. Though there are time where he'll give you a good fuck. Maybe one of the nights where he does try and dom. Though it normally ends with you sitting on his face because he absolutely loves it when you do. If you suffocated him he would die a happy man. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't too fond of them, but he isn't against them either. If he is doing a quickie he'd prefer to make sure no one caught you two. He'd probably die of humiliation.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Echo will only experiment if you recommend something new. As long as it isn't really messy/gross, the two of you stay safe through it, and restraints and blind folds aren't a part of it he's all good for it. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

After the citadel he lost a majority of his strength in general. Before he could last about 3-4 long rounds. Now he's lucky if he gets 2 in. He normally doesn't last too long either. Though after time he does begin to last longer and you're able to finish with him for the most part. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His hand. As said above he uses his robotic hand for sex quite a bit. He adds on accessories. Anything to make his partner feel absolutely euphoric. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Echo enjoys teasing here or there on his end, but you can normally work your way around it. One simple please and he's normally doing what you want. You have him wrapped around your finger for the most part. 

He normally despises when you tease him. Mostly because he just hates begging for anything. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Echo is a talker and a groaner. He loves muttering sweet nothings in your ear, and will also praise you to the moon. Especially if you praise in return. He grunts and groans to the point the rest of tbb tease him about it til he's flushed red and trying to.make up excuses. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would like to try sharing you. He knows his brothers like you and has thought about sharing you with one or two of them at a time. He would take charge through it, since you are technically with him and not them, but he just thinks it would be exciting and fun. He doesn't know how to ask and is too anxious you would hate the idea to ask, though.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Echo lost a lot of his muscles while in stasis. He is slowly gaining that and his color back though. Along with getting upgrades for his prosthetics. Like an actual hand that Tech built for him. As for his dick, it's average clone size. Longer and thicker than the average person's.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His isn't really too high. Even once he gets used to the fact that you love him and his body, he doesn't really have that high of a sex drive. He controls himself pretty good and doesn't really even need to jack off much unless he's really stressed. That doesn’t mean he won't initiate sex with you the moment he sees you after a long mission though. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He for the most part tries to stay up, playing with your hair until your asleep above/below/beside him. Wherever the two of you decide to cuddle against one another. It's sort of his way of making sure it's all real though. Some nights he is the first to pass out though. 

#clone wars echo #arc trooper echo #clone trooper echo #echo #echo the clone wars #echo x reader #bad batch echo #bad batch x reader #star wars #the bad batch #clone x reader #star wars alphabet #bad batch smut #echo smut

[jaideite]

Main 1-A (shoto, izuku, bakuhoe, and Iida) boys playing Minecraft with their s/o

*cries in ender pearls* I’m such a loser cause I don’t even remember most of everything that goes on in minecraft. Don’t @ me if something is wrong. Debating if I should buy Minecraft on my phone and play it

i felt bad bc i haven’t posted any good content so heres an old request ima shoot out the inbox for y’all I’m probably so rusty KWKD :(( <3

first time writing for Iida let’s see how well we do hMM ;))

TODOROKI, BAKUGOU, MIDORIYA AND IIDA PLAYING MINECRAFT WITH THEIR S/O (PLUS MIRIO TOGATA)

SHOTO TODOROKI

— doesn’t understand a single thing but still plays because you do

— he spawned into the world and moved two spaces

— he fell into a cave and survived

— then died because a cave spider attacked him

— “That’s rough buddy.”

— He’s one of those people who mines straight down and finds a whole bunch of diamonds

— “What are these light blue things in the stones?”

— “It’s an ore for a gem. You mine them and you get diamonds or emeralds. Is it like a really light blue?”

— you’re on like the other side of the cave you both went into so you can’t go over and mine them with a certain pickaxe you made specifically for mining

— you’re pissed because you always struggle to find them and here he is breaking the first rule of Minecraft and finding them

— jerk

— “So I should just get rid of them?”

— “Well I mean—“

— he throws them in lava and they make that burning “sss” sound and you just slowly look up at him from your screen

— “Shoto...what did you do with the diamonds?”

— he kinda just “oops” from his side of the room and you just rub your hands over your face and sigh

— “Oh god I’m in for a rude awakening.”

— he makes an underground farm and house and has collected sea lanterns as lights

— has collected all the diamonds in the world I’m not even kidding he just followed your rule of mining them with the gem pickaxe and diddly doo went off

— “This world sucks there are no diamonds.”

— “Oh I have some in the chest by my crafting table.”

— it’s literally a large chest and it’s full of diamonds

— like STACKS 64 DIAMONDS ALL TOGETHER

— you are just shook

— “sHOTO HOW—“

— lives in the side of a mountain too it’s actually kinda cute cause he used like stairs as chairs and stuff

— unless y’all are playing with some type of mod that allows chairs then other than that pfft your little “house” is decked out just like his bedroom

— your Minecraft beds are right next to each other too

— he thinks it’s romantic

— kinda looks more like an apartment lmaoo

— he’s more of a peaceful Minecraft player but he can survive survival mode if being asked to play

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

— blows everything up

— but not with TNT and flint and steel oh no that’s too easy for him

— the easy way is not for him

— he’s going to learn how to set redstone traps so you walk into them and don’t know

— you walk into your house and you hear the click

— “What just—“

— next thing you know your getting eaten by endermites that have been spawned in

— or your screen just freezes because of all the explosions that go off

— “No No No my stuff—“

— you just watch from the ‘respawn’ screen while he moves into your house to steal your stuff

— “Haha, I knew you had some good shit in here—fucking taking these— what the hell is hitting me—OH SHIT! NO FUCK OFF STUPID RAT LOOKING FUCKS NO DON’T FUCKING KILL ME—“

— your rolling on the floor at the situation of him raging cause the endermites killed him

— katsuki works hard but karma works harder bitch

— raids your stuff when all else fails

— “YOU TOOK ALL MY DIAMONDS?!”

