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A/N: hi guys, more thangyu, they've brain rotted me idk. Icl I don't know how well written this is but it'll have to do enjoy!

Cw: talks of being high, thanos mildly toxic inner dialogue?

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Being in a game high off your ass is less than ideal. Being high in a killing game? Even less so. Thanos is entirely aware of this, but is it going to stop him from taking these pills? Absolutely not.

Sitting across from him is Nam-gyu, also high off his ass from these same pills he’s been begging for over the past five minutes. Thinking about it, Thanos doesn’t know why he keeps sharing them with the man. Maybe it’s because he thinks Nam-gyu needs it. Maybe it’s the desperation for someone to relate to, someone to feel the same way he does. He knows he probably shouldn’t, and sometimes he feels guilty, but Nam-gyu is a grown man. He wouldn’t take them if he couldn’t handle them… right?

Thanos shakes off the thoughts when he realizes the black-haired man across from him has moved closer, likely trying to steal some of his warmth. It is cold in here, after all. Thanos doesn’t really mind. A few members of the group tend to stand close to him to steal his warmth, but Nam-gyu is definitely more handsy about it—holding his hands, leaning on his shoulders, the whole lot. It raises questions in Thanos’s mind about why he lets it happen, why he even reciprocates sometimes, but right now, he doesn’t want to think about it.

After a moment of hesitation, he turns and tucks himself a bit more against Nam-gyu’s side, if only because he needs the comfort himself. It takes a moment, but eventually his eyes drift shut. Whether he’ll actually fall asleep, he doesn’t know—he’s found it hard to sleep here—but he doesn’t miss the feeling of Nam-gyu’s hand in his hair, the soothing touch sending waves of relaxation through his frame.

Yeah, maybe this isn’t so bad.

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Wed 10/9/25

A/N: hiii. Okay I know i missed 2 weeks, forgive me, id say i won't do it again but I probably will. Anyway I finally got around to writing something thangyu related so here, this'll probably be written into a full story at some point. Enjoy!

Cw: smoking, drugs mention

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To say Thanos is having a bad night is putting it lightly. And drowning himself in drugs and alcohol isn’t helping for once. He’s tired, and the blaring music of Club Pentagon drills into his skull, giving him the worst headache ever. He can’t stand this anymore.

With a stumble, he gets up, leaving some cash on the table, not bothering to hand it to anyone—too desperate to get out of the club to even think about ensuring the money goes through. If all else fails, he can pay it later.

He takes a deep breath as he walks out into the night, cold air rushing into his lungs before he exhales in a deep sigh, hands coming up to rub at his sore eyes in the hope of massaging out the headache a bit.

With shaking hands, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and a lighter, placing one between his lips as he lights it. Usually he only vapes, with the excuse that he’s using it to try and quit cigarettes, but on the days that feel like the end, he actually smokes.

The smoke tumbles out of his mouth as he sits down on a box, leaning against the wall, head resting on the wall behind him. This feels kinda nice—just having silence. He never usually gets that, with fans surrounding him constantly or the bad influences he calls friends indulging his bad habits.

God, I really need new friends, he thinks to himself, running a hand over his face and taking a drag of his cigarette, looking out into the people-filled streets. He spends a while just people-watching before he turns, hearing a door beside him open and a familiar black-haired man walk out.

“You okay?”

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Wed 20/8/25

A/N: HIII okay I missed last week I know💔 I was having my haircut though. Anyway i rewatched hunger games and was reminded how much I loved cato, and how much I forgot about this oc. I've had thangyu on the brain forgive me. Anyway enjoy!

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Being stuck in that arena had been one thing; having a giant blonde beast running at her had been another. At that moment, she’d had two options: try to get through the bloodbath to grab supplies and risk Cato catching her, or run into the treeline to escape him… Yeah, she'd gone with the latter. It had seemed safer.

She had turned quickly, speeding off into the trees, acutely aware that he was, in fact, still following behind her. Her feet had thudded against the undergrowth as she’d evaded him, weaving between trees, hoping it would slow him down. It hadn’t. He’d still been right behind her, not stopping for anything…

Well, except for the ledge of rocks she had just launched herself over. She had landed hard on the other side—how she hadn’t broken her knees, she would never know—but she hadn’t. She had only skidded, scraping her leg a bit. Looking up, she’d seen him stop, standing still on the rocks above, watching her. Both of their chests had risen and fallen rapidly as they caught their breath.

