#// aaaa sorry this took a bit. hopefully this is okay?

[chilschuck]

Hello! I don't know if requests are open, if not just ignore this. am not sure if this makes sense, but I had this idea where the reader's succubus takes straight up the form of Chilchuck. They are very self-concious of this, and since i see them as a calm and reserved person they will try to avoid them like the plague. They don't want Chilchuck to know at all costs, mostly because they fear to be turned down. But at some point, they both get separated from the party running eventually into a succubus. If it's too much information just take what it feels right for you!!

✦ AAAA i loved this idea so much that i had a bit too much fun with it, LOL! it ended up being more than a drabble somehow, so i really hope you enjoy it!! i hope it flows okay and doesn’t seem too rushed, as it’s been a while since i’ve written this much!! lots of love to you!! <3

— HYPOCRITE: chilchuck x gn!reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ hurt/comfort ?? fluff + sfw! use of they/them for reader!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.8k (holy hell…..)

✦ if this is rough i am so sorry, i kinda let my brain take over and this was the result! nervous to post something this long since i’ve only ever posted lil tidbits, but i really hope you like it!!! <33

The walk back was deafeningly quiet. You couldn’t bear to even look in his direction, cheeks still hot in mortification at just what you had seen earlier. Usually you were stronger than this, but the idea of him knowing just what exactly you saw had your stomach in knots.

It wasn’t like you had never come in contact with a succubus before, but for it to take this particular form had your mind reeling. The heavy pit of guilt and shame kept twisting in you, and the more you thought about him, the more you felt sick. Even so, you could feel eyes burning into the back of your head just waiting for you to spill.

“What’s gotten you so quiet?” Chilchuck questioned, his brows raised at your current show of behavior. It was unlike you to shut yourself up like this, especially since you were known for being cool and collected in any situation. He would never admit it, but the lack of your voice amongst the others made him nervous.

You waited a moment to reply, the shakiness in your voice not getting past him. “It’s nothing, Chilchuck.”

And like hell it wasn’t, especially if it had you clamming up and avoiding his gaze. Knowing it would be better not to pry, he stayed silent. You were thankful for this.

“Everyone’s together now, right?” Laios called as you caught up to the rest of the party, your eyes still downtrodden. Not able to bring yourself to look in his direction, you kept your head down when motioning in the direction of the half-foot behind you. “Yeah, Chilchuck and I managed to find each other.”

Marcille was the second to notice your lack of enthusiasm, the calm air you usually exuded gone. Worried, she called out your name, pulling you out of the state you were in momentarily.

“Everything alright?” She whispered as the rest of the party walked ahead of you. Knowing how much it was killing you to hold everything in, you gave a frustrated sigh.

When you were sure everyone was out of hearing range, you spilled everything on your mind. How your succubus took the form of Chilchuck, how you’d been fighting off the feelings you held for him, how scared you were that he’d find out. Her head nodded with every concern you aired, but there was a certain sparkle in her eyes when you admitted to having feelings for him… Great.

“You’re certain he didn’t see?” She asked softly as you caught up to everyone else, and you gave her a nod of your own.

Her advice had been simple: maybe this was a sign to tell him how you truly felt. You wanted to scoff in that moment, knowing just how repulsed by inner party relationships the half-foot truly was. Telling him what happened seemed like the least intelligent thing to do, but you admired Marcille for her ability to see this in a hopeful light.

Envy coursed through you, wishing you could look at it hopefully, too. It just didn’t seem realistic, so you’d keep to yourself and try not to talk to him until these feelings died down inside. Certainly they would, right?

Days continued on, your relationship with Chilchuck turning into remorseful smiles and awkward silence. The tension was building, and he was convinced he couldn’t take much more of it.

The fact you hadn’t been seeking him out like you usually did struck him hard. You two would often spend nights chatting, voices soft and warm as you talked about everything that you could think of. He’d just started coming to terms that maybe he didn’t have to keep so much away from you, away from everyone else. This hit him harder than he’d like to acknowledge, and his attempts at reconciling whatever he did wrong fell flat.

Chilchuck only ever saw you talking to Marcille lately. He knew you two shared a friendship somewhat akin to his with you, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary at first. But that, paired with the fact you wouldn’t even lay your bedroll down near his, nearly drove him to insanity.

Gritting his teeth, he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. This was getting nowhere, and if it continued he was sure he’d never let himself hear the end of it.

Laios, as softly as he could muster, called his name. “They’ve been ignoring you, haven’t they?” He spoke, brows furrowed as he studied Chilchuck’s expression. “Do you know why?”

He huffed, glare turning to focus on the blonde across from him. “If I knew, I’d tell you. But I don’t have a damn clue.”

Laios hummed, tapping his chin as Senshi listened in on their conversation. “Maybe you should try asking them. It never hurts to be honest with how you’re feeling, too.”

This was going to drive him up the wall. Every time he did try and corner you, you came up with some excuse as to why you were needed elsewhere. Chilchuck was left watching you leave him behind every single time. It only proved to make him feel even more scattered.

Before he could open his mouth to retort, he heard you stand up, wishing Marcille goodnight. Chilchuck begrudgingly noted that you seemed even farther away from him than usual. He sunk into his neckwarmer.

Looking down at his hands, he debated on just what he could have possibly done. This all happened after that damn succubus incident, and he wondered just what exactly you saw. You seemed not only distant from him, but from the whole party. Being an integral force in the group, having you seem so far away from everyone only served to build up rifts.

You were headed to the water fountain to wash your face, and Chilchuck assumed this would be the one chance he had. Following behind you, he called your name once enough distance from everyone had been built up. You took note of the aggravation that was laced in his tone.

Immediately you tried to think of a way to get out of talking to him. There had to be some excuse you hadn’t used, and as he approached you, you found yourself more and more cornered.

“Are you just planning to ignore me the rest of the damn time?” Chilchuck asked plainly, but you could hear the hint of concern. He continued to walk towards you, not giving you much of an opening to scatter. Panic settled in.

“You… Wouldn’t get it.” You whispered, finding yourself looking everywhere but at him. Chilchuck found this increasingly frustrating.

“What do you mean, ‘You wouldn’t get it?’ How am I supposed to get anything if you don’t tell me? I can see how you’re acting. Is whatever you really saw worth separating yourself from the entire party?”

His words cut you like a knife. You could hear the aggravation in his voice, chest seizing knowing it was because of you, because of your stupid fear. You swallowed harshly, trying your best to build up the courage you just couldn’t seem to find.

His body, caging you in and causing your back to hit the wall, continued to grow nearer. It felt like all the air left your lungs, struggling to gather just what you wanted, needed to say.

“You always say how you don’t want inner party relationships to ruin things,” you muttered, finding his closeness increasingly difficult to handle. “The last thing I want to do is put everyone in jeopardy like that.”

Chilchuck scoffed, confusion etched into his expression. “What? You saw a party member as the succubus or something? Don’t tell me—“

That tension that had been suffocating you before built itself back up to the point where you struggled for air. Before he could say just what had made you so ashamed the past week, you felt it bubble up in your throat.

“Yes, Chilchuck, it looked like you! Are you happy?! I didn’t want to tell you, couldn’t tell you. I…” Your hands shook, as if in shock of all that you were laying out in front of him. “I’ve been holding everything down inside for everyone’s sake! I’m not as strong as you, as strong as everyone else, okay?! I had no choice but to distance myself! I’m in love with you, and I know you don’t feel the same, so I just wanted that part of myself to stay hidden!”

You had hoped when, if, this had all finally come out, a weight would be lifted. Instead, you felt ten times heavier at seeing the realization in his eyes. Biting your tongue, tears welling up in the way they never could before, you pushed past him.

“I’m going.”

Yet he did just what you didn’t want him to do; grab your wrist and pull you back to that moment you tried so hard to forget in those few seconds. So he was going to reprimand you now? Tell you how irresponsible you are? Before you could spit out what was on your mind, his hands had wound around your collar and pulled you down to smash your lips against his own.

Everything was still in that moment. It was rough, deprived, filled with emotions that made your mind stutter. You tilted your head further into the kiss, still letting him take control. Despite the suddenness of it, you couldn’t help but pull him closer into you. After a beat, he pulled away, panting and cheeks rosy in what you could only guess was sheer relief.

“You’re so frustrating.” He whispered, still clutching onto the collar of your sleep shirt. “Hardheaded to no end. Drives me insane.”

You couldn’t form a sentence, still trying to catch up to what exactly just happened between you two. Was that… his way of telling you he felt the same? Even if it was sudden, it was very like Chilchuck. Blood rushed to your cheeks.

“So…?” Your voice began, matching the softness of his own. He clicked his tongue, and you could tell by the exasperation on his face that he was about to just up and groan at your cluelessness.

“I… have feelings for you, too. I know what I said before, about prioritizing work over everything else.” Chilchuck spoke, his voice having a slight wave to it. “I’m a damn hypocrite…”

“Apparently.” You replied, hearing him grumble under his breath, and for the first time in days, what felt like weeks, you laughed.

The sound made his head buzz. His heart beat in his ears, and for the first time in a while, he let himself smile too. Maybe he could get used to this being honest thing, if it meant staying close to you like this.

“I’m glad things worked out the way they did,” you hummed, the two of you walking back to where your party had decided to settle for the night. “Strange to think it’s all thanks to a succubus. Maybe I should give them more credit.”

Chilchuck rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Sure. Tell me more about that next time, though. I want to know how handsome you really think I am.”

You couldn’t get back to camp fast enough.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[supertrxshwrites]

Me again!

Can I request Something, maybe headcanons or imagined, for Damian where his fem S/O is really sensitive to cold and has a low body temperature, but doesn't know what causes it? Reader always complains about her hands, back and face being cold. No matter how many layers she wears she always has a chill. It's okay in the summer time but winter and fall she can barely stand to leave the house or refuses to walk around without a blanket around her.

Hey babes I’m sorry this is so late omg I meant to do this the second you sent this and then I got sick and it’s been a crazy few weeks I hope you like it sorry if it’s short I’ll be happy to write more if you want lemme knooow ♥︎

At first you thought it was just a regular chill you get from time to time, but then you noticed it was starting to become a regular thing. Your hands always felt like ice cubes to the touch and when you went to Damian he thought maybe you had anemia and it was a normal thing.

“Dami, I’m coooold” you whined

He swivels around from his desk and turns to you giving you a look.

“I’m coooollld..I need warmth” you whine some more.

Damian sighs as he stands up pulling his sweatshirt off and giving it to you. His body heat was like a warm blanket instantly putting you to sleep on the couch. He chuckles before picking you up and laying you on the bed and covering you up with a few blankets. For a moment he watches you as you sleep, brushing your hair out of your face and pushing the hood to the sweatshirt back a bit just so he knows you’re comfortable.

𓆩♡𓆪

Your eyes flutter open and you’re greeted with a pleasant smell you assume is coming from the kitchen. You tumble out of the mountain of blankets Damian covered you in and make your way to the kitchen.

“Smells good” you say as you turn the corner into the kitchen. For a moment you hover as he cooks in silence when you feel cold again, even in the sweatshirt you start to feel like the inside of a walk in freezer.

“Damiiiii” you whine hugging him from behind

“Hm?” He says stirring what looks like curry

“I’m cooooolld warm me up” you whine as you slide your hands under his shirt to touch his back.

“AAAA SHIT! Y/N you’re fucking freezing!” He practically leaps out of his skin at the sensation.

“I’m making curry and rice hopefully it warms you up okay..go sit on the couch I put a heated blanket over there while you slept so whenever you start to get too cold you can use that” he says as he turns off the stove.

He brings the food over and the second you take a bite the spice hits you hard instantly warming you, causing your eyes to water a bit.

“Is it too spicy? I can make something else I just thought it would warm you up” he sounds a bit worried given the silence that followed once you took a few bites. After a few more bites you flash him a big smile and throw your arms around his neck in a big hug.

“Thank you Dami!” You squeal happily finally feeling warm for once.

“This helped so much!” You said squeezing him tight

“Of course baby” he smiles holding you close.

You’re always freezing but Damian going out of his way to make you something that would warm you up was so sweet it made your stomach flip and your heart do a hundred cartwheels in your chest. That constant chill you always had was finally gone and yeah this feeling might not be permanent but that’s okay. As long as you have Damian you’ll always find a way to warm up.

[bastetwastaken]

Hello, if you don't mind me asking another one for Dragonshipping, this time I'd love to see Yami/Atem being Top (not for smut but domestic) and Jou being bottom... will you write 9 You love me...? & 22. I thought you were taken... a lil emotional scene of Jou doubting love in Yami/Atem's confession, believing he's not that important and at the end I crave for their fluff & happy ending... 😭

Aaaa hi! I am so sorry this took so long, omg, but I hope that it was worth the wait and that you enjoy the lil drabble ^.^

I also hope your day is being kind to you wherever you are and whatever you're doing <3

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Jou had expected a night of gaming, eating his own body weight in takeout and hopefully finally winning a game against his friends. He hadn’t expected Yugi to make his excuses as soon as he got there, to insist that Jou stayed whilst he ran to the shop to get snacks. 

Hadn’t expected to be left alone with Atem so suddenly and completely without a plan. 

Being alone with Atem in itself wasn’t an issue, of course, he very much enjoyed the others company…the problem was that he enjoyed that company just a little too much. 

His feelings for Atem had confused him at first, but then he’d just accepted it for what it was. This man had saved his life on more than one occasion, he’d done so much for all of them and the world in general that it was only right for him to admire him…

Only he knew it wasn’t just friendly admiration, or even the kind of admiration he’d seen in movies where the hero saved the world and everyone looked up to them for it. 

No, it was deeper than that. 

Most people didn’t want to kiss their best friends. Most people didn’t feel an unspeakable need to see them when they’d just woken up in the morning, to see how they looked when they were completely at rest. To find every excuse just to be a little bit closer to them, to crave any kind of physical contact they could possibly get- 

He knew he’d fallen hard for his friend. So when Atem smiled at him and beckoned him to join him in the kitchen, his stomach filled with butterflies. Although he knew he was just waiting here with Atem until Yugi came back, he wished it was more than that. 

But how could he possibly say what he felt? How could he tell Atem of all people that he wanted to be more than friends, wanted to hold him, kiss him and just…be with him.

Looking at him now, just standing there looking so fucking perfect with literally no effort at all…his feelings were painfully obvious to him, as was one particular thought.

Atem was too good for someone like him. 

“You seem distracted.” Atem said, that damned smile on his face which always threatened to turn his insides to mush and unravel him completely. “Is everything okay?” 

He thought Atem sounded nervous, but maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part, his need to feel like he wasn’t alone in the way he felt. 

“Yeah, of course.” He said with a shrug, moving to lean against one of the counters opposite where Atem was standing. 

“Good.” Atem said, relief edging his tone. “Cause I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” 

He nodded slowly, trying to swallow the nervousness he felt. It was never good when someone wanted to talk to you…not in his experience anyway. 

