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Fic Prompts: Strange Magic Monday

“There it goes! Don’t let it get away!”

Sunny paused at the mouth of the alley, blinking, just in time for a small bundle of filthy gray fur to go rocketing past him. Seconds later it was followed by a man who was all elbows and knees, with cheekbones that looked like they’d probably stabbed people before and would stab again.

“What on earth-?” Sunny sputtered, dodging nimbly up onto a fire escape. “Is that a raccoon?!”

“That,” announced the gangly man grandly, “is my nemesis. His name is Imp. He’s pure evil.”

Sunny swallowed a chuckle. “Aww, look at him though! He can’t be that ba- wait. Is that my wallet?!”

“Told you.” The grim man launched over a trash can and made a grab for the raccoon. He missed and took off down the sidewalk after it.

“What the- Hey! Strider! Wait for me!”

All in all not how Sunny had thought he’d be spending his Saturday.

K so we’re all aware of the voltron actor au but like could u imagine if actor!keith had to physically harm actor!lance and Keith’s like “no no I can’t hurt u even if it’s for the show” but then last minute in order to get the take lance just blurts out “I don’t believe in moth man” and Keith just straight up punches him

I got so many requests for a sequel I finally gave in. Thank you everyone for the support! I give you doting Lance and my attempt at not turning this into Latte(I have a problem with putting that ship everywhere)


The Paladins had all gathered at the edge of the Den, cautiously peeking in at them. Black huffed at them before turning back to the the kitten painting the Pride’s claws.

Black was getting purple. The cub rattled on about his day as he brought the giant paintbrush up and down the metal, something about the Red kitten.

Black tilted her head. The Red cub was…annoyingly attractive?

Black turned to Blue who giggled out something about kitten crushes. Black sighed, her new kitten was so much better than the Red Paladin.

Green plucked up the kitten and pulled him over to the tin of paint she wanted on her claws, squirming around excitedly. Yellow nudged her with her muzzle, trying to settle the jumping Lion to the best of her ability.

Black nodded, semi authoriative, mostly to continue the allusion that she was actually in charge, what with the Paladins peeking in and all.

Blue and Red let a few snickers out at her authoriative nod.

Black merely sniffed and turned around, ignoring the Blue kits squaking at how her nails weren’t dry yet.

Green hissed as Yellow tipped her over, her stern nuzzling quickly turning affectionate. Blue eagerly jumped in as the cuddles began while Red jumped in and claimed Lance to finish her nails while the rest of the Pride was busy.

The Blue cub adjusted quickly to the new situation, but when Black peaked she could see the rest of the Paladins of Voltron gawking.

Black purred as she remembered when they first discovered that decided on a different paladin than the smol angry cub to pilot her majesticness.

The Paladins of Voltron awkwardly shoved through the door to the Hangar, frantic to get to the emergency meeting the high pitched voiced princess had called.

Black did her best to imitate Red as she stood stoicly(Red hissed internally) Yellow snapped at Blue and Green, immediately making sure no enabling occured.

The Red Paladin stood in front of the Princess, pathetically attempting to look more leadery. He bored Black fast, so she turned her attention to her new pilot(temporary pilot, Blue reminded her. Green aniggered in the background as Yellow tried to regain order). The Blue kitten was shifting back and forth on his feet, clearly feeling out of place.

The Pride hissed in unison at the thought of the Blue cub not feeling comfortable.

A sudden barge of banging on her particle barrier brought Black back to the most likely cause of the problem. With much effort she attempted at reigning in a snarle. Green happily informed her that she failed, Blue didn’t seem to mind because she eagerly jumped in on glaring at the pest of a Paladin. Red merely mooned longingly.

The princess started prattling on about how Black should accept the cub already. Yellow informed the Pride that they were not allowed to roll their eyes. Green immediately tired to pout, but that to wad shut down.

black looked back down to see the Red pilot had finally left her alone. Hmph. Good. Red purred.

Green perked up with the brilliant suggestion that she claim the Blue kitten now, Black nodded approvingly as Yellow gave up and sought solace with Blue, who was mourning the loss of her Paladin.

