#//and it means i get to indulge in a small bit of info i have for him every time it rolls around

[mechahero]

"Happy Friday the 13th, everybody!"

[teojira]

[Click Click Boom] [Shadow x Reader short stories]

Summary: You're set to be Shadow's companion to keep an eye on him and keep him in line, a courtesy from the goverment for him saving the world with Sonic and the others.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Can be read as platonic or romantic! Shadow/reader romance is implied though! You're human in this, age is vague but you're meant to be in your 20s.

Disclaimer: Shadow is an adult, and as for the furry debate, he's literally an adult who can consent and is sentient, don't like? Don't read!

A/N: I've literally been obsessed with this fucker since I was a literal child and it's the first time I've written for him!! The trailer yas me going insane. This is written well before the movie has come out, literally all I got to work with is Shadow in the trailer and the bits and pieces of info I psychoanalized so I don't wanna hear shit about it not being accurate tbh, this is self indulgent!!

Shadow isn't the worst task you've been assigned, you both are more akin to awkward roommates more than anything.

I'm talking randomly lingering in the corners of the room, his bright red eyes glowing and they always seemed to be locked right onto you.

You screamed the first dozen times, but now you just glare at the black hedgehog and spit out a "fuck you." and go about your business.

He'll never admit that it brings him infinite amusement, it's hard to tell, but the huff he lets out is evidence enough.

Shadow will never admit he cares for you, he loses everyone he cares for, and humans don't live that long. It's terrifying to think about how much he's come to like you.

He's not nearly as slick as he thinks he is.

You're sitting down at the dinner table, typing away on your laptop, editing the mission report from the other day when Shadow makes his way towards you. Sending him a nod in his direction, you don't think of anything when he moves in close.

A huge slam takes you off guard though, jumping damn near out of your skin as you twist your head to look at him.

"What the fuck-"

"Take it."

It's one of Shadow's guns, his emblem being engraved along the stock.

"What? No, I have guns." You raise an eyebrow at the hog, his face is perfectly still, eyes locking onto yours as he waits for you to grab the heckler.

"Your guns are worthless, you need something better."

"Well excuse me, I so happen to like my guns." You try and joke back, but the offense is taken.

Shadow rolls his eyes so hard you're scared that he's gonna blind himself. Jutting his chin towards the table once more to get your focus back onto it.

"If you have one of mine, I know you're safe." He doesn't elaborate. Not that he needs to.

"...Thank you, Shad."

All you get is a grunt in response, and he's on his way back to his room.

Gingerly picking up the weapon, you take in how pristine it is, a thumb caressing your small initials that you missed on the other side of the stock.

With Shadow saving the world, the reeking of havoc makes it to where he's limited to what he is allowed to do in the public eye.

Not that he listens, he isn't supposed to be out after curfew. But to be fair, it is extremely hard to keep a teleporting hedgehog confined to a meager two-story house.

You can hear him teleport above you, he's on the roofs of the nearby building, leering down at you.

It was a small errand you were on, simply stocking up on the essentials for the house.

Namely, snacks for Shadow, he doesn't ask for a lot other than coffee beans and Doritos.

You are choosing to ignore the fact that he eats the coffee beans straight up, the crunch echoes through your head and it sends a shudder down your spine.

He was adamant against you leaving the house this late, standing in front of the front door.

"No."

"Fuck you mean no?"

"I said no."

"....I don't listen to men."

And you weaved around him to leave the house, ignoring his shout of disapproval.

That leads you both to here now, you pretending you don't see him trailing you from the rooftops as you walk your way back home from the small shopping center.

You feign surprise when he opens the house door for you, begrudgingly sticking a hand out to help you with your bags.

"Oh! Thank you my knight in shining armor~"

"Shut it."

He's never told you his birthday, which you can understand, living for 50 years and not having your family around must be hard. No matter how he may fake that it doesn't bother him.

That doesn't stop you, not in the slightest really. You damn near kick him out of the house for the day, shoving him over to Tom and Maddie's house so he can be with the others. Despite how much he protested.

"I don't want to go over there. Not with that blue fake."

"You don't really have a choice bub, I need you out of the house."

"I don't understand why I have to-"

"Keep arguing with me and I will make it a point to not buy you shit next grocery trip."

It's an empty threat, but he grunts nonetheless.

"...."

"That's what I thought."

When he finally gets home from his long and admittedly overstimulating day with the Wachowskis, he's ready to recharge in his room.

He teleports through the house door, sighing and rubbing at his temples as he moves to kick off his shoes, knowing that if he doesn't, you'd chastise him for not doing so.

Something about tracking dirt and rocket fuel into the carpet.

Whatever.

After trying to massage his brain through his fur, he opens his eyes up to see a colorful banner strung across the mantle.

'Happy birthday!' It screams, in its disgustingly neon color palette.

Shadow wracks his brain for any information of it being your birthday, he knows for a fact it isn't today. A friend you're throwing a party for? Well, that makes no sense, he knows very well you don't have many friends, especially any that you'd invite your house up for.

You're antisocial to a fault, not that he has absolutely any room to talk.

He hears you before he sees you, turning the corner into the living room, carrying some balloons in your hands. A stupid little party hat on your head.

"Shadow! What are you doing back so early?"

Kicking off the last shoe, he stands at his full height, staring into your eyes with a shrug.

"I wasn't aware I had a time."

"....fair enough, anyways, fuck, goddamnit. Stay here. Okay?"

And you're off, running into the kitchen, his ears flick at the slamming of the fridge door, followed by the cabinets being no doubt, hip nudging it shut way too forcefully.

He's awkwardly standing there still until you yell for him to come in.

Shadow has half a mind to ignore you and go into his room, but curiosity kills the cat, so he takes in a deep breath and makes his way to you.

He finds you sitting at the little kitchenette, a nervous smile spread across your lips as you gesture to the plate in front of you.

The smell is apparent, it's a coffee cupcake.

The hedgehog feels his ears flick again, staring down at the desert, then trailing his eyes back to meet your own. Wordlessly asking you what was going on.

"You've never told me your birthday, but it's been a year since you've been here, with me. After the whole trying to destroy the world shit. So since you won't tell me, we can kinda treat this as it?" You keep rambling, eyes flitting around the room, very clearly nervous as to his reaction.

Shadow doesn't say anything, or move even. Just staring down at the cupcake.

It looks amateurish, the frosting is lopsided, and the toppings on it look messy. But you made it for him. You even added a big black "1" candle in the center.

He doesn't know what to say, he can feel heat rush through his body, rushing to his ears and his face, and his fur feels constricting.

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck.

You go to open your mouth again, no doubt to apologize, but he beats you to it.

Moving to scoop up the treat, he gently sniffs it before taking a cautionary bite.

A beat passes between the two of you.

"...it's good."

Shadow does his best to ignore the smile that blooms across your face, not wanting to remember just how pretty he finds you like this.

Disgusting.

Shadow doesn't like touch, you know it, he knows it, and everyone knows it. He's threatened to break Sonic's wrist for even so much as patting the older hedgehog on the back. Baring his sharper fangs and hissing out to not touch him ever.

He avoids group hugs from Team Sonic, avoids Tom and Maddie like the plague, dodging every invitation to be a part of the family, it makes him sick to think about it.

With you, it's a little different.

You're not like them, you don't push him to change, you don't have a problem with how closed off he is, giving him space, never once pushing his very strict boundaries.

Something churns in his chest at the sound of you crying in your room, you probably think you're being incognito, holding a pillow to your face to drown out your sobs.

The internal debate is heavy, Shadow used to be able to comfort, to provide warmth, but he hasn't done so in years. Flashes of memories where he would comfort Maria on her bad health days, letting her run her fingers over his quills, to lend an ear to Gerald when he was frustrated about treatments not working.

It's not to say he is replacing you in their place, but it's scary. To open himself up like that again. He can feel his anxiety rising as he goes over the pros and cons of crossing this line. Eyes squeeze shut forcefully as he tells himself he doesn't care about you, that you're an adult, and you don't need to be babied.

His ears twitch when a pathetic little whimper drops from your lips, and his resolve cracks.

You don't look up when he makes his way in, too stuck in your bubble.

Startling a little when two, much stronger and larger hands grab at your own, peeling them away from the pillow. Your puffy bloodshot eyes looking at the hedgehog in front of you, his face set as it usually is, stoic. But his eyes are different, and his body language is different, when has he ever looked at you so softly? It's jarring.

Oh, he's moving closer. Okay. Weird.

"Shadow? Uh, I'm ok-"

You try and lie, it's a pitiful attempt. Your voice is scratchy and the tear tracks down your cheeks aren't helping your plight.

"No, you're not."

He shuts you down immediately, hands sliding up your arms to drag you into him.

The instant your bodies touch, you feel a fresh wave of tears well up in your eyes again.

Shadow has you resting against him, your head resting on him as he wraps himself loosely in your arms, giving you the space to move away if you so choose.

It's the first time he's allowed you to hug him, the first time he's ever initiated contact with someone in years. A fact that you both are well aware of.

A sob works its way up your throat, immediately tightening your grip on the hedgehog, curling into him as you shake.

Shadow doesn't say anything, doesn't make fun of you as snot pours from your nose, doesn't point out that your mascara and eyeliner are getting everywhere, just sits there and lets you cling onto him like he's your only lifeline.

He thinks that this is okay, he's strong enough for you both, and you don't need to worry when he's here.

[positively-mine]

You’re a girl?!

how the twst boys find out you’re a girl & their reactions

tags: afab, accidental touches

a/n: very much self indulgent BUT I COUNDNT STOP THINKING 🤔 what if because it was a boys school that they didn’t have skirts and basically Crowley just made you wear the uniform & you didn't tell anyone. Like epel and lilia’s case, they just thought you were a feminine guy (p.s I just started and I haven’t read any spoilers, except for some info from reddit so I’m very sorry if this has already been covered/ revealed) very gacha coded but PLSSSSS bear this brain rot with me

Some spoilers: until book 3

Series: ❤️ 🧡 🩵 💛 💜 💙 💚

Ace

This can go two ways. Firstly, is that he was chasing deuce or Grimm around and you happen to be walking around the corner. And BAM. You’re both on the ground with him on top of you, caging you into his arms. With both his hands conveniently placed on two lumps on your chest. It takes him a good 3 seconds of staring and squeezing before he realises what they are. What you are. Immediately feels embarrassed and starts screaming and scarmbling to get up.

Orrr he has gotten so used to coming into ramshackle house as he pleases and barges into your room without knocking. You’re both guys, so what’s the problem? Big mistake. Because you’re changing and literally only in your under garments. He’s all red and hot faced before he’s running out of your room and the house into the walkway to calm himself down.

The next time he faces you, he’s apologising while avoiding eye contact. He knows you’ve been through thick and thin together but it really did feel as though his whole world view was shattered when he found out. When he’s hanging out with you, he’s much more careful of where he places his hand and tries to look out for you. Definitely tried to act more manly as well, like when there's an overblot about to happen he either pushes you behind him or blocks you with his body..

Deuce

The way i see this going down is that he’s got his gangster mode on from whatever trouble he’s gotten himself into (or for convenience sake; the broken eggs in book 1). And he’s trying to push you away to stop you from stopping HIM from picking a fight. And something soft hits his forearm. He turns to look at you chest before he quickly realises. He’s screaming like a banshee while moving as far away as he can from you. The initial quarrel was forgotten and now his head is spinning. Thoughts like “what would my mother think if she knew what i did??”, “HES A GIRL?! I MEAN SHE” and so on. The walk back to the kitchen is so quiet that you could basically hear Grimm’s grumbling all the way from Heartsbyul kitchen. Once you arrived back at the kitchen, the guys are wondering why its so quiet between you two but pay no mind to it.

He gets awkward around you every once in a while when realises how close the two of you are but still tries to make up for it. Also becomes more diligent in trying to withhold his gangster personality. He doesn’t want to show anymore of his nasty side to you when he can show you how well he can treat you. Lest he wants to lose you to some other guys…

Trey

This one's tough. I don't know if he has sisters so let's just say that he has. He's one of the first few to realize that you're a girl, being the ever observant person that he is. He sees the pattern when you start getting a little bit more emotional than you are. Snapping at Adeuce and Grimm when you're usually much more patient, getting upset at small things or when he catches you tearing up when you talk about returning to your own world. Yeah he definitely knows.

So it's no surprise when you start to receive more baked treats from him and he's piling up all sorts of nutritious food onto your plate when you sit together. The others are wondering why he's doing that when you're capable of doing it yourself. It's only after several months of this treatment that you realize he knows that you're a girl. And when you confront him about it, "I can't help but want to take care of you when I see you".

