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sardar106 · 4 months ago

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This is for anyone who wants to make/find any Sherbverse, Fable SMP, Bound SMP and Mer SMP roleplay accounts!

The characters who have more than one account will also be added

I will put the Sherbversions in their specific world too, but both but Midas and Charles will be only on the sherbverse list

The list will go alphabetically (hopefully)

Tell me if I missed any and if new ones are made!

Not that I’ve seen any, but I should have said this before. Do not, and I mean do not make an rp account of anyone who stated that they aren’t okay with them.

Sherbverse

Sherberts:

Ashril: pigeon-prince-or-something, run-run-roadrunner Ajax: ajax-lightning-zephyr, lighting-in-my-veins, thunder-twink Caine: the-better-coyote Cedar: cedars-potionshop EP-S110N56 (Epsilon): error-404-location-not-found Helix: hidden-amongst-the-dark, eyeblood-engineer Icarus: icarus-morningstar, icarixis-morningstar, icarus-m0rningstar, a-little-tragedy-arent-you, gilded-wings-and-golden-hearts Krithos: kritos-dawn Midas: colorful-shades-of-gray, quixis-midas, your-guardian-this-millennia, rainbow-decay Reo: armoured-fighter, cracked-armour, theyoungeststellam Ripley: navigating-spectral-seas Sherbert: elf-lad-says-things Sherwood: sleepy-pirate-person

Sherbverse misc:

Azalea: local-herb-lady Charles: charles-and-no-one-else Emma: emmie-ocie-golden Graeme: the-betterstellam Haley (Events): archer-of-the-dark Haley (GMS): silly-swords Hayraen: hey-a-skyrate Helios: helios-event Lily: the-lil-lady Rae (Among Us): scientist-in-orbit Rael: shifting-through-the-void Rayko: host-of-curses Rondael: rondael-richard Theia: flowers-by-a-different-name

Sherbverse AUs:

Band AU - Midas: under-rainbow-spotlights - Icarus: bird-song-shines, songbird-soars Corrupt! Icarus: wilted-feathers Decaying! Icarus: decayed-wings-of-gold Epic AU! Icarus: i-miss-my-husband-tails Evil Midas: drowning-in-the-light Midas as new Quixis: rainbows-of-flashing-lights Icarus as young Quixis: lost-in-the-bright-lights Icarus raised by Fable: prince-of-the-gilded ^^^ + younger than Rae: im-prince-icarus Icarus raised by Ulysses: bird-underwater Icarus raised by moms: icarus-mindstar Icarus with wither sickness, wack, and decay: protector-of-decay Sherbert as Quixis: the-fading-purple

Fable SMP

Characters:

Aax: thebesttesttubeuncle, tiny-perseus Arisanna: the-librari Athena: athena-morningstar, small-athena Caspian: caspian-solcrect Centross: centross-mistvale, baby-reaper Easton: easton-pine, professorpine Fenris: fenris-nightingal Haley: oracle-haley Icarus: icarus-morningstar, icarixis-morningstar, icarus-m0rningstar, a-little-tragedy-arent-you, gilded-wings-and-golden-hearts Jamie/Bruin: bruin-pine Momboo: momboo-pine, rain-and-rotting-flowers Oceana: ocean-bringer Rae: rae-m0rningstar, vessel-of-wonder, tiny-raemorningstar, rae-morningstar13, little-rae-morningstar13 Seven: that-one-robot-guy Ulesses: ulysses-themist Ven: reclusive-author, notafakeginger, wet-fox-artist

Gods and NPCs:

Alerion: little-space-major Cari: cari-morningcrest Casus: casus-luck, siren-of-luck Enderian: enderian-morningstar Epros: the-void-of-the-end Everett: everett-morningstar Fable: fable-creation, king-of-the-overworld Hope: hope-pup Isla: isla-morningstar Jerry: jericho-cree Kinaxus: protectorofenergy Malitae: x-malitae-x, god-of-expression Netherum: nethrum Oscar: oscarlittleguy Perix: perix-illusion Soul: goddess-of-souls Raemond: raemond-morningstar Terry: the-best-cree-brother Vaeh: thebestestnightingstar, loyalty-goddess-pt2 Vikesh: vikesh-moon Vorago: vorago-god-of-depths, god-of-depths and also Fable pets cus why not: fable-pet-collective