Black prepared herself to roar and beckon forward the Blue cub when the kitten himself stumbled into her particle barrier. Black moved her paws to catch him. That seemed to do the trick.

Black purred at the memories before moving herself to the Hangar doors and shutting the Paladins out. The cubs could bother them later, Black paused for a moment before letting the Blue kittens Kaltenecker to come in.

Would it scar her new pilot too much if she ate his pet?


Special thanks to the two lovely anon asks and @violet-the-vulpix’s personal hc that she put in my ask for helping me to put this together, of course thanks to everyone who liked this strange concept enough to ask for more. I might turn this into a collection of one shots but I’m not sure yet. :)

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And then Rigby proceeded to vomit all over Mordecai’s bed, and his bathroom, and on him as well. So Mordecai couldn’t make it to his morning class because he had to do a quick laundry run. That’s the last time Mordecai threw an impromptu dorm party as well.

Ask and you shall receive. Also college AU incorporation because why not? Ahaha, thank you for the message!! Q q Q

A super-powered version of the FAHC is an awful, unstoppable thing. Powered humans are rare, sure, but not unheard of; the Fake’s aren’t the only group out there defying reality in broad daylight. What makes them so remarkable, so formidable and distressingly hard to combat, is the way they use those powers. The way each member has taken their gift and twisted it, pulled and torn and stretched it to unforeseen territory, used their powers in ways no one else has even dreamed. Ways most could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Ryan might be the most obvious example, the clearest illustration of the perversion of abilities, power turned on its head and used against its intention. He’s inspired them all, one way or another, to push their powers to the limits, into shapes they don’t belong in, powerful and strange and noticeably tarnished. On anyone else Ryan’s gift would be one of healing, of hope and restoration, empathetic and inherently altruistic. Its not a power most would associate with a life of crime, outside perhaps a medic, definitely not one most would pick for a mercenary, for the infamously deadly Vagabond. Ryan though, he’s never been one to let a little thing like reason set him back, never felt constrained by expectation, and he wasn’t about to let his powers derail his goals. Ryan has taken the ability to heal and broken it down into stages, approached inexplicable magic like a scientist, methodically identifying how to extract the exact elements he was after. He has the power to heal, yes, but what can be healed may also decay, that which can be stitched back together may just as easily be disassembled; it is no more difficult to displace blood than it is to correctly route it. With a touch Ryan can stop hearts, can rend tissue and implode organs. He can push natural reactions into overdrive, can encourage minor ailments into unstoppable disease, convince various systems to shut down without exposure to extreme circumstance. The only limit is Ryan’s own bountiful creativity, and while it might not be what people expect from the Vagabond he wouldn’t swap his abilities for anything.

Jeremy can change his density at will. Becoming immensely dense has some obvious uses in their world; bullets literally bouncing off his skin and fists that can shatter bones with a single punch, but becoming unnaturally light has just as many applications. Jeremy can change his weight mid-jump to achieve inhuman distance, can fall from great heights without a parachute, can climb sheer walls and hold his entire body up on the tip of a finger. There is no weight Jeremy cannot lift, no wall or door that can keep him out, let alone cuffs or bars to contain him. If Jeremy does not want to move there is physically no way to make him, and if he sets his sights on destroying something little can be done to stop him.

Geoff can communicate telepathically. This comes in handy when getting a hold of his crew, so long as they are within his range he can speak to them comms or no, but they are not the only ones he can speak to. All it takes is some connection, long term emotional links allow for greater distance but as long as Geoff is looking at someone he can get into their mind. Can sneer at police officers, whisper threats to rivals, force unsuspecting strangers to have the most peculiar thoughts and terrify anyone who tries to stand in his way. While Geoff can only really scrape through the top level of someones mind, more emotion and direct thoughts than any deep secrets, it is no great difficulty to convince people that he sees a lot more. Let them feel him poking around, quote a few stray thoughts back at them and suddenly not only do his victims believe he sees all but they are much more likely to think loudly about the very things they hope he doesn’t notice. Geoff can push images as easily as word, useful when sharing a story but even more so as a form of torture; he can fill minds with his darkest thoughts, plague dreams with images from his nastiest nightmares, provide a personalised hell that is impossible to escape from.