Riddle

I like to think that you’re having tea together. He’s invited you to another one of their dorm’s many reason to have tea. Grimm and Ace are fighting for the last cookie and accidentally knock into you as you pick up your teacup. Splashing the liquid all over your dress shirt. Riddle is of course, furious. Rule #363, never spill your tea. Especially on a Tuesday. He’s screaming at them both when his eyes move to check if you’re okay. And that’s when he sees some blue peeking out at the wet area of your shirt. It takes him a quick second to march over to you and drape his blazer over you. “You should go back and change. Make sure to take a warm bath unless you want to catch a cold.” You nod at him confusedly. He watches as you make your way down the steps. He turns to the rest of the members with pink tinted cheeks. “Unfortunately this tea party will have to be cancelled,” and he quickly turns back to walk to his dorm before anyone can say anything.

The next time you see him, his cheeks are tinted pink and he’s trying very hard to not make eye contact with you. Overall, most of your relationship stays the same except that he’s inviting you over for tea more often. But this time its just the two of you. And his excuse? It changes every time. Sometimes its because he says he wants to talk about Adeuce and Grimm’s behaviour, and sometimes it’s because he wants your thoughts on which tea set is better.

Cater

For his case, it's not that he found out, rather he overheard it from a rowdy pair of first years and a cat. He was walking to his next class and about to turn around the corner when he overheard their not so very hushed conversation. His eyes widen very similarly to the saucers that they use for tea. He's kind of upset that he didn't find out himself, but learned it through someone else. Oh well. It's a win-win situation for him anyways.

So when he starts being much more clingier to you and offering to walk you to your classes do you start to get suspicious. He’s always coming over to sit together at your table and visiting you at Ramshackle more. Lounging on the beaten up sofa while you do whatever work you have to. Keeping you company for as long as he can. Or at least until Riddle calls him back or you kick him out. Whichever comes first.

Now imagine there’s a celebration of some sort and he’s excitedly running up the steps to Ramshackle to formally invite you as his date. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he smiles cheekily. And from behind him he pulls out a beautiful dress. “Will you be my date?” No misunderstanding his gestures now.

reblogs appreciated!

[axolotl-in-highheels]

,, Demon made man"

CoD x f! "Violent" reader

Featured characters:

König

Krueger

Horangi

141 as a collective

Note: this is very self indulgent, I only really made this because I am sick and tired of all those x reader hc where you are being walked all over by these men.

So to counteract this i bring you hc for a reader that is just a violent, selfish bastard who has no problem hurting her team-mates if it means finishing a mission.

TW: violence, sadism, bullet wounds, meanies :(, just be prepared for some nasty shit

If you like this kinda stuff let me know, i'd love to go in-deph in a possible part 2.

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König

At first, he didn't spare you a second glance, hell not even a first one. Just another part of an everchanging team no more no less

However, he noticed quickly that you had a problem with authority, his to be precise.

You blew him off at every given chance. Butting into his commands, going off on your own to solve the problem at hand and then take all the glory

It also didn't help that you behaved similar like his old bullies. He though about just shooting you if you weren't so god damn slippery

One of his most memorable memories were is a small russian town where you kidnapped a hostage you needed information out of

The interrogation was left to you, he was planning on you being the good cop and him the bad one

However, that quickly de-railed when you started to peel the victims skin off. Eating up every cry of pain with a sick grin

Since then, every time you are paired with him his pulse skyrockets

Sebastian Krueger

Similar to his Austrian collegue, he didn't notice you at first, maybe he'd scoff at having to drag a girl around as another weight on his boot but nothing more

But his tune changed abruptly when you two were on a solo-mission

It began on the helio to the drop-off zone. He had been cleaning one of his knives when you made fun of his technique.

Later when you entered the town, the order was to retrieve a suitcase filled to the brim with important info on the ultranationalists

It was never officially stated but you both knew that whoever secured the case would get all the glory, so you two were butting heads all the way there.

It all came to a head when you were just one room removed from the case. He had shoved you back, intending to take it himself, when all of the sudden...

You shot him, right in the back of his knee downing him. Sauntering over in the most casual way, like one would take a stroll through the neighborhood.

Oh he saw red but couldn't do much of the account of a bullet wound in his leg.

After the mission was over he was waiting to smother you in your sleep, unlucky for him you got the praise of the higher-ups and a month vacation for yourself.

The next time you saw eachother was in passing but by then he couldn't have done anything no matter how much he wanted to.

Horangi

For some more positive vibes, you got along quite good actually.

You two hit it off, albeit a bit klunky since your voices were drowned out by the loud-ass helio

Your missions together were embossed by good teamwork and a quick completion

Even then, Horangi noticed you were off, after peticularly bloody missions you were unusually chipper and in high spirits like a child who got gifted a candybar

But one assignment really cemented his suspicions.

It was in a chinese mafia den. The entire mission was already going to shit from the get go, you, Horangi and one other soldier were hiding behind a crate, surrounded by lower goons

When all of the sudden you grabbed the soldier and brutally used him as a meat-shield to advance to the offenders.

Ever since then he decided to never stand within arms reach of you. Ever.

141 Extra

You only went out with the taskforce once before their captain refused to work with you anymore.

At first the boys were quite welcoming, bit hesitant, but welcoming nontheless.

Seargent Soap and Gaz were very chatty with you, ingaging in endearing small talk.

L.T. Ghost was pretty stand-offish but that was to be expected by his reputation.

It all went south quickly after you were rounding up cartel members, shooting them down after you were given the order to leave no one alive

At the end, you encountered the son on the leader, a teenage boy maybe 15 or 16.

The 141 was debating what to do with him since they couln't eliminate a child. You however saw the foreboding danger.

The assassination of his family would undoubtedly lead to revenge, something that will be dangerous.

So, without hesitating, you killed him. A bullet point-blank to the skull.

The aftermath was ugly, first stunned silence then outrage. Soap was on you first, going on and on about ethics, Gaz quickly joining.

After much verbal berating and a lack of guilt from you cemented their disdain.

Since then, they avoid you like the plague.

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So, I hope you enjoyed that. Like I said it's kinda violent but I feel like that is what this fandom needs. If you are curious the reader is based off an OC if you want to know more about her or want her to be the focus of a part 2 let me know.

Let me know your opinions, good or bad in general. Construcive critisism is also very welcome.

Anyways, thank you for reading

[sankttealeaf]

gaze upon the stars

pairing ; gale x (cleric) gender neutral!reader

summary ; you make a comment that you've never really seen a meteor shower before, and Gale decides to correct that | AO3

other info ; you know who you are who wanted this3<3 enjoy just pure softness with everyones favourite wizard man<3 gale u are always a winner in my eyes. they star gaze, they kiss, that's it, it's so self indulgent!!

word count ; 4.8k

Your nightly routine usually involves one last check in with your companions before you retreat to your tent. It’s something you actually look forward to doing, gathering up everyone’s opinions on the day and where they think you should go next. As you finish up your conversation with Lae’zel, your attention shifts to where Gale’s tent is after hearing a small commotion coming from that direction. You approach hesitantly, seeing the wizard leave his tent with an arm full of books and a slightly befuddled look. When he sees you, his face lights up. 

“Just the person I wanted to see!” Gale grins, arms outstretched which causes the books to scatter on the floor. "I've been meaning to ask you a very important question." He holds up a book you vaguely recognise to be about the stars. “Are you busy? If you are, I highly suggest clearing those plans.”

“Hello to you too, Gale,” you laugh, taking the book from him and giving it a quick flick through. Lots of dense information about space and the cosmos and what to look for when searching the stars. It’s a little intense for a nightly read before bed so you hand it back to him. “What are you doing, exactly?”

"How are you with heights?" he asks, packing something away into a carriable box before giving you a grin. You have seen that look before - he has a plan in mind and is about to rope you into it. 

"How tall are we talking?" You glance at his packed bag and the other box at his feet, eyebrows raised in curiosity. He quickly places the book you just had into his bag as he stands.

He points eastward. "There's a hill not too far from here that overlooks the valley. It may make someone with a distaste for heights a bit queasy." He picks up his things, nodding in the direction with his head. "There's a meteor shower forecast for tonight and we’re going up there to get a good spot to watch it."

The strange box makes sense now, it houses his telescope. You give him a nod, stepping aside to give him space to walk past you. He begins to walk but stops himself, giving you a look. 

"You never answered my question."

You blink and give a shrug. "I'm alright with heights."

"Excellent!" He pushes the box with the telescope into your arms. "I've packed some food for us as well in case all that stargazing makes us hungry." 

You're a little confused but before you can question him he's walking off in the direction of the hill, leaving you holding his telescope with no other choice but to follow him. 

"Are you coming?" he asks, turning to give you a look of impatience. "The stars aren't going to wait."

"Normally people ask if they want to go stargazing before you hand them a telescope," you say as you rush to fall into step with him, not wanting to get left too far behind.

"You said you wanted to see this earlier."

You recall a conversation you had with Gale this morning where he told you about various meteor showers and you mentioned that you would love to see one. It's funny, you didn't think it would be so soon.

"This particular set of meteors that are due to fly over only occur once in every three hundred years! You're in for a treat tonight," he says through a grin, obviously excited for this little excursion out. As much as you would have liked an early night, watching the stars with Gale isn't a bad way to spend your evening either. It could be worse, after all. 

He summons four iridescent purple balls of light to follow you both, two around him and two around you as to help light the way. You can’t help but reach out to gently touch the glowing orb, feeling a small shock touch your fingertips. The magic feels different to your own, a spark of arcane energy crackles from the orb as you pull your hand back. You've never really thought about the difference between arcane and divine magic before - it's not something you ever needed to think about, but watching as the orbs float alongside you gets you wondering. There's been several times where you've seen Gale cast spells and for the most part they're exactly the same as how you use your magic. You've always wanted to sit down and ask him how he channels his arcane energy, to make notes on ways your magic was alike and ways they differ. There's never been a good time for it. 

The journey doesn't take too long, ten minutes at most. You fill the silence by talking to Gale about what's happened so far on this journey and where he thinks you all should go next. His plans align up with what you wanted to do which is always reassuring to hear. Sometimes you overthink what should come next and get too in your own head with each move you make, so it was comforting to know that you are on the same wavelength as someone else. 

The hill overlooks the entire valley and there’s definitely some height to it - you can see why Gale asked about having a fear of heights earlier. The dancing lights move ahead of you, illuminating a spot that seems to be the perfect place to stargaze at. Gale dismisses them with a wave of his hand and they move like lightning, dissipating into thin air. 

“Your magic is so pretty,” you say as you reach the spot the lights were just at. “It’s so… you.”

He looks taken aback by that comment, unsure of how to respond to it. “No one’s ever said that before. Usually it’s all about the power it holds but never about the aesthetic…”

“Well, they should say it more.” You give him a warm smile, a gentle tap on his arm as you pass him to place the box holding the telescope down. Despite how beautiful it looks it is certainly heavy and you are glad to be rid of the weight. 

A soft blanket is spread across the grass, the moonlight providing you both with enough light to be able to set up the space with ease. Gale begins to take out the telescope, reassembling it with a well practised ease that has you staring a little too long.

“Have you done much stargazing?” he asks, readjusting the positioning of the telescope. 

“I mean, I look at the stars often. Not in depth or anything,” you say with a glance up to the night sky.

He nods in thought, looking up at the twinkling lights and pointing. "Up there. Look." 

You take a step closer to him, eyeing the area of sky Gale is pointing towards. "What am I looking at?"

He moves to stand behind you and tilts your head more to the left, his touch ever so gentle. His hand lingers on your cheek as you spot what he has been pointing at - a small cluster of stars just below the moon, twinkling in sync with each other. It is beautiful.

"Woah," you say softly, watching the stars fade in and out. You count around seven of them, all huddled together in one close area, shining and sparkling in a way that you seem to understand. 

“Scholars reckon that cluster is due to burn out soon,” he says as he steps back. “In the next twenty years or so they might not even be in the sky anymore. A shame, really.”

“That’s… pretty sad, actually. They’ll just cease to exist?” You turn your gaze away from the stars, seeing him set up the telescope to point over at where you were looking. “We’ll never see them again?”

“Such is the life of a star. To exist, to die. Only ever looked upon long after you’re gone.” He peers through the scope, leaving you to sit with the words he just said.

In a strange way you can’t help but project onto that. All the things your God throws at you, hoping one day to be seen as a champion for them, only to be looked at in awe by other acolytes long after you’re here. Stars and martyrs seem to share similarities. You hope you wouldn't burn out before all that though. Everything you do has to mean something. It has to.