“Okay.” Atem nodded decisively, leaning back against the counter and exuding that air of confidence which seemed to come so effortlessly to him. He supposed it came from his past life. “So I’ve been trying to tell you something for a while now but it’s come to my attention that maybe I should just be a little more direct when it comes to these things.” 

Atem paused and he tried to convince himself to be calm, to not let the way he was feeling show on the outside. He was good at that, he’d had plenty of practice. 

“I don’t know when it happened, but I started thinking about you in a different way…as more than a friend, and I tried to show you that, to sort of test how you felt too but my attempts seemed to fall flat. So now I’m just going to tell you. I want to be with you, to be the one you turn to when things get tough, to be by your side for as long as you’ll have me…” Atem paused and a soft sigh left his lips. “What I’m trying to say is, you’re the bravest, most clever and loyal person I’ve ever met and I love you.” 

For a brief moment he wondered if he’d even heard Atem right, surely he didn’t just say what he thought he’d said. 

It wasn’t possible…was it? 

Atem stood there opposite him and just looked back at him, a hopeful smile on his face and he had no idea what to say. 

“You…love me?” He asked, the words coming out way more shocked than he intended. 

Atem stared back at him, eyebrows raised, mouth open and suddenly he felt like he’d missed something really fucking obvious. 

“Are you serious?” Atem asked after a moment, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes, a quiet laugh leaving his lips. “I’ve only been trying to hint at all of this for months.” 

“Months?” He repeated, unsure of how to react to Atems words. He knew what he wanted to do…but surely they weren’t there yet. 

“Yes, Jou.” Atem sighed softly, his eyes closed for a moment then fixed on him once more, a smile tugged at kissable lips. “I’ve explored every other possible option and the only answer I have is that I love you.” 

There were those three words again, words which until this moment he hadn’t even known he wanted to hear from Atem, hadn’t known he wanted to say back. 

He shifted awkwardly where he was leaning against the kitchen counter, he suddenly felt very out of place in this house he’d been in countless times, in the space he knew as well as his own home. 

Because now things were just a little more real. 

Atem was standing on the other side of the small space, only the island separated them and he wondered what to do next. Oh, he should probably start by saying something, Yugi would probably be back any minute now- 

Yugi. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly and shifted his weight to his other foot then looked back up at Atem, preparing to ask him a question which would make or break him. 

“Um, I thought you were…you know.” He paused but Atem said nothing. “Taken.” He finished awkwardly. 

“By who?” Atem asked, a small frown on his face again. 

Now he really felt like an idiot. How blind had he been to misread something so badly? But really, who could blame him. Yugi and Atem were joined at the hip, practically inseparable ever since Atem was given his second chance at life. 

They lived together, took trips together, were always together. He was sure that to anyone it would be obvious there was something between them. Something more than friendship…but Atems reaction suggested he was wrong. 

“Yugi.” He said with a shrug. 

Atem laughed quietly and nodded. 

“I can see why you might assume we were…” Atem waved a hand vaguely. “But no. Our relationship is purely platonic.” He nodded and looked down at his feet. “We share a strong bond, one which I don’t think will ever be broken but it’s not what you think. You forget that we shared a body for a long time…how that felt and everything that happened isn’t just going to pass now we can live separately. I think we’ll always need each other on some level.” 

“Of course.” He said, looking back up at Atem and shrugging. “Yeah, sorry.” 

“No need.” Atem smiled, then he sighed quietly and pushed himself away from the counter, moving over to the island between them and leaning on the surface, elbows propped up on the top, one hand under his chin. “So…you know how I feel.” 

“Yeah…”

“”I’d like to know how you feel.” Atems voice was soft but insistent, curious but cautious and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked back at the man who he now realised he’d fallen for a long time ago. 

“I…love you too.” He said, the words lifted a weight off his chest which he hadn’t even known was there, filled him with such a sense of relief that he had to laugh. 

Atems smile only grew, then he pushed himself off the counter and stepped around it, that confident smile on his face which Jou loved to see. The one which held the promise of a challenge, the spark in his eyes promised even more and he felt his heart beat faster.

He remained still as Atem pulled at his arm gently, moving him to stand a little straighter as he leaned in closer, a hand brushed against his cheek then soft fingers gripped his chin, leaving him breathless as Atems eyes moved down to his lips. 

“This is the part where I kiss you.” Atem said softly. 

He found his breath again for just long enough to laugh quietly, a hand nervously touched Atems waist, disbelief at what was happening mixing with pure elation as he closed the distance between them. Atems lips were soft, warm and fit so perfectly against his own that he was convinced he was dreaming. 

The feeling of Atem pressing his body against his though, the hard surface of the countertop behind him pressing into his back and the soft breath he could hear from Atem were much too real for his mind to construct. 

Atems kisses were much different than how he imagined them, they were insistent and just the right side of too much but he loved it. He loved the feeling of Atems hands sliding into his hair and pulling him closer, demanding more from him and he was happy to give him whatever he wanted. 

When Atem moved away they both looked at each other, breathing heavily and he couldn’t fight the smile which worked its way onto his face. 

“I love you.” He breathed out, smiling so much it hurt and Atem laughed breathlessly. 

“Show me then.” Atem said, pressing their lips together once more. 

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There's a list of prompts here and I never mind people asking for lil bits of writing ^.^ <3 <3

[eternalera]

hi Pup!!

We’ve finished season 3 (we had a weekend with absolutely nothing to do lol)

Man, Season 3 had a lot happening

THEY TOOK BOOM BOY. (they got him back but still-)

I’ve developed a new respect for Bakugo, there was definitely lots of character development for him this season

Elsa can use fire and ice at the same time now? (I’m pretty sure that’s what I saw in the provisional licence exam)

Bunny boy has a unique fighting style now :D

Also what is Toga planning to do with his blood? I thought it was for making Nomu’s (I definitely spelt that wrong but you get what I mean) but it seems that those are made by All For One… she can transform into others with their blood but she didn’t get much… hm brain wheels are spinning…

Dabi’s kinda like an evil Endeavour (although the real one’s not that far off tbh)

Also also-

When the Compress villain has people in the beads (not sure if that’s what they actually are or not) what would happen if they shattered? Would the person die or be released? Also what does the person inside the bead experience? Is it just like suddenly being in a new location or like sleeping?

Following up from that, when they were dragging Bakugo through Kurogiri’s portal, why didn’t he try fight back at all? I get that Dabi had a hand on his neck but surely an explosion quirk would give you at least a little bit of fire resistance due to the heat explosions make

Boom Boy is in on the secret o.o

Also no more balloon man :c

Follow up from that- how does All Might eat/drink??? Didn’t he get his lungs wrecked and lose his stomach?

Oh also Kota-

Kota’s cool :)

Almost forgot entirely but is the hero Best Jeanist dead? I’m pretty sure he his but idk for sure

Anyway, that’s the season 3 update :D

OMG OMG OMG IM GONNA TRY SO HARD NOT TO SPOIL BECAUSE AAAA!!!

I’ve developed a new respect for Bakugo, there was definitely lots of character development for him this season

THIS!! ive seen a lot of bakugo hate and stuff with people saying that he has no character development but that is JUST not true and it gets even better in later seasons where he does get humbled (quite a bit) and its just *chefs kiss* amazing!! of course he's still aggressive and competitive but it morphs from competition out of hate to respect (hopefully that doesnt spoil too much for you and if it does im really sorry-)

Bunny boy has a unique fighting style now :D

YESS!! our little springtrap/bunny boio is now adapting and evolving in this season and quite honestly i could not be more prouder of him and his endeavorsss!!

Dabi’s kinda like an evil Endeavour (although the real one’s not that far off tbh)

omg he totally is!! like basically the only difference is that one wants to do good and while he does try to he ends up becoming a rather shitty father in the process and with dabi its that hes just a villain cause why not yknow?

When the Compress villain has people in the beads (not sure if that’s what they actually are or not) what would happen if they shattered? Would the person die or be released? Also what does the person inside the bead experience? Is it just like suddenly being in a new location or like sleeping?

hmmm that is a good point, although i dont know if they can be shattered, that being said though since his power is compression i do imagine that the bead is sorta like a crystal trapping them once he compresses them so once its broken i think that it would mean that they would be released?? idk man hopefully not killed-

Following up from that, when they were dragging Bakugo through Kurogiri’s portal, why didn’t he try fight back at all? I get that Dabi had a hand on his neck but surely an explosion quirk would give you at least a little bit of fire resistance due to the heat explosions make

okay!! explanation here on dabi's quirk, his quirk is cremation meaning that his fire is hotter than basically anyone elses in the main or side cast (even endeavor) in fact its so hot that it actually tends to burn his own skin (hence the scars). if even he can't handle his own quirk properly bakugo had no chance of fighting against him not to mention the state that deku and the rest of the class were in. fighting back would've put them all in a worse state and in the end some of them might've been killed.

so the reason he told deku to stay back (and didnt fight back himself) was actually because it was really the only option that they had because deku's arms were ruined and well... yeah the rest of the class is NOT beating the LOV. it was the only option that he had if he wanted to stay alive and he wanted the others to stay alive. not to mention that they were most likely all tired from training before so you have to keep that in mind. hopes this helps :D

Follow up from that- how does All Might eat/drink??? Didn’t he get his lungs wrecked and lose his stomach?

... yeah i have no clue- he is a mystery :P

Almost forgot entirely but is the hero Best Jeanist dead? I’m pretty sure he his but idk for sure

:)

ANYWAYSSSS AAAA im so excited for you to find out everything that happens because all the twists and plots and stuff are just soooo gooddd!!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

The tag rambles in (the post about moth/dead!us fluttering around Foul Legacy) have given me even more random angsty ideas hehehe

Also, for a bit of size context, I personally would see us as an Atlas Moth (they're very pretty, just like everyone here <3).

"in an alternate universe Childe vanished and a sparkly moth started following you around" Ack okay but the simultaneous misery and nostalgia at getting a mini version of the big moth that we love so much. Honestly, I think that prospect would just break us, so here's a few ideas and whatnot: - Underside of the moth's wings would be sparkly, while the topside would probably be some sort of dark purple. - Antennae that look like Legacy's horns <3 <3 - Literal-moth moth would probably try to stick around our hands as much as possible - Unfortunately, we can't pet him like we could when he was mothman. Because, y'know, fragile creature and all that.

"ohhh if the moth gets hurt (because it's so easy for them to get hurt) Foul Legacy starts sobbing" - Moths can't fly again if a wing breaks, unfortunately ;-; - Frankly, I can indeed see Foul Legacy just end up sobbing at a wing of ours being broken (ooo that's a new idea, maybe I'll touch it later...) - Us, with a broken wing, crawling over and around both his claws and mask, also maybe nestling in his fur(hair)? - Uncertain if a soul moth (as I'm gonna call us) needs nutrients like a regular moth. However, if we do, then Foul Legacy may just stop by forests or something frequently in order to keep as as healthy as we can be <3



~ :D Anon (Sorry it took me so long, was busy with tests ehe)

Note: I removed the link, hopefully it'll send this time? If it does, then woop-

aaaa yeah tumblr asks can be very VERY finicky especially on anon for some reason??? once i tried to send one in and it wouldn't let me because i had too many commas, tsk tsk!!! (original ask here <33)

Foul Legacy little moth: !!!! oh my goodness imagine you're in that state where you're trying so hard to cling onto hope, trying so hard to seem fine so you don't worry your friends and family- and it seems like the little moth that started following you everywhere only helps you heal, or at least people think it should since it's a constant, comforting presence

but the moth knows the truth- it knows how you sometimes break down when you're alone in your room, no matter how happy you try to seem during the day. it knows how you cry into your hands, your sobs of "where could he be?" as you despair over your lost Abyssal monster, your missing Foul Legacy

the little moth can only perch on your fingers, fuzzy antennae waving in your face like it's trying to wipe away your tears, and despite your sadness you still find the energy to cup your friend in your hands and smile wearily- just as kind as Childe remembers

you little moth: Foul Legacy will break if his tiny moth companion gets hurt- even more so if it was by him, even on accident. his talons and armor is sharp, deadly to something so small and delicate, and he cradles the moth in his hands and weeps. the little insect flicks its antennae, almost as if it's trying to reassure him, but all he can see is the rip in the poor thing's wing

he doesn't know the moth is you, intent on keeping him company even after death- he simply knows that it feels familiar, that the creature is dear to him and someone to be treasured, for when else will a moth willingly become friends with a beast? he swears you keep you safe from now on, allowing you to snuggle into his fluff or hair, away from his claws and teeth. occasionally you'll go and perch on one of his horns, happily enjoying the breeze that you can't fly in anymore, at least not as well

on particularly peaceful days he tentatively allows you to sit on one of his claws, basking in the sun and looking awfully proud of yourself despite being a moth. you flutter your wings and he flutters his back, and Legacy can see you happily waving your antennae in the air

at those moments, Childe knows peace

[grubliinu]

Hello, apologies if this is interrupting your day but i absolutely in love with your writing which is very immersive! I want to write like you. Do you have any recommendations for sources and tips of writing for beginners? Also thank you so much for all the fics. Love them <3

Aaaa oh my gosh this comment just made my day, thank you so much I'm really flattered you think so highly of my writing skills! Sorry it took me a while to reply, I have been busy and wanted to take my time writing a reply. Hopefully, you'll find this useful!

I can't think of any specific sources I have used but my tumblr should have some stuff if you search the ''writing'', writing stuff'' and writing reference'' tags (I think those are the ones I use but man, I really should organize them better lmao) But here are also some other tips I use frequently while writing that I can think from the top of my head:

1) Make a separate document to ''doodle'' on This is a big one for me. I'm not quite sure what kind of writer you are (are you the type to meticulously plan everything before you start writing, or do you go with the flow?) so I don't know how useful this is for you, but I am strictly the former. When I start planning a fic, I make two files – the actual fic, and a separate document that is basically a sketchbook but for writing. There, I write down everything, from ideas to random bits of dialogue that I thought sounded cool and could be used in the future.

Another thing this doodle document is super useful for is creating summaries. Since I write a lot of angst, I often have to write scenes that deal with the character's emotions and inner thoughts. While I like writing that type of stuff, I often struggle to articulate my thoughts and interpretation into something coherent that I can put into words and I have discovered that simply writing a short breakdown essay of every aspect I want to explore in that particular scene. For example, in chapter 4 of Lungs Full of Roses, when Childe destroys the hilichurl camp, in that scene, I wanted to establish how he views his relationship with the tsaritsa and family, as well as reveal how he really feels about Zhongli, so I wrote separate sections for Tsaritsa, Childe's family, and Zhongli, and how Childe feels about them using very simple terms.

I also tend to never erase anything from those documents so that I can revisit an idea in the future. Instead, I just make the font smaller for those parts!

2) Balance between purple prose and ''pragmatic'' (idk what to call it really) This is especially related to your question since this is something that is constantly on my mind as I write – I love using a poetic style of writing full of words that I think sound pretty. However, I personally can't read writing that only consist of that type of purple prose, so I often have to resist the temptation to add more poetic flair to the more mundane parts. But honestly, sometimes you just gotta focus on making the plot move from point A to point B and that's okay! Every sentence doesn't have to be a work of art – in fact, I personally think (or hope in the case of my own writing) that saving the poetics for the more emotional scenes makes them hit even deeper.