Fable AUs:

Band AU: - Aax: drum-olm - Arisanna: songs-of-the-allay - Athena: flame-sings - Caspian: cas-chord - Centross: song-reaper - Fenris: singing-wolf - Fable: creation-records - Icarus: bird-song-shines, songbird-soars - Isla: orchid-morningstars - Malitae: artist-on-the-stage - Rae: void-star-singer - Ven: wet-fox-artist Corrupt AU: - Centross: the-violet-reaper - Fenris: vengful-danger-wolf - Icarus: wilted-feathers - Momboo: rain-and-rotting-flowers - Rae: mind-prince, the-skulked-puppet Epic AU: - genderbent Centross: queen-of-ithaca - Icarus: i-miss-my-wife-gods Hero Villain AU: - Athena: prince-of-the-flames - Fable: gilded-hand-of-gold - Haley: the-forgotten-oracle - Icarus: the-forgotten-alchemist Skulked AU: - Aax: decaying-test-tube - Ocie: polluted-ocean Decaying! Icarus: decayed-wings-of-gold Fable be good dad: guiding-gilded-light Fable if Icarus became Quixis young: creation-by-a-god Isla never leaving Fable: the-trapped-princess Icarus as young Quixis: lost-in-the-bright-lights Icarus raised by Fable: prince-of-the-gilded ^^^ + younger than Rae: im-prince-icarus Icarus raised by moms: icarus-mindstar Icarus raised by Ulysses: bird-underwater Icarus with wither sickness, wack, and decay: protector-of-decay Rae if he took Enderian’s deal in s1: prince-of-the-court Rae raised by Enderian after Ic’s “death”: son-of-mind Rae raised by Fable after Ic’s “death”: never-his-son Withering! Athena: withering-alliums

Mer SMP

Faye: shark-biter Gyn: the-final-leviathan Krithos: kritos-dawn Raylen: raylan-dawn Theodore: theo-sealan, theosealan

SkyBound SMP

Armor: winged-warrior-1 Ashril: pigeon-prince-or-something, run-run-roadrunner Gavrien: fashionable-bird Marcel: cardinal-north Mojave: the-onewinged-artist Rune: engineer-lad Sylph: zip-zap-sylph Vast: ranger-of-the-sky, the-remaining-cadere13

Bound misc:

Castrel: castrel-is-hunting Jade: littlebirbie Jasper: stringtheif

Bound AUs:

Pokemon AU! Vast: ranger-of-the-sky

ohhkay. this took a lot of brain cells /pos and as stated in the beginning, tell me of other accounts!

I thought I’d add this here too; make sure to use #roleplay on every post/reblog and the corresponding rp tag when roleplaying any of them!

also! I have made a google docs with the same exact list, but with the links of each account intro if you press the username

link!

#sherbverse roleplay #fable smp roleplay #roleplay #account list #hope this helps! :D #also this took me like 1.5 hrs?#worth it tbh #mer smp roleplay #bound smp roleplay #skybound smp roleplay

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n3ptoonz · 9 months ago

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This is so random but can you do Earth realm boys reacting to reader saying “I can take you, not in a fight tho”

IDK ITS SOMETHING I THOUGHT AB AT LIKE 2 AM 😭😭

i couldn't think of a way to flesh this out so i went the easy/crack route LMAO

"Repeat that?"

Kenshi, Scorpion, Smoke, Raiden, Geras

"You couldn't handle me in either."

Kung Lao, Sub-Zero, Liu Kang, Johnny

"No"

Sub-Zero, Geras

Is 100% willing to test that theory

Kung Lao, Kenshi, Liu Kang, Johnny

Has a "few" questions

Raiden, Scorpion, Smoke, Geras

Error 404

Geras, Sub-Zero

#n3ptoonz #mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #kung lao #bi han #tomas vrbada #kenshi takahashi #kuai liang #liu kang mk1 #raiden mk1 #johnny cage #geras mk #bi han sub zero #kuai liang mk1 #scorpion kuai liang #sub zero #mk1 bi han

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strykingback · 1 year ago

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"To hells with that. Blow their heads off from miles away and watch their friends react...."

ZEK WHAT THE FU-!?!

"I mean, I wouldn't choke a moogle, but if it bit me, I'd punt it."