A gentle tap on your arm brings you out of your thoughts as Gale waves you over, retreating from the telescope to allow you to take a look through it. 

“Look here, this is something extraordinary,” he says as you approach, leaning down to peer through the scope. 

“Holy shit… A planet?” You pull away to look at him with wide eyes as he nods with matched enthusiasm. “You’re kidding. That’s an actual planet?”

“One of them!” He smiles as you spend a few moments looking at the planet normally and then through the telescope. “If I can remember where the others are located, I am more than happy to point them out to you. It may be the wrong time of year to see some of them clearly, though.”

“It’s so pretty. You can see so many colours through this,” you say in awe, a hand holding the telescope to steady yourself. It gets nudged out of place and suddenly you’re looking at a small set of stars - stars that you are certain you didn't see normally. “There’s so much out there… How do you remember where everything is?”

“Practice. Lots of it. Name me a star and I can most likely point it out to you,” he says, a hand on your shoulder as you stand up from the telescope. 

“I don’t really know many star names,” you admit sheepishly, but that doesn’t seem to bother him at all. 

“Even better!” He begins searching the sky for a moment, before pointing towards something. “See that?” The star he’s pointing towards is bright, probably the brightest in the sky. He’s standing behind you, arm outstretched in front so you can follow where he was pointing at.

“It’s bright. Wait - I know this. It shows the direction of true north, right?” You look at him, noticing how close your faces were in this position. You mentally send a prayer to your God that the moonlight wasn’t bright enough to show the blush spreading on your cheeks.

“Right on the mark.” He drops his hand, letting it rest on your other shoulder. You aren’t sure if you imagine it but you swear you feel a familiar spark as his hand rests on you, similar to what you felt when you touched the dancing light orb. 

“I think I can consider myself an expert at the night sky now. Best watch out, people are going to start asking me for knowledge on the stars instead of you,” you tease, leaning back to nudge into him with a playful smile.

“Alright then, my star expert. Where’s Jassa’s Dagger?” He takes a step back, a look on his face that you can’t work out. Your eyes turn to the stars and you search for something that looks anything like a dagger. The stars blend into one the longer you search and you give Gale a sigh, admitting defeat.

“Nothing up there looks like a dagger. If you point to some stars in a similar area and say it’s supposed to be a dagger, I will walk back to camp,” you say, though the threat is empty. 

He holds back a smile. “I was cheating a little. Jassa’s Dagger is only seen in winter in the north.”

“I can’t believe you would do that to me.” You roll your eyes at him playfully, retreating to sit down on the blanket. “C’mon, self-appointed star expert, show me the stars.” You pat the space next to you, eager to listen to him tell you everything he knows about the night sky. The two of you lie back on the blanket, the evening only beginning.

The moonlight is soft and gentle across Gale's face as he looks up at the sky, an arm behind his head as he points out different constellations to you with an eagerness that warms your heart. Seeing him in this light, in this moment where it's just the two of you, makes you want to be selfish and keep it like this. Would everyone miss you back at camp? Would they even notice? 

"It's so beautiful, isn't it?" he says softly, a smile on his face as his eyes scan across the stars. You haven't been looking at what he was showing you, too enamoured by him to look away. The star's beauty is nothing compared to him, you thought. 

"Yeah, really beautiful," you reply, though you weren’t talking about the stars. 

He catches your gaze on him, and in this light you can see his cheeks flush red. "I thought we were stargazing… not Gale-gazing." 

You let out a laugh. "Can't it be both?"

There’s a moment where he considers something and he keeps his eyes on you for a little longer. “Only if it goes both ways.”

Now it’s your turn for your cheeks to warm up and you turn your gaze back to the stars, feeling his eyes on you as you pretend like everything is fine. It wasn’t, you can feel your heart racing and you hope that it wasn’t too noticeable.

A quiet settles over you both as you look at the night sky. Nothing but a slight breeze breaks the peace you have around you and you wish you could pause time to stay like this forever. It’s such a nice change of pace from running around all day, surviving by the skin of your teeth. You find yourself looking back at Gale once you are certain he’s no longer looking at you, and a smile crosses your face. He looks so at peace here. Another reason why you want to stay like this, you suppose. For so long you’ve both been dealt problems after problems and to finally carve out a moment’s peace? You want to be selfish. You feel like you deserve to be selfish right now.

He catches you staring again and moves his arm, an invitation for you to move closer to him if you want. It’s something you accept almost immediately, resting your head on his chest with a soft sigh of content. There’s only been a handful of times where you had an excuse to be this close to Gale and you were going to savour every moment of this. He’s warm, and in this proximity you can smell the faintest hint of old books, like you’ve just stepped foot in a library. It’s comforting and you ease yourself into his arms, gazing back up at the sky.

Now that you are both in the same space, he begins to point out specific stars and constellations to you, talking softly in detail about each and every one of them. His voice is calming; you could quite easily fall asleep to the sound of him. Maybe once all of this was over you could curl up in his arms with a good book with no worries except what to read afterwards. A quaint and quiet life away from tadpoles and illithids and sleeping in the middle of nature. You couldn’t help but feel a little silly for imagining a life with Gale once the tadpole is removed, having no idea if he even felt the same way towards you. You’re reminded that he’s quite literally holding you in his arms right now and took you stargazing because you brought it up earlier today. Perhaps it isn’t as one sided as you thought.

As you gaze up at the sky, looking at each star Gale points at that makes up a constellation, your eyes are suddenly drawn to some movement further west. Darting across the sky in a beam of light is what you only assume is a meteor. 

“I just saw something go across the sky,” you say quickly, tapping him in excitement and pointing in the direction of where the meteor flew by. Another moves across the sky and you grin widely, sitting up to get a better look. Gale follows, arm behind you and shoulder touching yours. He lets out a small gasp when another meteor is seen.

“Incredible! I wasn’t expecting them to be seen until later on,” he admits and you thank the stars for their early arrival.

Seeing each meteor race across the sky, sometimes multiple at a time, is wondrous. It amazes you how these things are possible and how this is the first time you were properly paying attention to it. So much of your nights were staring blankly at the sky and waiting for sleep to come but this was so different. You are actually enjoying it.

After a rather particularly dazzling set of stars shoot across the sky you turn to Gale to see his reaction but you’re met with his soft gaze on you instead.

“Hey… I thought we were stargazing,” you say quietly with a grin, ignoring how you are certain you are blushing. It’s fine when you were the one looking at him but to be on the receiving end makes you feel very flustered.

He doesn’t reply for a beat, instead moving a hand to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear ever so delicately. “I’ve seen a million stars, but nothing as beautiful as how you look right now.”

It is unexpected to the point where you have to remind yourself to breathe. Gale's hand rests on your cheek and you find yourself leaning into the touch. 

"Three hundred years is a long time to wait for the next meteor shower," you whisper, hand coming up to rest atop of his. 

"The stars can wait," he replies. 

You can't help but laugh softly. "That's not what you said earlier." 

He smiles in response and goes to reply, but his eyes are drawn upwards and drops his hand from your cheek. You’re met with the cool night air again and cannot help but miss his touch already. 

Above you the sky lights up with many trails of stars shooting across the space. When one disappears another takes its place and if your mind wasn’t so full of thoughts you would think of some poetic line about people and burning out and divinity. But right now all you could think about was Gale. As you look back across at him, you get the sense that he’s equally as distracted.

You reach for him, hand resting on his chest as the thought of how willing he was to sacrifice himself for everything crosses your mind. A frown forms on your face at that, the idea that things could be so very different if you had let him. 

“I’m glad you’re still here,” you whisper. Part of you hopes it was quiet enough that he didn't hear it but when his eyes widen ever so slightly at your comment you wish you had said it louder, to tell the Gods that they were not going to take the people you care about from you that easily.

“I’m glad, too,” he replies, his hand brushing against yours for a second. “As much as my sacrifice would help, I would miss these little moments… with you.” He takes your hand, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles. The gesture is unexpected yet he does it so gently you swear your heart misses a beat. 

It’s like time freezes, as Gale looks up at you with a small smile. You brush your hand against his cheek, finding yourself leaning closer to him. There’s a mix of emotions you are feeling as the space between you both grows smaller - nerves and excitement course through your veins. 

“Is this alright?” he whispers as you give him a nod in response, a smile spreading across your face.

The kiss is gentle, short but sweet yet his touch lingers on you in a similar way to how your magic lingers after casting. It’s addictive and you cannot help but want more.

After living your life for so long following the demands and pressure of your deity, to allow yourself to indulge in such mortal desires is something you have never considered before. 

There’s still a hint of nervousness in the air, a hesitancy that echoes around the both of you. For so long the divine have played roles in both of your lives and now, in this space, it was just the two of you. No Gods, no outside opinions, just you and Gale and the millions of stars shining down upon you.

You didn't need the divine to tell you what to do or how to feel - you were allowing yourself this moment of peace in the middle of chaos. 

It's like a thousand stars are inside of you, twinkling and burning brightly as he reaches for you, meeting you for another kiss. His arms wrap around you and you feel the nerves melt away. Your hands tangle in his hair as he pulls you closer, leaning back onto the blanket. A soft laugh escapes your lips as you adjust to the new position, his lips meeting yours before they could be apart for too long. The kiss turns from gentle and shy to something deeper, only growing with each touch and movement. It’s like nothing you could imagine and all you could think of was wanting more.

From  the forest behind you a deep and sudden hoot spooks you both, an unexpected noise in the serene quiet you have carved out. A wave of divine energy leaves your hand on instinct, a guiding bolt scorching one of the nearby trees. The smell of burnt wood fills your nose as the flap of wings signals to you that the owl flies off, not wanting to be hit.

“You certainly showed that tree,” Gale says with a small laugh, hands resting on your waist as you turn back to him, embarrassed. 

“I guess I’m slightly on edge still,” you reply, the warmth of your magic still coating your hands. Perhaps you overreacted to that. “Though, if anyone is sneaking up on us I think I scared them away.”

Gale sits up and draws a sigil in the air, bringing back the dancing lights. He sends them away, casting light around the forest to make sure no one is sneaking up on you. When the lights show nothing but trees you relax.

“Perhaps it’s time we call it a night?” he suggests. “The last thing we need is for one of our fellow companions to come searching for us and you scorch them into a crisp.”

“You’re right.” You move back to give him some space, turning your gaze back up to the sky. “Who knew the stars could be so much fun?”

He laughs, giving you a look that suggests that he knows it wasn’t just the stargazing you enjoyed. “I’m more than happy to lend you books on the stars if you’re enjoying yourself that much.”

“Only if you read it to me. I quite like the sound of your voice.” You note the blush on his cheeks when you say that, and he’s quick to turn his back to you to start packing everything away.

The dancing lights return to your little area, the purple orbs of light flickering around you as Gale begins to pack away the telescope. You sit, fingers grazing across one of the orbs with a curious intent. A tiny shock of energy responds to your touch and Gale turns to look at you with a frown.

“Everything alright?” he asks as you give a nod, moving your hand away from the light that floats by you. He looks from the orb to you and smiles. “You know I can feel when you interact with them.”

“You can?” You gently poke the light and he laughs, taking a seat opposite you.

“It’s more like I can sense when things are interacting with it. Good for things like a mage hand or bigger spells, useless for others,” he explains and you nod, moving the light away from your face so you don't blind yourself with it. “I assume you have a similar thing with your magic?”

You give him a shrug, never having thought of that. “I’m not really sure. Your magic feels a lot different to mine, which makes sense, I suppose… being that mine’s divine in nature.”

He looks at you curiously, head tilted to the side. “What does it feel like?”

“It feels like lightning, but smaller. Every time I touch the lights there’s a crackle of energy,” you explain, hand brushing over one of the orbs that is near you. “It’s like I’m standing outside just before a storm… everything’s on edge and there’s a sense of static in the air.”

Gale nods as you speak, purple light casting over the both of you as the dancing lights rotate around. He looks pretty in the light and you want to capture the sight of him in your mind forever.

“And what does my magic feel like? You’ve certainly experienced enough of it to know.” You grin. There’s been many times where you would be at Gale’s side to heal him after a rough round of combat. No matter how many times you told him to keep back he seemed to enjoy rushing in and obliterating anything that came towards him.

“Warm. It reminds me of home if I’m being completely honest. I feel safe,” he says softly and you weren’t expecting that. “Not to play favourites but I prefer the feel of your magic than Shadowheart’s. Hers is cold, slightly suffocating in a unusual way. Yours is like… a warm embrace from someone you love.”