Michael controls heat. It’s a power people tend to fear, think it synonymous with mastery over fire, imagine sparking fingers and raging infernos. Which, to be fair, isn’t wholly inaccurate, but is hardly the extent of Michael’s power. He can create fire sure, can raise the temperature to extremes in pinpointed locations to ignite a room, but he doesn’t need to. Michael can press heat straight into a body, can warm someone up or cook them from the inside out, can burn slowly or kill in an instant. His powers extend to objects too, he can melt metals, boil water, absorb and deflect heat, and set off explosives. While people don’t associate it with him the way the do fiery rage, what can go up can of course also go down. Michael can drop the temperature, can produce dangerous frost and sharp ice shards, freeze someone in water and induce frostbite with a simple touch. Michael is completely unbothered by extreme temperatures, can render himself undetectable on thermal imaging cameras and change the temperature of objects so suddenly they shatter. Even those who flee aren’t safe; careening into danger as roads are  suddenly coated in black ice or bubble and melt beneath flaming tires.

Ray can multiply himself, a series of duplicates capable of drawing fire and completing simple tasks. They were once mere mindless echoes of his actual self, near translucent and noticeably different if you looked closely enough, quickly giving birth to the term Ghost Ray when describing them. They didn’t stay that way though, Ray quietly practising and practising until they not only solidified but he could split his conciousness between them, could act as all bodies simultaneously and be in half a dozen places at once. It’s disconcerting, the way they all look real now. The way they all are Ray now, will fade away like they were never there when Ray lets them go, or when they die, but until then he can be in any and all of them at once. It bears thinking about, considering some die. Considering one stays. Considering the way Ray doesn’t like to talk about it, practises late at night and sends his selves off on private missions, laughs and deflects and fades away.

Jack can manipulate the wind; her jets are always boosted and her cars caught and righted before they can ever spin out, while any who pursue her find themselves shoved off the roads. She can deflect bullets, catch plummeting bodies and stir up various weather phenomena. As though this was not enough Jack’s power over the air allows her to create small vacuums, granting her the ability to suck oxygen from a room. To steal it right out of lungs, suffocating her opponents without lifting a finger to touch them. Alone she is more than dangerous, but Jack has always worked best with others. Her powers are particularly effective when combined with Michael or Jeremy; catching Jeremy up and hurling him like a canon ball and taking ice or flame and whirling them into deadly tornadoes. She can, just as effectively, force them all to calm down when things start getting out of hand; wind separating fights, extinguishing fires, airless pockets keeping anyone from storming away in a huff, and being sudden drenched by rain provides a wholly undignified end to any petty squabbles.

Gavin’s power is all about luck. It’s not the most exciting power at first glance; he can see probabilities, split-second calculations that manifest in inexplicable feelings, knowing just when to duck, when to take a detour, when to blow off a meeting and stay home instead. It’s not a power most people would associate with violent crime, rather imagine lotto winnings and effortless celebrity, but most people aren’t Gavin. It was simple intuition at first; shoot now, trust him, buy the ticket, check your phone. But Gavin, being Gavin, pressed for more. Worked out how to manipulate his own luck instead of relying on chance, concentrating on what he wants so his powers bend around him, gift evolving from simple suggestions into something else all together. When Gavin assures himself that all he needs in the world is to shoot his way out of a situation there is no way he will be unlucky enough have a gun run empty, when he needs to make a purchase he will never have the misfortune of running out of money, when he settles himself as the frontman of the FAHC none will be lucky enough to resist his charms. Now that he knows how to push, the limits of Gavin’s power are completely unknown – the least visibly impressive and yet the possibilities are as astounding as they are impossible. He needed a worthy crew, so he found one; they desired power, so they got it; it would be unlucky to die, so they don’t.

Yuuri :  Enjoying the view?

Victor :  👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Bts reaction to you kissing their neck!