Silence had fallen between them, broken only by the sound of water in front of her and birds overhead. She had knelt by the water, scooping it into her hands and drinking. It hadn’t been much, but it had been something.

The sharp crack of bark had made her head snap up—he was scaling down a large log toward her. She had scrambled, trying to get up, her feet skidding on the gravel beneath her. Eventually, after finding her footing, she’d attempted to scurry away from him—more out of desperation than strategy. He was double her size, and she definitely couldn’t fight him off right then. Running had been her only option.

Unfortunately, he had been faster. He’d grabbed the collar of her shirt, yanking her to a stop.

“Caught you, fawn.”

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Wed 30/7/25

Last song: my memory is honestly so bad so off the top of my head i think it was something by noah kahan.

Favourite colour: my favourite colour is red! Mostly deep reds i think they look better. I also really like green and blue

Last TV show: the last TV show was taskmaster cuz im typically British and it's so funny

Last film: the last film I watched was the commitments with my dad on Thursday :D

Last book: the last book I read was either the outsiders, jjk or sandman, i can't entirely remember

Favourite flavour: mint id say. I think anyway im really indecisive

Tea or coffee? Neither, i think they're both bad tasting

Relationship status: very single but quite happily so. More room for fictional crushes

Last thing I googled: malice mizer songs because I couldn't remember the name of the one I was telling someone about

Currently: watching YouTube :D

Looking forward to: being able to draw well 💔 practicing is kicking my ass though

Current obsession: currently my obsession(s) are thangyu (they've infected my brain) skz and ateez!!

A/N: I'm late again. Whoops >-< I was busy, anyway so I came up with this like 2 weeks ago but I had other stories in mind but now I'm doing it. Kinda like an introductory post for my ocs, or getting to know some of their personalities, anyway here enjoy! Also I have this song stuck in my head so yw

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OCs x clingy/affectionate S/O

Gutz:

-doesn't really mind

-isn't the type to seek out to be cuddled all the time but will allow you to cling to him

-head kisses king

-holds your hands though, likes to feel your pulse when he does

Marko:

-loves it but he absolutely Will not tell you that

-trying to hide his purring (he cannot)

-already melted at the hugs, melted more at the hair playing

-won't let you do it in public, will allow it privately though (or if you beg)

IGgy:

-another one that will just let you cling to him

-not the best to cuddle with, ominous phone sounds

-beware the random sharp objects he carries, and that phone wire ofc

-will read to you while you cling to him if he was reading at the time

-usually busy, and enjoys watching you beg to do it

Soundwave:

-also very clingy lol

-loves loves cuddling and holding hands with you

-can't stay still though, like at all, he's always jittering

-his music is also really loud, so if you're wanting to nap I would avoid doing so, it's not worth it

-will sing to you while you're cozied up!

-6/10 cuddler

Moth:

-not really a cuddler unless he's really drunk

-will let you curl up on his lap while he's gambling though

-another one you'd have to beg to really cuddle with

-not clingy but is usually touching you ie. Hand on your waist/knee, wants others to know what's his

Tangle:

-always welcome for clingyness and affection

-he thinks it's so cute!

-wraps his whole body around you

-also pretty clingy, he'd be in your skin if he could

-is a bite risk though so be aware of that

-not so clingy If he's in a bad mood though but thats pretty rare

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Wed, 16/7/25

A/N: hiii! I won't lie this story isn't one of my best ones, for some reason I really struggled writing this week so I did the best I could, enjoy!

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Being shattered is always a weird feeling, but regenerating is even weirder. She sits by the mirror, staring into it, inspecting her body. She’s still tall, still strong—but there are little differences in her appearance that she notices. Too late to dwell on it now, I suppose.

Standing up, she grumbles, still a little weak from regeneration, stretching to shake it all off. The house is quiet. Steven is asleep, and everyone else is busy in their own spaces. Even Peridot is silent, which is even weirder. So she’s just left to her own thoughts and devices.

She sighs, dragging her feet as she opens the door, strolling outside onto the beach and staring at the water. The sound of the waves is relaxing—even to her—as she sits on the sand.