You immediately feel that comment going to your head and even though you wouldn't dare tell Shadowheart that, it makes you feel… something. It is hard to pinpoint the exact feeling but you know that you were going to think about that for a long while now.

Safe. The word repeats around your head and you feel your chest well with warmth at the fact that Gale felt safe around you and your magic. The divine works in mysterious ways and they seem to have blessed you with this moment. It made all the times you’ve healed him worth it.

Once everything is packed away, you begin the walk back towards camp hand in hand. It’s nice, though the closer you get back to the others you can’t help but grow nervous. The quiet away from everyone has been nice and it’s a shame it was over. As much as you enjoy the company of everyone else, sometimes they could get a bit much. You give Gale a sad look as you let go of his hand, but he just nods in understanding. This was new. You didn't want to rush anything yet.

Scratch runs up to you both as you enter camp and you’re quick to give him as many scratches as possible to keep him from barking and waking everyone up. Not that it mattered much, but you preferred your late night excursion out with Gale to not become the camp’s latest gossip. You walk back to Gale’s tent, Scratch following at your heel.

“This was fun,” you say, setting down the telescope case. “We should do it again.”

Gale gives you a sly smile. “The stargazing? Or the…” he pauses, taking a quick glance around the other tents to make sure no one else was awake. 

You’re quick to finish off his sentence. “Why not both?”

“I suppose you’re right. It was quite fun, even if it does feel a little juvenile to sneak away for a secret rendezvous of sorts.” 

“Would you prefer it if everyone knew? We can always announce it loudly next time,” you say with a laugh as he’s quick to shake his head.

“Gods no. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps in the future? If this is a thing we are to keep doing… I do rather enjoy your company, you know.”

“So do I.” You look behind you, and when you are certain the coast is clear, press a soft kiss to his cheek. 

As you start to take a step back, he catches your lips in a kiss. It’s over quicker than you would have wanted but you were both playing a dangerous game doing this so out in the open. But everyone was asleep, surely stealing kisses from him would be fine?

Against what your mind is telling you to do, you put space between you both. “Goodnight, Gale.”

“Goodnight,” he replies with a warm smile, watching you leave for a beat before heading into his own tent to hide how red his face was.

You retreat back to your own tent for the night, Scratch following behind you. Before you head inside to rest, you look back through the treeline up at the stars and smile. Maybe stargazing was more fun than you originally thought.

[vinestaffery]

if I could request something I’d love hc’s on darkheart it’s completely fine if not though I loved ur illumina ones and thought you might be willing to do darkheart:)!

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darkheart x gender-neutral reader headcanons

content: slight jealousy themes; worshipping elements; romantic headcanons; established relationship; mentions of insecurity of body

authors note: i had actually started this writing a while back, but lost the draft after my computer shut down which caused a major meltdown and pause for me when writing. so sorry for the wait, tried retrieving as much info about the old writing before!

pulling darkheart was something that was completely off of your list. it was strange how such a man could fall for someone like you, but it didn't seem to affect you as much. he was just the same as you, just a few more advancements and such. but, that didn't stop you from loving each and every bit about him. he was so lovable, you couldn't take anyone else other then him repeatedly.

very poetic, but that type of corny poetic, the one where he'd try fluster you but it'd leave you embarrassed and giggling, those are the types of flirts he loves doing around you. hearing your laugh and such just motivates him everyday. he couldn't help but feel proud of himself whenever he got that one smile or laugh out of you just for him being him.

he would always blabber about you to the other deities, sometimes even pissing them off because of how much he just talked about you!! oh he was overjoyed to have you as a partner, i mean, who wouldn't?

he NEVER struggled with affection, unless he wasn't in the certain mood to take it in. but, when hes not in an angry and a type of mood where you'd back off but still cherish his presence, he is the biggest cuddle bear possible. he picks you up, swings you around before embracing you. he were to be acting as if he hasn't seen you after a war! but, it always felt nice to feel him wrap his arms around him and question about your day.

always a gifter, specifically a strange gifter, but you love the little things he sees you in. sometimes, he'd bring you glass-stones or shiny material, it reminded you of a crow! he'd always deliver them by the door whenever he can or window, surprising you with the strangest of gifts. he found it ever so enchanting to see just figments of you in every little tiny thing, settling his interest only on delivering it to you. you have even dedicated this small thing of his to a whole array of ornaments! you just loved his little knick knacks and his lovable, dumb head.

sometimes, you'd play around with him and give him some sort of worshipping-type feeling. it never failed him to fluster or embarrass him, but it all for jokes (nothing sexual) that he tends to do with you! sometimes, he'd worship you in a lovable way, sometimes making the smallest of gestures. but, he does this MOSTLY whenever your insecure of yourself.

you have a tummy? who cares! he loves that shit. you got a small chest and believe you don't represent too much? don't you dare say that! your more then anything! your struggling with some identity issues and crisis's? dont worry, he'll be right there to tell you its completely okay, and that he sees you for who you are. he is so accepting and he'll take that to the grave!

sometimes, he struggles to get some sleep. for some guy, he really doesn't know how sleeping with someone works. sometimes, you can feel his legs tangle with yours, but he'd shy away and apologise. you'd end up tangling yours with his. sometimes, his wings may be the worst case for him, but that doesn't stop you from trying your best to help out.

this guy really likes weight ontop of him (self indulgence here, apologies!!!), so please do whatever you can to give him that weight. you want to just lay on him? go right ahead! he'd love that shit. he'll wrap his arm around you and just hold you close.

a great cook, but also a goofster with it too. sometimes, he'll make the cooking look a bittt funky, but that doesn't stop him from making the gourmet dishes. but, sometimes, he may make something thats... a bit strange. not to recall, that one kitchen incident you both had once!

i know i said this with illumina's one, but he would also do the one where he'd put his chin on your head and relax. he does this mostly to peeve off other robloxians that may interact with you. he doesn't do this because he's jealous (he does) but mostly to tell everyone that YOU are HIS! you are his for keeping!

corny nicknames!!! sometimes you call him your goober and he calls you his little shmoopy. he is always keen on other nicknames, but shmoopy is such a heart resonator for you and him. sometimes, he says it in public and it's the only way to catch your attention.

i hope these were good enough!! i was a bit tired but otherwise, i hope you enjoyed these..!!

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Deal Breaker

Trans!Santiago Garcia X GN!Reader • Rating: PG  Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

A/N: Written for @romanarose's Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024! (Super late, but this is for the 'coming out' theme, thank you for letting me post it so late💚) This is super self-indulgent and just like *dreamy sigh* what would be the nicest reaction someone would have to someone else telling them they're trans.

Summary: Santi has something to tell you.

Warnings: overuse of italics, swearing, Santi being anxious, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1014

Santi paced back and forth outside of your house, practically wearing a groove into the pavement. (And trying not to walk into the lamp post again.) 

He’d been there for over ten minutes, trying his best to work up enough nerve to knock on your door. 

You’d been on one date, a chill one. Just a drink and cake at a little coffee shop he’d recommended. (Or, more correctly, Will had recommended and Santi had taken credit for.) You’d both ended up staying there talking for almost four hours. 

You've been messaging everyday, joking, sending voice notes, videos and pictures. Everything was going great. He liked you. A lot. 

And now he was going to fuck it all up. 

“Hi, just wanted to let you know…” He muttered under his breath, repeating what he was going to say, what he needed to say. “I just thought you should know… you know… before this gets any further, not that things have to get further, I mean… I want to say I like you and I’m… I’m…” 

“Santi?” 

He jumps, visibly jumps, his eyes wide like a rabbit startled by headlights. 

You find it quite endearing the way he looks at you, a bright panic. You’d just been grabbing some last minute bits and pieces and your local corner shop for the meal you were making together tonight. 

“Trans!” Santi says a little too loud. 

“What?” 

“Erm…”

“Trains?” 

“No.” 

“What did you say?”

He pauses, biting his bottom lip. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck. “Trans.” He says very softly, closing his eyes for a second. This was not how it was meant to go. “I’m… I wanted to tell you before… I really like you and… you should know… I’m, I’m trans. I’m a trans man.” 

He looks up at you, ready to see disgust. Rejection. 

Instead you smile warmly and nod. “Okay, thank you for telling me.” You point to your front door, “you wanna go inside?” 

He pauses, staring at you for a long moment as his brain tries to and two and two together but keeps getting minus seven. “I… erm… inside?” 

“For the food, the meal date? We were gonna cook together?” You say politely, mistaking his confusion.

“You, you still want to… go out with me?” He doesn’t mean for the words to come out so softly, so small. 

It’s your turn to pause and truly absorb what he said. Your eyes widening as realisation dawns. “Oh, of course! Santi, fuck, sorry,” you put you hand on his arm and squeeze reassuringly. “It’s not a problem for me that you're trans, no problem at all. Doesn’t affect anything. I really like you too.” 

He gives you a brilliant smile, all of his nervous energy outpouring as relief washes over. 

He nods and walks with you as you both move towards the door, taking your shopping bag for you as you fish out your keys. 

“Do you, erm,” he pauses for a second to take off his shoes as you do the same, “do you have any… questions?” 

You turn away just to shut the door before you look back at him. “Questions?” 

“Yeah… about the trans stuff.” He shakes his head, trying to sound more assertive. Fuck, being shot at was always easier than this. “I mean, me being trans.” 

“Do you usually get questions?” 

He nods. 

You pause, thinking it over for a second. “Do you want me to ask questions?” You say sincerely. 

He smiles and rubs the back of his head. “You know, no one's ever asked that before.” 

You smile back.

“Erm, yeah, yeah,” he nods, “questions would be good actually. Normal.” 

You laugh good naturedly, “kay,” you make your way to the kitchen, pointing out the different rooms as you go. 

“Your house is really nice.” 

“Thank you.” 

“And thank you for, well, being so… for being normal about how I blurted it out outside, usually I’m a bit more together.” He says, a touch of bashfulness in his tone. 

“Are people usually not normal? Wait, that’s a numb as fuck question.”

Santi laughs as you pull a face. “A lot of people are very normal about it,” he smiles, “but I don’t tell a lot of people.” 

You nod as you start to unpack your bag, Santi jumps in to help. “So, when did you transition?” 

“Well,” he takes a deep breath. “I know it’s a cliche but I kind of always knew, you know?” 

“Not cliche, just a common experience.” You smile and nudge your shoulder into his. 

He grins. “Started ‘dressing like a boy’ when I was 15, but it wasn’t until I was 18 and out of the house that I changed my name and stuff.” 

You nod. 

“Been on T for a long time now. Managed to get top surgery when I was 24.” He pauses, “sorry, I’m word vomiting all over the place here and-”

“Hey,” you smile warmly, taking his hands, there’s a slight tremor to them. You rub your fingers over his skin reassuringly. “It’s good, great. Not oversharing, thank you for wanting to share with me.” 

He returned the expression a little shyly, “thanks, I just…” He screws up his eyes and sighs, “need to overshare one more thing.” 

“Go ahead.” You give his hands a soft squeeze.

“I’m, I haven’t had bottom surgery.” He swallows, keeping his eyes closed, “I don’t know if that’s a deal breaker for you, I understand if it is.” 

You lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Not a problem.” 

He opens his eyes quickly, looking at you like you painted every pink sunset cloud in the sky, before he presses a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. “Thank you.” He mutters, stroking your cheek and kissing you again. 

He slowly steps closer, pressing flush against you and snaking his right hand to rest on your hip, giving him all the leverage he needs to gently press you back against the counter top and slip his tongue into your mouth. 

It is a long time before the half unpacked groceries are remembered. 

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[slimespecter]

i keep thinking about how i never talk about my characters, and decided im gonna change that! keeping any future oc ramblings tumblr exclusive. because i like yall

of course, first up is stanley. gonna start by copy and pasting his info from his toyhouse profile below! (which you can also check out here!)

Name: STANLEY PRESCOTT

He/Him - Age: 25 (Born on August 14, 1982 - His storyverse takes place in the mid-late 2000’s!) - Height: 5’10 ft (178 cm)

Voiceclaim: Keith Murray

Computer technician by day, guitarist and singer by night.

Stanley’s a bit of an aimless adult, just going through the motions - working at his dads computer repair shop part-time, messing around with electronics instead of fixing them - He’s good at his job, after all computers are what he specializes in, but he never realized just how… Boring it would be. Starting a band with his best friend Richie has brought some excitement, and given them a good excuse to constantly hang out and party. Hell, he’ll take any excuse to find some fun in his mind-numbingly boring life.