3) Use gestures to convey emotions This is like an actual tip from writers but it's also something I try to be aware of when I write. Instead of using something like 'he felt angry', try something like 'he clenched his fist' etc. to convey the anger. The Internet is full of lists of body language and gestures that are created for writers and I recommend checking those out! You can also use metaphors to convey emotions – using the example above, you could write something like ''anger surged through him like a wave''. I like to mix gestures and metaphors.

You can also use the structure of the sentence to convey emotion. For example, if the character is angry, use short sentences. If they're panicking, convey that panic by using a longer sentence that just kinda spirals into panic. (I don't know how to explain so here's an example from Lungs Full of Roses where Childe is both angry and panicking lmao)

[Childe breathed in. Out. He felt trapped, like a giant beast in a small cage, and Archons how he hated it. Hated how his skin crawled with the need for action, hated how his instincts were screaming at him about nonexistent eyes watching his every movement even though he knew that he was alone. A part of him, the part that had been forged by the suffocating mists of the Abyss, itched to destroy his room, no, actually the room wasn't enough – destroy the hotel, the city, the whole goddamn region that prided itself on the fictitious freedom and cloying wine until nothing but ashes remained.] 

As you might have noticed, I wrote ''he felt trapped'' – which is what I just said to avoid. However, I remember thinking that the scene needed something short and simple and I figured that this was the way to go – which goes to show that the rules of writing aren't set in stone and you can absolutely break them if you want (imo the only rule I think everyone should follow is to USE PARAGRAPHS if you write fics, it is really hard to read fics that don't use them)

Annnd that's about what I can currently think of, hopefully, there was something that you find useful! My writing style is something that has been developing for over ten years so it is hard for me to like actually explain it so I'm really sorry this is so disjointed. Again, thank you so much for your kind words, I'm so glad that you sent me this message anon!

[reuniited]

@songzhong​

    Lumine had been pondering over this for a good chunk of time. Should she ask Zhongli to join her on her journey? Maybe it was more of a quest, than a journey… Either way, it depended on if the other was open to join in on her travels.

   Sure, Paimon was always by her side, and some of her other friends occasionally joined her- But it was a bit different to ask Zhongli if he wanted to take part in finding a way to Inazuma and get into whatever trouble that would find them there rather than some simple commission. Though, there were still a few other problems she wished to take care of before hightailing it to another nation in hope to find more clues (and to try to understand this world better).

   Despite how much she’d prefer to avoid trouble (that’s a lie, she often strides straight into it), trouble with a capital T would surely find them. She was confident that a certain funeral consultant would be able handle whatever found them, if he came along. But the problem was that she couldn’t be sure what exactly was up ahead.    

   And while she could spend her time thinking up numerous scenarios of what could happen- it wasn’t really getting her anywhere. 

   If anything, Zhongli might be able to give her a few pointers even if he doesn’t come along. 

   Nonetheless, Lumine still needed to find him so she could ask him. As she left the waypoint (offering some mora to Paimon so Paimon could go off and find lunch), the traveler made her way towards the funeral parlor. If Zhongli wasn’t there, there were a few other places she could look, but she really hoped this didn’t become a game of accidental hide n’ seek. 

    Lumine wouldn’t say she was running through the streets of the harbor, but a few bystanders might disagree (but she hasn’t ran into anyone, so she didn’t really see the problem) considering the looks she got. Though, once she made it to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Lumine finally slowed down to a stop.

   Seeing that the door was unlocked, the traveler peeked her head in. 

   (even if Zhongli wasn’t here, Hu Tao or Ferrylady might know)

   “Hello?”  

[lyjikyu]

KISS YOU ✧ 박정우

lowercase intended! and this one's pretty long aswell. I couldn't put a "keep reading" button since Im using my phone (and I don't know how to put one in mobile) so please bare with this until I could use my laptop !! (ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ)

"It took a lot of confidence for me to say this, though It seems like you don't feel the same, so if you could ..maybe just... kiss me once?"

jeongwoo, your best friend since your start of junior high (and your crush since junior high) asked you to have a date with him near the beach on your neighborhood. well technically he originally said if it would be okay for you two to take a stroll on the side of the beach, since he wanted to tell you something important. but it still sounded like a date to you.

also, what did he want to tell you? was he switching schools and leaving you by yourself from now on? no no no it can't be that bad. ignoring all the thoughts and physically shaking your head you chose to just forget about it, you didn't want to stress yourself before your date!

"jeongwoo hey!" you wave your hands at the boy standing infront of you. "o..oh y/n hey! Im sorry about that. I was just thinking about some things ... in school" he laughs awkwardly. he sure is acting a bit weird..

"alriight. so what did you want to tell me?" you smile and started walking to anywhere at this point. the beach was very beautiful this afternoon so you couldn't help but just want to admire it from everywhere.

"well, its pretty....embarassing" he sighs. what is this "embarassing important" thing he wants to tell you? did he get a girlfriend and you just assumed this whole date thing?? you couldn't stop overthinking, you just wanted him to spill it all. "I uh y/n?" jeongwoo looks away, biting his lower lip. he looked really nervous and you were too aswell.

your heart was beating so fast, it wasn't because you were excited, you were actually feeling really anxious. never in your years of friendship you would think that jeongwoo could make you feel this anxious. it was quite scary.

"uhm.. this is all of a sudden but I originally wanted to tell you this last valentines day. but I chickened out. so before I do it again, I would just want to tell you that... I like you" you stopped walking. he likes you? he likes..you. your heart dropped as his words repeat in your mind. he actually likes you back!

"It took me a lot of confidence for me to say that, though It seems like you don't feel the same, so if you could ..maybe just... k..kiss me once?" he stutters. what is he saying? you thought to yourself. you sigh – to contain your laughter and walked back to him.

did he really think you didn't like him back? "huh? jeongwoo what are you saying? I like you back idiot!" you laugh, you couldn't see his reaction since you were laughing too hard but you did hear him say "oh my gosh" quietly. "I can't believe I just made a fool of myself by saying that. can I just erase my whole existence" he covers his face with both his hands.

you've seen flustered jeongwoo before but it felt different knowing you caused this whole thing. then suddenly – without thinking, you grab both his hands and removed them from his face. leaving him confused and still flustered. "w..what are you doing? y/n?" he looks at you – feeling so many emotions as you lean in close to his face, giving him a quick peck on his lips.

apparently that caused you two to go insane inside. and now your both looking away from each other. if anyone was ever at the beach at the same time as you two were, this whole thing would be such a scene to look at.

"why did you that!?" jeongwoo whines. "Im sorry, I didn't know what I was doing???" you whine back. well you two were stubborn. "..I thought you wanted..me to kiss you" you spoke, looking down. "Y..yeah! I did say that but.. I wasn't expecting you to actually...kiss me" he was speaking so quietly you almost didn't hear him. you sighed, defeated by his stuborness. "It was just a peck but.. If it makes you feel better ..that was my first kiss..if it counts as one" he – finally turns to look at you and says "same"

your smile finally came back and so was his. this day was definitely chaotic but atleast you got yourself a boyfriend now! a goofy and shy one.

AAAA!! Its finished, my bestfriend @tigeryoshii helped me with this one so credits to her aswell! hopefully everyone found this great, and wasn't cringy ㅠㅠ. have a nice time everybody ! 'till next timee ( ꈍᴗꈍ) <3

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TREASURE MASTERLIST

[wonderland-in-bloom]

the best with you here

[malleus draconia x reader]

anon asked: Hi~, first let me tell you that I love the way you write and that’s why I want to ask you a request is you don’t mind, maybe a reader who hate make birthday parties because have the superstition that bad things always happen that day, but she notice and feels bad that no one invite Malleus at any event so with her b-day close decide made a costume party with the purpose to invite Malleus, but she invite him in the most top secret because she don’t want that the others get scared for his presence

omg im blushing 0///-///0 thank uu anon! i love how all of your guys’s requests are so cute and so creative aaaa 

♡

BIRTHDAY parties were never really your thing. ever since you were younger, you couldn’t even remember the last time you had a birthday party. even your parents knew you had a thing against it. you just believed that there was something wrong with it. you always had a gut feeling that something bad was just gonna happen. it doesn’t give you good vibes either. and thus you decided to avoid them your whole life, so you were never really hyped about your birthday. but this year...something changed. 

ever since enrolling into night raven college you noticed one thing that a lot of students had in common (besides rushing to get food at the cafeteria by the bakery that comes once a month) and that was the fact that malleus draconia was never invited to anything. and when you mean anything, you mean anything. you honestly felt bad for that poor guy, and you knew that he always wanted to be in events but again...everyone was just scared of him you guess. “(y/n)-chan is it true your birthay is coming up soon?” riddle asked you while all of the students in heartslabyul was having an un-birthday party. “ah are you going to throw a birthday party?” ace asked you. “hmm...i think so.” cater heard this and spit his tea out back into the cup. “WHAT?! YOU?! A BIRTHDAY PARTY?!” he choked out. you two had been best friends since childhood and he’s heard plenty of your rants about not wanting to have birthday parties. 

“yeah...i feel like this year i should change things up. after all, it is somewhat of an important age this year.” you shrugged. “WOAH! THAT’S COOL! prefect riddle can we have the party in the heartslabyul garden then?” ace asked him. riddle sighed but nodded anyways. “considering (y/n) is a part of heartslabyul. not to mention this is one of her first birthday parties i assume. and well, you can’t go wrong with too many parties...i don’t see why not?” everyone in the table cheered and honestly so did you. you just avoided birthday parties so often you forgot how the superstition started anyways. “so, who are you going to be inviting (y/n)?” trey asked you. you had the thought lingering in the back of your head. you were definitely going to invite malleus. you just had to keep it a secret from the other students. but how..? “i’m thinking some students from savanaclaw...you know like jack, maybe leona and ruggie too. i guess why not invite jade and floyd too they seem fun...azul as well. kalim would definitely make the party more alive and jamil’s gotta be there to make sure he doesn’t burn the gardens down.” and thus the list continued but not once did you mention malleus’s name. 

“ne, what about the theme? is there going to be one?” cater asked all excitedly. you thought about it for a while, that’s when an excellent idea came in mind. “a costume party sounds fun.” the people around you starts getting riled up and excited. it did sound fun. and it was an excellent way to sneak malleus to your party without anyone noticing. “alright! i’m excited for this! can’t wait to take a lot of pictures too!” cater pulled you close to him. “you can count on your best friend/party planner cater!” you giggled but excused yourself from the unbirthday party a little bit early. “where are you going (y/n)?” deuce asked you. “i have something to take care of! and you know, maybe start inviting people if i bump into them.” you smiled and hurriedly left the heartslabyul dorm. you weren’t going to go and storm into the diasomnia dorms so you decided you’d look for malleus in that one place you always see him lurking. and you were right. he was just walking around the abandoned ramshackle dorm. “malleus-kun!” you waved over to him and he was honestly a bit shocked. you two weren’t total strangers but you two weren’t the closest of friends either. 

truth be told you might even have a little teeny tiny crush on him, but you never told anyone that, and even you refused to accept it yourself. you ran towards his way and greeted him. “so listen...i’m going to have a birthday in two weeks time and i was thinking...if you wanted to come?” his eyes widened. “i’m invited?” you smiled and nodded. “of course you are! what kind of person would i be if i didn’t invite you?” he chuckled and rested his hand on your shoulder. “you certainly are different from the others.” alright you were screaming inside. “but the others..?” you sighed. of course he’d ask that. he’s fully aware that people doesn’t like him near them. poor thing. “i actually decided to make it a costume party. you know so people actually won’t really know.” it was him who sighed this time. “(y/n) are you sure you want me there? is it not too much of a hassle if i went?” you’d honestly have the guts to steal vil’s cosmetics to have malleus come to your party. “yes of course! you are invited! i really don’t mind what the others think. and besides as the birthday girl, you are expected to come and if you don’t...” you trailed off trying to think of a sorry excuse of a punishment. “i’ll slap you!” you realized how stupid that sounded and blushed. he just chuckled. adorable he thought to himself. 

“alright then i’ll be there.” he smirked. “how will you know it’s me though? am i not supposed to be a secret?” you smirked back at him. “of course i will. i’ll recognize you anywhere. i’m just curious to see what kind of costume you’ll try to impress me with.” and with that you left running back to the heartslabyul dorm. you had to admit, you were actually really excited up to the point where you couldn’t even sleep. the next two weeks were just filled with planning, preparations, and countless nights of you just hugging your pillow out of pure excitement. the night finally came when you were having your party. cater insisted that the birthday girl should be relaxing and just waiting for everyone to pile inside but you really wanted to greet everyone who entered. and honestly it was just an excuse you’d greet malleus. so during the night of the party you greeted everyone who came. you loved seeing everyone else’s costumes. ruggie dressed up as leona and you found that super cute. kalim dressed up in super colorful and flashy feathers resembling some type of parrot? and jamil wore an outfit which somewhat resembled a serpent. by the time almost everyone you invited showed up he still hasn’t shown up. you sighed and started to turn back, heading to the crowd but you felt a hand grasp you. 

“i didn’t want to get slapped by the birthday girl, so i followed her wishes.” you turned around and laughed when you saw what he wore. he was some kind of reaper, with a skeletal mask and cloak covering his horns, but you could recognize those piercing green eyes from anywhere. “you actually made it.” you were overjoyed. malleus looked up and down, assessing what you were wearing. you were wearing a long, bold red dress with a couple of gold lace detailing here and there. your hair was done in a bun and your makeup was perfect (props to pro tips from vil and rook). “hmm...is this not supposed to be a costume party? i don’t know what kind of costume you’re wearing.” he joked and you were actually a little bit shocked that the infamous malleus draconia could crack up a joke. “you look beautiful anyways.” he bent down and lifted up his mask and kissed your hand. OKAY. YOU DIED. on the other hand however, you had a great time at the party. everyone was really fun and no one even noticed that malleus was there. you glanced at him a couple of times and looked at how happy he was, and honestly, that made you really happy. by the end of the night most of the students started leaving except for your closest friends. as you finished saying goodbyes to some of the students malleus tugged on your hand. 