Silence is nice. She can finally think, reminisce, and relax. The breeze brushes through her hair, blowing it out of her face, drying the tears that had originally gathered.

Chewing on her lip, she skips a rock along the water, smiling a little as it goes far, celebrating quietly. She turns as she spots a crab scuttling along the sand. Reaching out, she picks it up carefully, raising it to her face to examine the creature. These things are still kinda new to her, so she looks at it with curiosity and awe. Maybe it’s because they remind her of Jasper—who knows.

Eventually, she places the crab down, watching it walk away with no care in the world. Ah, to be that oblivious. One could dream.

Turning, she lays back on the sand, looking up at the stars, watching them. As she watches, she frowns a little, sitting up and propping herself up on her hands.

Is that star getting closer? And brighter?

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Wed, 9/7/25

A/N: hi everybody! Another story about buck, he's perfect for deer imagery okay I love this man. When I can draw well I will draw him for all of you. Enjoy lovelies ♡

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Deer. A sign of intuition and gentleness, even a connection to the spirit realm. But for him, they're a symbol of mockery—or at least, they used to be. Ever since the unfortunate incident that earned him his callsign, he's always held a sense of wariness around deer, always choosing areas where they aren't, or simply moving away when they’re near. But not today.

The sun shines down on him. It isn’t overly warm, but the light is a nice change, making his eyes shine, golden specks brought out by the glow. His brown eyes dart back and forth across the woods he's taking a break in. His force has taken out their target, and now they’re making their way back home to base.

Green grass tucks between his gloved fingers as he adjusts himself on the ground—then he jolts, hearing bouncing footsteps and the crackling of sticks. He turns quickly, just in time to watch a deer fawn bound past, a doe in tow. He wants to be uncomfortable, and part of him screams to be, but he isn’t. In fact, he feels more at ease than ever, a small smile pulling at his lips—until he spots a stag standing in front of him. Or well, a buck, if that’s what you want to call it.

It walks closer, slowly lowering its head, sending a jolt of unease down his spine as he watches those antlers come closer to his face. He takes his mask off, trying to seem less threatening to the animal, then shuts his eyes tightly. This is it. They're going to finish him off—or so he thinks—before he feels the stag’s forehead press to his, antlers caging his head in.

What the fuck.

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Wed, 2/7/25

A/N: hello my loves. Another Wednesday another story, this time about my little army dreamer. Also off topic but I've been watching so much skins recently. God I love cook and freddie, anyway, enjoy!

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Wind had whipped around his face, the icy air chilling him so deeply it felt like it froze his bones and dried out his throat. Seriously, if he hadn’t been wearing that balaclava, his nose probably would’ve been stinging—like his eyes were, which they wouldn’t have been if he had remembered his goggles. They were sitting on his helmet, but alas, he hadn’t.

“Sign up for the army,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said. Actually, no one had said that. No one had recommended this to anyone, and at that moment, he was seriously rethinking his job as he lay nestled in the undergrowth on his front, brown eyes scanning the area, gun cradled in his hands, finger resting on the trigger.

A grumble had left his throat as he shifted, the sharp sticks beneath him digging into his chest and hips, no doubt leaving small bruises where they scratched at him. Silence had followed, setting him on edge. He had known he wasn’t alone—his fellow soldiers were near enough—but he was the only one in his immediate area, and the idea of being even remotely solitary hadn’t helped his nerves. Nor had the fact that his streaming eyes were obstructing his vision.

He had wiped his eyes, a small whimper or whine escaping him as he acknowledged that his current predicament was far from ideal—borderline inconvenient. Man up, soldier, he had tried to tell himself. You signed up for this. You chose this. It was you who thought this was your only option after everything else had failed. Man up.

Had he known that zoning out was the worst thing to do in that moment? Absolutely. But his mind had continued to wander, his awareness slipping further and further—until he didn’t hear the sticks cracking behind him.

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Wed, 25/6/25

A/N: hello guys! Another Wednesday another story. This time about mine and my friends ocs zakki and friends inspired by my friend @ninesillywaffles doodles of them! Enjoy!

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Waking up at 6 a.m. is the worst at the best of times. Waking up at 6 a.m. because your friends have is even worse, which Ezra is now painfully aware of as he sits on his bed, coffee in hand, trying to cling to any last shred of sanity he might have had. There it is—nope, it's gone.