He still feels some obligation towards helping his dad out, though, and his part-time job helps his band cover costs, so he’ll deal with it till they make their big break. Till then, he’s satisfied playing small shows and is just happy to be hanging around his closest friends. Although… He can't really explain it, but ever since he tried repairing his dad's computer to resell it, he feels like lately his own electronics have been acting rather... Buggy.

Personality:

Stanley can come off as a bit cocky and self-assured, especially when on stage performing for an adoring crowd - what can he say? He loves the attention! But he’s overall a nice, friendly guy. He’s very witty and playful, and a tad sarcastic - he loves bizarre, dry humor and being a facetious ass to his friends. He’s definitely much calmer and pleasant to talk to than he seems - at least, compared to how he acts on stage and around his closer friends. He often shies away from more serious situations if he can help it, he hates confrontation and will avoid directly confronting a situation if he can - which usually leads to shit building up and blowing up in his face. Once pulled into a situation, however, he doesn’t shy away from it - just because he hates confrontation doesn't mean he’s afraid of it, but he’ll try and keep things from blowing waaay out of proportion if possible. He can get very snarky, blunt, and direct when upset - which is very rare, its hard for him to get seriously upset. He’s often called stubborn, as once he’s set his mind on something it can be hard for him to budge on whatever it is. He can also be very irresponsible and impulsive - If it piques his curiosity even the slightest, its easy to drag him along for whatever - he’ll often indulge in his own wants and skirt away from his responsibilities to go out and have fun, go drinking, party, etc. He‘s young, he’s kinda dumb, and he just wants to have fun!

Random Notes:

Ever since he fixed his dads stupid computer (and got shocked when he plugged it in), electronics have started to glitch out, spark, and stop working whenever he’s near for no reason. He has no idea why this happens, and it interferes with his job- and it gets worse whenever he gets worked up, often accidentally shocking himself and the tech around him.

His hair started prematurely graying when he was 18. He owns it though and claims it makes him look cool and mature- although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel at least a bit self conscious about it. It goes completely gray by the time he reaches his mid 30s.

Richie’s the one who taught him guitar, and gifted him his first guitar- Rocky, a blue stratocaster. He has a growing collection of guitars that he‘ll switch between, but mainly uses Rocky (his blue strat) and Crash (his green custom-built strat) when performing. He also taught himself to play drums- he isn’t very good at it though.

He‘s a huge nerd when it comes to his equipment - god, don’t even get him started on his collection of guitar pedals or his set up. You wont be able to get him to shut up. Anyways, check out his sweet pedalboard setup - Hey, wait! Where’re ya goin’?

He drives a 2000s Toyota Sienna!

Diet Coke addict. Fuck, he loves the taste of fizzy ultra processed chemicals.

He loves cats! Unfortunately, he is also allergic to cats. Will this stop him from petting any he sees anyways? Absolutely not. Allergies be damned. In fact, he has a cat of his own (named Russel!) He’s also allergic to shellfish and kiwi’s - which he doesn’t like as much.

[sapphostoes]

In My Ler Arc

or: Why I decided to offer my body as a vessel for wickedness

Gosh this could definitely use some editing, but I've been trying to finish it for a month now, and I just need to get it out there. Anyway lots of fairly useless info about my feelings below!

When I was a kid, I spent long hours alone on the computer in my room, indulging my unexplainable cravings through anything and everything I could find on TMF, Tickle Theater DeviantArt, YouTube, Google Images, and wherever else. The tickling side of it all was new to me, and I was deeply intrigued by everything I saw. I didn't know until then that you could really tie someone up unless you were a movie villain. But then again, just about everything I saw and read back then was from the perspective of a movie villain. The guy kidnaps the girl and has his way with her. That's just how it goes. I was supposed to identify with the guy. I didn't think twice about it for a long time.

I don't remember what exactly got me curious, but one day, I started to wonder what it would really feel like to be the victim in all this media I was consuming. After all, sensation is what the whole experience is built on, and I couldn't really imagine it. I mean, I'd been tickled by my dad growing up (a little too hard to be perfectly honest), but it wasn't like what I was seeing in artwork and videos. I started to get very curious, and before I knew it, I had lost interest in identifying with the lers and started automatically self-inserting as the lees in everything I saw and read. I started thinking critically about power and paying attention to my own body. I wondered where I was actually ticklish and what my reactions would be like. I tried self-tickling, with underwhelming results. In high school, a friend squeezed my knee under the table in art class, and I got butterflies in my stomach. When she saw the look in my eyes, we both understood that this would be happening a lot more throughout the year. (Thanks Jezzy, that shit was rad 💕💕)

At my first Tickle SIG, I watched someone get absolutely thrashed on the cot, and I was mesmerized. I asked to go next, and I asked the villain responsible for what I'd just seen to work on me. I was very lucky, luckier than I realized, to receive a session's worth of her time and attention that day. A lot of sessions have faded from my memory over the years, but I still remember her nails on my armpits and the bruises she left on my ribs. I would feel them ache as I moved over the following week, and I would feel butterflies thinking of her.

There was no going back. I was a lee.

But over time, I started to realize it wasn't as simple as I'd first thought. There are very few lers on this earth like the one who took care of me at that first SIG. I did meet a few others who could do some decent damage to me, but I also had several sessions where lers would simply get confused and not know what to do with me. I was confused as well, until I saw the pattern and started to understand that I'm a difficult lee. For starters, my feet aren't very ticklish, and it generally takes some methodical deep tissue squeezing to really get me. Verbalizing that information has helped somewhat, but it's still hit and miss. Truly satisfying sessions have been very rare.

(If any past lers are reading, I want you to know that I appreciate you so much, and if our sessions seemed good to you, then they probably were! This is an internal experience I've been having for a long time. It's not about your skill or dedication or anything like that!!)

Then I met my partner L. She was from outside the community. She was very nervous about tickling me, and also a bit uneasy with restraints in general. But before we'd even gotten that far, she did something crucial. As we were kissing in bed for the first time, she sat up, wrapped her arms around me, and hoisted me up to her lips. I'm not a small person, so I was completely stunned by this. Things shifted in my brain at that moment and have never shifted back. It felt like being programmed. I hadn't felt anything like it since that first session at my first SIG, but this was so much more.

When it came time to tickle me, she was ungodly talented at it right from the start. She's truly one of the most monstrous and the most loving lers I've ever been within 100 miles of. Besides having incredible intuition with her hands (and her feet, but that's a different subject 😶), she had a truly vicious presence so intense that it shifted gravity in the room. There was no act. She growled into my ear, and she meant it.

I was never the same.

In the immediate aftermath, I was so deeply affected that I made some truly reckless moves. I told L I wanted to be 24/7 lifestyle together, and I wanted her to collar me (even though I knew next to nothing about that kind of dynamic). I told her I wanted her to tickle me without asking (but later resented when she did). It was all very unfair to her, especially since I was her point of entry into kink. But long story short, we both got our heads on straight about it after a while.

Covid struck very early into our relationship, and so L and I sped up our plans to move in together. On the one hand, this meant that I got in about two solid years of getting absolutely rocked by this force of nature almost daily. But on the other hand, it meant that we had spent two years in a theoretically poly / enm relationship that was in practice functioning like a mono relationship. I could write a whole post about how things played out when it came time to reconnect with the community, but long story short, me and L spent some time apart.

My first two events back in the scene were AUNT and P## 2024. I had a magical time at both and wouldn't trade them for anything 💕💕 But as a lee, my experiences were about the same as before I met L. I had a little bit of fun, but nothing too much past a warmup in terms of overall effect, even with one of the rare lers who had been successful with me in the past. In one session, it felt like the lers were bored with me and wanted to get it over with. Once we shuffled lees, the energy was suddenly electric. It wasn't devastating or anything, but it was definitely disheartening and made me feel like I had low value as a lee.

Okay but have you tried tickling people??

For most of my time in the community, if you'd asked me, I would've told you that I'm not a good ler and I don't have any interest in it. I occasionally had fun joining the ler team for public cot scenes at the DC SIG and that sort of thing, but with one or two exceptions, the few times I tried to ler solo were some of my most humiliating experiences in kink. In the cases where I had some success, I couldn't really tell you what I did differently. It just seemed like there were some lees who would simply melt for me. It was a strange feeling.

After a while of being together with L, she got curious about leeing. I told her I wouldn't be a very good introduction to it, but I would do what I could. She turned out to be one of those lees who would just melt under my very unskilled touch. I found it fairly unsatisfying, especially because the way her body is sensitive to tickling is night and day from how my body is sensitive, so I always felt disconnected from her, like I was just guessing and getting away with it. But there's no one who deserved to explore leeing more than her, so I did what I could.

That was my last ler experience before I started to fully transition. Just for clarity, what I mean is that, up to this point (2022ish), I was somewhat gender fluid but primarily lived as and was perceived as male, and after this point, I started taking steps to change my body and my social relationships to live as and, as much as possible, be perceived as female. A whole subject of its own, needless to say. But what's important here is that transitioning has gone pretty well for me over the last few years, and I feel very comfortable and relaxed with myself and the gendered aspects of my relationships with others at this point.

I didn't read too much into it at the time. There were other factors that I assumed had played a bigger role than anything to do with me. The other ler was most definitely the one in the driver's seat, which took pressure off of me and allowed me to relax into things. But he noticed it too and made a point to tell me that he saw me really grow into my ler side during the session. I briefly started describing myself as an "occasional sidecar ler" after this session. (It doesn't fit me anymore, but I love the term and I hope someone else can get some use out of it!)

My first few ler experiences after making significant progress in my transition felt different. The first was with one other ler who I was already close with and a lee I'd just recently met but had a lovely connection with. (In fact, this was the session right after we shuffled lees that I mentioned earlier.) For the first time I can remember, I felt loose and relaxed and light working on this boy. I'd always felt so heavy and clumsy in the past. Beyond just the verbal consent and description of where he was comfortable being touched that the lee gave us, I truly and effortlessly felt like I could float and wrap myself around him like a cloud, and it could only make him feel warm and fuzzy and cared for. (Even as he was screaming through a ball gag 💕💕)

The next time I found myself in a ler situation, it was less of a session and more of an impromptu 3-person tumble. I was together with L again at this point, and we had recently tripped and fallen into a throuple with R. R is very switchy, and him being in the tumble shifted the balance of power that had existed between me and L for several years. For the first time, L couldn't just flash dom eyes at me and slam me onto my back whenever she wanted. L was being topped by 2 lers with 4 hands between us, and that was a lot more to contend with. (I mean, L can always take charge of any situation if she really wants to, but yknow, she waited a lot longer.) I know she felt different about this time because, fairly early on, she cried out "It feels so weird being topped by you!!" And it did feel weird, but also felt right in a strange way.

But R is the lee who's truly responsible for releasing the monster that had been dormant in me all this time. I moved in with him when I came up to Pittsburgh last November, and him being such a little squish, it was only a matter of time before my fingers got to wiggling on him. You can't possibly ask for more in a lee. He doesn't even try to get away ffs. You can literally swipe a single finger anywhere on his body, and he'll just bliss out and forget what he was saying. It's stupid. And it's just too fucking easy to trip and fall into tickling him, even if you're still holding onto a misguided identity as a lee.

The last thing that needed to fall into place was my nails. At the beginning of this year, I got my nails done at a salon for the first time for a work holiday party. I kept them fairly short so that they wouldn't get in the way of typing at work, but eventually they grew out long enough to be tickly. They weren't the right shape for maximum effect, but the first time they zapped R while we were sitting on the couch together, my pupils dilated and I performed unholy rituals on every part of his body. (For my regular readers, all 0 of you, this was the Wolf x Ice Climbers matchup night.) As he was quick to point out, this was all me. I couldn't argue.

AUNT 2025

In the leadup to AUNT this year, I contemplated what I really wanted to get out of it. This was the when the last leaf fell off the tree. I reflected on all of my uninspiring lee sessions over the years and all the effortless success I'd been having as a ler in more recent times. I reflected on all the dramatic changes that have taken place in my life over the past year, and the lesson that ties them all together: stop trying to force things that aren't working, and go with the flow where things are working.

What I wanted to get out of AUNT was to have fun with cute people. So I called myself a switch in my intro for the first time. I researched portable bondage options and ordered a purple leather fleece-lined cuff and hogtie set. I scoured Pinterest for cute but threatening nail designs and found the perfect one. I called the nail salon and told them my design would be complicated. They still weren't ready for it when I brought it to them. Other nail techs stopped their work with other customers to come peek at what was happening with my set. I tested them out the next day, and they made R whimper even through a thick winter jacket.

