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b4kuch1n · 7 months
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study of this masterwork
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one-vivid-judgment · 2 months
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The Buddy Bingo is the best addition to the series cause some of this information is just ??? 
• Saeko has 8 different apps on her phone to pay at stores
• Zhao has 20 pairs of the same glasses
• Seonhee cooks gyoza for everyone at the Geomijul pretty much every day
• Tomizawa's favorite food is MOVIE THEATER HOT DOGS
• Seonhee is lowkey an astrology girlie
• Joongi goes fucking nuts renting DVDs (Thank you Seonhee, very cool) 
• Zhao is into gacha and a fucking whale to boot
• Nanba fought A FUCKING RACOON
• Tomi wants to run a café and go on a roadtrip with his friends and I think that shit is adorable
• Zhao wants to contact aliens
• Saeko works out lifting an 8 kilos pot
• Adachi's special skill is preparing the shogi board
• Chitose can dance. Saeko can't. Insert something sapphic
• Adachi learned flower language and how to surf to get laid
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bulkhummus · 1 year
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when they’ll come grouch at you outside while u smoke >>>>>
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kakyogay · 1 year
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modernerators <3
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caycanteven · 5 months
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also...
take this big ol' softy that I can't help but literally melt for.
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It's @didderd boi uwu. I love him and will always have coffee breaks with him.
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smithy-smith · 1 year
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This came to me all of a sudden and I could not sleep until I made them real. Although I can’t be the only person to have thought of this...
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dawnbreakersgaze · 1 day
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Excuse me but the idea of MC and Xav sitting on their respective balconies and texting each other The Tea while people watching in their neighborhood is both so silly and so endearing to me.
So let's go on a small adventure, shall we?
Warnings: None.
Just fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff.
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The late morning sun was already warming you through the windows of your tiny apartment before you'd even stepped foot outside. It was finally mid-spring in Linkon, which meant you could enjoy your late breakfast on the patio without having to worry about a stray chill or errant frost dampening your weekly Saturday 'brunch' plans.
Opening the patio door with your granola bar in one hand and phone in the other, you settle into the cushioned bench that overlooked your apartment courtyard and took a deep breath. Sometimes it felt like winter was neverending in Linkon, but you could finally feel the tension of the gripping cold that had settled in your bones start to slowly bleed from you.
After getting comfortable, you finally pulled out your phone, and quickly found your brunch 'date's' contact info, sending him the customary "Get up it's people watching hour" text.
[Hey Xav, you up? I'm already on my balcony?]
It doesn't take long for his reply. This has been your weekly tradition for a few months now. Ever since you had both just so happened to see that kid getting dragged down the street by the monstrous hound, it had become something of a... habit for the two of you to text each other the funny happenings on your street when you were home. Not that either of you were particularly prone to gossip, but the simple domesticity of it was oddly comforting after a long week of getting slogged on by wanderers.
[Yeah I'm up. Give me a sec]
The soft ping of your notification broke the peace, followed shortly by the shuffling of his patio door sliding open from above you. Sure, you could simply call out and greet him, as the acoustics out here are great and the soundproofing is atrocious, but the silence is cozy, and the atmosphere almost feels magical. This is your ritual, after all.
It's a bit like a storybook scene, you think, the two of you sharing a moment in time together yet still separated by some outside force. Maybe it was silly, but the fabricated longing almost made it feel romantic in a way that you're sure your neighbor would find ridiculous.
When you hear his footsteps above you come to a halt, you immediately notice something in particular is missing, however.
[You forgot your coffee Xav. Are you gonna be able to stay awake?]
[How could U tell?]
[I didn't smell any burning 🤭🔥]
He doesn't reply, but you can hear the huff he makes over the railing as his footsteps retreat, fading behind the sliding door once again. You don't even try to hold back the laughter his reaction elicits from you, hopeful the concrete carries it to him easily.
When he finally does reemerge, faint smell of bitter charred beans on the wind, his phone is already buzzing with the morning's newest additions to your people watching portfolios.