— “They’re mine now bitch.”

— he is a survival mode player only

— no exceptions

— plays it at the hardest level and rages when he dies but manages to get the hang of it after a while

— the meanest and worst minecraft player to ever play with

— and on top of it all he only plays so he has your attention

— what a clown i swear

IZUKU MIDORIYA

— best one to play with tbh only second to mirio

— knows the basics and a little more

— if he made his own world he could survive pretty decently

— he keeps a notebook on the world you guys share with all the weapons and stuff you could need

— has memorized the most important potions needed like invisibility, etc.

— when you first made the world you had an icon that looked like you so you were looking for a little green haired character amongst the grass (assuming that’s where y’all spawned)

— and you are just so confused cause where is he

— “Izuku where the heck are you?”

— “By the flowers and grass.”

— “Oh no wonder I didn’t see you your hair probably—“

— and like once you finally get to the flowers you see him (or his character) and you just stop in your tracks

— cause there’s a tall, buff pixelated All Might staring back at you

— “Izuku—you know what? I ain’t even surprised.“

— “Haha...sorry.”

— you had to turn away because oh god the face on that thing was going to give you nightmares

— the armour—oh goodness the armour

— of course it’s customized to look like All Mights hero costume

— other than that—he’s a decent Minecraft player

— he has a secret world where he has built the city and all might fighting the villains

— it’s a huge flat world and it’s dedicated to all might

— he can survive pretty well at going off mining on his own but he won’t go without you just in case he dies and loses his stuff

— gets excited when he finds ores especially diamonds

— you get excited when you find emeralds because

— “Oh my god Izuku the emeralds look like your eyes.”

— all_mights_1_fan has left the game

— “Oh wow.”

TENYA IIDA

— y’all know those Minecraft books that they used to have that used to help you with like enchantments and stuff?

— Thats Iida

— he plays by the books

— has the complete handbook collection

— I do too lmaooo

— you ask him does he want to play and he just ??

— two days later he’s knocking at your door with the books in hand ready to play

— “I would suggest you go over these should we play!”

— “...Tenya—“

— when you guys play he immediately wants the rules

— “Theres only one.”

— “One—“

— “Don’t dig straight down.”

— he just stares at you mouth agape before he just starts going oFF

— “That rule is absurd! Surely there are more—“

— “NOpe that’s how you play.”

— he’s just ??

— no wonder you’re so chaotic you play games with oNE RULE

— what kind of g a m e has o n e r u l e ?

— so you guys are playing and yknow Iida isn’t having the best of luck

— he’s fallen into caves, burned by lava, and been buried alive by gravel and sand

— lowkey kinda feel bad for him lmaoo

— “This game is chaotic! At least these strange green fellows are coming to greet me.”

— “Strange green fellows?”

— “Yes! Some have no clothing on, but that’s alright!”

— you’re confused for a bit until it just it’s you

— “IIDA, NO, RUN, NO OH GOD DONT—“

— when the first creeper explodes and he goes flying and he starts scolding it for doing that you know you’re in for a ride

MIRIO TOGATA

— also best person to play with

— a combination of everyone lmaoo

— he’s like midoriya except no notebooks

— can also survive on his own but like not in hard mode like katsuki that demon

— you guys play mini games like bedwars and are definitely a couples teams just like in real life

— you guys are like pros at playing

— “Get that blue bed guy over there.”

— “You have a yellow bed behind you, watch out!”

— wholesome is what it is

— if you are like me and just chaotic at Minecraft and life

— which includes missing almost everything, forgetting the names of stuff, and building a little house on the side of a mountain for the next seven days and being scared of everything

— “Babe where are you?”

— “Uh...I’m... I’m in a cave.”

— “We are in the jungle how are you—“

— “I saw a pig and I wanted to kill it and on the way I just dropped into a hole in the ground.”

— poor mirio is just exasperated

— oh boy y’all are in for a ride

— best therapy for him if he gets depressed about the losing his quirk

#katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha bakugo #midoriya headcanons #midorya x reader #mha midoriya #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha midoriya #izuku midoriya #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shoto #todoroki headcanons #todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #mha todoroki #mirio x reader #bnha mirio #mha mirio #togata mirio x reader #mha tenya #bnha tenya #tenyaiida #iida x reader

[jokerownsmysoul]

I had a bad day

Summary: Arthur is walking his way home after visiting Arkham State Hospital and being aware of his tragic childhood.

A/N: there’s no reader this time, I didn’t know where or how to put her in; I just got inspired by this pic and went with the flow; to be honest I don’t like this fic (nothing new) and I had other expectations before writing it, but I’m used to it lmaoo.

