#i'm sorry if it's too ooc

[evilkaeya]

It icks me so bad when people complain about other people's writing/drawing style like damn bitch make it yourself then

#there's a thick line between constructive criticism and fucking complaining and shit talking #laughing abt ooc characterization is one thing. I do that too I'm no saint. #but going for the writing style/specific words they use is just... stfu #you cant use this word you can't use that word you can't refer to the character using their hair color their age their job seriously SHUT UP #I'm sorry I'm vv annoyed rn #nothing happened to me personally btw I just saw a post

[eurydicees]

me sitting by you, sitting without seeing me 

summary: when tamaki gets to japan, this is his first mistake: greeting his father. prompt: music recs, any human friend (album), for @selkiecoded pairings: tamaki suoh/kyoya ootori words: 1877 warnings: homophobia, mentions of canon-typical abuse and racism notes: a mix of manga and anime canon is used! i mostly used inspiration from the song "i'm not where you are" off of this album. ty for the rec i really enjoyed it!!

When Tamaki gets to Japan, this is his first mistake: greeting his father. 

It’s a stupid mistake. He knows it’s a stupid mistake. He knows better than to say what he did. He didn’t use the correct level of formality when he spoke to his father in Japanese, and it got him first a slightly disapproving frown from his father and then, from his grandmother, a scoff and a dismissal. She waves her hand at him and says, “You’ll know better than to address me, at least, so informally, I expect.” 

The shame colors his cheeks, heats up his insides, sending him spiraling back to France. He’s been in Japan and with his family for five minutes and already fucked up. He takes a deep breath and says, “Yes, Grandmother. It’s good to see you,” as formally as he remembers how, and then bows. 

She scoffs again, and then turns around and walks away. This is the first of many times that he will disappoint her. Or, this is just the latest of times in the string of times he’s disappointed her just by virtue of being born. Which wasn’t his fault, but it’s hard to feel like it isn’t his problem. 

Tamaki is led to his room in the second Suoh mansion, where he unpacks his few things, sets his photo of his mother on a shelf, and then lies down in the bed and stares up at the ceiling. He doesn’t hate Japan. He doesn’t. It’s just that he doesn’t fit. 

This is not the last time he will feel like this. The next time is when he goes to dinner, and he greets the maid on his way to the dining room in search of the meal. He just says hello, and he bows, because he’s pretty sure that’s what you’re supposed to do when you meet people for the first time, and she stutters something that sounds like “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” and then she stumbles around a corner and turns away. 

It’s a little strange, but maybe she was just nervous meeting someone new, and so he doesn’t think much of it until he greets the cook who serves him and he does the same thing. It’s not until he talks to the head of the servants that he’s finally told that that’s just not how things work around here. The servants are not his friends. They are to be treated with respect, but they aren’t there to talk to him or spend time around him. 

Oh, is all that he can think. He doesn’t know how he feels about that. On one hand, he knows that that’s the nature of their job and of his position. On the other hand, he believes every human being deserves a hello and a good morning and a note of respect in his voice. 

But he’ll go with this for now. He’s desperate to be what he’s expected to be. He’s been set adrift in Japan and he’s clinging to every lifeline he can grasp at; he’s clinging tight to the things he knows to be true and the things he’s told he’s wrong about. The problem is just that it seems that he’s wrong about everything. 

As he comes to understand the world and culture and language and customs a little better, it becomes quickly apparent that his father hasn’t told the truth about everything. In all their conversations about Japan, there are so many things he hadn’t mentioned and even more things that he said that are outright untrue. The fact that his father lied to him about so many things doesn’t sit well in his stomach. But he’s also not brave enough to confront him about it, to ask why he would do that to him, to wonder aloud if he meant so little as to lie about his own heritage, and so he just lives with his new and corrected knowledge.

It’s Kyoya, really, who tells him the truth. Kyoya, who never fails to tell him when he’s wrong. Kyoya, who doesn’t hold back anymore. Kyoya, who reminds him to sleep before dreaming but then builds his dreams anyways.

But even with Kyoya, there’s a disconnect that bothers Tamaki. There’s a kind of broken piece between them: if they were each one half of a puzzle, there would be a single piece in the middle that had fallen by the wayside, never to be found again. There’s a kind of crack in the floor they stand on that represents a canyon that he cannot cross, but that he must leap over before he fully understands what it means to live in Japan, to be Japanese, to be half, to be everything that he is and wants to be and is supposed to be. 

“I could be a preschool teacher,” he tells Kyoya once. 

“As if your father would let that happen,” Kyoya replied. 

