#// I APPRECIATE THE HECK OUT OF HER STYLE

[tintysun]

♪ Gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be ♪

Linkin Park | The Emptiness Machine

[ibrithir-was-here]

How the heck is there not more talk about Tanith Lee??

Like my gosh, the woman wrote, according to her wiki, 90 books, over 300 short stories, two World Fantasy Awards, and was the first woman to win the British Fantasy Award/Augus Derleth Award and wrote for tv shows.

Like, it's not like she just wrote a heck ton but wasn't very good! She was clearly very good she won awards, and i've read a swath of her stuff across different genres and really enjoyed most of it. I mean that even if not each one has been my cup of tea I can at least appreciate the skill and quite a lot I have truly enjoyed. She's got great prose and style and imagination. Not everything obviously was a banger, but they've all been at least well written, which is harder to come by in writing than you might think.

But nobody ever seems to talk about her?? And I feel like the fantasy crowd on here would really enjoy her stuff. The woman has done stuff in pretty much every genre from what I can see, but I never see her listed on fantasy authors like Clive Barker or Diana Wynne Jones or Neil Gaiman or Terry Pratchett or Diane Duane even though she was writing at the same time and has a similar sort of '80s Doing Cool Stuff with Fantasy vibe' I feel like people who like those authors would enjoy though she's very much her own style of author.

Anyway this was really just me putting out a rant that such a prolific and talented author seems to have fallen by the wayside and I think it's really a shame

Heck she even did a witch-queen fighting againt vampire Snow White a whole decade before Neil Gaiman did his phenomenal Snow Glass Apples and it's also excellent, give a look here:

[shixcherie]

Finally Found You | Park Seonghwa ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 19 : Temprature Play (ice)

↬ [ Synopsis ] : Seonghwa finally found you and have no intention of letting you go ever. Childhood friends meeting after ten years, a wild night with some cold ice while you explore each other’s temprature.What more could you ask for ?

☆Word Count : 2.8k ☆Genre : Smut, Angst, Non-Idol, Childhoold friend Au ☆Pairing : Childhood friend! Seonghwa x F.Reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : mdni!, Childhood friends to loves, pure smut(18+), a lil bit of plot, old memories, sulky Seonghwa, butterfly kisses, nipple play, temprature play with ice cubes, Soft dom! Seonghwa, he takes the lead, fingering (f.reciveing), oral (f.recieving), kinda graphic and detailed, pet names (baby), Seonghwa is definitely in love.

NOTE : So my friend who is also a writer, suggested that we write a story based on each other’s fav songs. “Finally Found You” by Enrique Iglesias is her fav song so I wrote this piece while she wrote based on my fav song, ‘Adore You” by Harry Styles.

Also I am Grinding hard to catchup my loves as my exams had a chokehold on me so please show some love for this Day 19 fic. Hope you enjoy the heck outta it ma chéries.

The flickering light from the screen illuminated Seonghwa’s room, casting shadows over his sharp features as he leaned forward, completely absorbed in the footage. On the screen, a younger version of himself ran across a grassy field, laughter ringing out as a girl chased after him. They must’ve been around fourteen, barely old enough to understand the world, but old enough to know how much they meant to each other.

You.

The camera panned to you as you tackled him, both of you tumbling into the grass in a fit of giggles. He smiled faintly, his fingers brushing over the TV screen as if he could somehow touch the memory.

Ten years. No contact. No explanation.

He let out a soft sigh, the nostalgic warmth of the memory fading, replaced by a hollow ache.

Where had you gone? Would you ever meet again? He could only hope... to finally find you.

There was a loud bang on the door as Seonghwa grumbled in his sleep. The people on the other side had really been getting under his skin for a while now. All he wanted was a few days of peace, a few days alone to bask in the warm, nostalgic memories of you. Telling them about you, about his past and his feelings for you, his childhood friend had been a mistake.

A big fucking mistake.

“Hyung! Open up, or else San’s gonna break the door down!” Wooyoung screamed from the other side.

Mingi, San, and Wooyoung had been trying to get him out of the house to stop him from being so gloomy and sulky. He appreciated their effort and concern, but today he just wanted to wallow in those sweet, happy teenage memories. But the three menaces outside wanted him out, partying and dancing in the club.

This has to be the worst day, he thought to himself before reluctantly getting off the couch and heading out with the three devils.

Seonghwa hadn’t wanted to go out tonight. He wasn’t in the mood for loud music, flashing lights, or the usual chaos his friends thrived on. But Wooyoung, San, and Mingi hadn’t given him much of a choice, practically dragging him through the club’s doors.

“Come on, hyung! You’ve been sulking long enough!” Wooyoung shouted over the pounding bass. “This is your night to relax!”

San handed him a drink, grinning. “You need to loosen up. Have some fun.”

“I was having fun.” Seonghwa shot back, narrowing his eyes playfully at his kitten-lookalike of a friend.

“That’s called being depressed, not fun,” Mingi teased, rolling his eyes. “You’ve been sitting around like a sad poet waiting for inspiration. What’s next? Writing tragic love songs about sunsets and heartbreak?”

Seonghwa barely heard his friends, his attention already pulled toward the dance floor. There, among the writhing, sweaty bodies and neon lights, was a figure that seemed familiar. Your silhouette swayed to the music, moving alluringly with your back turned toward him. But something about the way you moved struck him deep in his chest, and the reel of memories started playing in front of his eyes.

Was it… you? That’s not possible… right? How could you be here, and... wow—HOW?

His heart raced, a decade’s worth of longing suddenly rising to the surface. He clenched his jaw, unsure whether to believe his own eyes. You looked beautiful in that shimmery, buttery yellow dress, eyes closed as your body moved to the beat. His eyes scanned your form from head to toe, and he gulped at the heat rising through his body.

His expression didn’t go unnoticed by his mates, who exchanged knowing looks.

Mingi nudged him, smirking. “What are you waiting for? Go say hi!”

Seonghwa shook his head, hesitating.

What if he was wrong? What if approaching you now would reopen wounds that had barely healed? What if it’s not even you?

“I’m not sure.” he muttered, taking a cautious sip of his drink.

But his friends weren’t having any of it. Wooyoung raised an eyebrow. “If you won’t go, then I will.”

“Wooyoung-ah, hold your horses. Let’s not scare her away, okay?” San said, being the gentleman of the group. “Let’s make things easier for him.” San signaled to the bartender.

As you finally made your way off the dance floor, the bartender tapped your shoulder. “Hey, the guy standing over there wants to know if you’ll give him your number.”

You followed the bartender’s gaze, your eyes landing on Seonghwa. Instantly, your heart skipped a beat. You knew that face anywhere, even after all these years. He hadn’t changed, if anything, he’d only gotten more handsome, more intense, more sexy.

But you didn’t rush over to him. Instead, you smiled to yourself, pulling out a pen and scribbling your number on a tissue. You paused, deciding to add a little message.

"Finally found you? You should’ve come over yourself."

With a cheeky grin, you handed the tissue back to the bartender. “Give him this.”

As you left the club, you glanced over your shoulder one last time. His eyes were still on you as he read the paper, but he hadn’t moved. Not yet. But you knew this was only the beginning.

After ten years. Park Seonghwa. Finally found you.

Not the worst of days then. Who was he kidding? This was the second-best day of his life, the first being the day he met you for the first time.

Panic surged through him as he saw you leaving, your figure disappearing through the exit door. Putting his drink aside, he ran. He could hear his friends cheering for him as he maneuvered through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor, finally reaching the other side of the club.

Outside, the cool night air hit him, refreshing but doing little to calm his rising anxiety. He spotted you a few blocks away, your silhouette illuminated by the streetlights, and your shimmery dress glowing in the dark.

“Hey! Y/N, wait!” he shouted, pushing himself to run faster.

You turned, surprise flickering across your face as you saw him approaching. “Seonghwa?”

He stopped a few feet away, breathing heavily but grinning. “I didn’t think you’d actually leave without letting me catch up.”

You laughed, the sound light and carefree. “You looked pretty engrossed back there. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Interrupt? Meeting you after ten years—and that too so randomly—had to be the highlight of my night,” he replied, stepping closer, emboldened by the thrill of the chase.

“Smooth talker, huh?” you teased, but your eyes sparkled with interest.

“Only when it comes to you, you look so pretty.” he said, catching your gaze. Blinking away the embarrassment of what he had just said, he focused back on you. “Y/n, I really want to talk. Can we—”

“Let’s go grab some late-night snacks, then. We can crash at my hotel room.” you suggested, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

You filled him in on all the details. How you had to move away suddenly, why you couldn’t keep in touch, and how you were finally back for a few days but planned to move here permanently in a few months. He shared everything that had been going on in his life. Ten years was not a short time, but every moment you both spent walking to the hotel felt like an eternity.

Your heart fluttered, a faint hope surging within you. Maybe he was single, maybe there was a chance he still had feelings for you like you did back then. But both of you chickened out, and no one confessed, and then you left.

As you entered your hotel room, the warmth enveloped you, contrasting sharply with the cool evening air outside. Soft lighting cast a gentle glow around the space, highlighting the plush bedding and inviting ambiance.

“Make yourself comfortable.” you said, gesturing toward the bed as you moved toward the mini-fridge tucked away in the corner. You could feel Seonghwa's gaze on you, intensifying the air around you.

You both chatted for a bit, sipping on the champagne. The bubbly liquid warmed you from the inside, loosening any anxious nerves. You settled on the bed, inviting Seonghwa to join you. He accepted, sitting close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Remember the last time we shared a drink ?” you asked teasingly, referring to the childish stuff you both had done at the age of fifteen.

“How could I forget? You challenged me to finish a whole bottle and ended up on the floor,” he chuckled, shaking his head, reminiscing about the time you had snuck a bottle of booze out of your daddy’s office.

As the laughter faded, a silence settled between you, thick with unspoken tension. Seonghwa leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and before you could think, his lips captured yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss. It felt electric, igniting the spark that had been cooled for the past ten years.

You melted into him, responding with equal intensity as the kiss deepened, your hands tangling in his hair. But just as you began to lose yourself in the moment, he pulled away, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

“Y/n,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I’ve missed this… missed you.”

With a playful glint in his eye, he reached for the bucket of ice. He grabbed a few ice cubes, holding them between his fingers as he leaned closer. With ease, he pushed you against the mattress, now on top of you. He dropped one cube at the intersection of your collarbones, and you gasped at the sudden chill while he followed the cube with his lips, all while skillfully stripping both of you of your clothes.

The ice cube melted in his hand as he rubbed it against your skin, tracing a slow, teasing path from your collarbones down to your shoulders. Each movement sent shivers through you, the contrast of the cold ice against your warm body igniting a fiery need deep within.

Seonghwa’s lips followed the ice’s trail, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses where the cube had touched, his mouth radiating heat that intensified the moment even more. He captured your lips again, the kiss deepening with a passion and urgency, as if he wanted to make up for the past ten years in this one night.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he murmured, his breath warm against your sensitive skin. You nodded, unable to form words, lost in the intoxicating pleasure as only a moan escaped your lips.

Seonghwa held the ice cube delicately between his fingers, gliding it teasingly over your navel, then inching dangerously closer to the spot where you ached for him most.

His kisses trailed lower, his lips brushing the skin between your breasts. His hot breath lingered at the swell of your breasts before he lavished attention on them, his warm mouth enveloping your right breast, fueled by the soft gasps and whimpers escaping your lips. The ice cube, still clutched in his other hand, glided down your body, trailing seductively over your stomach, teasing your senses as it drew nearer to where you craved him most.