Content: angst

Warnings: mention of past trauma and mental illness, allusion to childhood abuse and suicide (just one sentence and the precise term is not used)

Word count: 3056

tag list: @arthurflecksgirl​

A/N: english is not my first language so I apologize for any typos, I’m still learning.

How can the entire life of a human being be written on a sheet of paper?

The memories she had left in those who were part of her life, the wounds she had suffered from and the pain she had faced, the consequences her actions have spread throughout the world and extended in her own son, allowing them to be born as fruits of a fertile soil that cannot be totally controlled.

How can his own pain be summarized by writing it in sheets of paper and then leaving them in a basement as if his pain were something to be erased, as if it had never existed? That’s what Arthur was wondering as he walked the streets of a city he couldn’t recognize anymore.

Maybe it would have been better this way, maybe Arthur should have let those sheets of paper stay in that basement and let them be read only by the dust in the room that held them from a city he couldn’t see, in a world to which he had been forced to bend, his hurt knees and a prayer in his mind that screamed in silence to be heard.

In a city that sucked him up, but still, it had kept those sheets of paper for more than thirty years anyway, in a basement mixed among streets that he didn’t know and for a second, moved by a vain hope dead before actually coming to light inside him, he liked to think that maybe, just maybe, those sheets of paper were deliberately set aside in that basement to protect him from not looking at his past life in the face; a life that he couldn’t recognize as his own but of which he bore the wounds that it had left inside him.

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His feet felt so heavy as he walked through the streets of the city that at every step his ankles burned and his legs gave the impression of lifting with difficulty, as if he had heavy lead in his skin that had surrounded his muscles and didn’t allow him to move, let alone dance; while he felt his leaden feet pressing on the asphalt Arthur even thought that it was a city’s attempt to protect him from those papers that he would never have known if he had not decided that day to go to Arkham State Hospital in search of a truth he never thought would be so different from his hopes and convictions.

How had the words to be written on those sheets been chosen? Deciding which word matched in the best way with his mother’s pain, choosing the words that best could correspond to the wounds that had been inflicted through this pain and that most of the others deserved to have a place on those sheets of paper.

Was his life really so worthless that it could be described by a simple word? Was his life really so irrelevant that it could be enclosed in a single sheet of paper and let it be written by hands of someone who didn’t even experience that pain and would never feel it?

Yet those sheets of paper seemed to be the only way through which people, perhaps, he hoped, could have understood him. They could have found the strength to no longer be frightened by his condition and suffering, they could have accepted his mental illness without expecting him to behave in a different way from the ill person he was and choose him, with his behavior and his broken soul, choose him for who he was entirely. Those sheets of papers described his condition more than his card could ever have done, yet, and perhaps for this very reason, as his emaciated body was swallowed up by that dark and gloomy city, he thought that nothing had ever hurt him more than those sheets of paper had done and he couldn’t see a way to save himself. No, not anymore.

When he was required to give his card to those who attended his laughter he perfectly noticed how they read it, so quickly that he would have sworn they didn't read it at all and pretended to do so only to get away from him as soon as possible or keep ignoring him. Most of the time they were even annoyed by his painful laughter because it forced them to notice him and give him the attention that, really, they didn’t want to give him.

He felt responsible during these times and even obliged to apologize continuously for having drawn their attention against their will; as if having to apologize for feeling pain by always carrying that card with him wasn’t hard enough to bear for a single person, more than humanly unfair could possibly be.

And yet, every time he gave his card to some stranger, his hopes and desires remained within him and he hoped that that time it would have been different than the others. Maybe this time it will be different, maybe this time the card will be read for real, maybe they will return it back, maybe...

He wanted to catch in them the concern Arthur really wanted to read in their faces when they turned towards him, he wanted them to feel empathy or a bit of understanding, he wanted to see the look of someone who had truly read those words and understood that behind his card it wasn’t hiding a clown thing, but a burden that weighed more on his life than they might think, perhaps they would have even told him little nothing of comfort.

That never happened.

Very often he thought he was so invisible that not even his card could be read with the attention Arthur deserved and that he would want to receive; he thought he was lucky when people were willing to interact with him enough to return the card and not throw it on the ground like it was garbage to be disposed.

As if his own pain was garbage to be disposed.

Just like anyone who decided to left those sheets of paper in a basement and let them rot in the dust of a life that had been torn from him and couldn’t go back to, left in a box where no one could ever read them and know his story.

By now he had become accustomed to seeing pieces of paper in which his pain was written being treated like garbage and perhaps his own pain deserved nothing more than to be buried in the desolation of a basement where no one would ever look at those papers and understand how much pain his soul had to carry on its own, or thrown to the ground ready to be trampled as his card.

How words needed to describe the pain and suffering of a person, that should bring comfort and make sure that they do not bring further pain to anyone who reads them, may hurt so badly? Those words were enough to destroy Arthur’s soul and make it waver on a plane that was already unstable and very fragile and had nothing to support him, he felt like as if a huge papercut had cut his soul in two parts.

Arthur was walking his way home, and all he could think about was what destroyed him that day. Whenever he thought he could no longer be broken and suffering much more than he was already, life put itself between him and the others, between everything he wanted but wasn’t allowed to have.