IVY-

#[The Deadliest Sniper- Zek]#[ERROR 404 FILE NOT FOUND- Crack ]

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hyuuukais · 14 days ago

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pairing ~ yang jeongin x fem reader

synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?

warnings ~ gen, mention of torture

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

CH 7 ~ WHAT HAPPENED TO HAN JISUNG? (wc: 3.1k)

Arriving at the apartment building doesn't take long once you retrieve your car from the flower shop, looking up at the desolate building with unease as you step out of the vehicle. There isn't much to say about the bleak apartments, nearly empty and sure to be closed down in the near future by the looks of it. No one is in the lobby as you walk in and buzz for Minho.

"Password?" You hear him say through the speaker.

"Do we really have to do that? You know it's me," You groan, but he stays silent. "Cheeks."

Cheeks, an odd word to choose for a password, but it's Minho, so you try not to question it too much. He lets you in, and you opt to take the stairs given that one elevator is out of service and the other's doors are slightly cracked open despite not being in use. It's a long trudge up the stairs, all the way to level fourteen, but you make it up nonetheless, panting and taking a moment to catch your breath before knocking on the door. Minho is quick to open it and drag you inside.

The apartment is empty, save for a plain wooden table with two chairs on either side of the circular shape. Takeout bags sit on the kitchen counter, some food already out to be served on paper plates. Minho gestures for you to sit down as he opens the rest and piles food onto the plates, setting one down in front of you and the other on his side of the table, walking back to pour some water.

"This is one of the apartments Jisung and I used while we were undercover." You take note of how he openly says Jisung this time, not 'Detective Han'. "We had our own so as to not raise suspicion, but used this one to connect and discuss our findings in the investigation on the killings going on. The last night here, we were sure we had enough evidence to send out and blow their cover, but then Jisung went missing, and everything went to shit."

As Minho talks, something to your right catches your eye and your hand stops midair, food halfway to your mouth as it hangs open. You can see a slightly younger Minho pacing around, the previously empty apartment decorated in more takeout containers and a large bulletin board, red string and photos covering the majority of it. Minho has his hands in his hair as he rambles and paces, another man standing at the board biting his thumb, trying to focus both on Minho's words and the images in front of him. He has mousy brown hair, long bangs covering part of his face, and is around the same height as Minho.

Eventually, younger Minho stops pacing, standing next to Jisung with furrowed eyebrows and an expression of disbelief. You can't hear what they're saying, only able to hear present-day Minho explaining the situation they were in; how Han had offered to go alone to secure one last piece of information that would really tie everything together, even if it was risky. Minho tried to stop him, and you see him place a hand on Han's shoulder, turning his body toward Minho. After what looks like a short argument, Han places his hands on Minho's shoulders and says something, Minho looking down at his feet.

"He said he'd be okay," Minho talks, voice low, and you finally tear your eyes away from the scene to look at him, food long forgotten by both of you. "He didn't return that night like he said he would, or the next day, or the one after that. Our boss had me wait a whole week until he allowed me to investigate, but I couldn't wait that long. After the third day, I went back and found the place completely empty, except for two men with orders to kill me on sight. Luckily, they were stupid and taunted me first, wasting time."

Before younger Minho and Jisung disappear, you sense a third presence behind the door and spot the light changing underneath, as if someone had just stepped in front of it from the outside. They're obviously eavesdropping, but with the way the two men in the apartment are facing, it goes unnoticed. Your own eyebrows mimic younger Minho's as they furrow deeply, biting your lip in thought as you turn to face him present day.

"Did you know you were followed?" The look on Minho's face answers for you, the way he slowly places his utensils down. "As you were explaining, I could see it playing out, but there was someone else at the door listening in."

"Figures," Minho scoffs, voice rough and lips pursed as he turns away from you with crossed arms.

"What did you do to the men who took him?" You ask cautiously, leaning forward. Both of your food has been forgotten, growing cold as the silence stretches on between you. "Minho, what did you do?"

"Bad things," Minho murmurs, shaking his head and looking down where his feet are firmly planted on the carpeted floor. "Things I'm not proud of, but would do again if it meant finding Jisung. Only one man left that building that day, and you're looking at him."

You nod in understanding, leaning back in your chair with a slight sick feeling. Although you knew what kind of work Minho did, hearing the confirmation that he has, in fact, killed someone makes your hair stand up.