He’s right, he’s always right, but it’s still a wake up call that Tamaki didn’t really want. He knows that there are things expected of him. He knows that who he is now is not enough for anyone—for his family. 

He knows that who he will be is a shape molded years upon years ago, when it became clear he was the only heir and the weight of the Suoh family was put on his shoulders. Or, when it became clear he was the only heir and the weight of being good enough to call himself Suoh was made into a quest, an obstacle, a fight to the death. 

It’s strange. He loves who he is. He wants to love who he will be. He doesn’t know how. 

He also doesn’t know how to get there—to the future. He doesn’t know how to become what he needs to be. There are too many things in his childlike wonder that Tamaki doesn’t want to let go of. Love is a tool, a weapon, a shield, and he wields it strong and careful with both hands. 

Love is also unwelcome. This is something he learns early on in his life in Japan. 

This is something he learns when his grandmother calls him a disgraceful bastard. This is something he learns when a girl at school gives him a strange look and then calls him a halfer; just a brief, throwaway comment to her, but to Tamaki it is a prick of a needle popping his heart. This is also something he learns later, when he kisses Kyoya, and he gets caught. 

They are seventeen. They are sitting in Music Room 3, and everyone is supposed to be gone for the day. They were supposed to be alone for hours, talking about the club and life and the future and all of the things that they speak about when no one else is there to listen. 

But Haruhi forgot her phone—she’s ridiculously lax about the care and upkeep of the thing, mostly because she didn’t want it in the first place—and she had come back for it. She had hesitated at the door when she saw how close they were sitting to each other. Maybe she was curious. Maybe something in her gut just told her to stop, to stand at a crack in the door that neither had noticed, and wait. 

Either way, she stands there and watches as Tamaki puts his hand to Kyoya’s cheek and presses a tender kiss to his lips and then pulls away with a smile. Kyoya has that light pink color at his cheeks that he gets when they kiss, something Tamaki has teased him to no end about, and he looks so eiderdown-soft and rose-red-in-love that Tamaki kisses him again. 

They were supposed to be alone. 

And here’s the thing: they know that none of their close friends would care if they were together. Most of them probably have some kind of inkling that they’re together already, and none of them have ever once made a comment about it. 

They’ve been dating for almost a year now, and while they’re not blatantly obvious or advertising their relationship status, it’s also clear in the way they look at each other. Tamaki has always been expressive in everything he does, and loving Kyoya is no different. He doesn’t say it out loud to anyone else, but if you look closely at his searching eyes, you’ll notice that they always come back to Kyoya eventually. 

Still, it’s not something that they’re allowed to have. This—in love—is not who they are supposed to be. This—together—is not who they are expected to be. There is something evil in Tamaki that wants Kyoya and doesn’t care what his father thinks. There is something disgusting in Tamaki that craves Kyoya’s touch and doesn’t give a shit that his grandmother might disown him for real this time. There is something horrible and terrible and brave in Tamaki that chooses to love Kyoya in spite of the world. 

But there is also something scared in him that is not ready for the rest of the world to see it. There is something in him that does not want Haruhi to understand this part of them. There is something in him that doesn’t want to share. 

Because, really, at the end of the day, here is what it comes down to: there is the world and the universe and everyone in it, and then there is Tamaki. There is Tamaki, on the other side of the glass, reading DO NOT TAP GLASS backwards. There is Tamaki, distant and drifting and untethered from the rest of the world. From Haruhi and the hosts and even, sometimes, from Kyoya. 

There is something in him that is still a fourteen year old child messing up the grammar of his second language and reeling from his grandmother’s hatred. There is something in him that is still a fifteen year old boy falling in love and terrified of the consequences for having a feeling. There is something in him that is still a sixteen year old watching his best friend, slapped by his father because of a dream they shared. 

There is the world and its intricacies, and then there is Tamaki and his eccentricities. There is the world and its beauty, and then there is Tamaki and his monstrosity. As the earth spins forward, advancing around the sun, instead of being carried along with it, he’s left behind in the riptide: losing his family, losing his first love, losing his mind, losing his heart. 

“Haruhi,” Kyoya says, staring at her. 

“Hi,” she says. 

“Please—” Tamaki starts, then cuts himself off. 

Haruhi just nods. Maybe she understands. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe Tamaki’s side of Tamaki vs. The World is expanding. Maybe it’s not. Maybe she just doesn’t know what else there is to say. Maybe she’s just letting this slip through her fingers without making a big deal out of it, in the same way as she lets go of so many things. 

But maybe it doesn’t matter either way, if she cares or doesn’t care. Maybe it doesn’t matter if the fight is him against the world or him and Kyoya and his friends against the world. Maybe what matters is that there’s a fight in the first place, and that he is losing it. 