I barely left my room the entire weekend. My cuffs were rarely empty from Saturday afternoon to Sunday afternoon. One of the few times I left the room was to go ler for a gang session minutes after finishing two other back to back sessions. And then it was straight into the Spongebob party (which, iykyk 👀). I even got a boy to repeat back to me that what I was doing to him felt like magic 💜 So, all in all, a dramatic transformation from any previous gathering experience. I had an unbelievably fun time with everything, but it was also a little bittersweet.

I was a lee for exactly one session -- or really a non-session. On paper, it should have been a dream session. L and R were both lers, along with our good friend (maybe slightly more than friend 💕) K who had just joined us for R's birthday thrashing immediately beforehand. But after I'd been in the cuffs for less than 10 minutes, I asked to be let out because I was starting to feel embarrassed by how little was happening. I thought maybe the hogtie was throwing L off, so as soon as I was out, I pulled her on top of me, looked her in the eyes, and said "Hey, I'm your fucking lee, remember?" I definitely got through to her for a second (and made an impression on the other two), and she unleashed on me for a minute or so, but what I hadn't realized yet was that her energy level was rapidly crashing after all the activity that day. After a few minutes, K asked me if it was okay for her to kiss on my neck, to which I responded "YESSS 😍😍" and the entire thing shifted into more of a 3 on 1 body worship / make out situation. Which was extremely hot and fun and set the stage for the next day with K 💕 (Also honorable mention for L pushing my cheek into a kiss with K with her foot and leaving it there!!!!! Easily one of the hottest things that's ever happened to me 😍🤯🫠💜💓)

But it was another failed lee session. It was the one and only part of the weekend that fell flat and needed to be recovered. It was the last straw I needed to cement the reality that I'd already started to accept:

I'm not a lee anymore. At least not the kind of lee I always thought I was. I'm not the girl who squeaks when her sides get pinched and then gets ganged up on by the whole room. I'm not the girl who gets marathon tickled or tapped for side by side sessions. I don't think more than a handful of people in the scene have even heard more than a few giggles out of me while being tickled over the years. It just hasn't worked out. And that's definitely a little sad, but it's okay. I'm just letting it go now. That isn't going to be me. That's okay. I have something else going for me now, and even though it isn't what I originally wanted, it's vibrant and fun and powerful, and I'm very blessed to get to experience it 💕

There's definitely still a lee somewhere in me. And in fact, the ler in me relies heavily on the lee in me to help plan her attacks. But also in her own right, the lee is still there. In the time since I started writing this (a month ago 😭), I've not only been tickled effectively and put into subspace by L, but also even emotionally developed as a lee in the process. The full context would be way too much for this post, but tl;dr I fought less and accepted more than I ever have before. So in a sense, all of this is bullshit and I'm still a little tickle bitch 🤷‍♀️

But L is special. Very special. I think there may be a small handful of other lers out there who can do anything like what L does to me. (There's exactly one who I'm confident about, and you might be reading this rn 😶) It doesn't make sense to generally put myself out there as a lee anymore. Going forward, whenever someone asks me if I ever lee, I'm likely gonna respond "No, not really." If someone is really the right ler for me, they'll have me under a spell before laying a finger on me.

So with that off my chest and a clearer understanding of who and where I am, I'm ready to take my next steps into this new chapter of my life and start tearing through some cuties 🥰💗

[whiskeythefishski]

hi i am very curious about everyone’s roommate situations in ur college au and honestly just any other cool n random bits of info you have bc im so excited for it lol

i actually finally watched Nerdy Prudes Must Die(its been in my ‘watch later’ playlist on youtube) because of this au!! im personally craving more spommy content in general but im also a sucker for like college/highschool aus bc im currently that age and ig its something i can actually imagine/understand 😁😁

Omg hello! I'm so, SO glad to hear that you're enjoying this story so much! It's easily the most self indulgent thing I've ever written, so the fact that other people are resonating with it means a lot! Also - congrats on finishing NPMD! I loved it so much (if you couldn't tell, haha), I hope you did too! And don't worry - this AU has plenty of Spommy moments coming up! :D

Roommate situations:

Trevor has a roommate, but they aren't a character in the story so I haven't thought about who they are too much. They share a traditional college double. Trevor has the top bunk. He just transferred in for the spring semester, so he hasn't made many friends yet.

Arasha, Angela, and Chanse have a little college apartment with a common room and a shared bathroom. Arasha and Angela share a room and Chanse has his own.

Erin and Heidi share a double.

Spencer and Alex Tran share a double. Tommy and Kiana both have singles in the same hallway/floor as Spencer and Alex.

Kimmy and Jackie live together off-campus. They rent a small 2-bedroom house cheaply from Kimmy's aunt.

All of the seniors in the story - Shayne, Courtney, Damien, Olivia, and Keith - share a college apartment with a common room and a full kitchen. Shayne and Damien share a room, Court and Olivia share a room, and Keith has his own room.

Amanda and Sarah weren't roommates when they were in school, but they were friends and probably had a lot of sleepovers.

And finally, when Ian and Anthony were in school, they were roommates all four years! (oh my god, they were roommates)

Other tidbits:

Before he transferred, Trev did a year at a culinary school. He also went to a high school that offered a culinary program.

Trevor is shown on his phone a lot in this AU because he's texting his friends from his old school. One of them is Josh (as in Mythical Chef Josh), who was childhood friends with Shayne. Josh asked Shayne to look out for Trevor, and Shayne is happy to do so!

Arasha skipped a grade in elementary school, so even though she's a sophomore, she's about Trevor's age.

On the other hand, Spencer and Damien both took a gap year, so they're a little older than their counterparts in the same year.

Chanse, Angela, and Arasha have weekly wine and movie nights, where each of them brings a bottle of wine to try and they pick a show or movie to watch in their PJs.

Kimmy and Jackie have parties fairly frequently, probably about once a month. I think nearly everyone in the cast has probably spent the night there at least once.

Spencer is one of the only ones with a car on campus, so he often finds himself carting his friends to the grocery store, pharmacy, etc. Sometimes he and Tommy go on late night drives when Tommy's feeling overwhelmed.

That's all I've got for now! In the next few chapters there will be POVs from more cast members, so we'll get to see into their heads a little more :) I hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for the ask! :D

[altraviolet]

Hey violet!

What’s something you want to share with your audience that you couldn’t fit into TEG? Like a scene or some world building tidbit, etc :)

I wish you a wonderful day!!!

hey anon!

oooh this is always a fun question, but I can't think of anything in the moment. but! I hope you'll indulge me in this, something else I've been meaning to share for a while but hadn't taken the time to take pics yet

last year I printed all of TEG so I could edit it. I find editing a zillion times easier on paper than on the screen, especially because my free, ancient word processor doesn't play nice with AO3, so ALL OF TEG was hand typed with the html. so like every time you saw italics or bold, I hand wrote <i>the coding</i> in there. ANYWAY

I typeset it and went to interpolate (??? I forgot the word, but you have to order the pages a certain way in the PDF so the printer prints them correctly in folios) it in Adobe Acrobat (I think) but the function was broken Dx I haven't tested it since then, but I was VERY annoyed to find that was the case, cuz it meant instead of cutting TEG's ~1000 pages down by four to print, I could only cut down by two

so I spent about 3 days printing the whole damn thing out. after editing, I put the pages in acid protected plastic sheets and put 'em into binders:

I went through the whole thing with a red pen, making as many corrections as I could find. I did a post about my most common mistakes (please learn from my mistakes!) but here's a quick recap of the major findings:

"if... then" NOT "if... than"

pouring vs poring -> "poring over data pads" is correct

reticules vs reticles -> "reticles" are what we want, "reticules" are little purses

reign vs rein -> "rein in emotion" is the correct one

how em dashes work

capitalizing in quotations

Then after all that was done, I went back through with gold pen and added little "fun facts" and bits of info because I thought maybe someday I could sell this massive tome, or use it for a raffle for charity, or something, and my author notes would add some interest and value :)

So for example in the above picture, the gold tid bits are as follows:

text: "Ultra Magnus said it's a closed loop. He closed it himself when the tubes were installed."

note: but Soundwave opened them recently (this was a note to myself- this line is to throw off the reader re: how Soundwave siphoned away the 0001 energon in the Scavengers' tubes)

text: I'm glad we told the crew it was missing. Otherwise they'd probably tear us apart tonight when Ratchet does his thing with the current mix.

note: transparency laws (here Rodimus is referring to an off-page meeting in which the leadership team told the crew the 0001 energon was missing. they did this because of the transparency laws they put in place)

text:

Megatron: "If I asked you what the definition of Soundwave was, what would you answer?"

Rodimus: "I… I have no idea what you mean. Our Soundwave? 0001 Soundwave? Another Soundwave?"

note: R means TFP SW here :D b/c 0001 SW is mentioned separately (when Rodimus says "Our Soundwave?" he means the TFP Soundwave that has boarded the ship)

text: (Aquafend had) accidentally doubled a few of the layers, making the original map hard to see in some places.

note: tech issues inspired by boomers

text: Aquafend pointed to his own aft. "Soundwave: posterior."

note: bwa (I think this line is SO funny haha)

text: Ambulon shrugged. "Tell First Aid and Ratchet to lay off? Velocity's cool. I'm satisfied with my life here. I want to do my work unimpeded."

note: this is why he trusts her later with the spark jewels (by this I mean, it's very small and in the background, but Ambulon always defaults to Velocity as advisor or company over the other medics)

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I did write a bunch of notes, but not on every page. I wanted to get going with making a typeset ebook available for folks (there's a link on AO3), and I do have the typeset PDF for anyone who wants to ficbind! I don't post that publicly, but I do give it out via email. Just email if you'd like to ficbind =)

So yeah! Right now these binders are just leaning against my bookshelf (in summer I use them to brace the door through the ever-present air pressure changes of a/c, lol). If I ever were to sell or give these away, I'd definitely go through and put notes on as many pages as possible. They're not on every page, but a good amount.

Thanks for the fun ask! =)

[lostcndfound]

Muse sexualities and shipping info

Cause it's pretty useful to have everything in one place, that I can chuck a link to in the pinned post, vs digging through bios and canon posts to find the same info. Although this is a brief overview, so there will be more depth elsewhere for a lot of muses.

A small disclaimer: mun is a gay man. I am very up for m/f ships, and talking about the nsfw side of their relationship, but I'm not routinely up for RPing m/f nsfw, instead going with fade to blacks and time skips.

Love shipping, always up for trying a pair out, even if ultimately it doesn't work, never be afraid to ask.

For some muses, this is also hypothetical, it's where they could end up in a relationship where conversations and sexual exploration happen, but at their base canon they might not have a damn clue what kink terms mean, or that top and bottom have different connotations in different uses. And for some it might be dependent on the relationship and how it develops, it might not align with what's written here. So consider it a guide and an idea, not strictly set in stone. (And in cases like Oriol, Felix, and Isaac, I've gone with their personal taste and wants vs the fact they're often willing to ignore those for the sake of work.)

Onto the info

Can be shipped with anyone: Felix, Casimir, Oriol, Valentine, Isaac, Candlesnuff, Virgil.

Only open to M/M ships: Archimedes, Aubrey, Tadhg

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Top/Bottom in the position sense

Strict top: Oriol

Leans top: Candlesnuff, Archie, Aubrey

Verse: Felix, Casimir, Virgil

Leans bottom: Valentine, Isaac

Strict bottom: Tadhg

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Top/Bottom in the kink sense:

Strict top: Candlesnuff

Leans top: Valentine, Oriol, Casimir, Virgil

Verse: Felix, Aubrey, Isaac

Leans bottom: Archie, Tadhg

Strict bottom:

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Dom/Sub

because yes they're different, even if it can largely overlap and are often used interchangeably but I'm trying to go for clarity here xD

Strict dom: Oriol, Candlesnuff

Leans dom: Valentine, Virgil

Switch: Archie, Casimir, Aubrey,

Leans sub: Felix, Isaac

Strict sub: Tadhg,

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A/B/O shit

Just cause

Alpha: Candlesnuff, Archie, Isaac

Beta: Felix, Aubrey, Tadhg, Valentine, Oriol

Omega: Casimir (with the idea that I think it'd be fun if foxes, ever the adaptable things, actually don't have a set designation so it's more about who he's around, but if had a set one it'd be this), Virgil

The additional info

aka the biggest turn ons, kinks if known, and any hard limits, random bits and pieces.

Archie - Fireplay, as in an open flame from a lighter, but also burning with cigarettes and cigars. Big no to anything puppy play feeling, even as innocuous as saying 'good boy'.

Aubrey - Loves an inhuman partner, the weirder the better, especially when it comes to what they're packing. Stomach bulges, tentacles, breeding, he has an oviposter toy and knows how to use it, blood play. Soft limit on nicknames like baby, baby girl, princess.