As it's getting late, you both decide to call it a night and investigate the storefront in the morning. In all honesty, you don't know what to expect, or what you'll get out of this. There's no way the spirits of those men will want to help, and what do they get in return? It's not like you can bring them back... can you? You shiver at the thought; even if you could, those aren't the type of people you'd want to use that kind of special power on.

Minho takes the couch, not leaving room for argument as he lies down with his boots now untied by the end. You enter the bedroom, taking in the bare walls and lack of life. It's stale, uncomfortable, but it'll do for just one night.

The storefront looks like it hasn't been touched in years, and you suppose it really hasn't been since the investigation into Jisung's disappearance. Minho approaches first and jiggles the doorknob, which is obviously locked. There's a big 'For Lease' sign sitting in the window collecting dust, the lettering a faded blue. It's hard to see inside, the thick layer of dirt and grime on the glass windows obscuring your view when you try and look. Wiping it does nothing, most of the grit on the inside, but you do manage to spot a few upturned chairs near the front.

Rounding the building and walking down the alleyway, Minho brings you to a door at the side. When it doesn't open, he gestures for you to stand back. He swiftly kicks the wood, and it doesn't stand a chance, almost immediately splintering off the hinges. As if it's nothing, Minho walks into the building, not waiting for your shock to wear off.

Just as you suspected, the inside is covered in dust, and you have to try hard not to sneeze as the particles tickle your nose and make it itch. You've entered right at the back of the store, making your way into the very back. The layout kind of reminds you of the flower shop. Minho makes a beeline to the back corner of the small room you've entered and you spot a groove in the floor.

"Trap door?" You ask, although it's obvious.

Minho doesn't reply. Instead, he runs his hands over the uneven ground until he finds a spot to dig his finger underneath and pull it up, revealing a cement staircase. A chill runs down your spine, and you swear you could hear crying right as he opened it up. Hesitantly, you take a step forward, letting Minho lead the way. Even he's cautious as he walks down, and you don't have to ask to know why. This place must bring back bad memories, ones you'd never want to recall. Jisung must have been special.

The basement air is cold and damp as you descend, unwelcoming in every sense of the word. A headache is already forming on your temples from what you suspect is from the sheer amount of lost souls trapped here, forever unable to find peace. It hurts that you can't help them all; you're here for a different purpose. Not many of the spirits show their faces to you, but some linger around the dark, brick walls. There's a single light hanging from the ceiling casting a dim yellow glow, a dilapidated chair directly underneath. A shiver goes down your spine.

"Lee Minho." You hear a voice scoff, head whipping toward the noise. There's a gruff, muscular man leaning against the wall by the stairs, shaking his head. "Never thought I'd see you here again."

Minho doesn't reply, oblivious to the man trying to communicate. This irks the man clearly, his face scrunching up in frustration as Minho appears to ignore him. Kicking off the wall, he goes to approach Minho, but sees you looking at him and stops.

"What's his problem?" The man nods to Minho.

"He can't see or hear you." At your voice, Minho turns, his eyes flickering between you and where you're standing. "Only I can."

"They're here?" Minho hurries over to you, glaring at the spot you're eyes are.

"Just one... he has a tattoo of a lotus flower on his forearm if that helps." You state, nodding at he man.

"He was the last one." Minho says, disdain in his voice.

In this position, you know there isn't much you can do. How are you supposed to force information out of a potentially violent spirit? You can't kill him twice...

Or, wait...

Jeongin, you think, closing your eyes and focusing your energy on him. You can almost feel the connection between you, a bright line reaching out to him. Jeongin, help me.

It's only a matter of seconds until you feel a soft breeze move strands of your hair into your face, and you open your eyes to see Jeongin. He's looking down at you with a soft expression, relieved to see you're okay. When he looks to the man, his eyes narrow.

"Who are you?" The man suddenly looks uneasy, crossing his arms, but Jeongin just shakes his head.

"Not important. Now, you're going to tell us where Han Jisung is," Jeongin demands.

The man barks out a laugh. "Like hell I'm gonna do that."

"I have an idea." You whisper to Jeongin, turning your body so the man can't hear you as well. "Use my energy to force the answers out of hi-"

"Are you kidding me? No way!" Jeongin's eyes widen, unable to believe you're seriously suggesting that. "Do you understand what that could do to you?"