Namjoon:

*You walk up behind him while he’s working at his desk, giving him pecks on his neck and jawline*

“My baby wants to play it like that huh?” *smirks*

“Maybe, maybe not. Come find out chulo~” *You swiftly walk out of the room*

*Namjoon gets up to follow but ends up tripping over the wire of his headphones*

*You come running in* “Are you okay?!” *You see him laying on the floor with his foot tangled* “You know what Joon, maybe another time ._.”

Originally posted by missyalliott

Jin:

*You come up behind him as he’s cooking dinner, giving him smooches starting at his shoulders leading to his neck* “Hey sexy man >;)”

“You wanna see sexy?” *slut drops while still mixing food bc talent*

Originally posted by wellsfanfictionslash

Hoseok:

*He’s laying down as you come up beside him and start kissing his neck*

“Yeah right here baby,” he says sleepily while pulling down his collar.

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla

Yoongi:

*He’s working on his music as you pop up to give him a break and start pecking his neck*

“Not now beautiful.”

“But Yoongi baby~ you’ve been working all day…”

“I guess this track can wait.”

Look at his hand, his tongue, his collarbone… dont touch me

Originally posted by vthesecretoilet

Taehyung:

*You come up behind him as he’s shopping online for some gucci obvi and start giving him kisses on neck*

“Stop it jagi that tickles” “Jagiyaaaaa” “Fine then!” “May the tickle war commence.”

Originally posted by taesverynofun

Jimin:

*You see Jimin on his phone so you decide to go give him smooches on his neck*

On the outside-

Originally posted by ultranicolet

On the inside-

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Jungkook: 

*You go behind Kook, who just started working out, and gave him smooches on his jawline*

“Hmmm look at that sweet piece of ass.”

“Thats right this ass is a sweet piece so dont touch it unless yours is the same.” *sass asf*

Originally posted by btsgalaxyyeoja


@ anon who requested: I know you probably wanted this to be sexy… i-I don’t know what happened…

Sibylline Song

(Alright, here it is. The unedited, unfinished mer!Stiles fic. Warnings include: assholes, angst, violence, people being specist, and references to canon deaths.)

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Their journey begins with the usual amount of pomp and ceremony expected for a trade ship.

It’s the Triskelion’s forty second voyage from the colder, northern channels of Bæyan to the warm waters of Coca-Machu, and the crew means to make it a good one. Nothing too dangerous—they’re going to actually try trading this time—and everything will go smoothly. Even the weather has been fair to them since they left Port Duke with the morning tide. Many of the crew had waved goodbye to the few friends they’d made over the years, and perhaps a few enemies too. Others were more than glad to leave the port as quickly as they did.


“Are you still moping?”

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“Grantaire,” he says slowly. “What do you have in that box?”

Grantaire looks up at Enjolras, his eyes very blue even with the glaze of drunkenness at the edges. “A favor,” he says.

(How The Future’s Done, by barricadeur)