“come here i have to show you something.” so you followed malleus (wherever he was taking you) and trailed behind him. “close your eyes.” you didn’t trust him and pouted. “you won’t fall don’t worry. wouldn’t want to be ruining that pretty face of yours.” so you listened to him and hopefully he wasn’t lying. he carefully guided you and even caught you in some instances where you almost tripped. “okay. now open your eyes.” your eyes fluttered open to reveal a serene, tranquil lake. the moon reflected on it’s surface and fireflies floated around it’s surroundings. “malleus...it’s so...” he brought a finger up to your lips and shushed you. with a click of his fingers, the lake illuminated with a bunch of lanterns in the shape of water lilies with a green flame. being the gentleman he is, malleus took out a blanket (out of thin air!) and set it down on the grass for you to sit on. “please.” you couldn’t stop smiling. this was the best birthday you could’ve ever asked for. you couldn’t have asked for more. the night was just filled with so many fun events and memories you would cherish forever. you and malleus talked with each other while enjoying the scenery of the lake. you stayed there until it was around 1 am and you both honestly forgot about time. 

you rested your head on his shoulder and his right hand was rested on your waist. “was this a good birthday?” you smiled. “the best.” you looked up at him. “besides, you’re here with me. i couldn’t ask for more.” the lanterns dimmed and you two were only illuminated by the moonlight. adds to the atmosphere. he leaned down while you leaned forwards. both of your lips met. you smiled into the kiss and not long after, pulled away to gasp for air. your foreheads rested against each other’s. “happy birthday (y/n). i love you.”

“i love you too, malleus.” and from that day onwards, you were always looking forward to your birthday even more. 

BONUS: “where the hell did (y/n) run off to?!” ace complained as his back was sore from cleaning up after the party. “well she is the birthday girl, so i guess it’s fine if she doesn’t clean up.” deuce added. riddle, trey, cater, deuce, and ace were going all around the school to find you. they passed by a lake and saw two figures sitting by the shore. the five popped their heads out from a bush and died when they saw that it was you and malleus. ace and deuce were about to scream but were quickly silenced using magic by riddle. “AAAAH! TOTES SHIP THIS!” cater squealed to himself as he took a picture of the of the both of you. cater kept telling you since you were kids that one day, somethings gonna make you look forward to your birthday. and he was right. 

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okay this was long and i spent a way longer time writing this. IT WAS SO DAMN CUTE I COULDN’T HELP IT. I DIED WRITING IT TOO LIKE THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I JUST SQUEALED TO MYSELF AAAAAA. anyways, for those celebrating their birthday in lockdown (like yours truly a while back), hopefully this fic can make you somewhat happier and hopefully you’ll still have a good one even in situations like these :))

love, a♕

[onyourzeus]

• stress-free | kwp

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: stress-free pairing: kim wonpil (of day6) & you (she/her pronouns) genre: FLUFF, college!au words: 3.4k

author’s note: @pirimiritiddy​ requested a fic about wonpil, and here it is. it went on for longer than i previously planned, buuuuut. i hope it’s still okay aaaa 

(this is the 1st time i’ve written something for wonpil so if i get his personality wrong, i do apologize. i am also a baby myday huhu)

this dot fic (bullet style) is part of the falling asleep on the bus scenario that i intend to write for each day6 member. check out the others: dowoon (currently only 2/5 completed)

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

wonpil hates his schedule for this winter term 

who assigns a class that is only available at seven in the evening??

3 times a week

during THE WINTER

did he mention it’s a major lecture he’s required to take?? 

psychology of stress, more like

this class is giving him the kind of stress it is specifically warning its students about 

anyway, what can he say. he chose this major, there’s only 1 more term after this one and then finally: graduation

it’ll be fine, he’ll live

thank the heavens they didn’t need to attend the first two meetings, but some reading material was provided 

and was expected by the professor to have been read and reflected upon 

the class is really living up to its name because when wonpil opened the pdf 

it was 30 pages of tiny font sized sentences (for ants!) about the definition of stress and how it affects every part of the body yada yada yada

wonpil tried. he really tried 

that is to say he fell asleep on his desk while going over the same 20th page of the document 

if it weren’t for jae shaking him awake, he’d miss his first night class 

it would’ve been nice… if only the professor didn’t take attendance (something about being generous enough to make the first 2 classes “free,” so everyone has an obligation to come in for the remainder of the semester)

great, he’s stuck freezing his ass off just walking to the bus stop alone 

hopefully they turn the heater all the way up in the auditorium or else

the thousands spent in tuition would have literally been for nothing

overdramatic wonpil, can you blame him 

he thinks about reading the remaining 10 pages on the bus, even if he knows nothing of value will be absorbed

he wants to tries anyway, he does feel a little bit refreshed from that impromptu nap 

the bus has arrived, and it’s packed as usual; a lot of the students riding the shuttle are just yet to take off in the following stops

wonpil squeezes his way inside, 30 pages of stress psychology research gripped in both hands 

“excuse me, sorry,” wonpil mumbles, eyeing for a spot to sit to make him comfortable 

because once all the people standing up leave, it’s usually a race for the exit 

he’ll never understand college students

finally, he sees an empty seat way in the back. there was a girl on one end and two other students who seem to be ready to get off on the right side

wonpil doesn’t mind sitting next to someone, but once those 2 are gone he’ll just scoot over to give the girl on the left some privacy 

she seems very much in deep sleep anyway, wonpil wonders if her stop is coming or she’s riding to go to campus? 

wonpil doesn’t have time to think about other people, it causes him unnecessary stress

once sat down, his eyes focus on the last page he left off of 

the words register as gibberish in his brain, and with the bus moving so much it makes it even more difficult to follow along the paragraphs

wonpil takes in a deep breath, holds it in, and sighs very heavily 

his patience is usually the best out of his friends, but this class is turning more and more into the psychology of how to get you stressed tf out instead 

the bus nears its next stop, and the two people on his side stand up to leave, yes he can breathe normal air

however

hold on

his shoulder feels heavy 

turning his head slightly, for some reason once the bus had stopped its engine the girl’s head had flipped over to lean against wonpil’s shoulder instead 

oh no oh no oh no 

his shoulders suddenly freeze, as if blasted with a ray gun filled with ice 

it’s heavy and he can’t move, it’s numb and this girl’s hair is splayed all over his his sweater 

and she

she smells of coffee, and wonpil inhales it in

it’s not foul or anything, but it’s definitely exuding notes of espresso bean and freshly roasted coffee 

it makes wonpil feel a little more awake 

but he still can’t move his shoulders, and suddenly he’s panicking because the bus started moving again and even though capacity has lessened by 80%

someone decided to sit on the other end of the row he’s at

so if he even attempts to move, he’ll still be seated next to someone 

wonpil grumbles, lower lip jutting forward

something shifts

and he realizes he shook his shoulders a little bit with his frustration

“ah…” he exclaims inaudibly, panicking at the possibility that he had woken her up from her nap

wonpil tenses up, shoulders stiff and eyes peering at his side to see what she’s up to

she lifts her head just a few inches off of wonpil’s shoulder, and for a moment he’s relieved that maybe she realizes what’s going on

but wonpil only hears a soft yawn coming from her, and she returns to using his very rigid shoulder as her pillow during this bus ride

let’s just say that the next thirteen minutes was more stress-inducing than wonpil wanted it to be

right when the bus reaches the final stop (main campus), wonpil exerts any and all efforts he has to shake his shoulder, up and down, enough to elicit an awake response from this stranger 

the moment he feels her let up, wonpil dashes through that bus door like there’s no tomorrow

he is greeted with the coldest wind hitting his face, and his shoulder feeling numb from all the.. pillow roleplaying it did, if you will 

wonpil feels bad, borderline guilty for leaving her like that— what if she’s asleep until now?? he can almost hear soft snores from her end for a minute there, too, and it took so much of wonpil to resist chuckling at it while in panic mode simultaneously

suffice to say, he was not able to read the rest of the document

in wonpil’s defense, he had encountered it first hand — how stress overcomes one’s body and mind 

he forces himself to focus on what’s ahead, as boring as it sounds

he enters the lecture hall with a few minutes so spare, deciding to sit in the back

the projector screens are big and wonpil is not about to take his chances of getting called on today

luckily enough, he finds a row with visibly no other student sitting around the area 

shoulder feeling more alive, he comes back to his senses as well 

he takes off his outer sweater as it had become toastier inside. he still had a couple layers beneath his clothes

as the professor starts talking, wonpil finds himself yawning a few times

he doesn’t know if the video playing on screen is boring him or the girl in the bus affected his sleepiness

suddenly he remembers the smell of coffee, and how that’d sound real good right about now 

he slaps both of his cheeks lightly, trying to take him back in the zone of at least writing down important notes 

he’s on the fifth bullet point of his note-taking when the door behind him opens abruptly

it wasn’t loud or disrupting to the whole class, virtually no one even batted an eye

but thats because they’re far from the door

and wonpil is literally ten feet away, so when he feels the cold suddenly hit his back he had to know the source of the sudden hit in temperature

the class hadn’t been going on for less than an hour, and there have been students coming in on the other end of the auditorium

so wonpil isn’t that surprised that another student has just arrived 

he caught a glimpse of her hair, but that’s about it as wonpil goes back to his tedious notes 

until the very same person scoots herself in wonpil’s row

he huffs under his breath, the illusion of some privacy now shattered 

with a polite (semi-forced) smile, wonpil turns to the side to greet his classmate

again, wonpil becomes frozen in spot 

kind of like when you feel a magnetic pull somewhere, you follow it

and then suddenly you see it from afar, not believing your eyes if it’s actually real; if it’s actually there

in wonpil’s case, he’s one seat away from her

recognizing the flow of her hair, but more importantly

that distinct scent of coffee beans from her clothes 

this time, wonpil has a clear look on her face and he’s… speechless 

his polite smile has turned into a look of awe, eyes glued towards her 

she senses his gaze, turns to him and quickly bows down as a polite greeting 

“sorry, but has the class been going on for a while?” 

she speaks 

“oh, um, what— what?” 

“oh,” she looks confused, but rephrases her question, “what time did the class start? i had a hard time finding this lecture hall.” 

she’s talking to him, not just leaning her head on his shoulder

“seven” 

was all wonpil could say 

“it started at 7? cool, i’m not that late then!” she cheers, grinning shyly. wonpil watches the way she puts a strand of hair tucked beneath her ear. she’s pulling out her laptop from her bag when she notices a pair of wide eyes still on her person

“is… is this seat taken?” she asks, and wonpil hasn’t even taken in the fact that this is the same person from the bus 

“yes” 

tongue-tied wonpil strikes again, blinking back his own obliviousness to her question

“i mean— no, now it is, by you. you’re sitting there, um, i— feel free to sit wherever you want”

he’s scrambling for his words, flustered cheeks heating up amidst the warmth of the room

she just nods her head in understanding, and wonpil finally realizes he’s been staring at her direction for longer than he should have

“STRESS” 

the professor verbalized into her mic which causes wonpil to look to the front all of a sudden 

right, right. he’s at a lecture. what’s gotten him so fidgety and embarrassed and now all that he’s pretending to type on his google doc is

sdfjfjdfhshllsghgjghsh

just so he looks busy next to the girl who fell asleep on him on the bus

was there any point in preoccupying his mind with thoughts of her, and her head resting on him? no it’s stupid, wonpil knows this. 

people do it all the time, by accident, due to exhaustion, they don’t mean a thing by it

but wonpil is curious, and this is going to kill him. for sure

so he peeks at her again, and like a normal, decent student that she is (compared to wonpil at this point let’s be real) her hands are busy hand writing whatever the professor was saying

meanwhile, wonpil continues to sdfjskgnglddfjs his way to a passing B in this class

even in this large, spacious lecture hall he can still take in her scent

maybe it’s a new perfume that’s up and coming, that’s why it smells so strongly on her

oh! he can ask that? hey, do you mind sharing what line of perfume you’re using? it smells really good

it sounds like a common question, right? i mean if you wear strong fragrances you’re bound to be asked a question about it

he’s about to ask, he really was so ready to ask, what was he gonna lose? his dignity? 

over a simple, inquisitive question? 

“and now before we go on a twenty minute break, it’s time to introduce yourself to the person sitting close to you”

...

why do college professors have to do this? 

wonpil bites his lip, at this point in time he’s a senior who’s fed up with ice breakers like this. if it were any other person sitting next to him, in front of him, behind him— he would just go with his usual introduction

“hi i’m kim wonpil, studying psychology and i graduate in the spring. i’m taking this class for a major requirement” 

then go about his merry way.

but with her? she and him have history

sort of, and it’s the kind of history that is recent and wonpil is unsure if she is even aware of the weird string of fate-like connection they have 

or, wonpil, hear your consciousness out

it’s not a big deal, and in the scenario she doesn’t remember she fell asleep on the bus on another person

then you can just say hi like usual, and cut the string of fate there and then

(but does wonpil really want that?)

“hi”

oh crap she’s started it 

wonpil braces himself for whatever outcome this interaction comes out to. he’ll let her speak, and tailor his response from there

“i’m sorry, this might be really weird but that’s your sweater, right?” 

so she didn’t give her name, her major, anything substantial about herself but instead shoots wonpil a question

pointing at the sweater that’s draped on the seat in front of wonpil

wonpil doesn’t even check to look. he gulps, nods his head and squeaks, “yeah… why?” 

something in her eyes flash by, almost like a glint of recognition

she puts a hand on her mouth, and wonpil can make out the faintest shade of pink blushing its way to her ears

it’s kinda cute

“did someone happen to… fall asleep on you on the bus coming to campus today?” 

“... yes?” 

“that was me” she buries her face even further into her hands, almost lowering down to the chair 

wonpil thought she was gonna fall for some reason so he had to remedy the situation somewhat

“i.. i, um, did you have a good nap?” 

great comeback 

wonpil was so ready to leave the auditorium and never come back after the break

but he hears her giggle, and slowly come out of her shyness

and it’s a sweet sight, to finally see the way her cheeks look full of embarrassed laughter

as she twirls around a length of hair nervously

and taps the pen on the surface of her desk repeatedly 

it was endearing, and wonpil forgets about why he was panicking in the first place 

she then explains that she had work the whole day, and only had an hour to rest up before going to this 7pm class

wonpil listens intently, watching her mannerisms and the lilt in her voice when she continues to apologize for falling asleep on him without realizing it

“i’m not usually a deep sleeper, but work was exceptionally tiring today and i just needed at least a bit of shut eye” wonpil nods understandingly, almost worried about her health

“where do you work if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“at the coffee shop a few blocks away from campus,” she answers, head tilting to the side “i’m still wearing my uniform for it… is it too obvious?”

wonpil didn’t even realize her black long sleeves was a cafe uniform

but it did explain her strong coffee smell 

“something like that,” wonpil decided to say, curling his lips upward, feeling content and relieved at the turnout of events 

for the 20 minute break, wonpil thought they’d reconcile over what transpired between them and mind their own business soon enough— even if he thinks it’s hard to do that now knowing something about her

which intrigues wonpil 

and, quite frankly, he’d like to talk to her more

just so he has an excuse to watch her emotions paint her face beautifully

but there was a pause right after their short conversation 

and in real Awkward Wonpil Fashion, he shows her the 30 page reading material, in all of its flimsy glory and starts asking questions about it

“so uh did you read the whole thing? i thought it was interesting up until the part that i dozed off” 

and wonpil got his wish; he sees her eyes shine in surprise at his sudden attempt of an intellectual discussion

but she doesn’t deter him away

and actually, she’s read the whole damn thing. and wonpil was beyond amazed at the level of detail she explains to him about the parts he didn’t understand

he actually starts typing real notes while she was talking

this made her laugh in between her explanations, and wonpil didn’t understand what was so funny about

the fight or flight response

“it’s just. the way you’re typing this down so seriously, i’m sure the prof can explain it better”

wonpil shakes his head no, shakes it so much it hurt his temples

she laughs again, and he likes hearing that sound

“do you want to see what i’ve typed the past hour and a half of this class?’