#i'm so out of practice writing the faves im so sorry guys i hope this one's not too ooc/disappointing. i tried. #my writing #ohshc #tamakyo #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #ouran host club #suoh tamaki #ootori kyoya #ohshc fanfic #ouran fanfic #kyotama

[zhongrin]

*taps mic* yes hi hello is this working. ahem ahem. testing one two three.

ah yes. we're back to normal now lol

..... were yall surprised ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )

long story short, i just wanted to do something for april fools… last year albedo made an appearance, so i thought of doing the same this year... but i felt like it would be repetitive. so given the recent developments and future events, this idea came up lol

in any case, it's the truth that i've been warming up to neuvillette.... i've been writing more for him, and if you saw my 2023 wrapped post you probably saw him as a 'runner-up'... and i really do mean it when i say he's been kinda occupying the back of my brain since last year hskdljfklsd at the end of his story quest... his tone when talking to kiara.... sobsob ueueue

however, i'm honestly still unsure if i can/want to have an actual selfship with him (ó﹏ò｡) i can't figure out how it'll work out yet... it just feels like with neuvillette's canon personality, he wouldn't even think of glancing my way in the first place, given the circumstances…. and zhongli... what do i do about him.... ough....

maybe he'll be a separate ship (e.g. zhongwrinth is one au, wrinlette in one au) on his own… maybe rinvillette will be a 'pining but not actually dating' kind of selfship.... idk..... on that note, i really should be making a selfship post huh lol

also, he's rerunning in less than 24 hours (like. 19 hours-ish for me) and i hoped this would be a sufficient offering for the hydro dragon to come home early… i'll play him twinkle twinkle little star on my guzheng while pulling or something, since it should arrive tomorrow afternoon lmao… i hope he likes the instrument that 'sounds like flowing water' hdlshdls

in any case, thank you for interacting in the short little event! it was more of a spontaneous decision on my part, but i hope you all had fun and i didn't butcher neuvillette's character too much, he's so hard to muse orz <3

lil doodle bonus of what could have been:

#rin rambles #the april fools' part isn't the ''haha you thought i really liked him?'' but more like ''haha you thought he'd be a yandere? weeelll....'' #lol i'm sorry i got too silly #neuvillette is a complex character i feel like.... especially since his moral compass is so attuned to the side of 'justice' #ofc i could always make him ooc and dial that 'judge duty' part of his into the more extreme scale. you mix that up with love and i think- #-it would make a good driver for obsessive love. but i didn't think you could explore those series of complex emotions in one day. so yeah. #you get conflicted pining neuvillette who's just a little bitter about things this time. lucky you. hsdlfsldkjf #anyway #why is this man so hard to muse orz he took all my brain juices so i'm gonna eep soon.... goodnight....

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

if scars don't make man look good then being alive sure does

#mafia 2 #henry tomasino #frank vinci #there's going to be a lot of text in hashtags here so first of all: #i gave up at things like “they wouldn't do/say that” at this point #ooc and “what if” are more interestning and entertaining for me sorry mafia fandom #i like to spin the plot and characters like a rubik's cube #so stopping w rat!henry and continue with survived!henry who's true purpose was to became the head of falcone family #so the drug thing was just a way to frame falcone and get vinci to the point where he decided to do away with falcone #because of the increased drug traffic #henry always struck me as the most conservative of the (relatively) young mobsters #so i guess he wouldn't have gone on about the drugs and gotten vinci's sympathy because of it #yet henry didn't expect an attack from the triads and the fact that he survived only reinforced his religiosity #now he wears a rosary and prays more often than he used to #<- i'm actually too lazy to think about the details of how it might work so whatever #and I know the mafia chief's photo wasn't on the wall #but it's more symbolism about the change of power and prioritizing religiosity over personality #i just think he could be a good leader + there's a lot about his pride here #and tbh i just wanted to see him with the scars but my brain can't do anything without a plot #and sunglasses instead of an eye patch #and yeah my brain refuses to believe that he was just overconfident and really believed that there would be no repercussions -> #for selling drugs under the nose of falcone who clearly wanted to become a monopoly in this field #also i don't really care that much about henry surviving tbh #i mean his death fits the story well because it's after all a mob story (no matter was he a rat or not) #(i'm being a bit of a hypocrite here bc i refuse to believe that joe is dead) #“survive and take power” version is just interestning for me #but if i put aside all of this ooc #naah he was too pathetic to do this fr #k im too lazy to write anything further #thank you for coming to my ted talk

