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Sometimes you just know what you like!
Aesthetic: Subconscious Flinching
A step back whenever someone gets too close. A twitch when they lean in. A duck of the head when voices raise.
Fingers trembling when they shout. A tremor that goes unnoticed until it doesn’t. Shaking hands clenching into shaking fists.
A back to the wall, always, forever, because corners are safe, because corners mean no surprises.
An arm’s length of personal space because if they’re close enough to touch, they’re close enough for – for other things.
Fidgeting that gets worse when nervous, when tense, when scared.
Ducking when voices rise too fast, too quickly. Lurching at a friendly slap on the back. Jumping at a hand waving in their periphery.
The too fast, too shallow breaths, the wide eyes, the racing heart, as it becomes too much, as it all becomes too much.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
one more bkdk story for this event!
based on the prompt: Deku and Kacchan are captured, and one (or both) is forced to hurt the other to avoid an even worse fate.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
i’ve been sucked into bkdk hell :’) wrote this for a fic/art posting collection, you can read the other fics here!
story is based on the following prompt: Izuku dying, coming back to life, and having Bakugo realize that he can’t live without him
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ah yes, getting sucked into another fandom when i have a bunch of WIPs from other fandoms to be working on :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
writing is a struggle :c
Summary: In a world where soulmates can absorb each other's injuries, the bond is both feared and revered. In a city overrun by gang violence and turf wars, all Jimin wants is to get by and make enough to survive. In a life that has given him nothing but hardships and loneliness, he never expects to meet his soulmate, nor does he want to.
When a chance encounter reveals that his soulmate is none other than Min Yoongi, leader of one of the more unknown and notorious gangs in the East Territory, he doesn't quite know what to expect anymore.
what is a writer, if not a miserable little pile of ideas and half written google docs
God I love that trope where the character has a fever for a long time and it’s from their pov as they’re suffering through delirium and nightmares and all that, and then they finally wake up shaky and weak and drenched in sweat, but they can think clearly again. Maybe then they fall back asleep in exhaustion, after they’ve made sure they’re safe, or the stumble out of bed and to wherever the caretaker is - who quickly guides them back to their room and tucks them in again, knowing they shouldn’t be on their feet for too long.
my writing: please, please i’m begging just use normal punctuation for once in your terrible writing
me: haha time for another
comma
prompt #5
The whumpee’s team believes that they betrayed them and so don’t go looking for them when they disappear, assuming that they had simply fled.
Until they get a video in the mail showing different.
The video shows the whumpee getting tortured day by day. They start out defiant and cocky, fighting back with the spirit that the team remembers. but slowly as the days go by, the whumpee begins to break. every broken bone, cut, burn, and near drowning making them weaker and weaker.
by the time the video ends the whumpee has completely given up the fight and no longer believes that their team is coming for them.
and that just kills the team
When the bold, brash, silly, wisecracking member of the team goes deadly quiet. When their hands close into fists, when their breathing slows, when they lift their head and there’s nothing but cold hatred and a promise of vengeance in their eyes – It’s in that moment that Whumper knows they messed up
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
i come bearing langst with a side of klance :’) how this evolved into a 20k oneshot is beyond me
Summary: When Lance gets chosen as the diplomatic representative to oversee a deal on behalf of Voltron, he's determined to make sure it goes through no matter what.
Unfortunately, the other party is more than ready to take advantage of that fact.
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I wanted to draw this scene so much after I read "be alive with me tonight“ fic by @caeseria
reminder that lance is a cool guy ✌🏻✨
idk what unnatural force dragged me back into the vld fandom but dear god.... i’m posting a langst fic soon and all i can say is i’m sorry lance my dear sunshine child