He considers just going back to sleep—he really does—but that’s before Silli starts up some loud game. Something about magic cookies?? What kind of games are they giving kids nowadays?

“Silli, turn it down,” he groans, spotting Leo waking up because of it. Poor kid. Or, well, he’d feel worse, but if Ezra has to be up because of it, so does everyone else. That’s totally the rule. That he definitely didn’t just make up right this moment.

Ezra stretches, gets up, puts his empty cup down on the kitchen table, and starts making breakfast for everyone. Fairy bread toast for Silli—because she refuses to have Pop-Tarts this morning, so he gets creative. Pancakes shaped like bears for Leo, with extra syrup. Fox-shaped eggs for Zakki. He hasn’t decided what he wants yet—probably a plain full English or whatever’s left after cutting off the others' breakfasts.

After a while of cooking, he brings the plates in, handing them out with each person’s drink of choice before grabbing his own and settling back on the couch to watch them all for a moment before starting to eat.

It’s honestly weird for a boy who spent so much of his life alone (besides that strange talking toad of his that he has yet to wake up). He’d almost forgotten how nice it is to be surrounded by people you love.

Yeah. This is the life.

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Wed, 18/6/25

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I haven't finished chapter 4 yet so I'm yet to be corrected, but if we don't find out who represents all of the code for the shelter could the delta rune possibly mean asriel? I mean the police badge we know means undyne (so far) the tree represents Carol (as far as I'm aware rn) but we don't know the 3rd. Now its possible that it could actually be toriel, even tenna says so hence why he had her In the ball BUT maybe it's a red herring? I mean I have doubts it's asgore related and we haven't seen asriel yet. Asriel also has to know about the dark world since he has a room at Queens castle (if you didn't notice that surprise) he also does go to the church like his parents do since susie wears his church clothes. Lastly he's "away at college" which might not even be true. Maybe he's either "missing" (in wherever the shelter takes them) and everyone Is lying to kris about his whereabouts (although with their behaviour in chapter 4 i think kris knows more about it than we know so possibly not) OR he did go to college but he came back early or smthn but didn't get to come home since he was taken there?.

Idk I've just been thinking about it, I'll prob stand corrected when I get through chapter 4 but I'm stuck on jackenstein right now and he's taken everything out of me 😭. Ill update this if my theory changes

Edit: okay already editing this but it just came to me that pine tree might not be Carol but noelle's sibling since we're not supposed to go in their room and the code is on the inside of their guitar, so they have to be related to it no?, same theory as asriel On that term though.

A/N: helloooo! Okay I know I'm late again, forgive me I was busy. But I bring you more test tube baby so shhh, mostly in honour of the new deltarune chapters! Enjoy!

Cw: mild spoiler mention not really (I don't name what happened just who is kinda involved), swearing, drug mention?

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Note to self. Never follow Susie and Kris anywhere.

Okay, to be fair, he's known this for a while now. But as he's currently walking through the Dark World, it's the only thing circling in his head while he stares at the back of this giant Barney knock-off. How does he even get here, I hear you ask? Well, I don't, but if I don't say that, I can't continue—so that's what you're saying. He doesn't know. But what he does know is that this world makes him feel like he's taken so much acid it’d put a hippie to shame.

His eyes flick back and forth between his friends and the surrounding area, taking in the strange world they're once again trapped in. Why is no one questioning this? Is anyone even wondering why they've been gone for ages? Nah… they’ve probably just assumed this is what teenagers do: disappear for hours. Suppose that's not completely untrue.

A voice snaps him out of his thoughts, making him turn as Kris mutters to themself about something—he can't make out what. Something about players and puppets? Maybe they’re thinking about Spamton, who he’s been trying his hardest to forget about since meeting him. What a strange little guy.

Ralsei walks ahead, talking to Susie about… something. Likely scolding her for her foul language, since she’s been especially sweary lately. Suppose this world brings it out of you, with all the fuckery that happens here. Seriously, what the fuck is happening with Rouxls Kaard? ...Actually, it’s probably best not to think about it. Again, he’s trying not to, but being stuck with his own thoughts on this boring trek is not helping him, honestly.

Well, until they have to stop—realising they've reached somewhere they really shouldn't have.

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Wed, 11/6/25