[ricopop]

im emotionally downcast 😭😭😭 @superbellsubways @cephalonheadquarters

#Did i send that ask just for that one insagnificang line? Yes. I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #btw if anyone wants to know whag coppy is saying uhm #''i could make toast. toast is always a pretty good option i think! i could make eggs. sunnyside.. boiled.. scrambled.. i also have frozen- #-hashbrowns i can heat up for you. personally i like sunnyside the best-- actually i think i'm out of eggs.. uh #i have waffles too.. if you don't like anything else. ...osci--?'' #THATS IT PFTHHDTUFJ UUH #soewy if any of this is ooc 😢😢😢 i wouldve asked in dms but shy + i dont eanna make u uncofmrtoable 😭 #also buhh i feel like oscillo and max would be friends idk ok sorry bye #virtual assistants #virus #oscillo #coppy #rico art #ocs

[angelsdean]

imagine if spn were an actual soap opera. imagine like 5000+ episodes. rewatches would take forever

#it would be. so much worse. but HIGHLY entertaining #absolutely no consistency. constant retcons and timeline shifts #characters soo ooc because none of the current writers have watched the first decade of eps #sam's been recast 10 times already. there's only so many times he can have a face-altering accident !! #ketch DOES have an evil twin #destiel went canon with cas in a female vessel but then they brought misha back and just have not acknowledged it #many amnesia plots #more of john's secret kids coming out of the woodwork #that one post that was like. kelly kline as one of john's kids. yea exactly #jo would've been one too like kripke originally planned #birth order would go: dean kelly sam jo adam #possibly ben braeden also john's #just. SO many secret babies #also maybe mary had a secret baby before meeting john. would give dean so many complexes and disorders #who could be mary's secret kid? maybe asa? she gave him up for adoption but kept tabs on him #ok new birth order for all the winchester / campbell kids: asa dean kelly sam jo adam ben #this is insane why did i think of this afdkfkdk #if anyone reads these tags i'm sorry / ur welcome #vic.txt #soapoperanatural

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Hi hullo there!! Finally got the courage to say sumn to you, mun, but please don't worry! We absolutely love your art and all the sillies you share with us, so go wild, have fun, and take care of yourself!! That's what makes us happy. Personally, I love seeing shenanigans with sonas and AUs of them and such, so any time we see you or Fake Bean is just fine by me! Wrapping you both in a blanket as a peace offering

(Gweheheweh, this is so nice??? Oughh, thank you so so much for your kind words!!!

#ooc post #sorry I don't have much more to say it is a low spoon day but I really do appreciate it!!! #and it helps to settle the doubt gremblin in my head!!! #also thank you for da blanket #Fake Bean is not sure how it works but I'm sure they'll get it and appreciate it too!!!

[hallowsden]

@f4nd0m-fun here

So, I was on the ship Wiki, and I'm wondering what your Crane ships are?

I stumbled on Scriddler and TwoCrow, and I couldn't help but peek at TwoRiddle, so now I'm thinking about TwoScriddler, and oh no.

I barely know these chars and yet here I am.

Now combine this with John barely speaking with his fam and... you got Danny showing up on his doorstep one day, and Crane may have forgot to tell his buds about it, and you've got a small mess.

Personally, if I had to ship Harvey with someone, it's Gilda or Bruce (or both) (Unless it's Batman Forever version, then definitely TwoRiddle cause HAVE YOU SEEN THEM!?)

But honestly? This made me thinking... (Long ass rant ahead that may or may not make sense. This is written while being sleep deprived)

Jonny boy here ain't the only one who suffered abuse as a child. Both Harvey and Edward have as well. They both have Daddy Issues while Jonathan, depending on how you interpret him or which backstory you use, have granny issues + religious trauma or also Daddy Issues.

That being said, Harvey gives me the "this family ends with me" vibes, especially after he became Two-Face, and may be put off with Danny's presence for a while. He doesn't want to continue the cycle and become his dad. He'd likely would have liked, at the very least, to have been informed about the new addition to their family so he can... Prepare essentially/get used to the idea/plan how to avoid Danny. He's... For the lack of better words, cautious/careful around Danny, as to not accidentally trigger himself by accidentally hurting the kid. Does this make sense?

It'll take a while for Harvey to relax around Danny but for sure, he's gonna be very protective, if because he's Jonny's kid at first. He'll come to adore the kid and while not see him as a son but like... Oh, who's he and Harv kidding, that's his kid now and too hell with a coin, fuck with one of his then you'd get instant death penalty with him as the Executioner.

Harvey is gonna try and teach Danny law, specifically how to use loopholes against the system and evade arrests and such cause what else is gonna try to do to bond with Danny? Man's life had always revolved around law... Though... there are times where he'd go into this sort of story mode, recalling his experiences with Danny. He's soft and distant here but this is his way to fully open up, if that makes sense.