With a torturously slow pace, he let the ice slide between your thighs, teasingly brushing against your dripping core. The cool sensation sent a shock of pleasure through you, causing you to moan softly, your back arching in response.

Seonghwa’s lips never left your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue as he expertly rubbed the ice cube against your sensitive folds. Each movement was a tantalizing mix of cold and warmth, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your entire body.

“Seonghwa…” you gasped, the sensation overwhelming as he continued to work the ice against your clit, the chill contrasting sharply with the heat building within you. “Oh God, that feels—”

“Good?” he murmured, looking up at you with an almost devilish grin, his lips still wrapped around your nipple. The sight of him, dark hair falling over his forehead, eyes locked onto yours, made your heart race with desire.

“Heavenly…” you replied, only able to get that one word out, as your brain turned to mush from the overwhelming sensations. As he picked up the pace, rubbing the ice more intensely against your slickness, your body responded to the beautiful rhythm he had set, every flick of his wrist and gentle squeeze of the ice making you moan louder as waves of pleasure coursed through you.

The sensation of the ice rubbing over your dripping cunt was intoxicating, each icy touch driving you closer to the edge. “Seonghwa, please...ahhh...don’t stop.” you begged, your voice breathless. The room was filled with the soft sounds of your moans, the gentle clinking of the ice, and the wet sounds of your arousal.

“Mmhmm..” he hummed, his voice muffled as he continued to suck on your nipple, alternating between teasing with the ice and pressing the cube deeper against your clit.

“Seonghwa! I’m...oh God, I’m s-so close!” you moaned, lost in the bliss he was creating.

With each movement, your toes curled, the sensations pushing you closer and closer to the brink. The way he worked his mouth and the ice together sent you spiraling into a blissful haze, leaving you breathless. You felt your body tighten, a wave of pleasure washing over you as you moaned his name loudly, whimpering at the beautiful release.

But was Seonghwa done with you? Heck no! He wanted more to fill the void of ten years.

Seonghwa’s lips trailed lower, leaving a burning path down your body. His warm breath ghosted over your thighs as he settled between them, his hands guiding your legs apart. The coolness of the ice cube between his fingers brought a gasp from your lips as he slowly circled the ice around your clit, sending a thrilling, almost unbearable jolt through you.

The chill against such a sensitive spot made you squirm, your hips bucking up instinctively. “Hwa...” you moaned, his name spilling from your lips in a needy whisper. He had waited ten years for this, literally!

He grinned against your thigh, clearly enjoying your reaction, before his other hand moved, fingers slipping inside you with an ease that had your breath catching in your throat. His digits curled just right, matching the rhythm of the ice against your clit.

Your moans grew louder, more urgent, as he quickened the pace, his fingers thrusting into you while the ice slowly melted, leaving a cool trail over your heated skin. The friction, the cold, the way his hand moved inside you—it all built up in waves that you could barely contain. Again!

“Come on, baby. Can I have one more?” he whispered, voice husky with desire as he kept up the seductive rhythm. His mouth finally joined the ice, his lips warm and soft as they replaced the cube, flicking your clit with his tongue in slow, sensual strokes. It sent you spiraling.

The pleasure hit you like a mix of fire and ice combined. Your toes curled, your fingers twisted in the sheets, and you cried out, lost in the intensity of the moment. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up until he had coaxed every last bit of that orgasm from you, drawing it out until your whole body trembled in blissful release.

Seonghwa didn’t waste a moment. As you lay there, body still trembling from the waves of your orgasm, he leaned down, his breath brushing your sensitive skin. His mouth hovered just above your slick folds, teasing you slowly and deliberately.

He flicked his tongue against your dripping cunt, tasting the aftermath of your release.

The sensation made you gasp, your body jolting in response. You were still so sensitive, but his tongue was impossibly gentle. And that only made the heat build again, the fire inside you reigniting quicker than you thought possible.

He licked you slowly, savoring each stroke of his tongue, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you from squirming and moving away from the overwhelming pleasure. You could feel yourself unraveling again, the wet sounds of his tongue against you mixing with your soft moans.

“Hwa,babe I-” you tried to speak, but your voice broke, lost in the incoming pleasure. He smirked against your core, clearly knowing exactly what he was doing to you. His tongue swirled, flicked, and then he sucked gently on your clit, driving you closer and closer to that edge once more.

The second orgasm hit you harder, your body arching off the bed as you cried out. His name rolled off your lips like a prayer. It was intense, overwhelming, your entire body responding to every flick of his tongue and every stroke of his hand. Your fingers found his hair, gripping tightly as he drew out your pleasure, his mouth never leaving you until he licked every drop of your sweet release.

Seonghwa finally pulled back, his lips glistening with your release as he looked up at you with that same playful grin. "This is how much I missed you," he said, causing your heart to swell. In an attempt to capture his lips, you tried getting up from the bed, only to be met by his gentle lips again halfway.

“Glad I finally found you.” you said, smiling into the kiss.

You knew he was gonna get you.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[cheezeybread]

hihi! I saw your requests were open and was wondering if you'd do head cannons with any of the first years you want (romantic expt Ortho obvi) where the reader has natural wavy/curly hair (2C/3A) and always straightens it,but one day their straighter broke and they had to go to school with their natural hair?

HECK YEAH

As a curly-haired girlie myself, this just hits different <3

𝙁𝙩: 𝘼𝙘𝙚, 𝘿𝙚𝙪𝙘𝙚, 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙊𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙤, 𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙠

I'm SoRrY I can't write Epel that well :(

𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙇𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝙔𝙎

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𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀

Literally doesn't even notice anything is different.

Maybe he'll have a feeling that something's off....but he can't quite figure out what....

You're gonna have to tell him straight-up, baby, he's about as thick in the head as they come. Ain't nothing getting in his brain.

Of course, once you tell him, Ace tries to play it off like he knew but was just waiting for YOU to be comfortable enough to share it with him.

God love him, he tries to hard to be cool.

But by golly, he absolutely LOVES this natural hair of yours now that he notices it

He's totally gonna think of reasons to drag you all over school grounds, just so everyone in the entire school can see you and your fancy-dancy hair!

Even if you tell him you don't think it's fancy-dancy, he does NOT agree and WILL keep calling it that.

The next day, when you come to classes with it straightened again, he's obviously gonna sulk about it a little bit...and after he overhears something about straightened hair losing its straight-ness when wet....he's gonna find a way to dump water on you so he can see your wavy hair again!

Which might be the wrong route, but he just loves you so much and can't get enough of your hair.

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𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄

"Ohhhh, my mom straightens her hair, too! Why not just leave it natural?"

He's well-versed with the world of hair-styling simply from his mother's own routines when she was younger.

Now that he knows your secret, he's totally gonna buy you hair supplies specifically FOR your natural hair...you know, he was just out shopping at the school store and came across this special cream that reduces frizziness, why don't you try it out??

Of course, if you tell him that you prefer to have it straightened (either for convenience, or because you're self-conscious about it), he'll do his best to support your decision, and he'll stop buying the wavy hair products.

Heck, he'll even try his hand at straightening your hair for you!

He'll burn his fingers a lot the first few tries (which he makes you "kiss the pain away". He's a bit cringe, but hey, he's your cringe), but soon enough, he'll be an expert with that sucker!

You now have a new hairstylist! Tadaaaa

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋

He's such a king, he notices right away what's up with your hair and gives you a nod of appreciation.

Jack may not be the best with words, especially not words of affection, but he's working on it for you! So expect some shy compliments of how nice you look!

You can even catch him whispering under his breath sometimes about how he "likes the look" and you should "wear it more often", but if you ask him to repeat what he said so you can hear it better, he'll get flustered and say something like "I SAID IT'S REALLY HOT OUT"

He's pretty chill about the whole thing, ngl. He doesn't try to pressure you to straighten it again nor leave it how it is, he just appreciates it whatever style it's in. The natural look, he's just considering it as a treat!

PLEASE start wearing your natural hairstyle around this poor man, because he's not going to ask you to do it, even though he reeeeeally wants you to.

Poor Jack just figures that you should do what you want- after all, it IS your hair.

Once he learns about straight + wetness = curly hair, expect some swim dates, and walks in the rain.

You've been warned

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𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

The poor little dude is trying so hard to figure out what's wrong with you at first

But then when he gets closer to you, he realizes that it's just your hair, in a different style!

He knows that people can curl their hair, straighten it, and do whatever they want to it, so why should he be so surprised?

More likely than not, he already knew your hair type was different from the straight hairstyle you wore everyday, simply from scanning you for injuries when he hangs out with you (Yes, he most definitely checks you over every time, he can't have his friend getting hurt and not do anything about it!)

Once you tell him your tale of woe regarding your hair straightener, Ortho lights up and offers to fix it for you! He also has a built-in mini hair-straightener (because he has everything else, why not!) and offers to straighten your hair right here, right now, if you want!

Truth be told, he likes any of your hairstyles, so wear whatever you want with pride!

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𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊 𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓

Yells very loudly when he first sees you: "WITCH, THEY'RE A WITCH"

But then he realizes that they're all at a school for magic-users, and that you're the only one amongst them that DOESN'T actually have magic!

So he's just very confused as to how you changed you hair so suddenly.

When you tell him about your hair straightener breaking and how this is your natural kind of hair, he immediately wants to see the straightener.

He's so awestruck by this little device that's an over-glorified piece of hot iron.

"I WILL TAKE THIS MACHINE UNDER MY CHARGE", he loudly exclaims, taking your hair straightener and rushing back to the Diasomnia house.

He'll definitely get someone in Ignihyde to fix it (Or, rather, he'll get Lilia to go in his stead to get someone to fix it, but once it's all nice and working again, he's gonna use that sucker until it breaks again!

Everyone in Diasomnia walks around with badly-straightened hair. Half of the dorm member's hair is already straight, so Sebek tried to make it even STRAIGHTER.....there's a thick hair-burnt smell hanging around the dorm.

But yeah, you're not getting your straightener back after that. Besides, Sebek likes your wavy hair! It matches your personality a lot more, in his opinion ;)

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[weirdsht]

Can I Really? - Kim Rok Soo/Reader pt. 1

notes: this was suppose to just be a oneshot but when i started writing it i felt that making it a twoshot was more fitting

tags: female reader, angst, blood, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (Kim Rok Soo's life back on earth)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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Love is something Kim Rok Soo never had the time for. Something he considered a hindrance.

Something he doesn’t deserve.

If he deserved it then why did his parents die leaving him behind? Why did his uncle abuse him? Why did the world turn into ruin when he was getting a semblance of independence?

Those were just a few of the many reasons why Rok Soo does not meddle in the topic of love.

But that doesn’t stop love from coming into his life.

Just when Kim Rok Soo thought all hope was lost, he met his two brothers; Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo. He joined them and the company they work for. Together, all three of them live together, laugh together, cry together…

Aside from them, there was another person he met in the company. 

_____, the most beautiful person Kim Rok Soo has ever laid his eyes on if he must say so himself.

Not just from her looks, but from her demeanour and characteristics as well. Kim Rok Soo found it all to be beautiful.

She was kind to everyone but not a pushover. She knows how to set boundaries and knows how to uphold herself. She possesses many qualities that Rok Soo admires.

And before he knew it, he had fallen.

He fell for her smile, for the corny jokes she would tell. Fell for the way she fought on the battlefield.

He fell, and he fell hard.

Some nights Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk would tease him for it. They would tell the man to just man up and confess.

“Come on dongsaeng! Just confess to _____! You never know you might have a chance with her.”

“Shut up, and again why am I the dongsaeng when we’re the same age?”

Kim Rok Soo still does not dabble in love.

