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Clozer suit Hoshina references for @soshandcatblogapparently

#i tried my best ^^;#its convenient that his attacks include a lot of full body rotations hahaha #btw the green lines/highlights in some of the pics are bc of his ultimate attack they're not actually on the suit #kn8 the game #kn8 #kaiju no. 8 the game #kaiju no. 8 #soshiro hoshina #hoshina soshiro #not sterek #pomstuff

Stiles: You're insufferable! No one can be this perfect. You must have a weakness.

Derek: I focus too much on the details.

Stiles: What do you think you're doing? This isn't a job interview! We are arguing!

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #derek x stiles #teen wolf prompts #not sterek #I mean #pre-sterek maybe #inspired on something I can't remember #not original is what I'm trying to say #if someone knows please tell me

Do you know how deeply depressing it is that I’ve started going back through my catalogue of published fanfic and removing em-dashes because people keep accusing me of using AI — never mind that some of these stories were posted over a decade ago. Apparently it’s impossible that I went to university, earned a writing degree, and learned how punctuation works because I was literally marked down if I used it incorrectly. No, clearly the only explanation is robots. Love that for us as a writing community.

#personal #not sterek #rant #fuck ai

As I navigated the crowded halls, it wasn't just the novelty of new faces or the murmur of a hundred conversations that caught my attention; it was him—Stiles Stilinski. There was an unexplainable pull, a curiosity sparked not by mere appearance but by the animated fervour of his gestures, the lively cadence of his voice that I couldn't hear but felt, vibrating through the air. My heart, a traitor to my composed exterior, betrayed me with its sudden acceleration, pounding against my chest with a rhythm as chaotic as the thoughts swirling in my mind. There was something about him that caught my attention immediately. Maybe it was his lanky frame, the cute buzz cut that strangely suited him, or his animated expression as he spoke fervently to his friend. I found myself ensnared in the gravity of his presence, a longing to know more, to understand what lay behind those eyes that sparkled with an intensity of someone who saw the world in a myriad of colours unseen by others. And then, our eyes met. It was just for a moment, but in that brief exchange, I felt a connection. Pausing his conversation, the way he looked at me, with a hint of curiosity and something more, sent a thrill through me. And as he was pulled away, the fleeting connection severed by distance and his friend, Scott, I was left with an echo of something profound.

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