An older man you'd long ago dubbed "Green Thumb" who liked to frequent the flower garden outside your apartment complex was already taking photos of the new stargazer lily blossoms that had just opened this morning. So enamored by the vibrant petals, he didn't even seem to notice the couple he'd backed into who'd happened to spill their groceries all over the sidewalk. You heard Xavier call "Watch out!" From above you when he'd recognized the impending impact, but at your distance, it was no use.
[That was nice of you Xav. Too bad it didn't help 🫠]
[I can't believe they didn't see Green Thumb. He was so hard to miss. Even when Ur distracted U still see better]
[HEY! I'm not the one who sleep walks! 💀]
[And yet I'm always there to guard Ur back partner]
He's right of course, though you're not going to tell him. Xavier likes to play the part of a soft and harmless little thing, but it doesn't take much to stoke the hunter into burning hotter than you intended. His evol might be light, but you know better than anyone that light, under careful concentration, can start a blazing fire if you're not mindful. His teasing isn't ever harmful though, so instead you decide to simply poke the bear.
[Only because I'm starting to suspect you like it back there]
The distinct sound of a phone accidentally hitting the concrete marks the end of that thread.
Its not long before another of your regulars, pair of young kids Xavier had called the Trouble Twins arrived on scene. Aptly named for the number of times their poor mother has chastised them for chasing the ducks and picking the flowers, the siblings were quite the rambunctious duo. Today they seem to be a few steps ahead of their vigilant mother, rushing into the park with high-pitched hollers and improvised swords made of small branches they'd found. Today's unfortunate conquest seemed to be the pigeons that were being fed by the local grannies.
[They look like a pair of knights today don't they?]
[Knights? Don't knights usually protect people?]
[Maybe they're protecting us from the pigeons]
[Xavier those old ladies look pretty mad idk. That one even tried to chase the boy and almost caught him!]
The pause in messages was punctuated by his soft laughter above you, carried on the spring breeze. It was so warm, so genuine, so comfortable. You didn't need a mirror to feel the heat bloom in your cheeks; the overwhelming sensation of ardor flooding you at the the very sound.
[You're right. He needs more training. A good Knight should never be caught by an old lady]
[.... I don't think that's the message here Xav]
The rest of your morning goes back and forth like this for another hour. Watching your favorite people pass by, concocting new and interesting stories for them as they pass your balconies. Xavier has very interesting and oddly insightful opinions on those around him, considering you don't really recall seeing him with many friends. None the less, his company and companionship on your balconies has easily become your favorite part of the week. The only noises between you are the laughter that passes back and forth as the texts volley from one to another.
Finally, as the afternoon sun starts to become an uncomfortable heat, your phone chimes once more.
[I'm getting kind of hungry]
[Oh good. You're warning me this time. Thanks!]
[What?]
[No. I was going to ask if U wanted to go to lunch. With me, I mean?]
And just like that, the storybook was snapping shut. No longer a fragment lost in time where two people gazed at the same scene together from two separate places, but a tangible moment you could step into. Something intimate and real.
Perhaps you stayed in this thought a moment too long, or your silence below him made him second guess himself, as the chime of your phone snapped you out of your daze again.
[I didn't mean to impose if U have plans]
[I know it's Ur day off too]
Fumbling with the suddenly slippery device, softly cursing, and praying he didn't hear, you quickly hammer out the only thing that's been playing in your head on repeat-
[Yes absolutely! I'd love to grab some lunch I'm starving]
[Meet me downstairs in 30?]
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angelkissedface · 5 months
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la balance de la justice.
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ir-dr · 1 year
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Day 3477 - 29 March 2023
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A commission for sunkettle!
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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inking pwactice
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blueberryfruitbat · 7 months
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Metadede Week day 4: Swap It's... Been so long since I felt this... Felt what...? Peace...
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acapelladitty · 24 days
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I truly don't understand where this attitude that I'm somehow this massive bitch who's ungrateful for the limitless popularity and success that I "get" is stemming from? Do people think I just dropped outta the fucking sky and was instantly handed the meagre accomplishments that I've actually worked my hole off to earn and develop?