How could he when they live in this ruined world? Sure he sees other people start families. But that’s not his style. He doesn’t dare to try and reach out for something he does not deserve.

So he settles on watching, observing. Appreciating his loved one from a distance.

Tease him all they want but he will never make a move. He didn’t care if he had a chance or not. If he can watch _____ from a distance then his more than happy already.

Watch he did. Every chance he gets he admires _____. Talks to her from time to time. They were even something you can consider friends. However, that’s where he draws the line. He suppresses his desire and tells himself that this is enough.

And for a while, it was indeed enough.

Kim Rok Soo feels as though his week has been made whenever she smiles. Feels a kind of warmth in his chest he had never felt before whenever she talks. Heck, even the mere sight of her back whenever they were on the battlefield was enough to motivate him.

Then everything stopped.

His world was stopped and snatched right before his eyes.

All because of an unranked monster.

Choi Jung Soo…

Lee Soo Hyuk…

His two hyungs have died.  He never even got to properly call them hyung at least once.

Then _____…

She was in his arms when it happened. He had also received her last words.

“I hope you find someone that can make you happy…”

Was what she said as her bloody hands caressed his cheeks.

But how could he? How could someone like him find happiness?

That’s impossible

Especially now that his brothers are gone. 

Now that she’s gone.

How could he when every time he tries to open his heart the world proves to him that he isn’t deserving of love?

Just how?

Please tell him as he can’t understand. 

Please come back to teach him.

He promises this time he’ll open his heart faster. He’ll make a move to progress the love blooming in his chest. He’ll give in to his brother’s antics and maybe even call them “hyung” from time to time. He’ll try to get closer to _____ despite him being a coward.

So please come back and show him how.

Please open your eyes and reassure him once more how it’s okay to love.

[goldenmeat]

A bit of a longer story, but I had some fun with this one haha. Prompt inspirationby @bigwishes

You had a wish. One simple wish. To be bigger and beefier than anyone else. Unfortunately, your body can't seem to keep up. You've been going to the gym since new years, being a consistent as you can, curating your diet as best as your budget allowed, yet even after almost half a year, you've only gained maybe five pounds of...well you can't even be sure it's all muscle.

You sigh deeply as you wait for the train. Your apartment is about three stops away, and usually, it's a peaceful ride. But today, there's an annoying number of people here, chatting, playing loud music, dressing up... you wondered if there was a convention or concert happening today.

The train arrives, and everyone packs in, diving each other in just to fit. You squeeze in last, huddled against the door by the time they close and the train gets moving. You hadn't showered yet, so you're already a little self-conscious about how you smell, given the looks you seemed to be getting. Hopefully this ride goes by quickly.

You suddenly get a text message. You fish around your pocket and pull it up your phone. It's from a number you don't recognize. Reading it definitely made you raise an eyebrow.

"Through the eyes of those around, your desires manifest. Once agreed, this promise bound, please reply, with no or yes."

What the fuck was this? A riddle? A prank? Some new scam tactic? You scoffed as you start to block the number. But before you follow through, you pause. "My desires manifest." Being bigger, being a muscle brute, you wanted nothing more than to be so swole, no one could ignore you. You stare at the text message again, this time with serious consideration.

You shrug your shoulders. Thinking too hard about it wasn't your style. You'd reply yes, and at worst, nothing happens. You send the reply, "YES", and put your phone back in your pocket, closing your eyes as you lean against the train door.

A few minutes pass, and the overhead voice announces your arrival at the next station. You open your eyes and yawn, raising your arm over your head. This causes quite the reaction from those around you.

"Ew! What the hell!" A blonde woman clenches her nose as the doors open, allowing her to escape from you. "Ugh! This is why I hate the city..." You hear her mumbling to herself as she and a number of people walk out of the train. You wonder what the heck has her so flustered when you smell it yourself. A strong, musky odor that even catches you by surprise. You look around to see where it's coming from when you notice the glances of disgust and unease seem to all be directed towards you. You look down and immediately notice something's off.

You're much more muscular than you were previously. Your pecs are thick and defined, your shoulders and arms have mass that finally hides your bony frame, and those legs! Defined quads with a hint of veinyness. You're not sure when or how, but you've now got the body of your dreams! Maybe a little smelly, but nothing a good shower couldn't fix. There's also pressure in your stomach for some reason, but that didn't bother you much. You were too distracted by the looks of the people around you, both good and bad. You already saw the faces of disgust, but you're also seeing people looking longingly, almost salaciously at you. You could definitely get used to this.

Unfortunately, before the doors could close, a few more people squeezed in, making it a little more uncomfortable than before. Things were already pretty tight when you were just average sized, but your new hunky body actually means you're pressed up even more against a lot of bystanders.

'Two more stops and you're home free', you think to yourself. You needed some private time to really appreciate your new body after all. And to shower. Your BO really is quite pungent. It's attracting quite the attention. The more time passes, the worse it's getting it seems. Not just the stares, but the smell as well. And is it getting hotter? What was happening?

It wasn't long until you realized that your growth wasn't over. Your body was getting thicker, bulkier, and all your efforts to compact yourself were useless. You could feel your muscular body press up against everyone around you. They tell you to quit shoving, or that you're taking up too much space. You apologize, but can't seem to stop whatever was happening to you, shame welling in your gut.

Turns out, it wasn't shame in your gut, as you accidentally let out a horrific belch, just in time for the doors to open and let out more horrified passengers, complaining about you all the while. More passengers come in to replace the ones who just left, and you apologize between burps as they stuff themselves against your musky body just to fit.

Unfortunately for you, things only escalated. Your body was now ballooning is mass, your pecs becoming large shelves of flesh, stretching out your tank top. Your arms are massive cords of muscle, with a back so wide you might have struggled against the door should you exit. Your legs also push each other out, forcing a wider stance than you mean to in this already cramped environment.

Your body rubbing up against so many people also making things difficult. For whatever reason, your body was becoming more sensitive in proportion to your size. It felt...good...being squeezed and surrounded like this. Like everyone was forced to appreciate your body. That they had to experience how strong and masculine you were, whether they liked it or not.

And then the unthinkable happened. Someone in front of you really seemed to like what was happening. You looked down at the twink in front of you, eyes half lidded and mischievously grinning. His hands got a hold of your crotch, softly and expertly rubbing up and down. You almost raise your voice to get him to stop. But what comes out instead is a burp and a deep groaning.

His left hand strokes your torso, feeling up your hard abs and rubbing your still growing pecs. Your dick hardens quickly and peaks out over your shorts. Thankfully the twink seems to be blocking the view of your raging hard on to everyone else as he continues to tease you.

Long minutes pass as you moan quietly. The other passengers around you tell you to give them some room, or shove against you, with some others feeling up your tremendous backside and tree trunk legs. The attention is overwhelming, leading you to your peak much quicker than you were expecting. You wanted to hold back. You couldn't cum here in front of everyone, and yet you didn't have the willpower to stop the man in front of you from beating you off either.

The overhead voice was announcing they would be arriving at their next stop shortly. You hold your breath. You just needed to hold out just a little longer. But it couldn't be stopped. Your balls twitch and churn, as your dick pulses.

It all happens in a dreamlike instant. You see the train doors open. Just before your orgasm, you feel someone pull down your underwear and tight shorts in a flash. The hand beating you off pulls you violently, and a second hand shoves you out. You barely maintain your balance as you yelp. You then see it all in an instant; the shocked reactions, curious and engrossed glances. Everyone in the train and out now staring at you and your naked, muscular body.

The shame, lust, and excitement hit you at mach speed as an uncontrollable orgasm rips through your entire being. Your muscles contract beautifully as you roar through your orgasm. You hear shocked cries and swearing. Cheers and hollers of approval. You see people pulling out phones, leering in both lust and revulsion.

It was all so hot.

Your orgasm lasts for almost a whole minute as you dump your milky white cum on the concrete before you. You eventually calm down as you struggle to bring yourself back to lucidity. Suddenly however, you feel yourself tripping, as you feel your shorts and underwear torn from your legs. You look back in horror as you see two teenagers, laughing at you with middle fingers raised as the train door shuts. You get up and pound on the door, as the teens hysterically laugh at you from the safety of the train window as the train quickly accelerates away.

You can only look back, face beet red at the public whispering amongst each other, phones still recording the whole incident. Your apartment was a whole twenty minute walk away, ten if you ran.

It would be your most shameful run back home, with your dick hard as steel the whole way.

[skywalkr-nberrie]

I love how we Anidala/Padmé fans always come to back up against that stupid claim that 14yo old Padmé should’ve chosen OW (🤮) just be cause he has Ewan’s face, saying how at the time she was a kid queen concerned with her planet, and didn’t care to flirt with grown men, and that she didn’t even interact with him, all the stuff (which are correct) but I think we forget the most important factor and it’s that Padmé whom at the time was only 14, simply wasn’t at all attracted to OW… she’s a whole kid herself, she’s not going to be attracted to a whole grown man. Heck, she isn’t even attracted to him in her grown age 😂 she highly dislikes his mullet hair (AOTC look) and she begs Anakin not to grow it out that way when he teases her of it in the Brotherhood novel. And these people wanted this woman to be attracted to him when she was only a kid?? He probably looked like an old man from her perspective at that time.

Padmé isn’t a cardboard cutout anyone can self insert into. She’s a character with her own unique personality, interests, preferences, and style. She’s meant to be taken in, analyzed, loved, understood, related to, and appreciated. Not projected inside. Padmé isn’t YOU. She doesn’t exist to be someone’s cookie cutter. Don’t compare yourself falling in love with a celebrity/movie star you saw on screen as a 14yo to a 14yo character who’s only meeting a normal 25 yo grown man in her story. The two aren’t the same, and you’re projecting if you think it’s more realistic for her to like him, simply because you had a celebrity crush on that actor. Normal 14 yo girls don’t actually crush after normal 25 yo men in their vicinity, and if you genuinely think this is true, you obviously haven’t been around enough preteen girls to have a valid opinion on them. (and again, I’m not counting having crushes on celebrities.)

[necromosss]

I’ve followed you since 2020, through SWTOR and D&D and BG3. The imp trio are some of my favorite original characters by any creator. Your art style absolutely captivates me, and I love your sense of humor. I’ve really admired you as an artist and thought you were generally wonderful.

So seeing that you’ve been posting about Harry Potter up to the year 2023 absolutely breaks my heart. I know that you don’t owe your followers transparency about what other media you engage with, and that you’ve attempted to distance yourself from the franchise. But on the other hand, as a transgender person, I feel deeply torn. I genuinely want to keep following you, but the fact that you can still give any time or attention to that media and the person behind it just makes me feel awful.

I know that leaving behind a character you’ve invested years in wouldn’t be easy. But I really, sincerely hope that someday it will no longer be worth it. No matter how much you love a character, they’re not real, and the harm Rowling is doing with the platform you’ve helped give her is very real.

Hello anon, Thank you so much for voicing your thoughts out. I really appreciate you doing this and I understand your concerns and disappointment. You have ALL the rights to be disappointed! But please hear me out on this one (it is absolutely ok too if you dont!):

I absolutely, 100% in utter disdain about the fandom and that person. Heck, they supported the blue-white flag and i have zero tolerance for that (Palestine WILL be free). To say all love that I hade for the franchise died. (A lot of it was inconsistent and fucking awful anyway.)

and as you said; my characters are fictional, and in that regard what I did was to make a whole new worldbuilding of myself. And places my old OCs in there. (I hate the thought of using the old fandom, I really do. We are hating the same thing here). Was my world inspired by the 'original' world building? Yes. But does that mean I support them? Heck no. If anything, It is under my SPITE that want to STEAL the good ideas from there and make it my own. To my eyes they have lost the entireity of those rights and I will steal it for me and my friends. and mark my words and emphasize with the utter hatred: I WILL TWIST it to the thing that THAT person HATE THE MOST.