“bet :p”

“actually nevermind” flashbacks of dsfkjsdjffdslkg ring true in wonpil’s mind as he quickly backspaces the nonsense in his notes

and the conversation continues from more psychology talks, to figuring out they’re in the same major but she’s a recent transfer student from last year 

and had been juggling work and school since the start of her senior year

wonpil wonders why he hasn’t seen her in the coffee shop yet

he would have done a double take the first time meeting her there for sure

“oh you’re too kind,” she suddenly replies??? 

wonpil had said his thoughts out loud 

without further embarrassing him, she says that she had only started working there since it’s more convenient for her; wonpil feels grateful she doesn’t dwell on the compliment any longer

alas, the break finishes and the droll of the professor’s voice reverberates throughout the room

this time, though, wonpil definitely feels more alert (awake enthusiastic) as the two of them exchange little comments about the class material

and before you know it, class is over and wonpil is an excited bunny. since they’re by the door they got to leave before everyone else

wonpil thinks it’s time to part ways… but this time they’re not fully strangers at all. they’re taking the same class, same major, they even know each other’s name. 

surely this isn’t the last time, right?

“hey, wonpil…” he didn’t even realize that they have started walking towards the bus stop together

“hm?”

“i think i owe you one,” she starts, stopping her tracks to face him. eyebrows up in hesitation, wonpil waits for her to finish

“you know, for taking over your personal space for my own comfort”

“oh that? haha that’s nothing :)” honestly if wonpil can do it again he’d volunteer in a heartbeat

“no, really. let me make it up to you. coffee? on me? i make a mean cappuccino” she winks 

it strikes through wonpil’s heart 

no need for resuscitation.. yet

“or a matcha latte? whatever you’d like it’ll be on me”

“anything!” wonpil exclaims, suddenly realizing the offer being given to him, the excitement bubbling up inside him again. “i mean, anything you’d like to have me try. surprise me,” he corrects himself

that manages to have her grin widely, eyes twinkling in excitement similar to wonpil’s and he thinks

they can get along

they can get to know each other better this way 

“would you be up to go for one now?” 

“oh— oh! now?” 

“yeah, that way none of us takes the risk of falling asleep back on the bus hehe” 

well, he really wouldn’t mind that happening a second time

“really now, wonpil?”

andddd he exposed himself again

it’s fine, she tugs his hand slightly to lead him to the bus that has arrived and wonpil follows in a daze

it’s a little full, so they have no other choice but to stand and hold onto the railings above

“guess no falling asleep here…” she teases, and now wonpil can’t use his hands to hide his blushing face

but the feeling of her just close by 

and the scent of coffee lingering in the air

in between them

just inches away from each other

it’ll do for now

[artificialqueens]

A Vampire in Paris: Part 3 (Gigi/Crystal) - Chae

A/N: well this took ten times longer than i expected… so sorry for the wait! (was anyone waiting? idk) hopefully I can update this at LEAST once a week for now ee. anyway thank you all so much for the support on the first two chapters, i’m so glad people enjoy my wacky fashion-vampire fantasy

Summary:  Gigi has an… interesting encounter with the supermodel trio and makes some big changes with Crystal

—-

Well, this was a situation.

Gigi broke out into a slight sweat as Aquaria, Naomi, and Valentina peered right into her soul at the cafe. She smiled awkwardly as she took a sip of water, seemingly the only one who actually drank… or ate. And she was eating a salad! In Paris! What the fuck were they looking at her like that for?!

The youngest model was still tired from the previous night, trying to push down her discomfort with happy thoughts of kissing Crystal. The ginger had tried desperately to look her best for her lunch date with the supermodels, shocked that they still didn’t seem impressed. After a long bout of silence as the three older girls eyed Gigi eating, Valentina piped up across from her.

“Gigi… what’s that short for?”

The aforementioned girl swallowed a lettuce leaf. “Genevieve. Genevieve Regina Goode.”

“That sounds like a movie character,” the tan beauty laughed. “I like your name.”

“Thanks. How did you get Valentina?”

“What do you mean? That’s just my name.”

“Oh,” Gigi cringed internally.”What’s your last name?”

“Hm, it’s been so long I don’t remember,” the girl smiled dopily as Aquaria slapped her arm next to her, annoyed. Gigi raised an eyebrow and Aquaria smiled fakely.

“We don’t really use our last names, except for Naomi because hers is easy,” the blonde said through her teeth, glaring at Valentina. The latter looked, confused, between Gigi and Aquaria. From next to her, Gigi could sense Naomi giving Valentina a look as well. 

“Oh!” She finally said, her face contorting into realization. “Yeah, we don’t use them,” the latina nodded. 

Gigi looked down, feeling as if she’d stumbled onto something she shouldn’t have—which was exactly what she wanted. Maybe she should press further…

“Why haven’t you guys eaten? These salads have a lot of good vitamins and stuff. I know we’re pressured into being like a size-negative-ten but what you ordere-”

“We already ate,” Naomi interrupted. “And if you feel self-conscious, sweets, don’t. Salads are good for you.”

“And you won’t have to worry about it much longer,” Valentina added earnestly. However, her kind… sentiment (?)… was not appreciated by the other two.

“Oh my god, shut up!” Aquaria whacked her on the back of the head. “You wanna get fired or something?!”

“I’m sorry guys,” Gigi tried to stop the drama. “I didn’t mean to intrude on whatever is happening-”

“No, no no! It’s not your fault,” Naomi explained, placing a freezing cold hand on Gigi’s shoulder. “It’s just that Valentina…”

“Valentina doesn’t know what she’s talking about, doll,” Aquaria smiled.

“Guuuuys I’m sorry!” Valentina whined. “I just keep forgetting she’s not a va-”

“Member of our team!” Aquaria shouted. “She’s not a member of our team,” the Italian jerked her head to the side, leaning towards Valentina and whispering something in her ear. The brunette’s eyebrows curved upwards as she whispered frantic sorries to her friend, who appeared absolutely venomous. Naomi rolled her eyes.

“We should head out and do some shopping, no? Maybe Val will be distracted by all the shiny things,” Naomi got up, rifling through her small purse for cash. Gigi nodded, just wanting to get out of this situation as soon as she could.

Soon enough, they were browsing at a beauty store—and yes, Valentina was distracted by the sparkly eyeshadows (go figure). Gigi wandered away from her ‘friends’ to the hair section, nearly passing by the dyes before a thought popped into her head. She grabbed two boxes of color and a toner off the shelf and smiled, paying for her items before finding the rest of the group. 

“Bought stuff already?” Aquaria looked at Gigi’s bag quizzically.

“It’s not makeup or anything, just had to restock,” the redhead lied.

“Oh, nice,” the blonde turned back to the lipstick she was trying on. Gigi filled the silent air by perusing the makeup counters, trying to not look too interested.

Naomi was texting someone with a coy smile plastered on her face, causing Gigi to remember something else odd she hadn’t addressed yet. 

“Aquaria?” She asked.

“Hm?”

“How did you get my number? I never found out.”

“Right. I asked Adore.”

“Adore doesn’t have my number…”

“Adore has everyone’s number,” she snapped, clearly looking annoyed. Gigi shrunk back and bit her lip. “The bitch has her ways,” Aquaria added.

“Can’t Fame access everyone’s data n’ stuff?” Valentina said offhandedly.

“What? Fame? Like Miss Fame?”

“Valentina, I’m going to rip your head off and smash it with my stiletto,” Aquaria threatened. 

“I thought Fame was… dead?” Gigi pressed.

“She is.”

“She is.”

Both Naomi and Aquaria looked the new model dead in the eyes, not a hint of intonation in their voices. Valentina, once again, looked at them confusedly, but held her tongue. Gigi felt the same glare that Raven had pierce her soul once again, and decided that enough was enough of these creeps. She stole away into the next aisle and ordered an Uber to pick her up ASAP. She peeked over the display and told the girls she was going to the bathroom, to which they nodded in unison without leaving their tasks. On that note, Gigi slinked out of the store and as far down the street as her heeled feet would take her.

She texted Crystal as she waited for the Uber, impatiently tapping her foot on the concrete ground.

Sexy Robot🥵🤖

heyyy, wanna meet up at your place? i have a surprise 

Hot Clown🤡🔥

DUH OMG u know I can’t wait 

when are u comin?

Sexy Robot🥵🤖

I’ll be there in like 20 mins 

Hot Clown🤡🔥

I can’t wait to see u🥺🥺🥺

Sexy Robot🥵🤖

keep your panties on, boss

Hot Clown🤡🔥

Don’t ever call me boss again you whore 

Sexy Robot🥵🤖

only for u ;)

Gigi smiled as her Uber finally arrived, excited to talk to Crystal after what happened the night prior. She’d not only had a steamy makeout session with a hot designer, she’d kissed the girl she liked when they were both semi-sober-ish. Her happiness was short-lived, though, when she received a text from Aquaria on a group chat she’d been added to. She exhaled nervously as she shut the car door, telling the driver where to go.

Hottest Hoes in Paris⭐️⭐️

Aquafina

Has anyone seen Gigi?

You’ve been in the bathroom an awful long time bitch

French Vanilla Fantasy

no :(

did she leave?!

GIGI WHERE ARE YOU

Bebe Badde

aaaa sorry guys I wasn’t feeling well!

LegsLegsLegsLegs

Awe babe you should have told us

Feel well soon

French Vanilla Fantasy

i send all my love to you!! 💛💘💚💘❤️💝💚💞💓❤️💘

Aquafina

Ya feel better!

Gigi sighed, having successfully escaped the strangest outing she’d ever been on. The drive to Fatelle was shorter than she’d expected, the model barely realizing she had reached her destination before paying the driver and nearly leaping out of the car. She sped into the lobby, saying hi to Adore before bounding to the elevator. She was almost giddy at the prospect of seeing Crystal again, unfamiliar with having a crush this strong. Gigi felt like she and Crystal fit together like puzzle pieces: anything she didn’t have, the designer did, and vice versa. But they still came together in the same picture, with the same values and dreams and—gosh, they were a match made in heaven.

Gigi gripped the shopping bag as she reached Crystals floor, finding her room (Crystal had texted her where she lived a few days prior) and knocking on the door. It opened almost immediately to a grinning Crystal, dressed in cute casual clothes and fluffy ugg slippers.

“What’s the surprise?” She said right away, letting the younger girl inside.

“First of all, hi,” Gigi rolled her eyes, giving the shorter girl a quick peck on the cheek. “Second of all, you’ll see. Third of all — you will not believe the day I’ve had.”

“Dang, it’s two PM!”

“And shits wild!”

“Spill.” Crystal plopped on the couch, motioning for Gigi to join her. The ginger kicked her shoes off and made herself comfortable, propping her tired legs on the coffee table. 

“So I met up with Aquaria and Naomi and Valentina…”

“No way!”

“Yes, Aqua invited me. And it was insane.”

“How?”

“Would you believe me if I told you that I think Fatelle is the Illuminati?”

“Honestly, with some of the shit that’s been going on…”

“Right?! Okay, they literally kept saying Miss Fame might be alive?”

“She’s alive in my heart, but… it’s been a whole century.”

“And they acted like it was real! And then Valentina said that I wouldn’t have to eat soon?“

“What? Why?”

“Like I wouldn’t physically need to eat.”

“That’s fucking weird.”

“It was the strangest thing. Am I in the Twilight Zone?”

“Maybe you’re in the Twilight! Edward or Jacob?”

“Edward.”

“Good choice. Edward.”

The two shared a chuckle, Crystal’s eyes flitting to the bag Gigi had brought.

“Is that the surprise?”

Gigi smirked, getting up and pulling out a box of bleach, purple toner, and a box of natural red dye. “Don’t think I didn’t remember what you said!”

“No! Oh my gosh you’re the best!” Crystal grabbed her dye and grinned widely, eyes crinkled in a cute way. “We have to do this now.”

“Raven’s gonna be pisssssed,” Gigi remembered, not really caring anyway.

“Raven is basically Edward’s cousin, who cares?”

“Oh shit she is like Edwards’ cousin! Bitch looks all pale and dark haired and ooky and spooky.”

“My mind.”

“Your mind.”

The two made their way to the bathroom, opening their goodies and setting up to do each other’s hair. Crystal wrapped a towel around Gigi’s shoulders, knowing her process would be much more time consuming.

“Have you done hair before?” The model asked as Crystal mixed up the bleach.

“For sure, I dyed my hair back to brown so I could look professional when I came here,” she laughed. “I had neon green before, remember?”

“Right!” 

Gigi couldn’t say she wasn’t nervous when Crystal began applying the dye to the ends of her hair, but trusted the designers judgement and vision. It was her fashion show, after all. The older girl worked quickly, yet thoroughly. She was used to working with her difficult curly hair, so it was easy for her to comb through Gigi’s nearly-straight locks. Strand by strand, she painted the bleach on with her gloved hands, unaware that her work was nearly causing Gigi to fall asleep at the calming feeling of her hair being lightly tugged. She model nearly dozed off when Crystal started massaging her scalp to make sure the roots were coated. Finally, Crystal was happy with her work, snapping Gigi back into reality when she placed a shower cap over the models head.

“Sleepyhead, you’ve gotta do my hair now,” Crystal discarded her latex gloves, brushing the back of her hand against Gigi’s cheek. “In half an hour you gotta take a shower with the toner, and then when you’re done, I take a shower and then we both have new hair!”

“I have a suggestion,” Gigi yawned. “Why don’t you keep giving me a head massage and I go to bed?”

“If you want your hair to fall out, sure.”

Gigi rolled her eyes, getting up to open the red box dye. She took out the components, following directions to mix the bottles together and shake it up. Apprehensively, she started squeezing the fluid all over Crystal’s hair and running it through the coils. “Is this right?”

“Just make sure every strand is coated, but yeah!” she smiled at Gigi through the mirror, and Gigi smirked back.

“So, do we need to talk about last night at all?” the model asked as she worked.

“Do you think we need to?”

“I mean, if we’re on the same page, no.”

“Are we?”

“What’s the definition of the same page, then?”

“Um… I liked kissing you?”

“Good, then we’re definitely on the same page,” Gigi blushed. She looked in the mirror for a second and laughed. “I look like a lunch lady!”

“Shush, you look pretty no matter what.”

“Says you, Crystalline Elizabeth.”

“Says the model, Genevieve Regina!”

“Oh. Well.”

“You bitch! You’re supposed to tell me how great I am.”

“Crystal Methyd, you are perfect.”

“I know I am.”

“Who’s the bitch now, bitch?”

This went on as Gigi finished applying the color to Crystal’s hair, placing her own cap over the voluminous mass of hair. Crystal checked the time. “You should go take a shower, Gi. And make sure to leave that toner on for ten minutes!”