Harv, on the other hand? Teaching Danny how the criminal world works. Kid needs to learn how Gotham works. Can't have him die (er- turn fully ghosts? Yeah, he and Harvey don't understand Danny's halfa nature but they try and are supportive... They can't help but be reminded of themselves actually-) or Jonny's gonna be beyond pissed in a whole new level. Is actually rather strict, makes sure to put ground rules and boundaries with Danny compared to the rest of the parental unit that is Twoscriddler. Someone has to be the strict parent... How he and Harvey are considered the functional parent here is cause they actually practice self-care, well to an extent anyways, compared to his idiot lovers who would go days on end without eating, drinking, or sleeping, if the chance rises.

Harv, though rarely, would go into story mode as well to Danny, but in his perspective. There are many times he and Harvey hate each other but... They lived and went through the same life. Just differently. He mainly does this after something especially happened with Danny, like say, Danny nearly got shot...

Now, Edward on the other hand... Really depends on the version but in my opinion, he'd be indifferent with Danny at first, if a bit surprised. Jonny, with a kid? Now, isn't that interesting. Would definitely grow very fond of Danny very quickly, and if he learns that Danny's good with inventing and such, he is, for sure, gonna nurture those skills.

Eddie boy is gonna drag Danny to his workshop so they can bond over building shit. Also, VIDEO GAMES CAUSE YOU CAN NOT TELL ME OTHERWISE THAT EDDIE'S NOT A GAMER! Gets too competitive, too loud, just overall chaotic fun with Eddie also rambling about shit in the process. Just, the two are fucking gremlins and fueling each other's chaotic streak somehow cause while Eddie is an adult very full of himself, he acts too much like a child when he's relaxed and not trying to maintain his dignified image even though everyone has at least witness his childish streak at least once (this including his tantrums/meltdowns...)

The fun uncle/dad that managed to help Danny feel like a normal kid he wasn't able to be exactly due to living with mad scientists (who wanted to kill him later on even if they didn't know it was him). Eddie boy would also definitely help tutor Danny. Just that he may get impatient or teaches things too fast. Best that Jonny's there helping with tutoring so it's better paced and not going overboard.

But uh- yeah, it's gonna be a bit of mess when Harvey/Harv entered the shared apartment and see a random kid in there (who both resembles Jonny in some ways and also has the right coloration to be considered Wayne bait AND OH BOY-) huddled in blankets. Eddie would likely just walk past Danny, and after a few moments, walks backwards and stare at Danny, processing, before getting Jonny or Harvey, before trying to maybe interrogate? Depends if he slept or was hyperfocused on a project in his workshop.

[Also, @f4nd0m-fun, I swear, you've been fueling my need to create more Uncle Scarecrow content- DO YOU KNOW HOW HYPER AND EXCITED YOU MADE WHEN YOU @ ME!? Well, I think you're gonna see it when I do the reblogs... Just- XD, I'm having too much fun today/last night/lately (wtf is time anymore)]

#Answered #I think #dp x dc #dc x dp #edward nygma #harvey dent #Jonathan Crane #Danny Fenton #Uncle Scarecrow AU #Au of an Au #rambles that even I can't understand anymore cause brain is a mess #idk how to explain Jonny's dynamic with Danny but he cares. He's the most emotionally stunted though so- #Twoscriddler #dpxdc #idk if this even makes sense #or if this is ooc #either way I apologize and also not sorry #who gave me the power to create and write anymore? #I'm tired #i'm having too much fun #This is not edited #will I edit? probably not

[tvrningout]

with the new year comes some little bits of housekeeping, and it's mainly how i plan to approach interactions moving forward. the plain and unfortunate truth is i suck at keeping up with messages. it's easier the closer i feel to someone, but i can still get easily overwhelmed. i'm still forgetful, both with messages and interaction calls. so this year, i'm going to do my best to act in accordance to my strengths and stop pushing myself to do something that i simply don't have the mental energy to do constantly.

what does this mean? well, i won't be making plotting calls going forward; instead, i plan to make lists of plots for each muse as well as general plots/dynamics i want, and i'll approach you if you like one of these posts. this should make dynamics easier to develop since we'll already have a starting place. i will also occasionally reblog a plotting meme of some sort, so if you want a more personalized idea from me, those will be the way to go. i probably won't like plotting calls myself unless i have a pretty solid idea in mind.