If you're curious, I have an entire world made to scratch. The only thing that is similar are just the 'houses' (which is to my knowledge, is a common thing in UK schools, but correct me if im wrong)

So fuck JKR really. I want them to go to the ground and to the bloody dust. Me and my friends in this RP are also sharing the same thoughts in this matter. We spite them, and we want just want to rip the good things out of their bloody, rotting hands.

But regardless if you want to leave or not, it really is up to you. I have no rights to keep you around, and you 100% SHOULD prioritize your own comfort first. Thank you anon, and I really appreciate your support of all this years 💖

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Oh and before anyone asks "Why dont you make an entierly different setting" Oh but I do! I have tons of world buildings, one of my pride and joy is KLIEVERDE UNIVERSITY where you can literally check the world here:

Mysthaven is placed in THE SAME worldbuilding as KU does. Just different campus, different aesthetics. There are other tons of other campuses in that worldbuilding too, so its not just one RP, really. (i try to make do! >.<)

[jessi4fanfics]

~Our New King~ (A Short Broppy Story)❤

I think you know what it's about already 😉

Branch stood at the base of the mushroom and laced back and forth.

He was worried. No, he was way more than worried. He couldn't think of a word to completely describe his insane emotions at the moment.

Branch was in a long leaf cape, a blue tux, and black pants. But his costume wasn't completed. Not yet.

Was he ready to complete his costume? This was an honest question. Did he want to go on with this decision. He didn't have to.

It wasn't that Branch didn't want to. He just didn't think it was something he would excel at. Heck, instead of being a help to Poppy, he might be a burden.

Was he ready to possibly become one of he didn't do this right?

"Ah, there's the future king!" A chuckle came from behind him, and he turned.

It was his brothers and Queen Barb of the Rock Trolls.

"It's about time you both got married, by gosh!" Barb scoffed. "And it'll be actually official after this coronation." 

"It's already official, Barb," Branch shrugged. "I just-- need to accept the extra duties that come with marrying the love of my life, that's all."

 Floyd smiled. "You make it sound like you want it to sound easy."

 Branch gave a nervous laugh.

 "Well, I've been waiting for you guys to tie the knot for years!!" Barb groaned.

 "I'm sorry we didn't go with your exact schedule, Barb," Branch replied sarcastically.

"I appreciate the apology," Barb smiled.

"Hey. You doing alright?" John Dory asked, nudging his baby bro.

"Yeah." Branch took a deep breath. "I think so."

"You are never gonna regret this decision, Bitty B," Bruce told him. "I know it."

Clay chuckled. "I'm just glad you're becoming king instead of me--"

 "Shut up!" The other brothers shouted at him.

Clay smirked and shrugged, and Branch rolled his eyes.

He knew he wouldn't regret the marriage part, but what about the crown part of it.

 "Where's my husband?!!" a sweet voice sang.

 Branch gave a sigh of relief as his new wife appeared and rushed to hug him.

 "Oh, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Branch breathed, smiling at her.

 "You look amazing, Branch!" Poppy giggled giddily. "But I have an accessory that will definitely improve those amazing looks of yours."

She pulled out a case and took a green crown with some brown leaves stuck to a green base at the bottom as well, and showed it to him.

 "What do you think? I wanted it to match your style a bit..." She seemed unsure.

 Branch smiled. "I love it. Thanks, Poppy."

She smiled happily again. Then she frowned. "You're stressed. Oh, Branch..."

 Branch waved it off. "I'm about to become king. Of course I have stress. Not that big of a deal."

 She watched him carefully. "Branch, honey, you don't have to do this. I can call of the coronation with one word, I promise. You don't need to become king to marry me if you don't want to."

 "But I-" he groaned, confused. He leaned towards her and said, "I want to. I'm just....nervous. I might mess it up. I don't want to disappoint you and the village. "

Poppy smiled again. "Branch... You are everything I could ever want in a husband. And everything the village could want a king. You love us all and take such good care of us. You are brave, sweet, and wonderful, and I love you. So so much." She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. "You will make an amazing king."

 "You're sure?"

 "I'm sure. You don't have to-"

His brothers grinned at him as Branch shook his head.

 "No. No, I am going to do it. I trust your judgement." He pecked her cheek.

 "Good."  She beamed. "Because the ceremony starts now."

 Branch didn't know how he got up to the platform. He didn't know how long he stood there, listening to his wife's speech, and other people's as well.

All he knew was that all at once, Poppy grabbed his right hand and reached up with one hand and placed the crown on his head gently.

She kissed his nose and smiled sweetly at him, her whole face exploding with pride.

Branch grinned back. It was happening.

She lifted up his left hand now and he faced the crowd. In a loud voice she announced, "Branch, Our New King!"

 The cheers and hollers of happiness, especially from their families, could be heard from miles away. But Branch leaned in to kiss his wife, his Queen, and Poppy happily accepted.

The king of her country, but also the king of her heart.

This was what she had waited for and wanted ever since he said those words, "I love you, Queen Poppy."

 Branch himself had told her in general that wishing for stuff was useless.

Yet, here they were.

It was a short one, sorry! Wanted to go to bed, hahaha! Love y'all!❤

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC EPILOGUE

One last...One last review...before...*gasp for air*...it all fall into the pit of daily pass...*dramatically fall into the ground*

ALL THOSE CHAPTERS. Those were some damn rollercoasters. And yet with everything we've been through, we're finally here...

Let's get right into it

JACK FINALLY REUNITING WITH LEELATHAE!! Relationship goal fr <3 This whole Leelathae portrait stuff is actually making me curious about some things. For instance like, does Leelathe still sleep? I mean, she's pretty much a spirit now, right? Does she still do daily human acitivities, or does she roam around the castle all day?

It's awesome to see what the pastel siblings are doing now! :D

First of all, Lorena definitely deserve that A+++++. No questions asked. Hopefully this can make up for her whole grade, considering she said she has never gotten an A in her entire life XD

I love how Maria is becoming really ambitious towards her dream!

And Gwen bonding with her mom's side of the family <3 That is simply so sweet. It looks like Jamie love those food XD I wonder what are the recipes for those dishes.

Also pretty curious what those little beads are! I assume they are berries?

Jamie and Leopold creating lots of paintings so Leelathae can venture around!! Since Leelathae can also visit dreams, do you think she visits each of her children's dream every night?

Old guard name reveal HECK YEAH!! I've been waiting for that. So happy he got all those recognitions and promotion!!

And Becket getting demoted lmaoo

Is it rude for me to say that with what Beckett did before the invasion (ignore Frederick), and how he immediately decided to confess to Maria without any consideration for the room, he kindaa had it coming? xd I get that he was excited but don't just do that man.

Just wanted to say I absolutely love Lorena's outfit in this panel! Between all of the pastel siblings, her fashion style has always been my favorite. VOTE QUEEN LORENA WOOOOO!!!!

Everyone's getting their appreciations like they deserve!! I'm happy for everyone.

FREDERICK FINALLY GETTING THE RECOGNITION, THE APPRECIATION, AND THE PROUDNESS HE DESERVE!! I'M SO PROUD OF HIM EVERYONE LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THE BOY.

The Cursed Princess Club!! Everyone may have a hard time accepting them at first but they always have their family and friends' back <3 Love how Tori is just "CLAP YOU HEATHENS" Lmao XD

Also the fact that Whitney is just standing there so awkwardly :') he looks like the standing emoji.

Welp, out of the town and to the prison we go~

Leland not getting any visitors in the prison is honestly a really good punishment; a painful one too. How we see in the last chapters about how he realized that Jack actually love him and he has a breakdown, Isolde's speech to him about what else could he possible want, realizing that this whole time he has had everything. And now he's rotting in jail losing everything he once had. All because of envy and hatred. Just because he wasn't satisfied until he could see the man he once love the most suffer. Emotionally, that's really fucking painful.

Out of the prison we go~

So, Pizza exist in the CPC universe? XD That's not supposed to be surprising but I was taken aback for some reason. I guess CPC is set after the 18th century, then!

I can imagine it already. With Suzie moving to the Pastel Kingdom, Lorena will definitely hang out with her almost everyday. Them sparring and eating at a cafe in their free time <3 Sometimes Lance would join too :] They would share notes!!

FINALLY THEY STOLE THE PORTRAIT BACK!! I wonder where they will hang it up? Maybe at the Cpc? Or at the Pastel Palace?

Jack declaring the cpc's forest as a protected place is so damn awesome like, he cares about his daughter's friends!! ALSO THE SPIDER TALKING ABOUT NEWEST MEMBER?? I wonder who...

This panel is everything for me.

BENEDICT IS SO DAMN DEVOTED WHAT??? BRO He tricked the sea cucumber to curse him so he can find his lover!!! (This sounds so confusing out of context lmao) TRUE RELATIONSHIP GOAL.

BLAQUELYN LOOKS SO PRETTY???? I LOVE HER FASHION STYLE SO MUCH!! She rocks that outfit fr!! But Greyden 💀 Deep down I'm still wondering how very little of his hair could make a whole damn coat..

GUYS. GUYS IT'S HAPPENING. EVERYBODY STAY CALM

NELL AND JOLIE WEDDING LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO

Holy shit. First of all another point about the outfits cause I loveee observing everyone's outfit!! Their wedding dress is absolutely!! Pretty!!! The details Lambcat put is amazing. I can see that Jolie's wearing high heels, so can we assume she and Nell has the same height? Absolutely adore how Jolie's dress has ruffles look while Nell's more silky!!

The wedding's decoration is totally magical too!! It looks so majestic and angelic.

Celso and Aurelia is a couple I would never expect but honestly? I'm not complaining. Imagine their date is them sitting at a cafe right at the window seats, watching people outside while roasting each one of them <3 Dream date fr

I do hope it's true love though because if not, R.I.P Celso XD

Holy shit.. EVERYONE PLEASE, ALLOW ME TO MAKE YET ANOTHER FASHION REVIEW. BECAUSE GOODNESS GRACIOUS THIS DRESS IS MAKING ME SWOON. OKAY DAMN YOU GO MARIA YOU GO. First of all the blue fabric looks so metallic, I love that!! The light blue glittery ruffles with little pearls on its edges are also gorgeous. I love the lace necklace complimenting the dress and especially, I fricking love the blue transculent fabric on her arms!!! She looks so graceful.

She got noticed by her idol!!! That is so dang amazing. How she looks in the album cover is also just, woah.

Blaine buddy you cannot just do that. You cannot just. No. Please I'm begging you, reunite with your family. You can go on ahead with your self discovery journey, of course! But at least visit them once or twice :') Your mom is real worried about you, man...

I hope there's going to be a spin off or something about Blaine's journey...

NEW CPC HEADQUARTER??? HECK YEAH!!

Monika opening her jewelry store and achieving her dream!! So proud of her :D and Gwen opening her own bakery!!

Unfortunately I've run out of picture space...

Gwen can finally see her own reflection I am so proud of her :') She love herself!!

Goodness...Leelathae's letter... I need a moment to sob.

I fricking love the message this webtoon gives, man. It's just so damn wholesome and important. Beauty is on the inside. It's a simple message but damn it really is important to understand that message!!

Gwen is wearing braids Y'ALL 😭😭 SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL

Okay, I'm wondering about something here! In the panel where the pastel family are having breakfast together, we can see Leelathae eating pancakes in her portrait too! Does this mean she can eat? Can food be transported to portraits? Or did Leopold paint a pancake or smth XD

THE LAST. FUCKING PANEL.