“Got it,” she replied as Crystal exited the luxury bathroom into the bedroom. 

“I’ll leave you out some comfy clothes, hm?”

“What, you wanna cuddle and watch movies with me later?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Thank god. I’ll see you soon,” Gigi leaned in for another quick peck on the cheek, a new habit she’d grown quite fond of. She shut the door and turned on the tap, waiting for the water to warm up before undressing and stepping inside.

Gigi was tired, but the steam against her skin helped balance her energy once again. She removed the shower cap, eyes widening at how light her hair was. She was used to her red hair turning almost-black when wet, but it was now a dirty brown color under the water. The dry strands were a nearly-white yellow. This will take some adjusting to, she thought as she quirted a glob of toner in her hands. She worked it through her hair for a couple minutes, careful to get every last bit. The next ten minutes were spent trying to keep her head out of the shower whilst keeping her body in, which was a difficult task that often left Gigi shivering without the warmth of the water on her body, only to put her arm or leg back in.

The model stepped out of the glass shower into the bathroom that was nearly identical to her own. She wiped the fog away from the mirror and stood, as she did, scanning her body. She was healthy, but extraordinarily petite. Many her size would have bones jutting out, maybe even appearing emaciated, but not Gigi. Her figure was all smooth lines and gentle curves. She had a waist and hips, but they certainly weren’t defined. Her breasts followed the outer curves of her chest, small and close together. She was a model. She looked like a model.

Gigi grabbed a towel once she noticed the goosebumps on her arms, using it to dry off and then wrapping it around herself. She decided to use the hairdryer as well, since apart from her hair taking forever to dry on its own, she wanted to see what it looked like now. As her locks returned to their normal state, Gigi could see that Crystal did a near-perfect job. Her hair was evenly colored a light-barbie-doll blonde all around — not too yellow, not too silver. She certainly looked like a barbie doll. She felt like one.

The girl exited the bathroom into the attached bedroom, calling out to Crystal that she was done. She found a set of satin pajama shorts and a shirt, surprised that the designer owned something so fancy. She changed quickly, feeling more than comfortable in this outfit.

As Crystal took her time in the bathroom, Gigi grew… bored. She felt lonely scrolling through Instagram all by herself, so she shut off her phone and sank back into the couch. Her eyes flickered from the ceiling, to the window, to the TV, and finally, to the bedroom entryway. Gigi wasn’t really the mischievous type, but hey, when in Paris. She smirked as she got up, starting by looking through Crystal’s dresser. Nothing of importance, really: just makeup, underwear (oh hey, those were garters… she wondered what those would look like on Crystal…), stacks and stacks of jewelry. So the model opted to look through the closet, a favorite activity of hers. Crystal’s wardrobe nearly burned Gigi’s eyes out when she first opened the doors. Colors and patterns everywhere, unorganized platform shoes falling over the floor. It was so bad, it was beautiful. Gigi began with the shoes, definitely wanting to steal some of them for herself.

As she got lost in Crystal’s fashion tastes, she failed to hear the shower shutting off and Crystal entering the bedroom, the newly-ginger letting out a yelp as she realized Gigi was there. The younger girl whipped around to see Crystal attempting to cover herself up with her hands, flustered beyond belief at the fact that she was…

butt naked.

[bladekindeyewear]

Time to read hs^2′s third non-bonus update!  I have not had a single portion of an image spoiled this time, and have no damn idea what it’s about.  Not even any asks in my inbox.  Will we have more of Ghostflusters, maybe a reason Jane didn’t know he was gone even when he supposedly received divorce papers?  A cut back to the good guys in pursuit of Dirk and crew?  Will Jade be a black-eyed zombie, or finally fucking awake like she deserves to be???

Let’s find out!

Oh god damn everything, please no.  ==>

...Oh!

Oh that’s MUCH better than it could’ve been!  We’re still in Candyverse, but cutting over to the Vriskas’ perspectives.  So that on the right would be the “mostly identical” Vriska who Rose and Kanaya raised, and the aforementioned logistics are just dealing with a dead clown body (that hopefully isn’t being refrigerated in the unseen spot Dirk was hiding from Terezi on their ship).

Kid Vriska looks pretty cool!  A fair bit Aranea-y, with that collar feeling like a nice hint of the Pagey version of her who originally earned the (Vriska) title.

(Vriska) pockets John’s phone before she can worry too much about waiting for a reply from Terezi.

Right, stolen phone... an anon in my inbox pointed out that Vriska “has a direct line out to Terezi” because of it, but I didn’t take it that seriously because I thought it wouldn’t come into play at all later.  Guess I was wrong, with the narrative taking the trouble to point it out-- especially considering that whatever she said, she EXPECTS a possible reply.

Other than some fun banter, I can’t figure out where this particular upd8 is going.

> (==>)

Oh that is a smug, self-satisfied Vriska look if I ever saw one.  (Vriska) over here is still dust under her heels, isn’t she?

VRISKA: If you want to keep Hanging Out, I mean. Which I assume you Do.

Holy shit, she’s throwing a bit of Kanaya Caps in her language.  That’s SUPER adorable.  That was probably in Candy too and I just forgot about it.

VRISKA: So, Nickname me, 8itch. And make it Cute.

Huh!  You don’t stake too much on your name, then?

> (==>)

Vrissy!  That’s surprisingly genial of you, it’s pretty damn good.

VRISSY: So now that we have that locked down, what’s First on the list of Awesome Shit we’re gonna do Together?

Oh no.  No, no Vrissy, you’re gonna be disappointed.  :(

VRISSY: I told you already, I don’t ever get up to Anything nearly as Interesting as you did. VRISKA: Till now ;;;;) VRISSY: Heh. Yeah.

...yeah, FUCK.  Vrissy is gonna get used and thrown away so fucking hard.  The slightest ounce of hero worship thrown Vriska’s way is an ounce that’s gonna get exploited to hell and back.

I suppose from here we’re going into the rebellion, aren’t we?  I hope badass eyepatch Karkat doesn’t look too silly in this art style.

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God, this art style is so CLEAN and makes her look so ADORABLE.

--ah, okay.  We’re gonna see how the dynamic between Vrissy and human Kid-Tavros works.  Hope this won’t be too painful.  Besides, like... the kind of hilarious starting-pain that she’s asking HIM to help take care of a dead body.

VRISSY: That was Tavros. He’s on his way.

Oh man, Vriska didn’t know.  :D

> (==>)

Huh!  That’s a more thoughtful expression than I was expecting.

VRISKA: Unless he’ll rat us out to his mom???????? VRISSY: Nah. He’ll get too much of a Kick out of seeing this dead Piece of Shit, don’t Worry.

Oh man.  Tavros’ll probably just be sad or freaked out a bit, but what I wouldn’t give for our first look at him to be him dancing on this clown’s grave.

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Vrissy hates that ostentatious prick-mobile, mostly because it is not her ostentatious prick-mobile.

Heheheh.

Hm?  “Actual spy shit”, other than hiding a body?  Did you have some bigger anti-Crocker stuff in mind, Vrissy?

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Oh Jiminy Christmas!!!  You’re the spitting image of your parents!  And, like... perfectly visually suited to induce Vriska-macking, unwanted or otherwise.

> (==>)

TAVROS: These are normal things you expect to happen, when you are picking up your kismesis and her,,,, ah,,, new friends,

Oh right, that’s the relationship.  More that I forgot from Candy.

VRISSY: Who is VERY Cool and Sexy with her Eyepatch--

--remind me again why Vriska has an eyepatch?  Something in the Lord English fight, a stray shard of universe fabric inflicting more random meaningful damage?  *Looks it up.*  Oh huh, so THAT was the vague damage to her head she played off-- the shard literally got her eye and she refused to admit it to herself or the narrative.  I was wondering about that weird damage back when I read it, but never inferred the answer.  And did she put the eyepatch on when she landed in Candy?  *Looks that up*  Wait, no, it couldn’t have hit her eye.  From Candy:

Vriska’s face snaps up, eyes blazing. Eyes. Actual eyes, with expression, color, pupils, and everything.

[...]  There’s a bleeding gash on her head and something lodged in her chest.

Okay, fuck.   Then whence the fucking eyepatch?  *Keeps skimming Candy...*

(VRISKA): The 8attle was hitting its clim8x when I got hit in the head with... with...

(Vriska) paws at her head wound, fingers numb and vision blurry.

(VRISKA): Wh8tever the fuck it was that hit me in the head!

Hmm?

JOHN: do you wanna see a doctor for that or something? (VRISKA): No!!!!!!!! (VRISKA): I w8nt to know what the fuck is GOING ON!!!!!!!!

Hmmmm.....  *Keeeeps reading...*

Dammit, that’s all there is.  So this is an inference either Andrew intended or the other authors/artists did from the tail end of all that -- Vriska either took head damage that deprived her of sight in that eye, made it more light-sensitive/blurry, OR that eyepatch is essentially a makeshift bandage over the bleeding parts.  (Which might remain medically necessary, or she might just keep wearing for style points.)  Hmm.

I’m mostly just relieved that whoever’s helping write HS^2 didn’t fuck up.  Okay, that’s enough Candy-digging, back to the story now:

After a few beats, he propels himself off the car like a swimmer at the sound of a gun, his body plunging in a graceful arc toward his goal.

Huh?  I mean, good execution, very Jake, but... huh?  Is someone gonna get clobbered?  Vrissy?  The corpse?

> (==>)

Ooh, the corpse!  Yes!!!  Kick that corpse.

Why did the head honk?  Hopefully this stays a corpse.  (I’m surprised his strikes are as weak as the narrative’s saying; even if he’s really Tavros-natured, he’s still the son of two of the strongest, fisticuff-iest players.  Kind of a rebellion against his parents both, then?)

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--unrelated, I just saw the Bonus blinking with Catnapped Part 2.  Guess I won’t be finished once I’ve covered this, just yet.

VRISKA: I am in no place to 8egrudge a man his cathartic ass-kicking moment, but that was a loud fucking scream. VRISSY: No kidding. My ears are STILL ringing from your 8ig attempt at breaking the sound 8arrier.

Y’all are ones to talk, I just reread the part of Candy where you two found Vriska fucking Gamzee.

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Please don’t move, clown.  Stay the fuck dead, please?

> (==>)

Calm down, Tav, you’ve got this.

> (==>)

Nice suspenders.

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aaaaAAAAAAAAAAA WHO IS THIS AGAIN IS THIS HARRY OR SOMETHING IS THIS JOHN AND ROXY’S ASSHOLE KID

--sorry I got overexcited because I clicked next and saw that hair spiral aaaa.

...I hope it isn’t a DIFFERENT kid of theirs that I somehow forgot exists or such.  That’d be embarrassing.  This guy/girl/person looks infuriatingly suave, also.

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YOU’RE SO CUTE IN A WAY THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE.

--Yep, dialogue confirms it’s Harry Anderson.

Heh, he’s pulling an Early Acts John and not believing a word of it, but playing along.

There is no possible way that this stuff Vrissy is saying isn’t horeseshit, but he is not about to crack.

--just wanna point out the probably-typo before they fix it.

Ah, bringing it there.  Good luck, Harry.

> (==>)

Oh, that was fast.

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...That’s what you get for relying on Harry.

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VRISKA: We can just dump it in the inciner8or. That’s pro8a8ly what his plan was to 8egin with. VRISSY: The what???????? VRISKA: The inciner8or. Like, for 8odies?? VRISSY: At SCHOOL???????? VRISKA: Yes? TAVROS: It is somewhat pleasant to be reminded,,, in my darker moments,,,, that the grass is not really ever greener on Alternia,

No comment, this is just pretty hilarious.

I still keep revisiting how easily Vrissy gave up her given name, here.  As if she feels like her real name ought to be associated with the hero instead of her, in a kind of... lowkey low self-esteem way.

VRISSY: I should have known he was fucking with us. VRISSY: GOD he is such a Stupid 8astard.

--Well, they know each other well enough.

Hm.  Does Vriska think they can just kill any human kids they run into?

> (==>)

...GOSH, Vrissy is stupid adorable.  And like, shockingly chill, in general.

> (==>)

Huh.  Vrissy, are you chickening out on an adventure because you’re afraid you’ll get caught?  ...well, good for you, honestly!  Not that I think it’ll last.

...yup, there she goes after ‘em.

> (==>)

I think you’re still going to fuck up, Vriska.

> (==>)

None of them know where they are going, but Vriska is leading the way, hunched and purposeful

I guess none of this is surprising, really.

Is Jane going to, like... hear about the corpse found in a human school’s basement and blame the rebellion some more somehow?  Not that it matters, I guess.

There is something incredibly reassuring, Tavros thinks, about someone who has absolute outward confidence in themselves.

(There’d better not be any relationship conflict involving Vriska upcoming in the future.  BETTER not.)

> (==>)

Gamzee managing to fuck everything up even when he’s dead.

> (==>)

VRISKA: No, he’s right, I was going to count to eight.

Hah.

> (==>)

Are they gonna end up dumping him at Harry’s feet?

Nice way to force him out of school and into the rebellion, that.

> (==>)

VRISSY: Keep looking for Harry Anderson. He’s In The Shit with us now, whether he likes it or not.

Guess so!  Fair enough.

> (==>)

oh no

(I also understand why I haven’t gotten any asks about this upd8 yet.  This is mostly just character (re-)introductions and hijinks.  Totally up for some Harry, Vriska, Vrissy and Tavros adventures now that I can actually SEE them, it really adds a lot.)

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And there it goes.  Slide into Harry’s classroom on the waterslick maybe?

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The human students, trained to respond to a fire drill with speed and enthusiasm for missed class time, are out in the hall in a matter of seconds.

Oh, the worst possible outcome.  :D

> (==>)

Shit, they’re all on camera.  Nice job, Vriska!  Welcome to Earth.

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Oh my fucking GOD, this image.  Vriska is LOVING the chaos!!!  She doesn’t even care!

VRISKA: I thought this planet was gonna be a snoozefest desert devoid of 8oth agency and fun, but I am honestly having a gr8 time.

Pfff.  I should’ve known.  She just cares about being where the Action Is, as Aradia put it at the end of Meat.

> (==>)

She sees it, and she can’t breathe. Her lover, her confidante, her clown of many years, being desecrated by a bunch of treasonous monsters.

You threw him out of a ship.

Yeah, of course she draws that conclusion.  Everything and everyone is either with her or against her, after all.

> (==>)

--Wait, you didn’t even know Tavros was missing until that moment???

So did the lawyers send the divorce papers on their own, or did the authors really just forget?

> (==>)

Your John is showing SO hard, Harry.

> (==>)

Congratulations!

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Yep!

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HARRY ANDERSON: oh fuck

*slow clap*

I’ll cover Catnapped 2 in a bit, though circumspectly as it’s a paid bonus.  See y’all!

[emmy-the-dragoness]

Mutated AU: Prologue/Origins (short STORY)

Writer's Note: That's right I'm doing this little written story here to give you its... not-so-humble beginnings in a way to let you expect the goings on for the AU sooooo....

Here goes!