That day he had hoped that all the informations about his mother he had been told weren’t true as much as the attentions of those who kept their eyes on his card, pretending to read every word of his pain but not read them at all.

He hoped that the words he had been told about his mother’s mental illness would be full of all the neglect he had met during his life, he hoped that people had once again mocked him; yet, the only words he wanted were careless and devoid of truth, the only words he hoped would not describe his mother’s suffering which he didn’t want to accept but that followed him everywhere, were the only true words that had ever been told to him, the same words he had read in those pieces of paper.

Until then he had dreamed of the version of himself he wanted to be, and once he read those words, this dream in which he had lived all his life had now been broken, forcing him to look at a childhood he couldn’t recognize as his own and read words of memories he didn’t really remember or want to, to look at a reality he no longer knew and in which he couldn’t even recognize himself, so small and fragile was he in a world too cruel for him to face it just by himself and surrounded by buildings so imposing they hid the sky, which was the only thing that at that moment could have reminded him that something other than this cruel city where he had lived until then existed, that there was another world beyond those skyscrapers too high that he could reach.

He wondered what happens to the memories kept repressed in his subconscious once life forces them to emerge, once he was forced to read them ink on paper and look at them clearly, holding them in his hands as if they were objects with a shape and a weight.

He felt wrapped up in an illusion that he thought it didn’t belong to him as he walked alone through a labyrinth of spectral and rusty roads, totally surrounded by imposing buildings and roads that he couldn’t recognize as the same roads that every day he walked to come back home.

He hoped that that moment was the beginning of his own end, he wanted all this to end, but he knew that it wasn’t at all so and that at home he would have faced the life from which he had always escaped unknowingly but had always waited for him.

He never thought that to hurt him the most, more than those who pretending to read his card, more than those who attacking him daily and more than those who didn’t want to see him, had been the only person he had ever defended and cared for all his life. Penny.

He would never have thought that in all those memories so destructive and frightening that his mind had voluntarily wanted them to forget it was hiding the only person who more than anyone should have protected the child he had been and with whom he had shared his life; that the only place where he thought he could never be attacked, which he returned to every day after work, was precisely the place that had marked him more than the others, and more than anything had left its mark on his soul and his exhausted mind.

It was on the streets of this ghost town that he had realized the meaning of his life. He was a solitary soul. 

He was a lonely heart that at that moment was wandering in a city that didn’t want him, and in a world too cruel to allow him to live without having to apologize all the time for feeling something different than the happiness everyone had told him to feel.

The buildings were so big and imposing in front of him that they seemed to want to hide him completely, as if he were one of those super rats that invaded Gotham, that no longer deserved to live and protected themselves behind the garbage placed in the darkest alleys of the city.

He walked among the inhabitants of Gotham while the rain was surrounding him entirely and not even in the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced they seemed to notice him.

How far should his pain have gone for him to be noticed? How much suffering enough he had to be to be seen as he wanted?

He would have wanted to be seen, he would have wanted someone to turn to him and see the invisible tears on his face that he had never been able to shed, but at that moment they were so desperately desired by him that he was feeling them under his skin, hidden in silence behind his face upset by a suffering that he didn’t yet know how he would handle it; those tears were so highly desired but at the same time so denied by his own body that the only thing allowed to him was to perceive them within himself as if they were a ghost reminding him that his pain existed, yet it didn’t matter enough even for Arthur who wouldn’t let himself cry, not even laugh.

Even a single person holding his card in their hands as if it were something that matter would have been enough to him.

The rain that was accompanying him on his way home seemed to be the only element of the world he lived in to have truly seen him, so drenched and messy was he at that moment. His hair was long liquid strands glued to his face, his clothes attached to his skin followed the sharp forms of his lean body making him look skeletal and weighing down the weight he was already carrying with difficulty on his shoulders.

He wondered if he was so drenched  at that moment because the rain was offering him its very self and he wondered if, knowing that though at such a painful moment even his painful laughter wasn’t enough, these rainy tears were crying on his behalf by falling from the sky to his body as if they were tears of his own eyes.

Perhaps the rain was cleaning from his body the traces of all the words written in those sheets of paper that he hadn’t recognized by reading them, perhaps it was purifying him from a life that wasn’t fitting him, as if it were a dress of a smaller size. Maybe the world was apologizing and teaching him how to fall without getting hurt through the rain which falling to the ground never breaks but mixes and blends itself with the asphalt, disappearing completely.

And yet, as the rain hit him and he felt the raindrops crushing against his hair and worn out clothes, he also wondered if those tears could be a punishment.

The punishment of being in the world, the punishment of existing in the wrong way and not the way people expected, the punishment for being so shattered at that moment that not even his painful laughter could escape from his lungs with such power it scratched his throat and held it in a grip so strong that it suffocated him.

At that moment not even his laughter’s pain could come out of his mouth and he felt the skin of his face completely numb by a pain that couldn’t emerge in any way, because there are sorrows so strong that lead to feel nothing.

At that moment he was underwater, totally immersed in his own pain. Under the water of a rain he couldn’t understand whether it was a purification that was weeping on his behalf or a punishment for his existence, under the water of his thoughts that were eating its already wounded soul making him suffocate. His body was a cage that was draining him from within and kept him from having any chance of experiencing his emotions in the way every human seemed to succeed, except for him. 