when i make starter/inbox calls, i'm going to start placing a cap on them so that i don't bite off more than i can chew. if i get through that initial cap, i might raise it if i still feel good enough to do more, but if i don't, it's okay bc i guarantee i'll make another interaction call before long! i just need to start doing this bc i honestly forget what i owe within a few days if i get busy.

and i want to be honest -- the little interactions make me more comfortable around my mutuals and more likely to pursue interactions. liking my headcanons/ooc posts/etc., commenting on posts, and sending in memes ( ic or ooc ) show me you do have an interest in what i have to offer. i understand reaching out is nerve-wracking bc i get nervous, too, but reaching out can be something as small as liking a post. and this is just a general note in regards to my own comfort that i might put in my rules! i guess what i'm saying is, if you're having a hard time approaching me, just a little interaction will help me bridge the gap, if that makes sense. if both of us feel shy but at least one of us reaches out even in a small way, we can make a connection over time!

i think that's it for the time being! i promise i'll be doing my best to show my interest even when it's hard for me to talk, and i hope these changes make it easier to connect <3

#i'm not reading that back again bc i really am feeling like a lil deflated balloon and it's only 9 o'clock here asdfg #i've been thinking about this for a minute though bc really #i keep trying to be good at messages and keeping track of interaction calls and rather than stressing myself out #i'm just going to do what i know will work better for me bc it'll then work better for y'all in the long run too #i might add all of this into my rules later but for now i'm gonna drink some water and take a minute bc a headache is trying to come for me #and just!! sorry to everyone i've ever forgotten about when it comes to interaction calls!! #and i'm sorry to everyone i've ever forgotten to message back!! #i never meant to be this way and you're wonderful!! i just got a bad brain you see :' ) #get ready to ramble | ooc

[ghostsandmirrors]

( starter for @star-spangled-rogers with Bucky )

He shouldn't have been turning up this much.

The museum had become somewhat of a haunt, and wasn't that an appropriate description? He felt like a ghost, standing in front of that old image of James Buchanan Barnes, staring up at it like everyone else did.

That face was so familiar, and so unrecognisable, so impossible to connect to. It was him, supposedly, but it didn't feel like him. It felt like a stranger--and the story making him seem heroic wasn't helping--so he stared at it in silence, gaze unfocused, and hands buried in his jacket pockets. He had gloves on, but he still didn't need to make it obvious that he was hiding something. Hands in pockets was far more neutral.

He didn't know how long he was stood there for, though he knew it was far too long when he blinked himself back into reality and realised that none of the faces in his view were ones he'd seen when he came in. This couldn't be helpful, spending so much time looking at flashes of the past. Snapshots of moments that'd probably felt like they'd last forever.

Turning with a tired sigh, he caught site of… someone. Someone he wasn't sure if he was trying to avoid or not. A blond that he'd pulled out of the river. A small part of him said 'no', that he wasn't trying to hide from this man. An equally small part of him said 'yes', told him to run, to disappear. That part won; he turned away with the intent of blending in with the nearest crowd, hoping that figure hadn't seen him.

#ic #starspangledrogers #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : not a wanted man #ooc: I'm so sorry if this is too long #ooc: me writing a post: this one's going to be shorter! #ooc: me posting the post: i'm sorry it's long #ooc: one day it'll be under 3 paragraphs. mark my words

[sugurau]

i'll be online ... soon [sweats]

#work is exhausting and i honestly am not feeling great #i'm not sure if i'm coming down with something or it's just . [vague gestures] the agonies #but yeah ): i've been super not around but i hope to get some more done tomorrow + friday #i hope everyone's well ; o ; i'll get to all ooc stuff soon too i'm so sorry i'm a MESS

[apple-flavored-autism]

ooc post

I....

I............

I DON'T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS

THERE IS JUST ONE THING I NEED

I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PRESENTS

UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE

I DON'T NEED TO HANG MY STOCKING

THERE UP ON THE FIREPLACE

SANTA CLAUSE WON'T MAKE ME HAPPY

WITH A TOY ON CHRISTMAS DAY

CAUSE I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWN

MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW

MAKE MY WISH COME TRUUEEEEEEE

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMASSSS IS YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

#Ooc post #i'm so sorry #she got to me fellas #Dig me a grave before I spread it too far

[the-lark-ascending69]

Haters whining that Steve would be oh so sad if Robin and Nancy got together makes me actually want to see it. Toxic friend Steve who is irrationally mad at Robin for "dating his ex" and Robin actually feels... so heartbroken that her best friend is turning against her like this. She doesn't understand - she's loved Nancy for years and Nancy loves her back. She's finally gathered the courage to ask her out and Nancy said yes. She didn't hate her, didn't shun her, didn't find her disgusting or sick - she loved her back. And for the first time in her life, Robin feels a little bit hopeful for her future - she's loveable and loved and she's not doomed to life alone as her friends move on and marry and have kids. She has someone who understands this fear and horror and happiness in a way no one but another girl like her could, and she thought... she thought Steve would be happy for her. She finally found love.