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"POWEEERR FIIIIIIISSSST!!" A youthful's voice rang out, thrusting out an arm with a bright blue, flaming fist that shot out of it at full speed. The incoming attack was making its way towards a large serpentine creature, complete with blondish white messy hair and yellow green eyes. With a smirk on its face, the cretin had its paws spread out wide and caught the attack in the nick of time, with a little bit of force as its feet were firmly planted on the ground. Tamaris, who the female monstrous mutant was properly known as, performed a counter clockwise twirl and lept at the boy with a fierce roar. KO shielded his face for the impact, but instead found himself pinned, before grabbing a peak at her unbelievably close face with one eye.

They spent the next 10 seconds gazing at each other, and the next thing they knew, the human and the beast started to laugh, having the time of their lives.

"Hahahahahaha, that was an amazing sparring session, Tamaris!" the child laughs, folding his arms behind his back.

His chimeric creature of a comrade couldn't agree more, with a nod and affirmative grunt. It was quite a good learning experience for the two in order to put their abilities to the test. Needless to say, she was impressed how far the hero in training had come with his innate powers had come, glad he has pals to help him out every step of the way.

With that said and done, it was high time for something to munch on as a reward, and since there was no Beardo in sight, who's humble abode was back at Lakewood, they settled for the next best thing they could find, and that was Weirdo's at the Danger Zone. Sure, the food he had was for a lack of better term, questionable. But Tamaris especially was hungry, so she was in a mood for a burrito. It resembled one of your run-of-the-mill wraps the original made, but it wasn't really any concern for her, being part monster. Ah, how she enjoyed the taste. Not only was it a favorite food for her, but it was also one of the only things to return in a more humanoid state she prefered. So as she took that bite of her meal, she diminishes a little in size, reverting into said form.

KO however, couldn't help but take in the scent, he was pretty parched after the workout. Then without warning, he hopped up momentarily and bit Tamaris' food, gulping it down. Her face paled at this, and instinctively pulled a little further away. "KO!" she exclaims, trying to hide her frightened expression to the best of her ability. "Oops." He said, rubbing at his head sheepishly. "The burrito smelled too good to pass up. Sorry!"

"It..." She wanted so bad to give him a bit of a scolding, but taking her glance upon her mutant saliva covered burrito bite, Tamaris had no other option to set that aside for a later time, after all. She gives a smile that didn't reach her cheeks all the way. "You know what, it's totally fine. Maaaaybe I forgot to pack you a snack beforehand."

"No worries! I'm having some spaghetti when we get back!" KO chimed in, with a smile of his own that was more playful and genuine. Tamaris gives a sigh from her nostrils. Hopefully things won't turn upside down at least. The two start their walk back to Lakewood Plaza, not taking into account that KO seemed to scratch at his head.

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Several minutes later, the duo arrives back to their destination, just a couple footsteps into the bodegas' parking lot. Tamaris had finished her meal while KO on the other hand... still kept at his incessant scratching from earlier. Did he have lice or something? He had no clue.

"You know you've been going at the itching on the way home, how about a break so it doesn't get all red?" his silver blonde haired pal asked him. "I have?" He took a minute to finally slow it down, moving his hands away from his hair. Two or three of his strands rested on his fingers, and he waves them off.

"So correct me if I'm wrong, but is this usually the part of your day where something drops down from thin air for a battle?" Tamaris asked, using a sleeve to wipe her mouth.

KO was about to answer her question, but he was interrupted when the signature Voxmore box had manifested from the sky, then plummeting downwards the concrete. Once making impact, it opens up all four sides, revealing Darrell and Shannon, with mischievous grins on their faces and combat ready poses.

"Ding-dong, mop face, it's us!" The orange, shape-shifting bot, Shannon cackled, her saw blades out and Darrell's arm cannon was at the ready.

That's when Tamaris decides to take a glance at the two fighting machines. They must be one of the kid's opponents he clashes with almost daily. "I take it these are the bucket of bolts you fight from that building over there?" She inquires, pointing at the Voxmore factory building, which just happened to be across the street from where they were.

"Sure is!" was the child hero's reply, already assuming a battle stance at his advasaries.

"Hey, at least Shannon's head here isn't even an actual bucket, thank you very much!" Darrell seemed a bit miffed by the comment while her sister exchanged a look of annoyance. "Do you seriously have to go there?"

It got a silent giggle from the mutant-shifting woman, before her too, takes a combat ready pose just as the level 3 hero did. "Why don't you go on ahead and be the first to start the battle? I wanna see what we're dealing with."

KO got pretty stoked, starting to hop in excitement. "Really? OKAY!"

He starts out by running towards Darrell, reeling back his right arm, a bright neon blue glow manifesting in a flame. "You hungry? Cause I've packed a POWER FIST SANDWICH JUST FOR YOU!" he calls out, thrusting the arm at the one eyed robot, launching the signature attack. Darrell, was, as always, prepared to counter whatever his opponent could dish out, so with a single shot from his cannon, blasts it away at the last second. He gives a snicker at this, while KO growls irritated, shaking the arm he just used. Dangit, that was no good. Gotta give it another try. Attempt number two, he brings out the left arm now, about to unleash the same attack again. This, however, made him stop a moment when he started to feel a strange tingling sensation in said arm. KO glanced at it, wincing a little, inhaling air slightly from his teeth.

This didn't take long for Tamaris to notice from a few feet, as she watches with uneasiness bubbling up in her being. KO stands there, seeing his forearm become an acidic green color, small, pointed claws sprouting from each fingertip. Four spike-like growths were digging out, one by one. He showed a sign of discomfort, giving a suprised yelp at the sight.

"K-KO?" Tamaris asked rather quietly. This looked exactly like what was happening. Oh Cob. As much as KO wanted to ignore this and just attack already, he was distracted, witnessing the right arm undergo the exact same changes as before.

"Tamaris? Is it me, or do I feel kinda funny?" He asks with a small frown, moving one arm to rest at his forehead. His fingers nearly felt like they were poked at, so upon feeling around more, KO would discover that longer, pointed spikes grew from his head, about four or five of them. The boxbot siblings didn't dare to move, watching the scene before them. Shannon was perplexed while Darrell did nothing but shake a little. Was he... afraid?

Alright, this was getting concerning to watch for Tamaris. She had a troubled look that was clearly written on her face, should she stop this? She wasn't sure.

"Buddy, uh... are- are you, doing okay, over there?" She hesitated to ask. KO's ears grow into what exactly resembled her mutated form's ears. This cannot be happening...

"Fine, Tam!" he managed a thumbs up with all the changes. "I'm fine, really. I..." His situation said otherwise, the stinging feeling now progressing into bodily aches. From his shoulders, which sprouted blades from them, to his toes growing claws. He got cramps all over his frame, wanting so badly to get right back to attacking, but it just kept at it, it wouldn't stop. Even giving his darndest to make a Power Fist interfered with this. KO couldn't concentrate, this was proving to be too much for him. It was distracting to continue further. Once Darrell made sense of what was going on with KO, he shakes in fear, then letting out a high-pitched, frightened scream, hiding behind his sister. KO however, was getting more fearful than him, stammering, unable to make proper sense what was happening to him. "Aaaa, uh. Uuuhhhhh...." he moaned, looking around his surroundings. "Uuuuuuhhhh, no! Don't look at me!" He shouts, covering his face. The mutating hero couldn't bear to let anyone else witness what came next, he immediately retreats towards the bodega to hide inside, stumbling clumsily along the way.

All Tamaris could do is watch him desperately obscure himself from the public, she knew too well what that felt like. Confusion and worry was brought upon her. After what was a few seconds of the two opposing sides gazing at each other, trying to process everything, she takes it upon herself to use part of her mutant abilities and tear apart Darrell and Shannon on her own. Once she reduced them to scrap after, she runs off to the bodega in search of KO.

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Not too long after heading inside, Tamaris could only search for her child comrade in what was said to be the most mysterious, potentially perilous parts of the bodega, and that was: the back room. She ventured inside on her quest to retrieve him all the while keeping a watchful and cautious eye of potential mimics, creatures that can assume the form of virtually anything AND anyone. Being careful not to make sudden sounds, she scanned the area left and right, and with one of her mutant senses, sniffs for a scent. There has to be a sign from the boy, he could be anywhere, all miserable and in pain, Tam couldn't bear to think of what might've happened. Just by then, she finally picked up what faintly sounded like a quick, pattering noise of feet and hands, starting to follow the source of the sound in pursuit. This had to be him, she could feel it!

With a torch now on one hand, so she would see around a little better in the room and a spray bottle with the other, she ventured in more, striding in her steps where the running and skittering noises increase. Tamaris was prompted to get closer, but two mimics in the form of a levitating book and a baseball bat made sudden impact with her, letting out a grunt. Guess she'd have to ward these pests off along the way. The shapeshifting beasts gave a hiss at her while she made a growl back. It felt like a distraction with those hostile obstacles in the way, but made quick use of disposing them with tearing up the mimics with her sharp, pointed teeth and a fraction of her mutant strength to throw them against a wall as hard as she could. With that, they were out of her sight, yelping away.

Good. That takes care of that. Tamaris takes off once again as she at last reaches a corner area further in the room, and hears a shuffling sound of tail and feet, along with small grunts and yelps, clear indication that she's even closer where the noise had shifted direction, then stopped. Thank Cob, finally, the beast in human form thought to herself. Immediately, she flashed the flames' light at the squirming shape, but it quickly turned away.

"KO? It's me..." Tamaris softly called out to who was hopefully in front of her, wanting to take a peak at him. The shape barely budged. But it seemed to give it thought. Seconds later, it turned back to face where Tamaris stood. The creature in the shadows was then revealed to be none other than KO himself. But he appeared to look somewhat... different. His full attention was caught, staring at her and his surroundings wide-eyed.

"Oh. My Cob." The original mutant-shifter was, understandably, shocked at the sight. Her newest friend, with the same ailment she had, she was really dumbfounded. Only he still looked human at most, physically. But the mutant attributes were clearly there.

This was insane, she had to get a better view of him from head to toe, so she called the now currently mutated KO to meet ground level and meet up. "Hey bud," Tamaris called out. "You mind if you just come down here quick? I only wanna see how you're doing!"

KO's response was uttering a small growl, holding at his forehead with a green paw. He moved to hop from where he sat, but ended up tripping himself with his own tail. He tumbles and crashes back on solid ground in a rough landing, crying out when he made impact.

Tamaris came to his aid, holding his claw as she helped him back on his feet. "There we go, KO. You alright?" He had regained composure, shaking his head. "I guess so... I feel fine now," was his reply. At least he sounded like himself, no alterations to his voice whatsoever, so that was a good thing. He rubs at his prickly head with the same arm that begun the change, then stopped to take a look at it. "Wha?" he murmured, his clawed feet and tail then coming into view. He grew confused and curious, hoping what he saw was a mere illusion only he could see. Was it...?

"Tamaris... what happened?" Ooohhhh boy, this was a bad time to break the news. She became practically nervous, tapping her index fingers. No pretending that he got sick, took a hallucinating substance or anything. She really had to do this. Tamaris made a hesitant groan, grabbing a nearby large, wheeled, rectangular mirror. It'd be better if he saw for himself.

Well, that answered his questions and interest. In his reflection, he saw traits in himself that clearly resembled Tamaris: prehensile tail, clawed fingers and toes, spikes and blades peaking out of the skin and the like. KO jumped backwards, with a scream in fright and surprise. "I'M -- YOU!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" he practically yelled, freaking out now. Tamaris was doing the same as him.

"Aaaaggh, I know! This is a disaster! It's my fault, I made you into what I am, I could've stopped this from happening! I should've warned you about that burrito before and got you a healthy one to have instead!" She was beating herself up so hard right now. Cob, this was awful, just awful.

KO still hollered, running around in a clockwise circle, waving his arms about frantically. After what felt like longer than a minute of being rattled at this turn of events, the mutant child hybrid at last calmed himself and slowed down for a second to meditate, breathing in and out, closing his eyes. Focus, KO. Stop and just focus... Alright, good. He finally regained composure, walking towards where Tamaris still panicked, paying mind to his tail. He rested a hand on her... leg. Not big enough to reach her shoulder, but this'll do. "Hey, hey... Tammie. It's okay... It wasn't entirely your fault."

"No, no! It was, KO. You're this thing I'm stuck with now all because of me!" Tamaris objected at this. How could he possibly have any part of this?

"Well..." KO began, folding his arms behind his back with a sheepish look. "Maybe I might've stopped first to check if the burrito looked okay to eat, then I wouldn't turn into... this."

Tamaris was rather embarrassed, probably as much as he was. "Yeah, hahahah... that had my mutagentic saliva on it. I wanted to tell you, but..."

Wait. That's how he became the scaly thing now. Oopsie whoopsies...

Her and KO both join in after the exchange with awkward laughter at their own expense, then sigh.

Tamaris, exhaled, running her fingers through her messy hair, "Ah, this is gonna suck." She had no idea how he was gonna live through this.

"I dunno," KO chimed in, taking another glance at his new appearance. "I think it won't be as terrible as it may seem. Besides, now that I'm probably gonna stuck like this for who knows how long, that won't probably stop me from what else is coming my way." A pause, blinking twice. "I hope."

His female, mutant-shifting friend shrugged, although not taking exactly what he stated sincerely.

"Ooorrrr," the hybrid thought aloud. "I'm dreaming all of this up and I'll wake up tommorrow morning less thorny and normal!" Or so he thinks. Unfortunately that wasn't to be the case. Tamaris was living in a worst case scenario she can't escape. This should be a fun experience, yes siree.

~~THE END...?~~

Well now that took longer to complete as expected huehuehuehue. Ehhhh...... 😅 Anyway that's that. I don't do written work often but this is as best as I can do! Hope y'all liked it!

[sobbingdistantnoises]

3, 14, 15, 19 and 32!