Candlesnuff - Snuff likes messy people, not physically, but mentally and emotionally. Blood play and consumption. CG/L, very much care giver/daddy vibes. Use of magic during sex and use of sex during magic. Doesn't typically tolerate bratting.

Casimir - Public and semi-public, with the risk of getting caught. Cum play - facials, consumption/licking, snowballing etc. Sex under the influence/intox (him only, not a partner unless they're both high and discussed prior) Pet play - softest owner or a great excuse to let fox brain take over and let him shut off for a bit. Soft limit on being pinned, manhandled or dragged without discussion, even then he might panic.

Felix - An indulgent but controlling owner in pet play. Edging, he loves to tease and make people squirm and beg. Likes seeing a partner in lingerie. As a sub it's degradation, humiliation, dehumaniztion/objectification, pain of most kinds. Soft limit with hot temperature play. A giant fucking brat, with a very easy break.

Isaac - Will be and do whatever people want to make them happy. In terms of his personal taste? Praise unravels him. In a good way, but it can be a lot. Medical play and etsim are also big pluses.

Oriol - Oriol likes brats, he likes mouthy and pushy. Likes to put them in their place. Sadist, seeing a partner cry. Rope bondage, permanent marks, degradation and humiliation, knife play.

Tadhg - Is a creature. Treat like a creature. aka pet play style role play but not a kitten or a puppy. Collars and restraints. Multiple partners, public sex and power plays.

Valentine - Worship and praise, giving and receiving for both. Use of titles instead of names. Impact play, leather. Temperature play - more practically, but also using his magic.

Virgil - Violence. Like. Straight up hurt him. It will turn him on faster than anything else will. Is unlikely to be interested without some level of danger or violent threat, at least at first. Once they're past that early stage, he's still into pain, rough. Gentle would feel more alien to him and get a bigger reaction.

[sotogalmo]

what do you think garrett and abby’s relationship would have been like if garrett lived and they grew up together? (i know abby technically wouldn’t exist if garrett lived but let’s just. play pretend here ok)

YES... Play pretend.... !!!!

Okay so.

Imo, Garrett is much quieter than Micheal is and all that. Calmer, quieter, level-headed, unaware of some feelings because in the small info we get, he doesn't really seem to care for himself (but that's his nativity?? I think?? Lil bro is unaware) and is moreso confused and worried why his brother is calling out for him, but I think he calms down enough

In an au where he Lives, I think he would just stay the same but with some sarcasm to himself??? He seems like a very monotone sarcastic guy, can't control voice level and tone. Kinda just like movie Mike but more healthy, and slightly more outgoing. Autistic guy !!! All of them are autistic as hell

I think when Abby was born that was when he was The Most Emotional. But considering time and year, he would hide it and just cry in his room because like.

When Abby is young, I think he would like. Indulge in her weirdness. She meows? He meows back. He also would make a lot of animal sounds.. mainly birds because he prefers them, but yeah.

I feel like would also like to learn like. Mythos. Blasts him with the LMK Tang persona a bit (I do not know if I'm explaining it correctly............)

When they both get older I just think they'll slightly drift? Garrett, in aus where he lives, always seems to like. Honestly just have a better life then Mike does, lives in some sort of city, etc etc. + being a daddy's boy/dads favorite, so there's that small idea

But since I'm like. Autistic, it's not really that simple and he's autistic during like. What? Early-late 90s? Or something like that? So I don't think he would've had much of an easy life. At least a decent one due to his dedication, and how "perfect" he seems to be (at least slightly better than his brother in some way, but yk. He isn't). I just think he would lose his temper a lot and get dragged into fights. "Ouhhh let's see if we can break mr.perfect here", type of reason from the others ,, yeah

He doesn't pack a strong punch (he quote unquote fights like a girl), but he can still slightly fight. Only a bit. It's never been on his mind that he would be in a fight ever in his life. So he didn't know that this would happen when he would leave to live his own life somewhere he had the money to afford to— maybe when he was turned 23-ish he moved away to said place/area

Anyways. During this, I think he would like. Visit when he has the money, time and effort (his social battery) to. I mean, he probably has the money taken care of- he just slightly forgets to do so (my autistic man)(but with that he writes it on the calendars to remind himself— goes to visit for special occasions, holidays, and honestly just cuz sometimes he wants to. "It's a Friday? I'm gonna visit anyway"). Slightly think he'll be seen as "cool" when he does visit Abby and Mike. Like

"cool uncle/aunt who buys stuff for relatives" in a way, but minus uncle/aunt spot since he's their brother. But again he really. ..... Feels like he wasn't all that connected with his family??? I dunno just to fill up the whole kidnapping death of what happened in canon, in this au, he just. Stays to himself, trusts himself more, etc + the idea of him living away and having a better footing then Mike does

But he does make sure to visit important occasions because he wants to and that's his family. Distant but makes up for it with gifts and being at special events and being a nerd and all of that

[oonajaeadira]

My sweet Adira, how much I appreciate you.

I have a serious question for you and I must know. What do you think would happen if you got stuck in an elevator with Ezra for 8 hours. How do you think he would react, how would things unravel and how would you react? I need to know what you see happening in this tiny little room.

Thank you for indulging me :)

Love, me.

Hello, beauty. Sorry for the delay on this. I'm in draggy-foots mode.

Eight hours???? That's a whole lot of time. Oh geez. Oh golly. Oh blushing.

I suppose it would depend on the elevator--what kind of building and where are we going? Which one of us would find it the bigger inconvenience?

This is the first scenario that comes to mind.

Modern day. Apartment building. We live on different floors but we've seen each other here and there, we've both been living there for more than a year or two.

He's just getting home, but I'm on my way out to dinner with a friend and shit I forgot something and since the elevator's open on the lobby floor, I'll take it rather than the stairs. Then somewhere before we reach one of our floors, there's a jolt and the whole thing stops. There's a moment of waiting for it to go again, a push of the buttons--they don't light up. I'm the one swearing under my breath and pushing the call button--also not working. So then I get out my phone and try to call the front desk...and remember that the phone there works on electricity and there's no answer. So the building must be out.

Let's say this is an elevator where one side is a window that looks out at the city. That gives us some light.

Ezra's the one that tries to make small talk about how this is an interesting conundrum and I'm polite because he's always been polite, but I'm watching my phone, conscious of the time and the friend I'm meeting....if I call now, I can keep them from even leaving their house and getting bogged down in traffic. So I do that, tell them the situation, ask them to hold on for info.

There's a scraping noise and the building manager's voice echos up the shaft, asking if we're okay and I shout back that we are, that there are two of us in here, and they answer back that there's a city-wide outage and the generator's broken and we might be there a while.

And sure enough, outside the window we can see a few street corners--all the stoplights are dark.

I curse and freak out a bit. Because that's what I do when my plans change last minute and I'll calm down in five minutes but I just need to have my feelings first.

Meantime, Ezra's just leaning against the wall, watching me. Maybe he's got a bag of groceries he sets down so he can get to his phone in his pocket. The plastic folds and a can rolls out, but he doesn't pay it much mind, just absently stops it with a foot so he can look at his phone.

As I'm thinking about how he manages so easily with one arm, he passes his phone to me, tells me to put in my number, because we're gonna be here a while and we're about to become good friends.

I recognize this as his way of making me not feel threatened, that the more access I have to some personal information the more ammo I have against him if he were to be dangerous.

"I'm not dangerous," he says, then nods to his lack of a right arm, "just to myself."

So begins the first hour where I learn where he's coming back from, about what he does for a job, how he lost his arm and gained a teenager, he gives me his phone again, encourages me to scroll through pictures of a blonde girl I've seen coming and going from the building. I notice that one of the cans that escaped from his bag is a can of cat food and I get to scroll again, laughing at more pictures of Cee and a little scrub of a kitten.

He stands a little closer to me than I'd usually be comfortable as he points out the whos and whats of the photos, but I can also tell by his voice and vernacular that he means nothing by it, he's just got a very odd yet very easy way about him and it's easy for him to treat everyone as a potential friend.

The second hour is when I find myself telling him my whole story and there's something about him I never noticed before--how intently he listens. Not just listens, but absorbs.

By the third hour, we've both had calls--me from my friend, him to Cee--assuring everyone we're fine. The manager keeps checking on us and we try to keep the irritation out of our voices and offer solutions. Can I wiggle out of a door somewhere in the ceiling? That's only in movies, the manager says. Which is how we get on the topic of films and books and now we're sitting on the floor of the elevator, sharing a bag of chips from his grocery bag. It's not my favorite flavor, but I'm missing dinner and he insists and so I indulge. He asks what my favorite flavor is and he smiles as if this is funny to him, agrees that it is a mighty fine choice.

He talks a lot. I don't mind. His voice is pretty.

Hour five is games. Guessing games mainly. We learn more about each other's lives and likes.

It's in the fifth hour that the sun starts setting and it's getting dark. And cold. This is the hour we think we'll be saved because there's pounding somewhere above us. And after a while I just try to tune out the clanging and end up fixating on the fact that I should have grabbed a heavier sweater.

We've been told the emergency crews have been called and every time we hear and see sirens we hope they're for us, but they never are. Maybe I'm exponentially more hopeful every time and maybe I'm even more disappointed every time. And maybe he notices this.

Hour six one of us dozes, maybe both. Sleepy questions, light laughter. My phone battery is dying so I try not to use it except to check the time and a quick refresh of the news page to see what's going on out there. There are headlights and some folks are out with flashlights. Candles in windows. Not much more.

It's here that Ezra has a thoughtful look on his face, what I can see of it in the dim light from the moon. He keeps opening his mouth to speak and closing it again without words, which I've come to realize is unusual for him. When I ask if he's alright, he takes a moment formulating what he's about to say.

He tells me that he can see I'm cold and that he has heat enough to spare, but that it's been a long spell since he's held anyone or been held by anyone that he's not sure if he remembers how and therefore doesn't know what help he can offer but is willing to try if I'd like.

And it's such a charming line that I'm cuddling up to him immediately.

And my heart is suddenly pounding.

This is where he tells me he often plays a little game, trying to guess things about people in the building when he crosses paths with them. He and Cee have decided that the old lady on four is running a sex call line from her apartment and the couple on three work in a law firm during the day and play in a punk band on the weekends. Things like this.

But me? He guessed right about me. Just thought I'd be nice to spend time with. Easy. Fun. Would probably like the same movies he did. Was right about my favorite flavor of chips.

He asks if I was heading out to a date tonight. No, just a friend.

He asks if I would like this to be a date tonight. Yeah, I guess I would.

But dinner would be better. Something other than chips.

He promises to be a gentleman, and I lean forward so he can drape his arm around me and I can fall asleep on his shoulder.

It's the light that wakes me up, and then the whole elevator is moving downward. Ezra's on his feet first and offers me a hand up, although I bend down to gather things into his shopping bag and hand it to him.

We stop at the lobby and I'm both a little scared and a little hopeful when the doors don't open right away. I want to get to my own bed, but would it really be so bad to stay in here?

But the doors open and the manager's there. It's late--very very late--and asks if we'd be willing to take the incident report sheets with us to fill out and return tomorrow. They're a good person and did their best and we both agree to do so and send them off to their family for the night.

That's when Cee bursts through the door to the stairs, rocketing into Ezra's arms--er, arm--sending groceries everywhere. Introductions are made. Ezra hands Cee a can of speghetti-o's and tells her it's her dinner tomorrow night as he's taking me out.

And all Cee says is, "Oh good. It's about time."

[trickstersintime]

ABOUT THIS BLOG

Independent multimuse role-play blog featuring tricksters from various fandoms, written by Pirate.

MUSES

(Links with further details on these muses pending)

Quickfire rules:

Highly selective for RP, nigh private due to time constraints.

Asks can be sent in by anyone and will be replied to whenever I get chance but any intended as a proper role-play starter will need to be discussed first unless you’re already one of my partners.

I will only write with over 18’s. We do not have to write adult content but it does feature on this blog. I have special tags for NSFW, please see the NSFW section below. I also use the community filter system for mature content.

If you wish to write with me, please read my full rules, long though they are.

Be kind. Life's too short.

[XI's Timeline Info] He is a chronologically locked blog so everything that happens to him in all threads is canon everywhere.

Thread Tracker: To be added when it's ready (this can be seen on my old Loki blog at present for just his threads)

Detailed rules and info on how I run my blog below the cut.

Blog background by honeypsd

Main Rules - They’re long but informative!