But Steve is just offended that she'd choose hoes over bros or whatever.

#ronance #im sorry i just cant elaborate too much on toxic friend steve thats so ooc for him 😭😭 #he'd actually support robin 100% i'm convinced he seriously wouldn't mind if she dated nancy #unless he's actively trying to pursue her atm #and he'd be less mad that robin is dating his ex and more like... unhappy with the competition #but not mad mad like angry #i love stobin angst tho i love to test their friendship i love to make them hurt each other 🥰 #nancy tho she would be FURIOUS #she'd give steve the yelling of her life for making her girl cry

[azure-steel]

So I've done nothing productive tonight so far. But I did redo this silly thing x3c

#{mako stripped - ooc} #saphie's shitty doodles #I got an ask saying my ask call banner was cute #So I redrew and coloured it and yes #I have... too much time on my hands #I'm sorry about it

[vuulpecula]

✖ alright alright alright. just popping in to say i miss y'all & i'm sorry for going radio silent. i received some new responsibilities and work and it's been draining me. hoping to be on this weekend to tackle some drafts, starters, and the inbox ! until then, i love y'all & i hope you're okay out there ! xo.

#x | alright alright alright ( OOC. ) #[ there are soooo many threads i'm excited for ] #[ & i'm going to fill the queue back up <3 ] #[ sorry for being slower than molasses ] #[ also messages omfg i will get to those too! sorry for the wait everyone ! ]

[stellamancer]

hamburger emoji (implied katsuki bakugou x reader)

notes: hello, local deku lover here with yet another emotional support bakugou work. not sure why i go into depressive moods and decide ‘i think it’s a fine day to write about bakugou comforting me outta this’ since i go back and look at it and thing ‘wait is this even ic???’ lmao. also completely unedited because lazy lmao. 

It’s the world shattering sound of someone banging on your door that wakes you from your hibernation. 

You consider for a moment, maybe two, ignoring it. If it’s one of those door to door salespeople or some weirdo Christian missionaries they’ll leave after a few minutes when no one answers. Sure enough, the commotion at your front door grows silent and you start to ease back into dreamland. 

Until you hear the click of your lock. 

Now you’re wide awake, sitting up straight and wondering what to do next. If you were fully awake and your brain working at full capacity you would know that the only people who would be able to unlock your door are your friends whose fingerprints are registered with your door’s smart lock. However, you’re still half asleep and wondering if you should take an offensive stance or hurl yourself under the bed for protection. 

You choose the latter.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Bakugou’s voice is all bewilderment and for a split second you relax knowing the identity of your home invader, but then the fact that it’s him has you scrambling to get all the way underneath the bed frame because Bakugou might be worse than any random person breaking into your apartment. 

But you’re too slow, he manages to grab you by an ankle and using his stupid absurd strength he yanks you out from under the bed. When your eyes meet you give him a sheepish smile. “...hi?”

The frown is fixed on his face like a brand. “Well?”

“Well what?” you feign innocence, but it only serves to make him look even more annoyed.

“Cut the crap,” he snaps. “What were ya doin’ down there?”

“Um, well,” you pause, considering your possible explanations before settling on the truth. “I thought someone was breaking in and was trying to hide.”

His eye twitches. 

“Anyway, um, what brings you here today? It’s, um, Friday, right?”

Bakugou snorts. “Try Sunday, dumbass.”

You laugh. “Oh. I knew that, I was just testing you.”

That was the wrong thing to say, you realize, as Bakugou glares down at you, teeth glinting in an absolutely terrifying grin. “A test, huh? Then lemme ask you a question: why the hell haven’t you answered your phone for the past two fucking days?”

“Forgot to put it on the charger,” you answer almost instantly, almost perfectly practiced.

He scoffs and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Bakugou jams his fingers against the screen and a few seconds later you hear your phone ringing somewhere up on the bed. Bakugou is silent, but the smug look on his face says enough. 

You look away. “...I just… you know. “

Bakugou doesn’t respond, instead he pulls you up from off the ground. “....you eat yet?”

You open your mouth and he adds, an annoyed afterthought. “And don’t fucking lie about it either.”

“...no.”

He sighs. “...figured. I’m gonna use yer kitchen then. Go taking a fucking shower or something.”

You’re about to protest, but Bakugou eyes you threateningly. “Unless ya want me to wash your back or some shit.”