"Yes, and I'm willing to take the risk! Otherwise, I wouldn't be asking you." You cross your arms now, holding your ground. "Just do it. Please."

Jeongin searches your eyes, seeing the certainty in them, and sighs. He takes a hold of your hand, closing his eyes to focus on your connection, similar to what you did earlier. After a moment, he opens them again, and the man is giving you both an amused look. Before he can speak, his mouth open to say something, he's flying backward into the chair. The man's eyes are big with shock, chains wrapping his wrists and legs in place, an additional one forming around his chest. You don't know what's going on, only that you feel dizzy.

"Tell us where he is." Jeongin steps closer, and you do too on instinct. Each step toward the center of the room feels like you're walking through quicksand; your head is pounding with each sluggish movement. "Now."

Chains rustle, and your vision swims as they seem to tighten around the man. How Jeongin is doing this is beyond you, but the scare tactic seems to be working.

"Warehouse on Twilight! He's- we brought him there after finding out who he was!" The man's voice is high with panic, still fighting against the confines of the chair. "Now let me go!"

With a thud, the chair returns back to it's ruined state, and the spirit of the man is released. Jeongin lets go of your arm the same moment, and the only thing keeping you from hitting the floor are Minhos arms as he catches you. Before you think you'll pass out, you relay the information to Minho.

Keeping an arm around you, the two of you hurry back out to Minho's car. Jeongin is long gone, and a part of you feels guilty for making him use you like that. The last thing Jeongin wants to do is take your energy, and you practically forced him to.

"Stop thinking like that," Minho says sharply, leaning back as he exits the parking lot. "I can see it in your face. It's not your fault, and you did what was necessary."

"It doesn't feel right-"

"It never does." Minho sighs. "It never does."

After that, it doesn't take long for the two of you to get to the warehouse as Minho is practically speeding the whole way, even with it being across the city. Like the storefront, it's old and abandoned. The gate is broken, allowing easy access inside, and there's a door hanging off the hinges; someone has clearly broken in recently, probably to stay the night.

Dust assaults your senses once again as you enter the building. The inside is completely empty, high ceilings with small windows to allow light. On the other end is a door with a metal staircase leading up to it, and you assume it used to go to an office or breakroom. Minho curses at the space, running a hand through his hair as he walks further in. You can't imagine how disappointed he must be, knowing this doesn't help him at all in finding Jisung.

"Dammit..." Minho turns, exhaustion and defeat seeping into his features. "Let's just go. This place offers nothing."

You're about to agree, but look back into the dim room once more. Something by the stairs catches your eye.

"Minho, wait."

Walking closer, you make out the shape of a person descending the steps, and you immediately recognize him as the man you're looking for. Han Jisung stands at the bottom of he staircase, looking out to you with a sad look on his face, and your heart sinks. Minho steps beside you, shrugging.

"What?" He looks between you and the stairs, squinting. "There's nothing, let's go. We've wasted enough time."

As he goes to walk away, you grab his wrist, making him jolt back a bit. You let go with an apologetic expression, retracting your hand back to your body. Minho looks briefly offended, but then sees the mixed emotions on your face.

"He's here..." You say quietly, glancing back to the stairs. "I think he has something to say to you."

"No." Minho's voice comes out as a small gasp, and he shakes his head. "No, Y/n, no. That means- he can't be-"

"I'm sorry," You whisper, gently placing a hand on his arm. "I can help you communicate."

Minho looks away, bringing a hand to his mouth as he tries to collect himself. A few moments later, he nods. You both head to the stairs where Jisung has been waiting patiently.

There's not a single scratch on him, no sign of hurt at all, and it's strange. His hair is well groomed, and his clothes aren't wrinkled. Jisung can't keep his eyes off Minho as you approach, and you'd swear he's alive if it weren't for the way his hands don't quite touch the railing. He descends slowly until he's eye level with Minho, but Minho's eyes are still stuck on the stairs.

"He's right in front of you," You whisper, as though talking too loud will shatter the fragility in the air.

"Jisung?" Minho's eyes flicker down, and you see Jisung inhale as their eyes meet. There's a small, sad smile on his face.

"Can you hear me?" Jisung looks at you for a brief moment, then back to Minho, his smile faltering; you nod. "Tell him I'm okay, please."

"He says he's okay." You repeat, voice wavering.