The Right Words(Mechanic!AU)
  • Genos: *feverishly writing on paper*
  • Mumen rider: Genos? What are you doing?
  • Genos: I am trying to find the correct words to show my affection to sensei. He gives a very specific response when something truly effected his emotions.
  • Mumen Rider: Oh
  • Genos: Sensei! *holds up paper that reads "you make my heart race" with a race car picture*
  • Saitama: Hm? *smiles* aw, that's sweet Genos
  • Mumen Rider: hey he liked it!
  • Genos: *sighs and goes back to writing* that's not it *scribbles more* Sensei! *holds up paper that reads "you rev my engine"
  • Saitama: huh? *looks over and laughs* that's a good one, Genos
  • Mumen Rider: oh! That's it ri-
  • Genos: No. *goes back to writing* Sensei! *holds up paper that reads "I need a full body inspection <3"*
  • Mumen Rider: Genos, that's inappropr-
  • Saitama: *blushes bashfully* Holy shit
  • Genos: *grins proudly*
  • Mumen Rider: ...what
Apartment AUs
  • “haha sorry for knocking at your door at like 6 in the morning on a Saturday but i’ve got a job interview in less than an hour but you happen to be right next door and my shower is broken so could i please use yours i smell like death” au
  • “so hey i heard the opening to my favorite show that i haven’t seen in forever playing somewhere in the building and i tracked it to you so can i watch it with you or what” au
  • “my cat ran in here at 3 in the morning and i’m really sorry he made himself comfortable on your face while you were sleeping but hey i guess thats what you get for leaving the door kinda open” au
  • “i was singing one of the cheesy duets from a Disney movie and i guess you heard it bc ur singing the other part so we’re both going with it ok cool” au
  • “you always ask me for book suggestions for some reason so one day i just grab ur hand and drag you to the library and we kind of have this thing of going to the library together every week from then on” au
  • “i accidentally broke into ur apartment bc i was hella tired this morning and i swear it was an accident please don’t call the police” au
  • “oh my god can you please not scream so loudly when you get mail like jeez you do that every day- wait is that a limited edition figurine lemme see” au
  • “ok so my dumb friends bet $2 that i wouldn’t ask you out and get you to say yes but i’m really desparate for some M&Ms from the vending machine downstairs and ur actually really cute so please take pity on my poor soul” au
  • “so its 1 a.m. and you’re prancing around my floor in full out cosplay and singing my favorite anime theme song in Japanese and I want in” au
  • “i kNEW YOU WERE THE ONE STEALING MY NEWSPAPERS EVERY DAY HAH I FINALLY CAUGHT YOU- oh man wait are you crying crap wait i’m so sorry please i’ll let you take all of my newspaper for the rest of our lives if you please please stop crying” au
• “I’m really sorry you had to see me like this stranger but would you mind helping me out of this trash can” AU
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Okay, so thanks to @beanpots‘s Day and Night AU, I had this moment a few months ago where I was scrolling through my dash, found a really pretty picture, and had this exact train of thought:
“oh, wow, these look really nice, and look, is that a furisode? and it’s sparkly and oooh, fairy lights could work really well with that cape… OH NO YOU DON’T, you have at least 10 projects on your list and you haven’t started any of them!“

So of course I went and asked beanpots a ton of questions then went on fabric-hunting and a month ago, I started putting the project together.
Yesterday night, I hemmed both layers of the skirt (I finished by 01:45, it was totally worth it!), and this morning, I finished the collar of the juban - now everything except the cape is done! (At least sewing-wise, I’m still waiting for “some” beads and the fairly lights to arrive.)

It takes 30 minutes to put this thing on alone - and I can’t even do it correctly, because I can’t fold the sides up neatly. Luckly, I have a friend who agreed to cosplay Day!Viktor with me and help me dressing up. Otherwise, I have to do this thing with the sleeves that Chihiro does, because they are in the way:

HOW TO ASK FOR COLLABS

So I felt the need to make this post because I’ve been getting a lot of emails asking me for collabs but there are a lot of things that are a bit off in these emails so I wanted to clarify for yall how to ask someone for a collab.

1. BE PROFESSIONAL. NUMBER ONE RULE.

Write these emails like you’re writing a school email. I’m not super picky about formatting or “dear star” at the top or something, but you can’t send me an email that just says “u want to collab? I need voice for fandub” Or something like that. 100% of the time if you send me an email like this, I will not reply. I simply dont have time to email back and have an email chain figuring out what you mean. Try to use complete sentences, and spell words correctly. Also stay away from “u” and stuff like that, because it doesn’t look professional at all.

2. INCLUDE INFORMATION ABOUT THE PROJECT

This is the biggest one I have an issue with. If you don’t have a previous channel or any other previous work, that’s completely fine. I am perfectly open to working with people who haven’t done anything online before. However, you need to show me something. A preview, a sample of the voice acting, a demo of the game, something like that. Also, include information about what you precisely would need from me. “I would like you to voice this character, in this particular voice, and here is a sample of the lines I would need.” is a good example. If you’re not set on the lines or what kind of voice you need that’s fine, I dont need something really specific, just a rough estimate or more information about the project. 

3. IF YOU ARE LOOKING TO JOIN OUR CHANNEL AS A POSSIBLE VOICE ACTOR, SEND A DEMO REEL. IF YOU DO NOT INCLUDE A DEMO REEL IN THE ORIGINAL EMAIL, I WILL NOT RESPOND BECAUSE I SIMPLY DO NOT HAVE TIME. 