He had reached the elevator of the building where he lived and the closer he got to his apartment, the more in his mind Sophie’s image grew. Perhaps seeing his pain at its height when it was stronger and more overwhelming than ever would have allowed Sophie to understand him on that night, maybe she would have been the warmth he sought so much in the world and that, ironically, all this time had lived right next to him without him being aware of it.

He went right to his apartment and although he still felt his feet wrapped in lead and was struggling to walk his steps were firm and solid as they had never been since he woke up that morning, imagining that through Sophie he would understand whether the rain that poured on him was really purifying as he had hoped until then, or a punishment as he had feared.

He wondered if she would hold him in her arms even though his clothes were wet, he wondered if she had recognized upon him this purifying rain which had decided he deserved some salvation; he wondered if embracing him by letting herself soak in his clothes she would have also welcomed his pain and said words of comfort to take off from him the signs of that bad day.

He was afraid that, like all the bystanders he’d come across on his way home, Sophie would not have been able to recognize in him the man worthy of love who was hiding behind that expression contracted in unacceptable pain as he crossed the threshold of her apartment; he feared that in the rainy drops that were falling from his hair on his already soaked clothes she wouldn't see the purification as he hoped, but the punishment the sky had inflicted on him and a man who didn’t deserve to be accepted even in his worst, when he was more fragile and in need of someone by his side.

He explored with his fingers things and furniture belonging to a life he wanted to be his completely alone, submerged in his loneliness from which he wanted to escape and, despite his fears and his soaking clothes, he hoped that he could really have the life he was looking for.

Would Sophie have welcomed his soul as drenched, worn and messy as his clothes were by embracing him and letting not only his clothes but also his sorrowful soul drench her, too, welcoming him and his sorrows?

Would she have seen him, accepted him, loved him?

#arthur fleck x reader #arthur x y/n #arthur fleck x you #arthur fleck imagine #joker x reader #joker #joker x you #joker x y/n #joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix x you #joaquin phoenix x y/n #joaquin phoenix x reader #arthur fleck angst #joker angst #joker fan fiction #jokerownsmysoul fic #joker 2019 #arthur fleck

[kim-miyeon]

I often write about how I’ve really liked your series but it’s getting better and better! Your writing style is also getting better (just my op heheh not saying that there was anything wrong, just that I think you’re improving) like narrative wise, it’s much clearer, the story is progressing really well.

BUT THE ANGST BREAKS MY HEART PLEASE MAKE THEM HAPPY 😭😭😭😭 real life is already too sad lol

Oh my god thank you so much! It means a lot to hear that cause I haven’t wrote anything for so long so I am super rusty! But I can feel that with ever chapter I am finding ways to make it clear! So thank you so much for that comment I could kiss you 😘

Also I am SORRY FOR THE ANGST. I cannot reveal much but I am sorry for the angst LMAOO love you dearly

#your comments are so nice #I’m so uwu #the angst is overwhelming I apologize haha #we will get through it together

[softpine]

sooo sorry this took me so long!! after i finished tlou2 i felt like i just crawled out of a cave sjdkjs so hello again!! i’m back :’)

@suibianss welcome back!! thank you so much 🥺 i hope you’re doing well too!! 💖

oh my god, thank you so much 😭😭 right now i have no plans of going anywhere, i just created an ao3 account to post some extras!! but i’m so happy you’re enjoying it :’) 💖

oh hi!! i’m so glad you like it!! i always get so nervous posting ~real writing (even if it’s just dumb little short stories) because i’m so rusty after only writing dialogue for so long. thank you for being so encouraging 🥺💖💖

i’m so sorry about your family situation :( i’m sending you all my love, and so are my characters ;-; 💖💖💖 and i’m always here if you need to talk to someone!!

@jaanie thank you so much 🥺🥺

ohhh that makes more sense sjdksj this is so interesting to hear!! thank you so much omg ;-; 💖💗

lmaoo that’s okay!! i actually have a stat counter on my blog that shows how many hits my pages get, because it makes me feel better when notes are slowing down jsdksj there are tons of people who read the story but don’t interact, and that’s okay! ily :’) 💖

i do remember you bby!! i’m so glad you’re in a better place now 💖 mental health is a long, tough journey but i wish you the best of luck 💗💗 and thank you so much, i’m so glad i can give you something to look forward to ;-; 💖

ahh thank you!! i actually have some advice on writing characters here! 💖

thank you!! 💖 but i don’t think i understand the question :( did you maybe mean reshade? if so, fuschiateasims has some amazing presets for spooky vibes!! if that’s not what you meant, feel free to come back 💗

omg you’re so sweet 🥺 thank you so much!! i feel super refreshed after my little break (that wasn’t really a break but jsdjks) 💖

oh no!! thank you for letting me know, i’ll try and fix it when i can! i hate tumblr lmao ;-;