Gwen and Frederick holding hands in front of the CPC building while being surrounded by sunflowers which once scare Frederick but now he looks so happy and in peace. I'm so glad everyone each got their deserved ending :')

Well, I suppose this is the last review, then. That's kind of sad, to be honest. But I've loved writing each of my reviews, and I want to say thank you to people who have interracted with them. I always love hearing y'all's thought and theories!! Maybe one day I'll find a new webtoon series which I can write these reviews on!! But for now, this shall be the last cpc review I write!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

[mspandorasart]

Thoughts about Undertale Yellow

Greetings, I just returned from binging through Undertale Yellow, True Pacifist Route specifically, and am seeking a place to let out some thoughts (and steam). It's the first time I'm doing this type of "review" on my blog, but since my thoughts on it are quite strong, I thought, "hey, why the heck not"? Spoilers for the game and its ending ahead, fellas. Buckle up.

First off, let me begin by stating that, for the most part, I had a blast playing through it. The music is amazing, the boss themes real bangers, the environmental ones great as well. My favorite track was the OST that played in the Dunes: a really catchy western vibe with Flowey's theme in it as well, an earworm that filled me with Determination while running through the sandy fields. Then we have a beautiful pixel art style, gorgeous sceneries, great gameplay with challenging and fun boss fights (side note: although I couldn't fully appreciate Ceroba's fight since it had a couple pretty much unavoidable attacks. Or is it just skill issue on my part? Anyway, that part annoyed me more than it should have. Moving on, lmao.)

Furthermore, the game also has charming characters! They are the ones that kept me going and really ignited my interest. Not gonna lie, it took me until the town in the Dunes to become really invested in the game. Martlet is charming and cute, sure, but North Star and his gang, no, that guy specifically sold it for me. Charismatic, funny, very expressive sprites (well, all facial sprites are quite colorful, but it took me until North Star to appreciate/notice just how many there are for each character) and an interesting internal conflict with wanting to entertain others so they forget about the pain of being stuck underground, but at the same time being so absorbed in his persona that he temporarily acts like a douche towards his pals and forgets who he truly is. He also features my favorite joke in the game when he proudly proposes to the salesman that "he wants to buy a gun for the child". Freaking hilarious, love him, huehehue.

Story-wise, I was pleasantly surprised and taken aback by the dark twists of Ceroba and her husband Chujin. And I appreciated how the flashbacks got intigrated within her final boss fight. I don't know about you, but my biggest motivation to play RPGs are not just the gameplay, it's mainly the characters and the story. If the gameplay is amazing but the characters/plot boring, then I lose interest quickly. To me, the real rewards of a tough battle are story progression and seeing just what the characters will do next. Therefore, I greatly enjoyed the breaks between Ceroba's phases in which we saw parts of her backstory. They even made me cry!

...Although, to be honest, I don't exactly understand why we had that insight into her mind in the first place. Why did we survive so many hits to the point of 0.00001 HP? Where's that coming from all of a sudden? Why did time stop at some point like Za Warudo? Maybe that random plot armor (that happened the first time and never again) is explained in another route, but anyway, moving on-

This review-style blog entry only exists because of the True Pacifist ending. I'll be blunt, I hate it. Why?

So it ends with Clover sacrificing their soul for the monsters so they can eventually break free. Which is fine on its own. Clover is for the most part a blank slate of a character, only driven by their desire to seek the lost humans, that's basically it. Maybe it would have made a bit more sense for Clover to see an actual physical proof of their demise before they give up on them completely, but eh. I'm also wondering whether they are really okay with potentially another, possibly innocent human falling down sometime in the future only to get killed by the monsters. But oh well.

(You know, now that I think about it, I actually am a bit salty about Clover's decision to sacrifice themselves, lmao. Would've been kinda cool if it was up to the player, have another ending split.)

Anyways, the issue I'm having is how our cast of supporting characters, Martlet, North Star aka Starlo and Ceroba react to Clover's decision. They are shocked first, but... agree surprisingly quickly?? What?? Excuse me, the entire hassle we went through to get to this point was to stop Ceroba from taking Clover's soul. Now with Clover volunteering to sacrifice themselves, the gang is cool with it??

Of course they don't agree immediately, but are easily swayed within a few arguments back and forth. Man, what friends you are, guys. The reason I'm having this pet peeve in the first place is because we as the human, who has known these guys for just a day, did a lot for them, alright? They all tried to kill us at one point, but we took the beating, the hard battles, forgave them and were there for them during their internal conflicts. We were a pretty decent friend, if I may say so.

Especially with Ceroba! We did a lot to change her mind and path of self-destruction! Yet our so-called friends don't put in the same amount of effort when it comes to convincing us otherwise- or heck, use force if you must- get Clover away from there, lmao. Wouldn't it have been an interesting act of redemption on Ceroba's part, by the way, if she tried to stop us? Being touched by our mercy and refusal to give up on her, she does the same for us?

I suppose the reason I am so baffled by all this is because of Clover being a blank slate, the player character really felt like me, like I was going through the journey and not like I was controlling another character. It felt like my decision to spare them all, to talk to them and wanting to get to know them better. So the group of characters I have really grown to like giving up on me within about a minute of back-and-forth just felt... wow. Thanks, guys.

If I compare it to Undertale's True Pacifist in which every important supporting character gathers up after the confrontation with Asgore, all agreeing with the decision of me, the player, staying in the Underground with them, then oh boy, it really stings. Just would've been a cool, wholesome sign of friendship if Martlet, Starlo and Ceroba decided that "nah, even for the surface, we won't give up on Clover". By the way, in this game, we don't even really get to see why the monsters want to return to the surface so badly. They keep saying they want to, but what are the reasons exactly? More freedom, I suppose. Yet by expanding the Underground with the Dunes, the Mines, the Factory, and some of Snowdin, the Ruins and New Home, their habitat seemed so much larger than in the OG game- What I wanna say is, their desperation should've been shown way more instead of told, so the player can understand the monsters' aspiration better.

The thing is, it's a shockingly easy issue to fix if you really want "the canon ending" with Clover ending up dead and their soul taken: have Clover still have their moment of doubt and realization, remembering what the monsters told them throughout their journey. Then they go to Asgore with their gang, hoping to convince him. It doesn't work out, so Asgore starts a fight. During the battle, Clover realizes it's useless to fight back, it's better to have their soul taken for the monsters, so they allow Asgore to kill them. Their friends are not powerful enough to stop him. There ya have it.

Siiiiigh. Is it just me, being annoyed by that ending? As a whole, the finale felt a little... rushed? Was New Home always meant to be so empty? Is it to build up atmosphere? Yet there were two silly NPCs in the first screen of New Home, making me assume that maybe, there was another plan originally? (If it has been stated in a devlog or any other comment by the creators, then I apologize, I haven't read those fully.)

Anyways, if I didn't care about the game, this rant wouldn't even exist in the first place. I was really invested in the game until the ending just left me... kinda sad, not gonna lie. It will take me a while to process it all.

If you got this far, then thanks for reading. Am I the only one feeling this miffed about the ending? I might go back and edit this post if I find out there are things to be corrected. Buuuut as of now, happy holidays!

[felixstudios]

yes i want touch starved manager hcs! comfort hcs for me. also some of them have gotta be canonically touch starved

Random Corporate Clash Headcanons, Touch Starved Edition

Now with COLORS! Let me know if you guys like this style to help differentiate the manager HCs at a glance when scrolling.

Duck Shuffler

🎰He just finds a random toon and hugs them out of nowhere

🎰"Thankth! That wath tho neetheth!!!"

🎰He spins his slots and laughs maniacally, still with the confused toon watching

🎰He rigged his own slots to give them jellybeans as a thanks. Then he leaves

Prethinker

🧠He hides out in his basement like he always does

🧠I HC that he's secretly already touch starved and there's no way he'd actually admit to it

🧠If you try to tell him that he is? He scoffs at you and says that someone as smart as him doesn't feel such things

🧠If you do so much as tap his shoulder to get his attention, he gets SUPER awkward about it and doesn't know how to process what just happened

Derrick Man

🛢️He tries to satisfy his needs with handshakes with his buddies, maybe the odd fist bump {never initiated by him but he secretly likes them}

🛢️Would never admit he's touch starved

🛢️Well, unless you asked him and he REALLY trusted you. Then he might be vulnerable enough to say so

🛢️If you hugged him, he'd hesitate for like 10 seconds before hugging you back

Deep Diver

🫧She only admits it to her closest friends

🫧Gets support and many hugs from them since he has very deep, close bonds with anyone he's friends with but especially his closest few

🫧She doesn't really get touch starved, though. She ends up giving out and getting a lot of hugs and pats to her friends just through normal interactions

🫧Maybe it's because he's secretly quite affectionate?

Rainmaker

⛈️She will cry a tad bit when she thinks she's alone

⛈️Might ask someone close to her for a high five, then apologize profusely for being too pushy

⛈️If you hug her, the weather will suddenly get very sunny

⛈️Would never admit to a stranger what the problem was

Land Acquisition Architect

🚦Would ask his friends for some handshakes, fist bumps, and even side hugs

🚦Ain't nobody got no time for them there silly 'touch starvation' feelings! He's gettin' rid of 'em ASAP

🚦He actually doesn't really want a full hug and I can't explain this HC. I just have it

🚦He's a bit of a goober though so he wouldn't mind it though, especially if he was touch starved

Gatekeeper

⚔️Someone like HOLLY getting touch starved?

⚔️Like heck she's ever gonna admit it!

⚔️She's been touched starved for a while, she'll cope in her own ways without telling anyone because someone as perfect as her doesn't get feelings like that

⚔️If you show her any amount of affection, she will scoff and tell you to remove thine filthy hands at once! ...But a part of her will be sad.

Witch Hunter

🔱He doesn't tell anyone

🔱Nobody's alloved to talk to him

🔱Nobody's allowed to touch him

🔱He will stay alone. By himself.

Public Relations Representative

🧱He's always touch starved

🧱Will try to get affection/attention from toons by asking things like if they wanna get some oil together, play games with him, ETC.

🧱Any amount of affection is welcome from anyone!

🧱He might accidentally glitch into you temporarily and, well... it's painful

Bellringer

🔔At first he tries to just ignore his feelings and wait for them to pass

🔔When they continue, he tries to charm some of his friends into giving him a hug or something

🔔 Wouldn't ever directly ask for what he needs, he'd just play the long con social game with people

🔔For someone who's usually so loud, he seems a bit embarrassed about this one

Multislacker

🥪Too lazy to really do anything about it

🥪Just gets a little more quiet and reserved

🥪If anyone asks him what's wrong, he'll either grumble or shrug because he's too lazy and embarrassed to explain it

🥪Hug him. Do it. He'll be a little confused but say thank you and genuinely appreciate it

Mouthpiece

☎️Asks her grandkids for hugs

☎️Makes a few more sweets than usual and knits a few more scarves and sweaters than usual to give out as gifts

☎️Toon or Cog, any affection is welcome

☎️She's just a sweet grandma who loves giving and receiving affection

Major Player

🎹Anyone's ready to come to the stage to dance with Dave, babe!