The look in his eyes makes it clear that he’s not intending to be nice about it if he helps bathe you. Whether that means he’s going to be rough with his scrubbing or his words, you don’t know nor do you want to. 

“No, I’m fine!” you squeak, moving to grab some clothes to change into. He watches as you scurry off toward the bathroom.

“If I don’t hear the water running in five minutes, I’m comin’ in to check on ya!” he threatens and you make sure to have it running in three. 

Sometime later, when you emerge from the shower, now fresh and clean, you find Bakugou in your kitchen, finely mincing up some vegetables. You eye the bags on the counter and realize he must have gone to the store before coming here.

“So, um,” you hedge. “What…. What are you making?”

“Hamburger steak,” he answers and it’s the first time since he’s got here today that he doesn’t sound agitated. “With some vegetables and shit.” 

“...shit?”

Bakugou points the knife threateningly at you. “You know what I mean, idiot.”

“...In Bakugou speak ‘shit’ can mean different things.”

“You know, yer pretty mouthy for someone who hasn’t eaten all damn day.”

“What can I say, it’s a special talent.” You nonchalantly wave your hand. 

Bakugou scoffs and lowers the knife. You think for a moment that your fabulous wit may have silenced the beast but then you notice him trade the knife for a spoon. He grabs a container and shovels a small bit of the contents onto a spoon and then thrusts that in your face. 

“...what’s this?” you ask, craning your head back to try and get a good look at it. 

“Shit.”

“Well if it’s—” He shoves the spoon into your mouth mid-sentence. It seems that right now ‘shit’ is pasta salad. You chew thoughtfully and swallow. 

Bakugou looks at you expectantly. 

“I’m not that big on pasta salad,” you start, reveling in how his lips turn into a frown. “But yours is pretty good. Not too much mayo.”

He looks satisfied with that and returns to his chopping.

After a minute of watching him you decide to ask your real question. “So, um. Why are you here?”

“...you seriously asking?”

“Uh. Yeah?”

Bakugou scowls. “...don’t be a fucking idiot. It’s only fucking natural to be concerned if some dumbass homebody doesn’t answer their damn phone for a couple days.”

“So you were just checking up on me?”

Bakugou gives you a pointed look before he starts mixing the stuff he was chopping up with what looks like ground meat in a bowl. You watch him in silence as he continues to prep the stuff for the hamburger steak, unsure of what you should say, if anything. 

You don’t know if you should apologize for making him worry. He’s a busy guy and he took time to come to your apartment and make you food instead of relaxing at home or doing whatever he does with his free time. But if you apologize, surely he’ll berate you for it. Tell you to at least respond to some of the missed texts you have so people don’t worry. 

So instead, you say, “...thanks.” 

“...’s nothin’,” he grouches. “Just fuckin’ answer your phone next time.”

“....even if I feel like human garbage?”

“Especially then, idiot. How’s anyone gonna know if you don’t tell anyone?”

“It’s not that easy.”

Bakugou is silent as he shapes the hamburger patties and you take that as him acknowledging your point. A minute passes and after he’s satisfied with the patty in his hands he moves over to the sink and washes his hands. You watch him curiously, noticing that there’s still a fair amount of meat left in the mixing bowl that hasn’t been formed yet. Bakugou dries his hands on a kitchen towel and reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone again. 

Then he shoves the screen in your face. It’s opened to your messages and in the text box is a single emoji. 

“If y'feel like shit just send me this,” he instructs.

“A hamburger?” you ask, squinting at it. 

“I know what it fucking is,” he growls. “It’s the closest thing to a hamburger steak.”

Fair point. You look beyond the screen to him. “But why?” 

Bakugou rolls his eyes like it’s supposed to be obvious. “So I know to come feed you, idiot. You’ll feel less shitty if y'eat.”

“Okay, but why a hamburger…?” You pause, and then ‘correct’ yourself. “Or well, I guess it’s meant to be hamburger steak here.”

“It’s your favorite food, ain’t it?”

You stare at him for a second, contemplating which of the two responses in your head you want to voice. Then, you pick one. “...yeah, yeah it is.”

Bakugou nods and goes back to cooking while you sit and watch, wondering how he knew your favorite food. 

And how the answer to that should be obvious. 

Though you won’t know for sure if he tells you.

If he ever does.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #nikuniku fics #i need to update my masterlist lmao #it's a pain #uhhhh #sorry if your favorite food is not hamburger steak #to be honest it's not mine either #i saw it in the food vid i watched today #also like #every time i write bkg i'm just like #did i do it okay???? #trying very hard to not write him ooc or at least not too ooc lmao