@feartrait​ omg that’s so cool!! thank you so much 😭 i just followed you and wow, the VIBES in your first post, i can’t wait to see more!! 💖

i wrote a few tips here!! and here are some more tab mode shortcuts if you haven’t used them yet. i hope that helps!! 💖

tlou2 discussion / minor spoilers:

yeah unfortunately it’s a ps4 exclusive :( i hate exclusive games, but i bought a ps4 just to play the first tlou because i just Knew it would fuck me up for life lmaoo. but i completely get that!! i can’t play horror games, tlou is kinda pushing it for me at some parts, but i think a no-commentary playthrough would be good! there are no cheap jumpscares, usually if there’s anything scary you can just shut your eyes :’) you’ll have to tell me what you think if you do watch it!! 💖

oh nice!! me and your roommate have superior tastes jfksjd

STOP this is too sweet omg 💖 i love you 🥺

lmaooo i know right, i was so pissed but also relieved that i finally finished it sdjkjs (also thank you so much!! i really loved the game!!)

fjksjds this is the only time a tumblr glitch has ever been a good thing

@kaiju-sims oh my god i know 😭😭 that part was so pure, i thought it had to be a dream at first... the part where they were dancing with jj in the kitchen ahhhhhhh

#story post coming in like 5 minutes! #asks #anonymous #saviorhide #brandi answers #kaiju-sims #feartrait #jaanie #suibianss

[soldier-poet-king]

i was tagged by @llleeerrroooyyy and @westerings thank you friends!!!!!

Rules: Tag 21 people you’d like to know better! (If you don’t know 21 people  that’s fine too, just tag who you want)

Nickname: frankie, fran, cesca, never EVER franny

Zodiac: cancer?? i think??? i know nothing about zodiac but i like constellations, you cant see them in the city tho :(((

Height: 5′2′’

Last movie I saw: i watched into the spiderverse last night and it was A DELIGHT

Last thing I googled: how to spell daniel handler’s last name bc i kept writing it as hadler

Favorite Musician: ????? i cant pick one im literally all over the place

Song Stuck In My Head: st vincent’s new york and also regina spektor’s samson

Other blogs: @and-the-sun-shone-upon-her but that’s like my mental bullshit blog, so like, proceed with caution friends it’s for rambling when things Get Real Bad (i try to tag most triggers but still)

Do I get asks: sometimes!!! ive had some really nice anons lately!

Blogs following: tOO MANY (675 - im working on narrowing this shit down so im less stressed)

Amount of sleep: uhhhh anywhere between 5 and like 10 hrs??? it’s BAD i know my doctor and counselor and group therapist have all told me this

Lucky number: 2, 4, 7

What I’m wearing: jeans, tshirt, cardigan

Dream job: ???? a hobbit?? a hobbit beekeeper who runs an orphanage??? with a side job as an academic??/ im INDECISIVE OK

Dream trip: GREECE i spent so long studying this shit i wanna SEE IT, also, the Holy Land, New Zealand, southern France (i spent like 2 days in Nice once, but i wanna go to the countryside)

Favorite food: carbs and grains in any shape or form, give me that good good bread/pasta/rice/potatoes

Play any instrument: flute!!! i havent picked one up in years but i still remember my scales (i ought to get a used one someday, i think i’d like it)

Languages: english, very rusty french, italian (i can understand calabrese dialect and i can read proper italian pretty well, struggle with speaking it), latin, ancient greek

Favorite songs: INDECISION

Random fact: EDIT - I missed this question and still had Krista's answer lmaoo - Im surprisingly flexible for someone who very rarely exercises, my new gym buddies are a runner and a cross fit gal and I'm more flexible than both (definitely far far far less strong or fit tho lmao)

Describe yourself with aesthetics: old books and medieval manuscripts by candelight (we’ll ignore the fact that all the manuscripts i work with are digital scans), dandelions growing through sidewalk cracks, feeling sunshine on your face on the first warm day after winter end, floral prints, brown oxford shoes, tall trees for climbing and napping under, small clear lakes in hidden valleys, a warm homecooked meal shared with a loved one, soft and gentle hands, wild frizzy hair, springtime rain, fat slow bumblebees, espresso first thing in the morning, self-sacrificial devotion

#thank you friends!!! #the aesthetic one was hard #bc im so obsessive about my concept of the self #so perhaps it's more the me i wish to be #maybe that's okay

[gayoongles]

50 questions tag

I was tagged by @mikrokosyoongs thank u bb🥺💘 1. What takes up too much of your time? currently studying + final projects😪 but usually my time is spent trying to keep up w all my kpop boys (mostly bts) hfudsihf 

2. What makes your day better? listening to music, playing my cello, talking to my friends, n rugby 3. What’s the best thing to happen to you today? BLACK HAIRED TAE IS BACK (im still not over it bye) AND I GOT BTS TIX

4. What fictional place would you like to go to? uhhhh idk? maybe the hp universe but ngl I havent watched/read much lately that takes place in a historical setting besides got and I know for sure I dont wanna b there hfdjhf 

5. Are you good at giving advice? I like to think I am but idk 

6. Do you have any mental illness? sadly yeah😣

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? no, thank fuck. id fr die 8. What musician inspired you the most? yoongi, min yoongi, suga, syub, the love of my life, and kim namjoon

9. Have you ever fallen in love? wish I cld say no hahah but

10. What’s your dream date? idk I dont rly have one hfudshf I like amusement parks a lot but also cuddling sounds like an AMAZING date idea

11. What do others notice about you? ppl always comment on my hair (bc I always have it dyed) and my height first so I guess those fhiusdfhi, personality wise tho, that im v quiet