🎹...That was an invitation for you to dance with him. Do it. He will literally take your hands and dance with you

🎹Might add some stage flair if there's an audience and be a little extra flirty

🎹At the end of the show he'll do a slow dance even though that's not really his style. For stage flair, of course. Not because he's touch starved

Firestarter

🔥Hesitantly asks Graham for affection

🔥He will proceed to be SHOWERED with love and affection for the next several hours

🔥On the rare occasion he needs some platonic love from a friend... he just doesn't admit it LOL

🔥You might wanna hug him sometimes, though

Plutocrat

🌑Yeahhhh.... no. I actually genuinely don't really see this guy getting touch starved

🌑If he does, it's buried so deep even Cosmo himself doesn't realize it

🌑His heart is just as frozen solid as his office, there's no way

🌑Well, IDK, maybe? But if you even got close enough to touch him he'd probably have one of his satellite investors deal with you

Treekiller

🪵Someone like HIM getting touch starved? He'd never admit to it

🪵He might eventually confide in Chip, but he wouldn't even ask him for help. He'd just want his buddy to lend an ear for a bit

🪵Try to give him even a handshake? He'll bark so loud at'cha that you'll be runnin' back to the playground!

🪵Eventually, Spruce will realize he needs to cut these feelings out of his life and asks Chip for help

Chainsaw Consultant

🪚Everyone already knows he's super touch starved, right? Well, if you didn't I'm like 99% sure that's basically canon

🪚He just pushes everyone away though since he's so worried about his override

🪚If you insist and give him affection, he'll get really quiet before muttering a thank you

🪚He needs a hug

Featherbedder

💤He'll probably say he's just tired and needs a nap to feel better

💤Even after a few naps, they still don't feel better

💤Asks some random Cogs to practice/demonstrate their handshake with her as an excuse to get some physical contact

💤Goes back to sleep feeling better

Pacesetter

👟Just attacks Flint with love and affection. Just, randomly

👟Poor Flint will probably be startled but he doesn't care, he wants affection and now it's Flint's problem

👟Will then feel so energized and happy he runs around super hyper

👟Proceeds to let the whole world know how his boyfriend made someone as perfect as him even perfect-er

[silbeni]

MAKEUP

In which: Rohan does Ryoma's makeup for the club

Pairing: (DIU) Inkspots (Ryoma/Rohan)

Rating: Fluff!

TW: mention of scars

Part 1 of 2. Sequel can be found here

\\\AHHH uh here it is. this was meant to be a smaller chunk of a bigger fic but this ended up getting really long, so I'm making them into two parts. Rohan is really soft in this I know. they're good friends and I make the rules around here 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Also it's pretty long. Enjoy?

Ryoma initially wasn't sure who to turn to with their romantic emergency. A girl she'd met very recently had invited her to the club on short notice. They'd never gone before, and they wanted to make a big impression. Her usual style wouldn't do, and they weren't too confident in their makeup skill, so they'd need some help. Help like Tomoko, who they'd usually go to for matters like this, but there was no way in heck she would let her go to the club. They could hear her go on her safety spiel just thinking about it.

With Tomoko out of the question, they had few other candidates. Josuke, while fashion aware, had school to attend to the next day- and that boy needed all the help he could get. She wouldn't want to drag him into their mess, anyway- in case Tomoko found out. They found she always went way harder on him than them on the rare occasion that both were in trouble. She had her reasons for her unequal treatment—she knew—but she wanted to avoid that if at all possible. They've gotta look out for their brother, you know?

With now Josuke off the table, there was no one else that she was particularly close with that she thought could help, except for... Rohan! That's right, why hadn't they thought about him before?He’s fashionable, an avid wearer of makeup, and someone capable of keeping things hush-hush. Most people found him rude, and off-putting—and they didn't particularly disagree with either of those things— but they liked who he was underneath of his prickly exterior. Turns out he's actually not a bad guy!

Sure, he has an ego, but that's not all he is. He can be a kind and thoughtful individual, someone that they really enjoyed getting to know. They'd become close over a short period of time, facilitated by their frequent visits. Fortunately, they worked right next door, so it was easy to drop by after their housekeeping duties were finished. Before they knew it, they were making themself comfortable at his mansion and joining him for dinner every other week.

About the plan, Tomoko had already been acquainted with him through Ryoma, so when they asked to stay over at his, she thought nothing of it. It didn't feel good to lie to her, but they couldn't think of any other option. Rohan himself didn't take long to convince. He showed a bit of resistance at the start, but after a moment of mulling it over, he was in.

Still, he made his reservations known about the whole ordeal. He didn't like Ryoma going to the club with someone they hardly knew, so he accepted with the condition that he would accompany them, and basically chaperone. They didn't love the idea. It'd be awkward as heck to have him third-wheeling their date, and they knew Rohan would be miserable too, but if it meant they could go...

So, there they were, 12 o'clock at midnight, getting ready at Rohan's. They had gotten dressed in a newly bought outfit, which showed more skin than they were comfortable with. Observant as ever, Rohan noticed their distress and kindly offered them the many fabulous, expensive jackets in his wardrobe - which they appreciated, but declined, wanting to maintain a false sense of confidence.

He had already begun on their makeup, prepping their face with foundation and concealer. Heavy coverage, as they'd asked. He proceeded with a smokey eye upon their request, and prepared for the next step. "Now, close your eyes and stay very still. I'm going to work on your eyeliner."

"Okay." Following his instructions, they shut their eyes and sat up straight and stiff in their chair like a statue.

Rohan didn't like to be bothered as he worked, and they figured it would apply to this too. He could get scary serious about it, though he was especially lenient with Ryoma. They were the one person he allowed to be in his art room while he worked on his manga. Well, as long as they didn't just stand there and stare at him. It made him antsy, said it made it difficult for him to concentrate. Which was a bummer, because it was fascinating to watch him in his element, but they respected his boundaries.

There was a rustling, the sound of things being moved around, and the opening and shutting of drawers, punctuated by a short silence. "Ah, here it is. Excellent."

"You mentioned you wanted something 'bold', is that right?" The sound of his footsteps gave away the gist of his location, making it not so abrupt when they felt his fingers tilt their face up. There was a little bit of adjusting before he settled on an adequate angle.

They kept their answer to a minimum, careful not to disrupt his workflow. "Mhm."

"Anything in particular you had in mind?" He prepped their face by brushing away a few stubborn hairs that had escaped the hair claw they wore. The sensation was a bit ticklish, but they remained composed. Unlike Ryoma, Rohan wasn't affectionate at all. He allowed them to touch him, but he would never initiate on his own, which is why this set-up felt odd. Not bad, just unusual.

The question he posed them required more elaboration than just a hum, so they spoke up. "Um, not really. I give you full creative freedom to do whatever you want."

Even without seeing him, they knew he was pleased with the answer. They could practically hear him smile, and they found themself softly smiling too. "I'll get started, then."

He held their face firm, only to release it a second later. They kept their eyes closed for a couple moments after that, expecting to feel something more.

After a minute or so, Rohan must've noticed their confused non-reaction. "You may open your eyes."

"...Wha?" Ryoma turned to the vanity mirror beside her to see that, yes, he had already finished. Their eyeliner was thick, sharp and perfectly symmetrical. "How did you-? I didn't even feel that." They moved closer to their reflection to admire it closer. It held up, even up close - impossibly smooth, clean lines. He said nothing about it, relishing in their reaction.

He allowed them to marvel at his handiwork a bit more before calling them back to their seat. "Now, mascara?" He must've anticipated their reaction, because he sat back down, tube in hand before they could respond.

Ryoma, notoriously big mascara fan, bounded back to their seat with a smile. "Yessss!"

"Look up for me." They did just as he said, and tried not to blink while he applied the product to their lower lashes.

Being so still, their cheer had nowhere else to go but to occupy the quarters of their brain. They thought about all sorts of happy things- mostly how excited they were for the date, and how grateful they were for Rohan's friendship. There was a backing track to it, a song that had been stuck in their head for ages played back at full volume.

"That's a lovely tune."

The realization put an immediate stop to their apparent vocalization. They weren’t exactly sure why they'd found it so embarrassing- they'd sang in front of him before. Maybe it was the fact that they weren't aware of *how* they sounded that petrified them. While they were close friends, there were things that they were still self conscious about, especially because of Rohan's critical nature. He hadn't made any negative comments, but they worried that he'd be still judging them in his head.

They must've pulled a funny expression because he chuckled and reassured them. "It's alright, I don't mind it."

They felt as if they had to after he'd given them the go-ahead, so they started up again, painfully conscious this time. But as the song went on, they lost the heat in their cheeks and their joyful spirit returned. They wagered he had been sincere. Rohan is very honest about the things he did and didn't like. Even if he tried to fake it, they'd be able to tell. That was one of the things they liked about him. For a chronic overthinker like Ryoma, Rohan’s directness was a breath of fresh air.

"Now, look down, down." Ryoma did as he said, absentmindedly watching his elbow pop into view every so often as he worked on her upper eyelashes.

After a bit, their focus wandered down to their lap. The tights they wore were a dark, see-through material. Insecurity seeped into their mind as they noticed the marks on their legs. They didn't jump out at you, but they were there. A part of them regretted not wearing solid colour tights like they usually did, while another held firm in wanting to be brave. They reasoned the club would be much darker than Rohan's bathroom, so their date might not even notice. On the other hand, they kinda wished she would. As nervous as it made them, they didn't want their scars to become a surprise. It's not like they could hide them forever. If they were to be rejected because of it, they'd rather it be sooner rather than later, when they've invested time into the relationship.

Rohan's voice cut through their negative thoughts. "Have I heard this before? It sounds familiar."

The mention of the song brought back happy memories, shelving their worries for the time being. They had a little pink iPod they carried pretty much everywhere with quite a few songs on it, but they always found themself looping the same few. It was handed down to her by Tomoko, way back when they were hospitalized. They had very little to do there, and the ipod gave them away to spend those long, dreadful hours. It was a dark time in her life, but she looks back at those moments with fondness. She really was a great nurse.

The little device lay beside them on the nearby counter. ‘Tomoko’ was printed on it, or it used to be. The decal had majorly chipped away, making it almost entirely illegible.

Rohan's firm stare returned them from their brief space out session.

"Oh, yeah- definitely, I listen to it all the time." He had to know. Everyone who knew Ryoma was familiar with it. They'd listen to it during their daily commute, sang it in the shower and as they cleaned up next door. It was one of the songs on the car playlist. They didn't have a license, but they'd play it whenever Rohan would drive her places, when he'd let her.

That clue made the answer immediately clear. "Belanova?"

They grinned. "You know it."

That gained a soft laugh from him. A warm, pleasant feeling bubbled up at the sound. "You're incredibly predictable."

"It's a good band!" They would've loved to continue their banter, but they didn't want to bug Rohan too much while he was working very close to their eyeball. While he had amazingly steady hands, that didn't account for them moving around. It wasn't long before he finished, but by then that line of conversation had died.

He took his hand away and screwed the wand back into its tube. "Alright, that's it for mascara. What else would you want me to do?"

Ryoma thought about it for a second. Red would be a nice pop of colour, and it would work for the edgy, romantic look they were going for. "Can I see your red lipsticks?"

"Certainly. Let's see here..." Rohan went into a cabinet, one of his bigger ones. It seemed to be designated for lip products only, and there were quite a number of them. They were sectioned by colour, so it was easy to find the reds. "Which one do you like most?

There were tons of good choices, but after carefully considering each of them they came up with an answer. They picked out a cherry red with a purplish tinge to it. “This one.”

"I was thinking the same."

"Well, great minds think alike, if I do say so myself." They boasted jokingly, placing their hands on their hips and puffing out their chest in a display of faux pride.

He reacted with a short, sharp exhale that could've been a laugh. He turned away from them, ashamed to be caught off guard by such a corny non-joke, which only added to Ryoma's satisfaction.There was something different about him, though. While they'd made him laugh before, this was all too easy. Maybe something good had happened to him? They didn't analyze it too deeply, It was just nice to see more of this side of him.