"They did bad things to me here," Jisungs voice steels. "Tortured me for information, but I didn't tell them anything. It was too much in the end."

Hearing his story has your heart breaking for him, your eyes watering despite not knowing the man in front of you. Jisung looks down at his feet as you tell Minho what he's said.

Jisung's eyes find Minho again, his voice quieter now. "I tried to look after you. I'm sorry for what happened."

There's movement, his hand reaching to grasp Minho's. You hear Minho suck in a breath and look up to see his wide, blinking eyes staring back at Jisung, almost like-

"I can see you." Minho says bluntly, and Jisung laughs lightly, the sound echoing in the emptiness of the warehouse. "Why can I see you now?"

"Obviously, I missed you so much I brought you to the afterlife with one touch." Jisung teases, giving you a warm glimpse into their dynamic as Minho scoffs. Then, Jisung's smile begins to fade. "I think... I think the universe knows what time it is."

"What do you mean?" Minho says, although you know he knows by the expression on his face, the way he can't stop blinking.

"You know what I mean," Jisung says softly, giving his hand a squeeze. "You found me. You got closure."

"I can't-" Minho shakes his head. "Jisung, don't-"

"Shh," Jisung brings his free hand up to rest on Minhos shoulder. "We'll see each other again, hopefully not for a long time. I've seen the way you've been these past few years, the downward spiral you've been slowly going down. I want you to live, Min, I want you to fall in love with life again. I need you to."

Minho's throat bobs, then he's pulling Jisung into a hug. They stay like that for a few minutes, and you look away, feeling the moment is too private for you to be witnessing. Some words are whispered, ones you don't catch, then there's a sniffle and someone clearing their throat.

"Let's go." Minho is already turned around by the time your eyes find him again, already walking toward the exit. When you look toward the staircase, there's nothing but the lingering scent of something sweet.

notes ~ i am SO SO sorry it's taken so long for a new chapter to come out 😭 i hope you guys still like it 😥 if you're on the taglist and have changed ur user, pls lmk so i can update it!!

taglist ~ @chaeryred @toplinelix @channie-143 @bloomingstay @sona1800 @dollschan @defnotfertilizedtoesw @thisisnotjacinta @kayleigh-28 @kayleefriedchicken @lailac13 @linocvp1d @ilov3jeong1n @mooseung @kkamismom12 @sillyhal @rensahazard

green means i can't tag you

#⋆.˚𖦹°‧✮‧°𖦹˚.⋆ ERROR 404 #skz #stray kids #yang jeongin x reader #yang jeongin x fem reader #yang jeongin #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #yang jeongin fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #skz series #yang jeongin series #smau #partial smau #non idol au #i.n x reader #i.n x fem reader

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strykingback · 6 months ago

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Charibert: Oh Great Its the Godsdamned Quenderlain Bitch!!

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND IVY!!!!!"

Charibert: Why do I hear boss music

#[The Deadliest Sniper- Zek]#[Random Talking In The HQ- Dash Commentary]#[ERROR 404- CRACK]

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medlarmeadows · 7 months ago

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Life’s too short not to rizz up the beautiful stranger in the club

Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader

Synopsis: Charlie rizzes you up in a club (respectfully).

Warning(s): drinking alcoholic beverages, clubbing (no grinding! Leave space for Jesus, kids), swearing.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Just a little fic inspired by Charlie’s new clubbing arc (he posted going to the club once). Also, I’ve only ever been to the club once and have never interacted with anybody outside my group of friends there so if this is super inaccurate, I am sorry.

masterlist here!

The bass boosted music shook the room as Charlie danced amongst his friends. Sweaty bodies pressed against each other; drinks were passed around. The club seemed to be mostly filled with jovial college students who had just finished their final exams for the semester, giving rise to an even more chaotic atmosphere than normal.

The swivelling and ever-changing coloured lights barely lit the club up, and yet he saw you so clearly. He swore you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He struggled to tear his gaze from you so as to not stare for too long, especially when he almost locked eyes with you.

But goddamn, you were gorgeous.

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw you leave the dance floor and head towards the bar, presumably to get a drink. All it took was a few encouraging words (and well-meaning teases) for him to muster up the courage to approach you.

“Hey.”

You turned your gaze towards Charlie, and his breath caught in his lungs.

“Hey,” you replied.