12. What is an annoying habit you have? biting my nails. I try so hard every day to not but it ends up happening anyway

13. Do you still talk to your first love? no, thankfully

14. How many exes do you have? 5 and all of them ended up sucking yeet😛

15. How many songs are in your playlist? idk bc I have like 7483758 playlists 

16. What instruments can you play? cello! and a bit of ukulele but I havent picked it up in a while so im probably rusty

17. What do you have the most pictures of? bts, but out of all of them probably jm or yoongi

18. Where would you like to go before you die? everywhere, but mostly Europe Australia and Asia 

19. What is your zodiac? ima go deep bc why not so: leo sun cap moon aries rising. feel free to roast me in my asks abt that idk

20. Do you relate to it? my zodiac? lmao my sun no but my moon for sure

21. What is happiness to you? music. 

22. Are you going through anything right now? umm stress bc finals r in like a week but other than that no not particularly. I did just get out of a rly bad like month, almost 2 month long depressive episode tho so its been rough bouncing back from that bc I got behind on a LOT of work bc of it

23. What’s the worst decision you ever made? not a specific decision but I trusted too easily in the past and it always hurt me

24. What’s your favorite store? I dont rly shop that much in specific stores ngl, maybe line friends tho? it was a rly cute store when I visited last month :(

25. What’s your opinion on abortion? your body, your decision. no one elses

26. Do you keep a bucket list? nah, theres things I wanna do but idc enough to write them down or keep track or anything

27. Do you have a favorite album? persona, lys tear, and dark and wild r so so superior dont @ me I won't change my mind

28. What do you want for your birthday? hfidshfi not 2 b that bitch but I always only ask for money

29. What are most people’s first impression of you? that I’m really quiet and reserved. also that im fucking short

30. What age do you seem according to most people? I got mistaken as 12 once when I was 18 but recently idk, maybe 17? probably not much younger now since I go to college

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? next to me on my bed bc I always end up falling asleep while on it

32. What word do you say the most? yoongi or some curse word probably

33. What’s the oldest age you would date? 22 or 23? idk I havent rly thought of it much. except id date hyung line for sure if they fucking asked, screw age preferences in that case.

34. What’s the youngest age you would date? 18 since im only 19 lmao

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you? anything music related 

36. What’s your favorite music genre? any varying kind of rock except most metal (alt, indie, classic, etc.), pop (and that included kpop), and hip hop

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be? um? tbh I like New York but uhh any country that it’s legal to be lgbtq+ in since my trans gay ass wldnt thrive anywhere that it’s illegal obvi

38. What is your current favorite song? dionysus and home and also bonfire by childish gambino

39. How long have you had this blog for? I dont know tbfh, maybe a year and a half? two years? bc it was a marvel blog before it was a bts blog so..

40. What are you excited for? METLIFE DAY 2 LETS GOOOO

41. Are you a better talker or listener? listener. talking takes a lot out of me mentally if im sober unless im w someone im rly comfy w

42. What is the last productive thing you did? uhh this weekend I finished 3 whole assignments dsifhi that's abt it

43. What do you want for christmas? idk? money? to get to spend time w my dad n step sisters? christmas is so far away man idk yet

44. What class do you get the best grades in? music related courses and english/writing

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now? 6, wld be more if I wasnt stressed out of my mine but ukno

46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years? mmm my hope is that ill b a relatively successful music producer/engineer by then but we’ll see how that goes lmaoo

47. When did you get your first heartbreak? threeee years ago I think? its been a hot second

48. What age do you want to get married? bro im only 19 I dont wanna think abt marriage

49. What career did you want to have as a child? a vet! and then I realized u had to put pets down sometimes so I said fuck that

50. What do you crave right now? physical affection lmaoo

m not gonna tag anyone bc I kinda took an break from work that I shouldn't have to do this so fhidsh anyone can do this if u want idk

#tag game #about me #not bts

[gracefulweather]

Everyone?! Its like 3 boys??? WHOLE MENU LOOL

You seeing tbz: 👁👄👁 a buffet

IT DOES NOT SCREAM MIRAE PLS AKFNSNDMD okay easy love isn't even anything akdkd like it's a slice of life and I just couldn't shut up lmao but also I tried reading recently and I got bored aldkdk

Yes, tis a tragic love story collab so I was like yea I can do that to him :D to Chanhee... its gonna hurt😭

But that's fair I always hype myself for collabs then later i regret akdkd but bbangju :o that's interesting

LOL a shot would probably help but I cant think of alcohol rn akdkd a good nights sleep definitely helps and lots of mental role playing lmao (and prayer, I always pray to God it goes well 😭) but yeah practice helps and at least you know the questions so when you have time just sit and type up the answers so you can look back on your notes and I find googling the questions or potential interview questions for whatever you've applied for helps to have some sort of idea. LOL ME I always feel like I bullshit my way through akdkkd

