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I love when inspiration hits after sitting on a WIP for a while. Like, that one character finally has a name! There's the conflict I was missing! My magic system actually makes way more sense when I treat it like rabies! I should absolutely add more dragons! All my silly little ideas are coming together and it makes me so happy 🥰
A small snippet of a WaveWave fanfic I'm brainstorming! Thoughts?
"they let the bloody fire out."
“They let the bloody fire out!”
Yoongi and yourself, in the middle of a game of Go Fish on his bed, stare blankly at one another and then shift your gazes up to the mildly panicked expression of Namjoon who just burst through the door. There is a cursory silence before you suspiciously side-eye your hand of cards, and then Yoongi.
“Do you have any threes?”
“Go fish.”
“Shit,” you mutter, grabbing a card from the deck. Seven of diamonds. Double shit.
“Guys,” Namjoon, now bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands jittering, says at a higher pitch. “I’m fucking serious.”
“Can you be a little more specific then?” Yoongi says distractedly, fiercely concentrating on his hand as though he has bet his life on the game. “Like, who they are, and what bloody fire you’re talking about?”
Out of your periphery, Namjoon looks like he is about to bust a few blood vessels in his comically enlarged eyes. “The experiment Taehyung and Jimin were doing on the stovetop with god knows what? Yeah. It blew up. Fire started wilding out of the saucepan. So I said: ‘Tae, throw the fire blanket on it!’ And he did – for five seconds. Then the dumbass must’ve thought the fire was out just like that because he takes the fucking fire blanket off before I can stop him, and the flames just burst out of this damn pot. So now Tae has no eyebrows and half the kitchen is on fire!” Namjoon’s voice is at an all-time high by once he has spat out the last of the specifics, his hands distressedly clutching at his hair; whole body shaking. “So pack as much shit as you can and let’s go!”
He sprints out of the room so quickly that it is as though he literally teleported from the doorframe.
Just as Yoongi seems about ready to ignore Namjoon’s chaotic rambling and call a number, the undeniably heady stench of thick smoke slowly begins to permeate the room. Jimin, somewhere in the house, screeches, “It’s escaping the kitchen! I repeat: Calcifer is fucking coming! Oh my god, Tae– We are not hauling your bed out the window! The PS4 is an equal compromise!”
You warily look at Yoongi, who is now narrowing his eyes at the grey cloud that lazily lurks across the ceiling. Coughing a little, you say, “Jesus, this actually seems serious. Is there anything in here you want to save?”
Yoongi begins surveying his room, individually pointing out things as he says them. “Laptop. Hard drive. These cards. That one pair of your cum-stained panties in my bedside table drawer. Oh, and you,” he grins when his forefinger lands on your face. You roll your eyes.
“I’ll get the laptop and hard drive, you get the panties and cards?”
“Deal.”
You shove your hand of cards in the back pocket of your jeans for later and briskly make way towards his laptop. Similarly, Yoongi puts his cards in one jacket pocket and the remainder of the deck in the other before doing a reverse somersault across the mattress to reach the drawer. By the time you have stuffed the hard drive into the waistband of your jeans, looped the laptop charger around your shoulder, and got the laptop itself tucked under your arm, Yoongi has got your partially decimated, lacy black panties sticking out of the front pocket of his jeans, alongside an additional leather jacket tied by the arms around his neck and Neil Gaiman’s American Gods book balanced atop his beloved memory foam pillow, which is then balanced atop a relatively large and very familiar black box.
“Picked some stragglers up on the way?” You raise an eyebrow, snatching his oversized green hoodie from the back of his desk chair just because it is simply too snuggly to be sacrificed.
“There’s at least a thousand dollars worth of cock rings and vibrators in this thing, and a lot of fond memories paired with them. So yeah. They’re coming. Let’s go.” With a grunt, he hoists the pile up higher in his arms and inclines his head towards – not the door – but the window. Which makes sense, since when you peer out into the hallway, you can see very real and very hot flames taking the leather couch hostage from the sliver of the living room that you can make out through the entrance.
Damn, you think as Yoongi effectively shatters the window pane with a kick and throws his goods out onto the lawn – sex toys spilling out of the box like a smashed pinata – where Namjoon is having a meltdown and Jimin is drawing a new set of eyebrows onto Taehyung’s face with a waterproof marker. They are definitely not going to get their rent bond back after this.
In the same poem can have a completely different meaning to different people
One time I wrote a poem about how nervous I get in the hallways to get to my class quickly because I get bullied, I showed it to my friend. Read it about the victory you feel when you cross the finish line at a race
ykno the thing about poetry is that 99% of it is bullshit and the other 1% will cut you like a material knife, and for every person that 1% is a different section of the whole. this is probably true about all art.
sketched winx girlies again
YOU TOLD US TO COME SCREAN IN YOU ASK SO HERE I AM, DOING WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO DO BC I LOVE YOU AND I'M AFRAID THAT IF I DON'TCOME SCREAMING HERE YOU WON'T RELEASE YOUR SERIE.
THIS IS AGRESSIVE LOVE OK?
omgggg hahaha i appreciate you - you are always welcome to come scream in my asks <3 i love your aggressive love ;)