In terms of success? I have two fics that have over 1k notes. After SEVEN consistent years of writing and posting fanfic on this site, those remain my most decorated achievements. And even they only got that because they were written for a character I loved at the height of their popularity.
The way some of you talk to me, you would think I was King Shit of Fuck Mountain resting on my infinite pile of inclusions on fic rec lists and fanart gifts and comments and adorations. Maybe it's the confidence I fight to show but I shouldn't be punished for being one of those people who refuses to undermine themselves to score pity points.
And in terms of popularity? Fuck me for making actual friends I suppose? God forbid I form relationships with people based on shared interests and compatible vibes. Just because some of you are so miserable that you suck the colour and life outta those around you like that one clown from the Powerpuff Girls? Try being kinder.
Some of y'all are so bitter towards me for something I have no control over and it's a mixture of sad and truly weird. I cannot comprehend why I'm the enemy when the enemy should be your fucking grasp on reality and projecting onto other people.
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raineandsky · 3 months
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tw: death
It’s cold. Someone shifts in the edges of the villain’s vision. Their breaths come out short and forced; each one threatening to be their last. Something bumps against their leg but they barely feel it. They can barely feel anything.
“Fuck,” someone hisses. The villain can hardly hear them. Their blood is pumping much too loudly in their ears. Something thick and crimson smudges across their palms. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to—”
There’s a moment of blissful nothing. It’s almost peaceful enough to fall asleep in. Then: “I’m so sorry, I– I didn’t—”
Footsteps. Receding. The person in the villain’s peripheral disappears and their voice dissipates into stark silence.
Exhaustion drags at the villain’s eyes. Everything around them is too far away. Their own thoughts are drifting dangerously close to nothing.
“Gosh,” a voice says from somewhere nearby. “You don’t half make yourself difficult to look after, do you?”
What? is what tries to come out of the villain’s mouth, but all their body can force out is a confused groan.
“I wish you would’ve considered a life of, I don’t know, normalcy and general lawfulness,” the voice continues. The villain can see them, kind of, standing at their feet. “I tried to force it down you as a teenager but… you know. Teenagers don’t listen.”
The stranger squats down in front of them, their head tilted to the side almost in curiosity. A white sheet spills at their feet. “Then again, I wasn’t expecting a hero to flat out stab you.” They chuckle, the sound reverberating harshly in the villain’s ears. “How novel.”
“Who…” is the furthest the villain can force their next question.
“Ah.” The person shuffles slightly. “I’m no one to worry about. I’ll introduce myself properly when you’re… lucid.”
The prospect of sleep is much too alluring for lucidity to be a possibility. The world has shrunken down to the villain at the stranger rambling at them by now. Their side hurts, and they can’t be bothered to remember why.
The person flops down on the ground with a sigh. Lower down, the villain can just about make out their face. Warm, kind; a bright smile beams at them. They’re pristine, beautiful, a world away from how the villain feels.
They momentarily see a flash of glaring white from behind the person as they settle, but they’re so dazed now that they might as well be imagining it.
“I’ll wait for you,” they say casually. “I’m sure you won’t be too long now, from the looks of you.”
Wait for what? The villain’s pretty sure they’re dying. Cold and fatigue creep in from all angles. They’re not going anywhere.
“Where…” The villain stops short again, their voice failing them, but the stranger seems to understand perfectly. Their smile widens slightly, and the villain somehow feels safe knowing they’re here. Like the first flower of spring is growing despite the claws of winter around it.
“We’re going to the other side,” the person says with a laugh like church bells, “and I’m pissed I have to take you there so early.”
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If you're one of those girlies* who's like "I'm just so sleepy all the time lemme go take my 3rd nap of the day!! I'm just a sleepy baby!!"
Not to be your mom, but please please please go get your iron levels checked.
*gender neutral
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The team when we realize we forgot to properly queue up our final post of the day and have already moved through the five stages of panic, frantic bear posting, shame, disappointment, and resignation
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napstawantstosleep · 1 year
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Shameless png for the background because today I had exams and I'm absolutely DRAINED. anyway jellyfsh ert.
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