Please you're already in the lovers stage with Hyunjae, think you're more like that bickering couple than anything smh

three boyz HMM??? hey i see you talking about haknew but also sunwoo and changmin... and now juyeon. that's everyone except for hyunjae ok 🧐 THE BUFFET LINE THO AHAHA i love that, 12/10 would use in a future fic 😍 yeahhh gotta have a little variety yknow? (don't @ me tho i often order the same thing every time at restaurants 💀)

hmm but it's always boring to read our own fics cuz we know what happens, or we get stuck on typos and little mistakes. but i hear people are falling for h***jae thru easy love.... maybe i don't want that >:(((

ahh that collab... riiight that was another reason i noped outta there real fast LMAO cannot handle angst whatsoever 😭😭 do you have ideas for this one yet? haha i'm guessing ya don't read/write ship fics? i've dabbled in writing both ship and reader insert for other fandoms so now trying to get back into the ship side for tbz (but writing in third person... man i am SO rusty rn. literally pronouns everywhere ahHHHH)

ohhh omg mental roleplaying ALKFDJK yes ok will do, i shall prepare for these like a presentation LMAOO. and yes typing out answers to interview questions sounds helpful. BUT can u even sleep???? the night before an interview??? i'd be subconsciously replaying questions in my head all night long 😭 BSing is the way to go unless it's technical and then... all hope is lost... hA ha... ha

EXCUSE U i only have a total of two (2)!!!!! fics!!!! for h***jae!!!! he ain't that important!!!! i do love writing him though but as a side character just for comedic relief LOL

#i'm ngl ur blogs confused the hell out of me #with regards to TIMEZONES #ur queue starts at like 10pm est #u set it to run overnight for u? #then i went scavenging thru ur blog to see if u use #british spelling LMAOOOOO #ok well i found my answer #ask

[nctloveclub]

paranoid || alex standall

prompt: Hello,love. I wanted to ask if you could do like Alex Standall fluff from. 13 reasons why? Thank you!❤ (if you can could you like that Alex is concerd about reader’s mental health and they get intp argument and make up?) + Can you do an imagine where the reader is trying to commit suicide and he catches her and it’s just fluff

warnings: mention of death, suicide attempt !!! please do not read if this bothers you in any way !!

a/n: i hope you guys like this and sorry for not writing for a bit :(( but like always requests are open and feedback is appreciated!! :) also suicide is such a sensitive topic and i know i didnt portrayed it correctly at all in this but please bear with me.

You had a normal life growing up, everything was fine and you were happy. But that had changed once your life went a little downhill, you lost some friends and your family started to drift. You soon became depressed, which had added on to your stressed state of being. But you continued on with your life and met Alex Standall when you moved to Crestmont.

The two of you hit it off when you first met, being new to the city and all. You started spending more time together and you started to open up to Alex, which was pretty rare. You let him know about your depression. Alex as well had opened up, he talked to you about his depression, which had started after the death of Hannah Baker. “I’m so sorry Alex.” You spoke, placing your hand over his. “It’s fine Y/N. It wasn’t your fault.” He spoke and you gave him a soft smile. Alex never told you about the tapes, he didn’t have a reason to tell you.

Soon enough, after lots of talking and a couple of dates, you and Alex had decided to date, officially earning the title of boyfriend and girlfriend. But soon enough your depression had taken over your life completely. You still got up and carried on with your day but you felt as if you didn’t need to be alive. You started questioning your existence and soon enough the feeling became overwhelming.

Of course, Alex had noticed your change in behavior. He didn't want to just randomly mention it, so whenever the two of you talked he would try and casually mention your health. But you being distracted by your state, never noticed till Alex had snapped. "Y/N can you tell me what's wrong?" You had looked up from your phone, seeing an annoyed Alex. "What do you mean?" You ask. "You seem off, I don't know, I just don't want you feeling like you can't tell me anything."

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. I just haven't been feeling well." You explain, to be honest, you felt like shit. But you started taking your anti-depressants, giving you the energy to carry on, and haven't been feeling as depressed. You were working on your mental health and you were telling the truth. "Really? Why won't you just let me help you Y/N. You know I'll always be here for you." Alex spoke and you sigh in annoyance.

"I'm fine." You tell him and he couldn't take that for an answer. "No, you're not fine. I know you Y/N, and I just want to help you, but you won't let me. Now I'm done trying." He said, his voice getting louder. You decided not to answer, and Alex huffed, before leaving. You sigh, running your hand through your hair. Now you felt as if you wasn't thinking and everything was happening in the heat of the moment.

Getting up, you went to your restroom and grabbed your small container of medication. You had felt tears form in your eyes and was struggling to open the container. After finally getting it open, you hadn't noticed that Alex had come back, feeling guilty about the argument you had. You had poured the rest of the pills into your hand when the bathroom room door opened. Alex couldn't believe the sight in front of him, and he rushed over to you as quickly as he could to try and take the pills out of your hand.

You had started screaming at him as tears flowed down your face. "JUST LET ME DO THIS! LET ME DIE!" Alex was able to knock the pills out of your hand and now attempted to calm you down. "I can't let you do this Y/N." He spoke to your crying state. He kept a reasonable distance away from you, he wanted to just hold you in his arms, but he felt as if it would just overwhelm you. So he waited till your tears stopped and your breathing to slow down before bringing you close to him.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have pushed you. You said you were fine and I should have believed you." He said, rubbing his hand on your arm to soothe you. "I shouldn't have done this. I wasn't thinking." You said softly. Then the two of you sat in silence, taking in of what could've been.

this sucks and im sorry. kinda rusty on my writing lmaoo

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