Aaaa, I'm so sorry, I finished this later than I hoped to, djakak. Thank you for sending these in though! I really enjoyed answering them :D

3. Anything in Metallica's history that stands out to you?

I'd say that's probably the circumstances surrounding and the making of St. Anger, especially since I don't think I know any other bands that brought in a therapist and got over a rough period the same way Metallica did and then had a movie made about it, especially with how they just told those making the movie to do it as they pleased (assuming memory serves right). The songs on St. Anger just feel really raw, and I'm assuming the movie is similar in that regard (although I haven't watched it yet despite having had that on my list of things to do for a while, so I can't say for sure), and I really respect that they've shared such a troublesome time for them with the fans

14. Favorite Metallica meme/repeated funny phrase throughout the fandom?

Searching (for an answer to this question)...seek and aaAAAAAA! I don't any proper reasoning for this one being my favorite, but the idea of Jason just screaming instead of saying the actual words is just funny to me, lol

15. What song do you DESPERATELY want to hear live?

This is probably a bit of a cliche answer, but I'd probably say Seek and Destroy! I've seen so many clips where the audience just ends up singing so loudly that James doesn't even have to, and I love the crowd's energy so much when that ends up happening. I'd love to be a part of that crowd if I ever get to go to one of their concerts :))

19. Favorite guitar solo?

I wouldn't say I have an absolute favorite since it changes a lot depending on what solos I've been paying attention to recently, but the first one that came to mind this time is the solo at the very beginning of No Remorse! It's a pretty high energy start to the song, which I really like, and it makes the lower notes after the solo sound more isolated, complimenting it. The solo, especially the first parts, also sound a bit like screaming or wailing of some sort to me, and I find that to be a pretty cool effect

32. Favorite live performance?

Okay okay, I ended up writing up a bit of a ramble for this one because I was typing it while I was out of cell service earlier, dsjlkfsl. I made a couple notes from future me in parenthesis to clarify things, which is abbreviated as nffm, so hopefully they help

I'd say that probably goes to their performance in Antarctica! I watched it a while ago (maybe last year or so?? It doesn't feel like it was that long ago, but I guess it probably was) (nffm: it was June 6, 2021, almost exactly a year ago) ago, so I don't remember every detail, but I do remember that it helped cheer me up a LOT by the end when I watched it :))

I remember they played my favorite song at the time, Blackened, and I still have that song as one of my definite favorites even though I struggle to choose a definite one now, so that's really cool that it was one of the few songs to be played in Antarctica! I feel like they also might have done either King Nothing or Moth into Flame (nffm: nope, but they did play both For Whom the Bell Tolls and Sad But True which I also liked a lot), plus probably Seek and Destroy (nffm: yes), although I can't really check right now since I don't have cell service, hdkakjs. Those were and still are favorites of mine as well

Besides that, I remember finding their set up and how everyone was wearing headphones to listen to the concert so that the sound doesn't mess with the environment really interesting, and the comments were great to read as well. I think there was a person that took their whole discography and made it snow themed, so that was entertaining to see when I was done, dsjlsdk. I'll probably correct the things I wasn't sure about + add some more commentary once I have proper cell service and can actually use the video for reference too! (nffm: yep, did a bit of that! :) )

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paternal instinct || kim namjoon

Anonymous said: HIII!!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!❤❤ Could you write an imagine where you are supposed to babysit your younger sibling and they also join.? (Plus bts with children is like literally the cutest thing ever😍❤)

Kim Namjoon x reader

Summary: Kids need looking after. Namjoon isn’t ready. 

Genre: fluff

Words: 1817

this is the cutest concept!! bts with kids makes me aaAA

look at this precious baby I love him sm

I paced around the room with the phone to my ear, rolling my eyes at Namjoon who grinned at me from his position on the bed.

“Are you sure there isn’t anyone else? I kind of had plans today.” I sighed exasperatedly over the phone to my sister as she tried to convince me to babysit, despite my plans with my boyfriend.

“I can’t get anyone else at such short notice. Please, do this for me, Y/N.” I heard the stress in her voice and sighed again, rubbing my face and nodding.

“Yeah, okay. Drop them by whenever.” I said resignedly.

“Thank you, thank you… I owe you. I’ll head over now.” I hung up after agreeing and walked over to the bed. Namjoon and I had spent the morning lying in, making the most of his day off, just cuddling and talking. We had planned to have a day just to ourselves, for the first time in a while.

He was lazily scrolling through something on his phone and I crawled next to him, cuddling up to his side and sighing as I thought about how our plans for the day would now have to change.

“What’s up?” He asked, wrapping an arm around me and peering down at my face.

“I have to look after my sister’s kids today Joon, I’m so sorry.” I said quietly, looking up at him to see his frown deepen.

“What, why?” He asked.

“She has to work and can’t find anyone else.” I sighed again. “But it’s okay, I can stay here and look after them. You should still spend your day off doing something fun, why don’t you ring up one of the boys and see if they’re free?” I asked him, trying to stay positive but feeling disappointment fill me at the idea of not spending the day with him.

He chuckled lowly, squeezing me to his side.

“Y/N, I spend every day with them. The whole point of a day off is I get to spend it with you.” He said quietly, and I smiled up at him. “I’ll stay and help. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”

I grinned and sat up to gently grab his chin and press a slow kiss to his lips, leaning my body into his.

“You really have a way with words, don’t you?” I murmured against his lips as his hand moved up my back. He smirked back at me, shrugging. I lay back down next to him again, enjoying the peace and quiet whilst I had it.

Soon after that, there was a knock at the door and I sighed, sitting up and looking back at Namjoon.

“Ready?” I asked him grinning, and he smiled nervously at me.

“I’ve never really… been around kids before.” He said, and I rolled my eyes, kissing him lightly before going to answer the door.

“They’re easy – you’ll be fine!” I called, grinning.

Namjoon is not good with kids.

This was established soon after they were dropped off, and I tried to introduce him to them. Namjoon could stand comfortably on a stage in front of hundreds of thousands of people, but two children; a four-year-old and a two-year-old, and I had never seen him so afraid.

I stifled a laugh as he awkwardly waved at the smaller one and flinched back when her hand flailed out to him, giggling.

“Hello!” The eldest boy clung to my leg when Joon accidentally shouted a greeting at him a bit too forcefully, and my eyes widened.

“Joon…” I giggled, surprised, and his own eyebrows raised at how his voice had come out.

“I didn’t mean to…” He lowered his body to see the boy, his face falling when he hid further behind me. “I’m… sorry.” He shifted awkwardly, looking between the two children and biting his lip. I sighed, taking pity on him, and took over.

"Who wants to play hide and seek?” I asked excitedly, bending down. They squealed, nodding. I gave my boyfriend the easy task of hiding, meeting his eyes with a grin as he walked off uncertainly. Apparently, it wasn’t easy enough.

“Namjoon, they’re toddlers, they would never have been able to find you here.” I sighed, looking at him through the small gap he had somehow managed to squeeze into. In between a cupboard and the curtain, he was completely invisible, and after almost half an hour of the kids trying to find him, they had grown irritated. I had been forced to step in.

He frowned, pushing himself out into the room. “But the whole point is to hide - we were playing hide and seek.” The genuine confusion on his face was endearing.

“Yeah, with a two and four-year-old, Joon. You’re supposed to, you know, make it easy and fun for them.” I explained, baffled at look of confusion still written across his face. I laughed, shaking my head. “You really haven’t been around kids before, have you?”

He looked down embarrassedly, scratching the back of his head. I sighed, hearing the children begin to shout downstairs.

“It’s okay. Let’s try something else.”

We set up a video game and began racing with them. I sat the youngest on my lap, showing her how to hold the remote and letting her think she was playing, grinning as squeals of laughter began to leave both of their lips.

“Want to play?” I asked Namjoon after the game had finished, smiling playfully at him. He stood up, eager to please the children, and took the remote from me. I watched hopefully from the side, bouncing the girl in my lap.

Surely he couldn’t get this wrong.

“It’s okay, shh.” I winced at the piercing screams of the four-year-old boy who had just lost the game six times in a row to my boyfriend. I guess I should have explained that he was supposed to go easy on him.

I met Namjoon’s apologetic eyes over the girl still sitting on my lap, giving him an unamused look as I tried to calm down the snivelling boy clinging to my leg. He reached out a hand uncomfortably to the boy, before drawing it back uncertainly, frowning.

“Okay, I’m going to take him to calm down.” I sighed, standing up. “Watch her?” I asked pleadingly. He gave me a frantic look, shaking his head.

“Just for a few minutes, Joon, please.” I begged, grimacing at the cries from below me. I gently placed the girl in Namjoon’s lap, making sure he had her, before turning and picking up the boy. I shushed him quietly, rubbing his back and carrying him into kitchen.

After what felt like hours of calming down the boy, telling him how clever he was and bribing him with food until he stopped crying, he finally lost energy. I picked him up tiredly, letting him rest his head on my shoulder sleepily.

Slowly walking back to the living room, I stopped in the doorway. I felt my heart soar at the sight before me.

In the time I had been absent, Namjoon had clearly found his confidence again. He was lying down on his back on the sofa, holding the little girl above him, swaying her from side to side and making stupid faces at her. She giggled, and his face spread into a beautiful smile as he brought her back down to rest on his chest. She wriggled on him, pushing herself up to grab his face. I was surprised at the smile that continued to light up his face as he gently took her tiny hands in his, letting her wrap her fingers around his much larger ones.

I found my own cheeks were aching with how wide I was smiling. I moved further into the room slowly.

“Is he okay now?” Namjoon noticed me come in, glancing with concern at the boy now asleep in my arms. I smiled at him, sitting down carefully.

“He’s okay.” I whispered, running my hand through the boy’s hair softly. “Just tired.”

“Yeah, I think she is too.” Namjoon gestured down to the girl now nestled along the side of his long body. Her eyes were beginning to shut. “Are you tired, baby?”

At first I thought he was talking to me, but then I saw the way he was staring down adoringly at the girl cuddled up to him, his arm cradling her body to his. I smiled again, feeling something heat up in my chest at the way he behaved with her.

“Can you come here?” I whispered, and he looked up, smiling at me. He gently lifted up the girl’s body, sitting up and coming closer to me, before placing her back on him, cooing as she whined at the disturbance. I sighed contentedly, watching as Namjoon softly stroked the girl’s hair, smiling at her sleepy face.

“Do you think we could do this?” He asked quietly, after a moment of silence. I lifted my head to look at him. “Have kids, I mean.” I didn’t say anything for a moment, watching carefully as he met my eyes, his gaze uncertain but a smile still playing on his lips.

I answered him by leaning up and pressing my lips against his, making sure not to move too much so I wouldn’t wake up either of the children. His eyelashes fluttered against my cheekbone when he pulled away, shakily breathing out.

“Well,” I joked in a whisper, “your understanding of children might have to improve first.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes, and I giggled quietly, pressing my lips against his quickly again. “But I think we could do it.”

The smile that pushed his cheekbones up and reached his eyes, making them shrink and light up with delight was enough to make me kiss him again.

“I want to.” I whispered. “With you.” He held my gaze carefully, glancing down to the girl sleeping on his chest, and then back to me.

“Me too.”

My eyes grew heavy with the warmth of the bodies surrounding me. I closed them and let my head rest against Namjoon’s shoulder, no doubt in my mind that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

That’s where my sister found the four of us when she let herself in to pick the kids up. We were curled up on the sofa, in the dim light, the sun having set, all fast asleep.

The look on Namjoon’s face when he said goodbye to the little girl was precious, and heart-breaking. He brushed her cheek as if she was made of china, giving her the sweetest smile and telling her he promised he’d visit soon.

I took his hand as they left, feeling him sigh as he watched the parents carry the kids off. One day that will be us, I thought to myself, squeezing his hand, one day.

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halow izzy! been a while, hasnt it? how were you these past weeks, i ve missed you during your absence >:3 i read your post AND BELIEVE ME, this your blog so you really can do whatever you want ! that anon is kinda selfish for not thinking what you feel, honestly :// they just wanna make chaos SMH Y^Y i cant believe they wanted YOU to adjust and not them, telling you to what to do and what not to do. SMH. AND YUHS, SO PAWERFUL ! show them whos boss >:) JKJK but really, continue standing up for yourself, youre doing a great job :>> anyways, hopefully feel better now :3

did you get eula? i dont think i have enough primos for albedo <//3 theres still about a week left but i already finished the events so i dont think ill get him anytime soon ~.~ I MEAN , I COULD BUY ?? but then again, i dont really have enough funds Y^Y im crying at 40 pity :"> aaa do you think mihoyo is nice enough to rerun a banner 2 times? LOL a sad loss BUT good news for us, xiao is getting a rerun after itto i think. i know you mentioned this before but do you have a xiao? I FORGET THINGS EASILY SORRY 😭 all the remaining primos i can get, ill gamble them all in albedos banner. but if im too unlucky (hopefully not) ill just skip ittos banner and get xiao </3 i feel the "you cant get everything in life" :"> i remember you wanting to get itto so best luck on that !

WERE SO LUCKY TO DREAM ABOUT OUR BIASES Y^Y 🙌 if only i could control my dreams beforehand, like choosing a plot for a story, then i would have spent more than 12 hours in bed :> ill force myself to sleep just for that LOL i read from somewhere that the people you dreamt of, whether or not theyd be someone you personally know, are beings youve encountered before, even if its someone you dont remember. for example , you went to mcdonalds and talked to the cashier, ofc youll forget their face minutes later, right? but possibly later that night, youll dream of the same person but just dont remember its the cashier guy. STUFF LIKE THAT. kinda cool honestly 😎

WAIT REALLY?? YOU GOT THE SINGLE?? damn youre so lucky 🤩 correct me if im wrong, but i believe theres 2 kinds of photocards there? a normal (normal?? 😭) and a glitter type chuchu. soo which did you get? AND WHOOO?? i agree, christmas evel radiates mischievous vibes ✨ bc of that, the fandom got another iconic line from skz ! feliz navidad but felix, never bad 😎

MOVING ON,,, i LOVELOVELOVELOVEEEEE THE NEW TEASER !! i feel like this might become my new favourite. idk why, maybe im just a sucker for mystery stories LOL im really excited aaaa plus it being 15k at least ??? this is heaven. AND ALSO, its been a while since i opened tumblr on laptop so omaygad when did you change your theme? THE CLOCK THINGY IS COOL WHEN ITS LOADING IS SO COOLLL huhu. 2 days countdown 👀 hope you have great days !

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hey there bub! it’s been a little bit yeah! hope you’re doing well! aww you’re so sweet hhhh missed you too 💜 I’ve been okay! been writing g&s and doing school stuff but I’m getting by fine ^^ I appreciate your words tho bub I realized I didn’t have to feel guilty of anything. Just smth I had to learn after the fact apparently haha 😂 I’m much better tho and ty I’m doing my best to learn to stand up for me hehe

managed to snag them both!!! (the pics I took of them are so pretty uwu) I was a little nervous about getting eula but after my mom was basically like “just get her. you want her.” I’m glad she convinced me it was def worth it 🤧😂 I’m sorry you haven’t gotten him 😭😭 I hope you snag him or xiao !! I’m gonna be grabbing everything I can for these next couple banners since I’m not sure I want shenhe so I may start saving then. I do not have xiao unfortunately 😔 I’m planning to go for his c1 when does rerun tho! many say it’s going to be him and ganyu. these are leaks ofc but many have speculated this since 2.3 leaks started so I have a feeling it’s true.

my mom always encourages me and reminds me I can have the things I want. If I enjoy it and I’m sure about it then it’s not a bad decision. I’m so lucky I have her 😭😭

yeah my dreams are pretty interesting sometimes but that’s super cool actually to think that ppl you see may show up again in that way with your memory 🤔 also I haven’t. gotten my album yet but it’s supposed to come today or tmr so I’m excited! 🤧💜

I’m glad you liked the g&s teaser !! 🥺🥺 yeah I’m thinking it’ll be that long but hhhhh it could be longer idk yet we shall see *shrugs* and thanks! my theme has been this way for at least a few weeks now. I love it so much. Plus the music in the music player is one of my favorite songs so I just play it on my blog sometimes to relax 💜💜