With their lipstick picked out, it was time to scope out the lip liners. A similar red would've been an easy pick, but they wanted something different, some contrast. “Red and black?” They held up a black liner.

By then, he had recovered from his brief break in character. "Excellent choice."

He took the items from them, and they returned to their designated spots. Again, he supported their face with one hand, while the other got the job done. They kept their mouth slightly ajar as he first applied the lipstick.

They made sure not to stare at Rohan too much, busying themself by examining things around the room. His house was always decorated nicely, with lots of ornate detail and unique pieces. The stool they were sitting on probably cost more than what they made in a year with their two jobs combined… They sat up a little bit straighter after that.

They felt him stop, but they continued surveying the room with the assumption that he had simply paused. Though, as time ticked by, they grew curious. They looked at him to see that he wasn't doing much at all. He was still leaning forward, engaged but paused mid-action.

Suddenly, their eyes met, and he was shocked back to life. He jolted violently, dropping the lipstick while the cap was off. Fortunately, it didn't seem to be too contaminated, but he didn't seem to care. He wordlessly picked it back up, placed it on the counter and continued with the liner.

Ryoma didn't know what to make of the drastic change in mood. They were obviously concerned about his big reaction, but he didn't seem to want to talk about it. They could only wonder about what he was thinking so hard about. There were a lot of things that they didn't know about him. Between the both of them, he was definitely the guarded one, while Ryoma was more of an open book, though they definitely kept their fair share of secrets. They hoped that, someday, enough trust would be built that he could open up to them.

He was silent during the process. It was done quickly, as if in a hurry. There was a change in his posture, a lack of that grace that he'd shown before. His grip on the pencil was stiff, and he used more pressure than he probably intended. While it wasn't uncomfortable, there was a noticeable difference to his prior performance. As soon as he was done, he quietly stepped back and loitered elsewhere in the room.

Deciding to leave him to his devices, Ryoma slowly rose and approached the mirror. Then, they leaned in closer to it, supporting themself on the vanity it was built into. After a few moments of stunned silence, they gasped audibly. The liner had blended beautifully with the red, while still emphasizing the contours of their lips. With the completed look, they couldn't believe the gorgeous stranger in the mirror was them.

“Well?” Rohan spoke for the first time in minutes. It seemed he just needed a little reprieve to overcome the embarrassment that came with his… whatever had happened, because he was back to his old antics.

They looked at their reflection, then back at him back and forth a couple times.“I look so PRETTY!!!” Without warning, a shrill squeal burst out of them, startling both themself and Rohan due to the unexpected volume. They were deterred for just a moment, giggling sheepishly into their palm.

The next thing they did was pull him into a big, tight hug. Unable to contain their excitement, they began to jump up and down, holding him in their arms. “Aaah! Thank you, thank you! You're a lifesaver!” He held them too, moreso clinging to them as he was lifted into the air.

Ryoma placed the smaller butch down once they noticed he had begun to turn red in the face, concerned that maybe they had shaken him too much.

He appeared a bit frazzled, but he seemed to compose himself after smoothing out his hair and clearing his throat. “...You’re very welcome.”

He was about to say something else, but he sort of froze up when they got up close to him again. They set their hands on his shoulders, and lowered themself until they were more or less eye to eye. “I'll find a way to pay you back somehow, I promise.” They held him like that for a moment before they smiled and withdrew from him.

They recollected some of their things that were scattered about the bathroom in preparation for their eventual departure.

He found his words once their back was turned. “I'll hold you to that, you know.”

They glanced back at him over their shoulder, at his still flushed but smug face. Acknowledged him with a smiling hum and resumed their task.

[blackrabbit111]

~Twst android au, prequel draft~

"You are the sole heir to the worlds top tec company that makes everything from military weapons to remotes. Raised alone by your grandfather, you've found yourself alone since his passing and are struggling to find someone to turn too.

On a whim you go looking for one of his crack pot inventions in one of his old factory's. Only to find more then you were looking for"

An au fic I wrote months ago but never shared cuz insecure, But I'm down so I say heck to it 👍

Feed back and critic is appreciated especially on grammar😅Not sure how much I'll keep or if I will even make more but I might as well share what I've already made

The sound of a switch echoed as the warehouse lights shot on in uniform order one by one until the massive hanger sized warehouse was lit up. 

The walls and roof were vast and the rows upon rows of shelves were endless, each filled with who knows what? All different types of machinery, a tec nerd might see this as some gold mine full of decades worth of technology going back nearly fifty years according to your newly bequeathed assistant. 

You hadn’t even changed clothes yet. You were still in these uncomfortable shoes, these stuffy black clothes that were far too warm to wear indoors, even your hair had been newly styled at your “guardians” request. 

You don’t even remember most of the day ... just stepping into the car. 

“Master Yuu?” Your assistant’s voice tore you from your mindlessness, you hadn’t even noticed they’d stopped. You’d just kept walking down the isle of discarded tec. 

“O-oh? Sorry Mira, and please don’t call me that” You asked, your voice quite as always. You hated having to force a smile but manners like other things had been drilled into as a child, so you had no choice. 

“Of course, sorry” She gave you a sympathetic smile, one of the few you’d had despite the circumstance. With your years forcing smiles you had grown to recognize when someone else was faking it too. 

Mira was genuine at least “Are you sure you're up to this? We can wait a few more days?” 

You appreciated the thought, but your hand was going numb from signing forms. The owners of such documents, the sources of most of those forced smiles, they knew better than to be honest about what they wanted. Or else risk upsetting you and with the power you now had none of them could afford such a thing, for some literally. 

You shook your head no “I’m fine, just tierd. This is the third warehouse we’ve checked after all”  

Might as well of been the one hundred with the size of these things?! Your college campus was half the size of the last one 

“Could you go check with the site manager and see if they had any luck tracking it down? I’d like to keep looking around on my own” 

She nodded, lingering a bit before turning back to leave the way you both came her footsteps faded to echo’s and suddenly you were alone. 

The shelves were daunting like this, shaded over from the different levels framed the discarded bot shells in a creepy way. Yet that wasn’t what was on your mind. 

Not much … had been on your mind lately …  

Everything had felt- fuzzy? 

You were never the greatest at showing your feelings, you’d certainly been teased enough because of it growing up. 

It was easier to just make friends. (literally) 

Rustling through your pocket you pulled out an old worn leather-bound book. Its pagers were flakier than the old coot that had left it for you. Sticky notes and faded pages stuck out and fell lose as you flipped back through its ancient pages. 

Sketches, notes and old diagrams were all etched into it. Most had been released, just one of his many sketch books you’d had the ‘joy’ of flipping through. 

But there was one page that had caught your interest, 

“Project Wonderland” God he sucked at naming things. 

Among the faded doodles these few seemed the oldest, added in safter the pages had already been filled? Even Mira didn’t know what it was, and she seemed to have known more about his company than he had. She knew him more than you had... 

“Project Wonderland, Log #037. 

So far, all prototypes for model “Heart” have remained lacking, subject Ace ________ ____hap ___ _______ ___ ___ ___  ___ ____  ___________________ ________Riddle remains____ __________ ,strict rules_ _________. Further_______ ______ ______” 

The rest was too faded. 

Most of the scribbles summed up that amount. Even the more salvageable ones left too many holes to piece together anything that made sense? 

You groaned trying to make sense of it all. This was just a way to get away from all the work you still had to do, Mira’s suggestion, if not you’d probably still be sat behind that oversized desk, in that oversized chair signing the endless rotation of papers brought by your newly acquired legal department.  

Attending the by hourly meetings on new bot colors, branding and all the other topics you didn’t understand. That didn’t stop the bombarding you with requests and asking your opinions … more demanding... 

Day in day out, 

Right up until- 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

 You were again torn from your invasive thoughts, the pitchy voice crying out from your pocket. 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

Pulling the device from your pocket its screeching only seemed to get louder- 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

Small, grey with a bright blue screen. Its body, an old tomogachi toy you had as a kid, now turned into a travel sized version of an ai interface. Your first attempt, robots were child's play to you. At the age of ten you were making drones on par with your grandfathers. You could code before you could spell your own name, which made passing online tests a breeze. 

Ai was different, specifically intelligent ones. 

Nowadays it was rarer to see a machine that didn’t have some type of interface built in, even kid’s toys could remind the child to brush their teeth. But the ones used for androids, the ones running shop tills and driving buses.  

Those were harder for you. 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

“ALRIGHT! Sheesh....” 

 Generated, Response, intelligence, Model #008. Or Grim for short, you were still working out the kinks. Somehow it had begun to prioritize meal notifications, despite it being near 6pm it kept on screaming for lunch until you clicked off its alarm. 

It’s been nearly 2 weeks since you’d last had a free moment to look at the code, which meant round the clock alerts at random. 

You let out an audible groan “Maybe this really is a waste of time? ….....” 

You stared at the old, tattered book in your hands. His name engraved in white tread across the wine-red material 

“......” 

“......” 

“......” 

How were you supposed to feel? You didn’t know? 

You never knew, so when you could you’d just avoid it. Avoid feeling much of anything? 

Hence the names the other kids called you.  

“Freak-droid”, “Robot”, “dumb as a bot” .... it wasn’t your fault; you just weren’t good at being like them. You eventually learned to pretend, to force a smile or a chuckle when needed. 

It was better anyway; the robots were better. 

More time to hone your skills, why make friends when you can build them? That’s what you told yourself. 

Alone at school, alone at home... 

Nothing had changed … those two weeks ago.. 

You were still eating alone,  

Still spending the evenings alone, 

Still walking through those empty halls alone.... 

He was your only family, yet you were lucky if you saw him twice in one week. Either locked in his lab or at the office. He was never there. He was just, not with you, not beside you. 

You’ve always been alone, so why- 

“......” 

Why now … did you feel so- 

“......” 

His name engraved in white tread across the wine-red material 

You looked back at the books cover, His name still engraved in white tread across the wine-red material... 

 He was gone now... 

You were now … alone... 

“......” 

“......” 

“......” 

It was quiet here.... 

“Project ...wonderland?” you mumbled out loud. You don’t know why, but you began giggling. 

This was so unlike you, wandering around aimlessly. After this crazy idea that- that this MYSTERIOUS project could somehow be for you! Could somehow help you explain how to do a job you didn’t want or how you were supposed to feel or how to make this STUPID AI tell you about something other than LUNCH!!! 

“......” 

“......” 

“......” 

It was stupid of you … to think that... 

“......” 

“......” 

“......” 

You sniffled, having to dry your eyes before anything came out. You shook your head trying to think straight. 

It had been a good distraction, but it wasn’t important. You could get some intern to find it for you, you had those now apparently and they seemed despite. They nearly decked each other the first time you met after asking for a drink. 

Give extra credit to whichever one found it~ 

Perfect! You took another sharp inhale and turned to leave, ready to head back to the office. No doubt there would be a whole new stack of papers there to greet you when you arrive. 

Only to crash face first. 

Stumbling back, you looked up confused, there wasn’t anything behind you a moment ago- 

What you saw made you jump.  

He was tall, like REALLY tall. The dim light in of the war house casting his dark slender form in a shadow simply from looking down at you, his raven hair falling over his broad shoulders, his chiseled features pale as a ghost yet sharp and defined. 

He looked almost ethereal, if not for his eyes... 

They cut through the shadow that painted his form as if they glowed like screens in the dark. 

A piercing green that seemed to dance through the many shades, cut through by the black slit of his pupils. 

You were speechless, almost afraid to move in case he might pounce. A green grew on his face, as if your nerves amused him. 

“Are you okay?” 