I am a highly selective blog. I will be very, very choosy on who I write with simply due to limited time and wanting to give my few partners better attention. I promise I’m not scary, just super busy. Anyone is welcome to approach me to ask if I would like to write with them but my intake is extremely small so if I haven't followed you back the chances are slim at this time. Whilst I like to be as honest as possible, if I do not wish to role-play with you (whether for now or ever and for whatever reason) I will say 'no thank you' or some other means of declining. Please do not ask me why or I will have to block you, which I hate having to do, but we do not owe each other explanations as to why we're not wishing to engage.* Be kind to yourself, we're all just humans doing our thing and finding who fits us best.

I can take up to a few weeks to reply at most, but if you like quickfire same-day responses I’m not the partner for you**. I work 40+ hours a week, have personal writing hobbies, a husband and cats who don’t get nearly enough attention, and occasionally a social life. I’m also a games addict. These being the reasons for my extreme selectivity. I want to write here with a few lovely peeps but that’s all I have time to squeeze in.

With my thread tracker, I generally go round each partner in turn before going round again, but on some occasions I’ll indulge in whatever has my mood or do a bit of catch-up on older threads. I'm a creature of routine so typically I'll try to do two replies every day Monday to Thursday.

I’m over 30 years of age. My pronouns are she/her. I won’t engage in adult content with anyone under the age of 18 or, ideally, 21 depending on your country’s consent laws.

I have a main Thor for my Lokis, and one other lovely partner, however I am looking for one who will write Thorki. I have an exclusive Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel). I have an exclusive Gale Dekarios for Astarion.

Have fun and be gentle with one another. I loathe call-out culture or telling people what they can and can’t write. I am strongly anti-censorship (but do believe in tagging!). This does mean occasionally I will write topics not to everyone’s taste. If you can dig that and blacklist what you don’t fancy, I hope you’ll find me pretty easygoing. I’m open to exploring all sorts of things. If you’re just here for the fandom posts, then welcome and I hope you enjoy!

Play Style/Guidelines

I am happy role-playing in both past and present tense. Length of posts vary depending on the situation, usually a couple of paragraphs, but I sometimes have shorter ones/one-liners if a fight scene or argument is taking place or if I want to mess around with some !crack posting.

Asks are welcomed and I usually answer all of these but I reserve the right to choose not to continue one intended as a thread depending on my time/muse. If you want to be sure if I’m taking something on, please feel free to message me. If continuing a thread from an ask, I will move it to a new thread and tag you as tumblr starts to make things look weird on the blog even using the new beta. If I get a lot of asks from one person in a short space of time I may not answer them all. Similarly, if you send me something I find to be baiting, trollish, or I have no clue how to answer it, it’ll be deleted.

If I need to drop an established thread for any reason, I will usually drop by your IMs and let you know. Please respect my need to do this just as I will always accommodate if you need to stop something of mine. If you have not replied to something for more than 3-5 months and I decide I want to drop it, I will likely not contact you about it. It’s perfectly ok if it got lost so do get in contact if you’d like to pick it up again or start something new.

Please don’t be afraid to contact me about a thread if you tagged me in something and have not had a first response within a couple of weeks. It may be that Tumblr feed failed to tell me or I got overexcited about something (including that very thing) and forgot to track it.

I am not strictly ‘mutuals only’, especially as that makes it difficult for sideblogs and sometimes I may enjoy playing with a person but I’m not into a lot of what’s on their blog. Contrarily, I also sometimes follow people who I have enjoyed playing with in the past but don’t currently thread with or those whose content I enjoy but I’m not up for interaction. If you do not want me to interact with you, please fully block me. I will not ask you why. I want you to be comfortable and I can’t guarantee I’ll remember who is who if we didn’t know one another well, it’s been a while and/or you’ve changed your url or the content of your blog.

Regarding OC’s, I do play with some, however I have a strong preference for canons or canon-diverged simply because I find it easier to immerse myself in a world I know about and engage with muses with which I’m familiar. If I had more time on my hands I would love to get to know these lovely creations in more depth but I’m even more selective when it comes to them. If you have a canon muse playing with me then you get an automatic pass for my muses to meet your OC if I feel suited to them. NB: Since cutting down to very limited partners, it is very unlikely now I will write with a new OC partner unless I have got to know you via other means/you’re friends with a mutual.

NSFW (particularly adult content/smut etc.)

I do write content that is not suitable for under 18’s/under 21’s, typically of a sexual nature. Tumblr in its infinite wisdom and purity entirely hides anything tagged ‘nsfw’ so I do not use this tag as it stops my thread partners from finding our stuff at all. I now ensure that all adult content is tagged appropriately and under the mature content filters so you can filter it out. If, however, you have something more specific you’d like to avoid, I use the following tags you may blacklist:

lokisinner - in place of ‘nsfw’ on Loki's posts

filthy pirate - in place of 'nsfw' on Jack's posts

naughty memes - in place of ‘nsfw memes’

lemon - threads where a story has progressed to something fully sexual

grapefruit - threads with sex that is beyond vanilla (I arbitrarily use this)

dubcon tw - threads involving dubious consent

noncon tw - threads involving noncon/rape (rare and always discussed prior)

Shipping

Laying it down with the honesty here, I love shipping. If I’m writing with your muse, chances are I’m interested in shipping (if your muse isn’t specifically a canon friend or family member or a minor). It’s not 100% the case, but it’s a huge part of what I enjoy exploring or working towards.

A further confession I have about this is I am very visual and mun-based about what my muses are interested in. If I personally have an attraction to your muse, it’s easier for me to write them having an interest. I also prefer canon FC’s purely because it’s easier for my mind to immerse in the established canon. So, if you have an alternate FC, I’m not into your muse, or you have it in your rules that you’re not much into shipping, this may put me off following back.

That said, I will ship with chemistry worked out between us. My favourite ships are frostiron, strangefrost, bloodweave, and thorki, so I am happy to pre-establish those.

I am Thorki friendly. This ship will be tagged with ‘incest tw’ if it is a verse where they are brothers. If it’s an AU where this is not the case, I will only tag it ‘thorki’, and even then only when shipping is occurring. My #god bros tag is technically a Thorki tag in disguise. I am also Sylki and Lokicest friendly.

Triggery/Squick stuff

Things on my no list are scat kinks, Mpreg and A/B/O. I don’t mind you playing them with other people if those are your thing, they’re just not mine. I also do not like excessive/detailed gore but my only actual ‘trigger’ is something I will discuss with you if your character brings it up. It’s so specific that I won’t detail it here and it’s not your responsibility to protect me from it.

Most other things are otherwise on the cards. I will roleplay NSFW and will tag it as such when it happens. I will do dub-con if requested or non-con if there is a reason for it/we are comfortable and have discussed the situation.

On Drama

As mentioned up top, I despise call-outs and censorship. Wherever possible I desire to avoid unnecessary squawking and mob-like behaviour. If you engage in too much drama (regardless of whose fault it is) I will unfollow you and/or cease playing with you. I’m not here for it. I loathe passive aggression and vague-blogging but I understand we’re only human and allow a few slip-ups now and again, particularly as I’m liable to have been guilty of it once or twice.

If you have a problem with someone I write with, I will thank you not to associate that with me unless by my own words I’m advocating something. Until I see evidence of something with my own eyes, that is when I form my opinions. Don’t police who I write with and I won’t do so with you. Unless I genuinely believe someone is at risk of harm I will not tell anyone not to play with someone, regardless of my own experience. We all behave differently with one another and we’re allowed to grow. If you cannot accept my viewpoint on this then we are not suitable for each other.

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*Although as above I don’t owe explanations as to why I don’t want to follow or write with someone, I know how frustrating it is not having answers. Here are some reasons why that might not be the case, but this won’t be a catch-all.

• I’m not interested in the muse or interpretation of the muse • Don’t currently have capacity • Don’t feel style of writing meshes with mine • I disagree with something on the rules page • Too much drama, negativity, or self-deprecating/excusing ooc • Keep changing blogs and/or dropping threads without coming to me to pick them back up or plot something new • Unmanageable expectations • Seeming to want things from me but giving back so rarely if ever that the partnership doesn't work • Blog expresses negativity about something intrinsic and important to my blog or my own values (e.g. hates Thor Ragnarok/repeatedly slags off the British – I can slag my own country off, thanks/policing fictional concepts and characters)

**If you are a role-player who only writes quickfire, on-dash immediate role-play and won’t continue a thread after that day or even anything up to the next couple of weeks, we won’t be able to keep a partnership unfortunately. I am happy to answer the odd ask for fun, play a few dash commentaries here and there to spice things up, but when it comes to a serious story I can’t do them on a short-term basis. I like to take time to build up relationships and play for the long haul as best as possible. We can absolutely wind down a thread, cut one short or skip ahead, but if we’re to keep writing together I need something intended to be continuous. My muses and I feel like energy is wasted if we keep having to restart and refresh with a partner.

In a similar vein, I will likely not keep playing with role-players who do frequent thread junking. If you’re a person who likes to refresh all your stories, drop everything and start again, that’s grand and I’m glad it works for you because we don’t all play the same way, but it won’t suit me. If you’re someone who does this but really values playing with me, then I would ask you to keep in contact/message me and ideally start a new thread that keeps the background we’ve already established or to chat with me about what else you’d like to do. I won’t chase after people and it’s not fair to make me do the hard work. Thanks for understanding and no worries if this means I’m not suitable for you!

[secondeve]

hi hello happy opening, nice to meet everyone! i’m blue & this is shin jieum, sadpathetic girl looking to exchange a plot of land for just a bit ( a lot ) of the love or power she thinks she deserves ! i've got her profile, background pages up & more info / plots under the cut, pls like to plot or ask for my d/scord and i’ll be there! 💗

info

unknown / nth was on loop while writing her bio, though i think that's more indulgent for her than the sharp objects jieum's actually made out of rip but that's on context & for listening!

starting from the bottom: the shins are a family that somehow manages to weasel their way to capitalise on whoever's in power at the time ( usually the parks ). have an unfortunate tendency to angle for their daughters marrying into the founding families—though they can't be said to be unsuccessful on that front!

so that's how jieum is raised! mother is sour from losing out on the yang heir of her time & is now puppeteering her children into where she almost was. she lied to jieum that she's a yang-affair baby & insists that she's lost out, so she's got a big chip on her shoulder about not having what she's due

( would fuck her up to find out that she's actually just the daughter of a mediocre man but she doesn't know that. yet! )

but anyway jieum is not the alluring type :( she fades into the background, v much unperks of being a wallflower. not rlly charismatic or sweet enough to win any hearts & doesn't have the backbone to stand taller than kim i or yang on her own either so she's kind of fucked she's always 2nd yknow bridesmaid but never the bride until!!!!

she Does become the bride. hot damn!

she thinks she's finally getting her flowers, but this marriage is loveless & faithless so eventually ( quite quickly ) falls apart. her ego is her undoing and she turns cold & dry to park i, which only makes things worse, rip—she's defo keeping up the facade of a perfect home but it's not that at all

tries to soothe her ego by reminding herself of all the people she's better than now that she's married into the parks! has defo stepped on a few toes for her ego's sake but she has old habits of deferring to people & also needs her father in law's help re the land so she can't be Too uppity?

let's go horoscope girlies she's got a pisces sun aries moon taurus rising, she longs for love & loves herself too much but it's not enough for her... she might think she's playing the game well but it's usually clouded by her ego / insecurities. makes missteps all the time bc she's not used to being on the upper hand or needing to be careful since being 2nd means no one rlly notices u. feels sorry for herself all the time & can be kind but only when it makes her feel better about herself. also she's so bored & discontent with life she's just a housewife but who knows if she'll still be when she starts shilling for tk group!

plots

fellow stiffed by life sufferers. people who are willing to commiserate about how bad their lives are even tho objectively none of them are having it that bad

the first / only person she's ever come first to & like sure they aren't important or powerful but they make her feel powerful so maybe she's attached but sneakily. maybe she doesn't want to be associated w them too publicly?

a friend her friend they're hers & she might have smth codependent with them

someone who thinks she's so pathetic but she's like trainwreck entertainment for them they keep leading her down the wrong paths

or maybe someone who feels bad for her. they keep trying to help her & she keeps getting mad at them for meddling even tho they mean well & she Knows they mean well but her ego is small & easily bruised

people who don't like park i & the wife of my enemy is my enemy—but if she doesn't like him too then is she ur friend?

someone who smells a rat when she's around & repeating jung / iida's talking points about selling the land...

also someone who might believe her & legit thinks the shins have the good of the town at heart she's working an angle on them now

the usu yknow childhood friends rivals exes fwbs ( yes she's married but if he's cheating so is she... )