I get about 4-5 emails daily asking if someone could join the channel as a possible voice actor. I’m completely open to adding people as possible voice actors, I’ve done it many times before, but you NEED to send me a demo reel if you’re looking to join or have an established channel or work that I can check out. It’s as simple as that. Remember, your voice is your trade. You need to showcase your trade. 

4. DO NOT BE SELF-DEPRECATING IN THESE EMAILS. 

Nothing makes me want to delete an email more than reading the words: Here’s my demo reel, it’s so bad don’t look at it. I’m not saying you should send me an email saying “I AM THE BEST VOICE ACTOR IN THE WORLD HIRE ME”, but try to remember that when you’re sending me a demo reel or something like that you’re sending me an audition. If you walked into any audition and told the director not to listen to you, they would send you out of the room. I’m going to do the same. You’re an actor, you’re selling yourself. A better way to word it if you’re not sure about your audition is to say: “I’m still working on it, could I get some constructive feedback?” That right there is WAY better than “this is so bad.” I know this is a weird thing to be picky about, but I get a lot of these types of emails and it weighs on me. 

5. DONT SEND ME “CAN YOU CRITIQUE MY UNDERTALE AU?” just dont do it. I’d love to check out a comic or something, but I know nothing about creating AUs.  


AND THATS IT! I know I was a little strict in this post, don’t let that stop you from sending me an email! I love what I do and I love meeting new people through the internet, I just felt the need to share with you guys the best way to send emails because then you have a better chance of getting in contact with me! Plus this is helpful for people who don’t really know how to send these types of emails, and don’t beat yourself up if you didn’t know. 
Also just because why not, my email is starbotcentral@gmail.com. 

hbkwillkillchara  asked:

Hey Cami you do know disbelief papyrus is just papyrus with sans' powers and jacket right? So in a sense you made disbelief papyrus without even meaning to that's funny to me considering you said you didn't really like AU's to begin with

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what? A lot of you love to mix what’s fanon and what’s canon.

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Sun Above Your Shoulders - Chapter 1 - longleggedgit - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Sun Above Your Shoulders

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina

Summary: Hinata and Kageyama go to different high schools and meet again in Okinawa for the first time since middle school.

“Toss for me!”

The boy is grinning, already leading the way onto the court, walking backwards. Unthinkingly, Kageyama starts to follow him, then stops, annoyed at himself.

“I don’t even know your name,” he says.

“Hinata Shouyou.” Hinata steps to the right side of the net and waits.

Notes: Listen, this ridiculous thing wouldn’t even exist if not for @reallycorking warmly embracing my plot ideas and drawing inspiring fanart (more within the fic itself, click for full size!!) and enduring my periodic email updates for months on end, David fucking Copperfield-style, from start to finish, so please give her a round of applause for all the inspiration and constant feedback. Also a round of applause for @reeology for betaing, thank you so much your feedback was invaluable <333

Title from the highly appropriate Greek Song by Rufus Wainwright!

there's a devil in your smile (that's chasing me)

♡♡♡ for bruna @suprcorp ♡♡♡

the high school au i took too long to write and it ended up being longer than i thought it would be.

basically: the one where kara is very much in love with lena just as lena is very much in love with kara & everything goes sort of wrong before it ends up right.

also on ao3

Kara wasn’t supposed to be in detention. It isn’t even her fault that she is here, no matter what the voice inside her head - which sounds suspiciously like Alex’s - is telling her.

She was just trying to help the poor kitten down from that tree. Everything was going okay and according to plan.

She climbed the tree, calmed the poor animal down and was opening her backpack so she could put him inside, that way she could climb down safely and as a normal human would, using both hands and decidedly not flying.

Naturally, everything started going downhill from there.

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(i watched weightlifting fairy and i was picturing jikook the whole time so i’m writing this)

+ jimin is a tiny cute weightlifter who eats a lot 

+ jungkook is a handsome swimmer who all the girls love, but he’s not interested (if u know what i mean)

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