His voice was deep, smooth, yet his tone was gentle? You were able to relax a little more but were still wary. Why was he here? Had he been following you?! 

“What do you want?” You ask bluntly, your voice is flat, yet he only seems to grin more at it letting out a small chuckle. 

“You were looking for something weren’t you? It’s a big facility, so I thought you could use some help” 

“How did you-?!” 

“Your assistant went back to speak the site manager; I noticed you weren’t with her, I’m sorry if I'm interrupting you” His appearance was still daunting, but he seemed genuine enough? You assumed he must work here. 

“O-oh? No, it’s alright, thank you. I was just heading back anyway” 

His head tilts “No luck then?” 

You shock your head “Something like that” Your forced smile grew back, deciding to be pleasant instead “I have better things to be doing is all, could you point me towards the exit?”   

A hand lifts to his chin as he lets out a hum in thought. 

“I believe I know a short cut? You took a rather unorthodox route here from what I could tell” He beamed again raising one hand to his chest while extending the other to guide the way, his sleek yet dark appearance, butler like movements plus his kind smile brought to mind a certain show you’d watched a few years ago? 

You thanked him, walking past him down the isles weaving left or right with his direction. 

He walked a few steps behind you simply directing you as a turn came up, otherwise you were both silent. 

The route was bizarre? Weaving in and out like an ally cat over a neighborhood's walls or roof tops, a fair comparison with his dark hair and and bright eye color, all in all you felt more lost than anything? 

Did he really know the way? His assuring nature just made him feel like he knew what he was talking about? 

“Sorry, but are you sure-?” Concerned, you turned to ask him about where he was taking you only to find more empty isles of shelves. This tall dark stranger had vanished, you looked around thinking you might have just gotten ahead of him? But he was nowhere to be seen... 

You cursed under your breath.... 

He had ditched you, you felt stupid for not too of seen this coming. After your little “Episode” you’d been so frustrated to get out you didn’t even think about it. At least he’d only gotten you lost, given your new net worth MUCH worse could have happened. 

You let out another sigh, you were really done with this. 

You began to dig around in your pocket for your phone, deciding to just call Mira and the staff to come find you. 

As you pulled it out your annoying- you're in need of updating Tamagotchi toy tumbled out with it. 

You groaned again, just one more thing gone wrong. 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

It had slid under one of the shelving units, peering underneath you could just see it on the other side. The lights were out on that side, so it was a little hard to tell? 

After failing to swat at it you relented to having to try squeeze between the gaps of the two units, it was tight and the creaking noises it made as you nudged it made you nervous- 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

But you knew it wouldn’t stop sending alerts if you didn’t get it... 

So, between the metal frames it was~! 

Squeezing your way through, you just managed to make it without knocking much off, you finally reach this annoying pest of a program. 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lunch time! - 

-Nya! Lu- 

And off it goes.... 

You’re about to plop your ‘pet’ back in your pocket when a light catches your eye? 

A low flash of red was glowing from the corner pile. 

This space was narrow, a small corner tucked away behind the shelves you hadn’t been able to see with the lack of lighting and old parts blocking your view from the isle. 

Walled in by the units and the warehouse walls, meaning you could just barely squeeze in. 

Stumbling a bit, you saw the source of the low red light. 

Two sleek metal crates, each taller yourself, were stacked against the wall tucked away between bits of cardboard. Each one looked huge black versions of those fancy box's phones come in, the red light shining from beneath its seal? 

Both metal caskets had gold engraving carved into their surfaces, some type of registration number and a symbol?  

“A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥?” each read with a golden heart displayed above? 

It took a moment to click before you were again digging through your back pocket for the withered remains of a notebook, he’d left you. 

-Model Heart- 

“Project … wonderland?” you mumbled aloud now looking at these caskets like they were some mythical creatures that had hopped out from a children's story. 

Digging through the faded pages had already been difficult, now near impossible with only the glow of these things to see. You scanned it for anything that still counted as language that mentioned these things?  

Finally, a passage mostly filled with flawed calculations caught your eye 

“___ ________ ____ sleep mode while ins____, 

_____ _______________ _______urther funds ____ ______ coffins develop___” 

“____subject Silv____ ___ _______ ________ more time in sleep_____.  

_______ _____ bug reports t_ ___________ later.” 

The rest is more faded calculations. 

The texts were mostly useless, it was the sketches that caught your eye. 

Like most of this leather-bound pile of dust the sketches were rough, looking to be more concepts rather than any type of blueprints? They mentioned some type of access panel on the front, molded to match one of the seven symbols outlined in more detail earlier in the notes. 

It was easy to assume it was that gold heart etched into the metal caskets casing. 

You didn’t really think, more just acted. 

Reaching out, you laced your palm over the etching of a golden heart. 

Nothing happened, at first, but suddenly the gold coloring was painted over by that same crimson red from under the seal. The etching became filled in causing you to flinch and pull your hand back, as if it had sent some type of signal to its twin, the other caskets matching heart also lit up now an almost blinding light. 

“Palm scan complete~ 

Connection established” An obnoxiously cheery voice sang 

“Running security check, 

Running diagnostics check, 

Running personal check” It read off line after line, running upload bars through one after the other. Most of the more complicated one’s were lost on you and your limited knowledge of software; it was much easier for you to follow the hardware terminology meaning at the very least you could piece together it was running checks on some type of high moveability machine? 

“All preparation checks complete for model’s A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥. 

How gracious~ 

Beginning reupload of data files of model’s A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥” It had all loaded pretty quickly until now, each screen uploading in seconds, but now- 

“Loading- 

Loading- 

Loading- 

-ERROR- 

Unable to recover crucial data, beginning recovery measures- 

-ERROR- 

-ERROR- 

-ERROR-” Both screens began to flash with alerts, as if the system’s attempts to recover whatever it couldn’t was somehow causing the other files to corrupt. You were by no means an expert, but you knew if you didn’t act soon the whole system would be unsalvageable 

“-ERROR- 

-ERROR- 

-ERROR-” still panicked, you put your hand back to the screen swiping away as many of the alerts as you could to try and get at the recovery icon. 

“-ERROR- 

-ERROR-” 

The alerts were popping up faster than you could close them, with little other choice you did the only thing you could think of in this panicked moment 

“Cancel recovery measures! Proceed with upload as is!” You yelled hoping for some type of response, and just as you did the corrupting screens froze, the loading bar froze, the whole screen froze …. before another loading bar popped up. 

Slowly it filled, there was a brief pause before- 

“Upload complete~ 

All systems ready, deactivating sleep mode for models A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥” 

A relived sigh escaped you, the screen shut off before the crimson glow faded as both seals jutted forward a white cloud of steam blowing out as the casket undid its releases. 

The doors slid open, tucking their lids around each of their left sides. 

The cloud died down finally letting you see inside, having the squint at first you thought at first you were mistaken. But now you were certain, two figures stood within. 

One with boyish features, red spikey hair and a heart shape painted over one eye. 

The other slightly taller, features sharper with flat raven hair and a spade shape painted to match their opposite. 

Wide eyed, you didn’t notice you held a breath once they stepped forward. You tried to speak, ask them questions like if they were okay or why they were in there? Only for it to come out as mumbles once their eyes both shot open in synch. That same pixelated crimson flashing over their eyes only to fade again replaced by their respective red and blue iris’s. 

The red one blinked, you held your breath again... 

The blue one held its head staggering a bit before both their sights landed on you. 

…..... 

…..... 

….... 

You all stood their starring for a moment; afraid moving might activate some attack mode or- 

“Excuse me but-” 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH?!!?” 

[quibbs126]

I gave these two some small redesigns this morning

Berry Cheese I was already planning on changing because the Golden Cheese update made me realize Golden Cheese’s wings are not part of her biology, nor would it make that much sense for Berry Cheese to have them. I just finally got around to doing it today

And also fun fact I might have mentioned before: Berry Cheese’s wings were tacked on at the last minute since I remembered Golden Cheese has wings, so getting rid of them was a very easy task

Dame Cookie’s redesign was spurred on by two things, one @amythecat2001’s drawing of Dame Cookie (which I do appreciate), and then me realizing yesterday when I was drawing Princess what the heck Princess’s hair is supposed to be because I’ve seen the hairstyle before (I want to say I’ve seen it in Berserk but I don’t know who had it so I can’t pull up a picture). But basically I’m pretty sure her hair’s just styled that way. And then I was like, “wait why does Dame have those coils up in a ponytail? That doesn’t make sense” so I instead opted for a bun (that also still has some coils but is at the end of Dame’s bun now). I also gave Dame a little hair bit sticking out like Jungleberry has, I think it makes the hair look better

Also I think I finally figured out what gender to make Dame, that just being a trans woman. I mean it’d make the most sense as to why Dame’s name is Dame, since that’s the title of a female knight

I might redo Dame more, by which I mean give her a whole new drawing/pose, which can come with some changes to her armor and probably sleeves. But also I could maybe give her a more formal ball outfit too? Like I do both? We’ll see what happens

But yeah I just wanted to share these

[mintylovesbrat]

You're So Golden

Quackity x fem!reader

A/N:

it's been so long since I wrote a one-shot, why write now?

Somehow I have motivation to write again so let's hope this will last very long :) I was inspired by the song Golden by Harry Styles which makes me feel all happy

Also I want to try to write stories about other characters like from movies and TV shows so hopefully that works out for me!

Other than that I hope you enjoy this little one-shot!

The sound of laughter can be heard in his studio while she is in the other room lying in bed. Listening to the screaming and laughter of Quackity aka Alex, that's what he does all day but she doesn't mind it, in fact, she enjoys hearing him, seeing him smile, just everything makes her fall in love all over again.

She decided to get up from bed, put music on speaker, and started to clean the room up since clothes, shoes, papers, and books were scattered everywhere. While she was making the bed, Alex opened the door to their bedroom and saw her singing while making the bed, making him smile even more just enjoying the view of his lovely girlfriend.

"Amor you do know that there's no point in making the bed if we're going to lay back down again? Especially if I didn't sleep last night, all I want is to fall asleep with you in my arms" he said giving her a tired smile and trying to ease her nerves after startling her.

"Gosh, you scared the daylights out of me! I didn't even hear you come into the room, also I know you didn't sleep last night but I hate seeing the room all messed with clothes, trash, and papers for school scattered everywhere. Honestly looks like a garbage dump and you know how much I hate seeing the room all messy so right now I'm trying to clean up a bit before you sleep for the rest of the day." she sighed looking around the room but gave him a small smile knowing that he appreciates you cleaning the room before he falls asleep.

"Sorry amor, I didn't mean to scare you. Let's just leave the mess for now and try to sleep for a bit? We can do the cleaning tomorrow and I promise I will help you out, let's just sleep now my love." He said while trying to pull her into bed with him.

"Promise you'll help me clean tomorrow? Cause I don't want to hear any excuses like "I'm too tired" blah blah, please promise me?" She said while running her fingers through his hair.

"I promise my love that I will help you clean the room, heck even the whole entire house my love! But I promise I will do it." Alex said, closing his eyes, relaxing while you rub his scalp. He started to drift to sleep, humming the song 'Golden', a song that reminds him of his lovely girlfriend. That night, Alex dreams were filled with moments of his girlfriend and how the future will look like which includes their future kids.

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A/N: Thank you guys for reading! Ngl I didn't like how it turned out since I was rushing also I'm using my bf's PC! :D Hopefully I'll be able to post another one shot but it might be someone else like spider-man since right now I'm obsessed with the movie!

Feedback would be lovely and please send me any questions you have!!!

SEE YALL SOON!!!!!!! LOVE YA <3