Charlie felt heat rise up to his cheeks, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the heat of the club.

“I, uhm,” damnit Charlie you can do this “You’re really beautiful, and I was wondering if I could buy you a drink if that’s okay? I’m Charlie, by the way.”

Your lips parted, almost as if you were surprised, before it turned into a coy smile.

“I’m Y/N, and you’re really beautiful too.”

Error 404 not found in Charlie’s brain.

Charlie stuttered for a moment, messing with his already messed up hair to take a moment to recalibrate. In that moment, he summoned every past experience he had flirting with his friends during DnD sessions.

“So,” he tilted his head at you. “What drink would the pretty lady like?”

Pink spread across your cheeks, and he would have mistaken it as a trick of the light if you hadn’t stuttered out:

“Whiskey, uhm, whiskey coke would be great.”

Charlie shot you a smirk before turning to the bartender to place your orders. The two of you stood in relative silence, bar the club music, as the drinks were prepared. Once the drinks were served, you immediately took a sip.

“God, I needed some of that liquid courage,” you admitted, cheeks still pink.

“So do I,” Charlie said, taking a sip of his. “God, do you know how much courage it took for me to approach someone as beautiful as you.”

“What?”

Your cheeks seemed to get even redder, and you took a larger sip from your drink.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at you.

“What, you don’t believe me? Look at you, at your outfit – ”

“I believe you about that, I know I’m gorgeous,” you joked, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “I meant about the courage part.”

“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell based on how I was tripping over my words trying to offer you a drink.”

For some reason, that cracked you up, causing you to throw your head back as your laughed. In that moment, you didn’t seem to care how you looked in front of Charlie, and in that moment, he thought you were the most beautiful human alive.

“Oh my god,” you breathed. “I think – I think it’s hard for me to see that you’re nervous when I was internally battling my own nerves.”

At that, Charlie’s jaw dropped.

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“No,” he exaggerated.

You snorted.

“Do you know how long I had been working up the courage to come talk to you? I literally left the dance floor to get a drink in order to hype myself up to approach you. You just beat me to the punch.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, have you seen yourself?” Your eyes unashamedly checked him out as you gestured at his clothes. “You’re gorgeous. If I wasn’t so down bad for you, I would be jealous of your fit.”

Charlie hid his burning cheeks behind another sip of his drink.

“Now, what gentleman would I be if I let the lovely lady dish out all the compliments? We could trade all night long, or – ” He extended a hand towards you. “You could join me on the dance floor.”

You took a second to consider him, before you knocked back the remainder of your drink.

“I just met you, but fuck it, let’s go.”

You put your hand in his. A spark of mischief lit up Charlie’s eyes as he intertwined your fingers together, chuckling when your expression turned flustered.

“But none of that grinding shit, alright?” you said. “We’re technically still strangers.”

“Of course, my lady,” Charlie said, a spark in his eyes. “We’ll be super classy and refined.”

The two of you ended up on the dance floor busting your asses like no one else. Classy was the random macarena dance break, and refined was the failed ballroom dip Charlie attempted that almost caused you to fall onto the dirty club floor.

When you had been with your friends (who had teased your obvious immediate crush on Charlie), psyching yourself to talk to him, you didn’t think you would end up laughing your way through the night.

Of course, that didn’t stop the butterflies. The initial adrenaline from the alcohol faded eventually, and every brief contact with Charlie sent butterflies to your stomach.

You don’t know how he didn’t sense your obvious fluster when you so acutely felt your cheeks aflame. You don’t know how he didn’t realise how infatuated you were with him when he briefly held you close to his chest and you swore your heart was thumping louder than the music.

You spent the rest of the night dancing with Charlie, your cheeks hurting from how hard you were smiling and laughing. At some point, your friends came over to bid you goodbye, insisting that you text them when you reached home and threatening Charlie with his life if they didn’t hear back from you. Subsequently, Charlie’s friends also left, and before you knew it, the club was closing.

“That was so much fun,” Charlie said, his breathing slightly laboured from the strenuous Rasputin routine he had done.

You were also panting, but from being doubled over laughing at him.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wiping away a tear that had escaped your eye, no doubt smudging your eyeliner. “I can’t believe the night is over, I really enjoyed dancing with you.”

You catch a glimpse of something in Charlie’s eye, before one of his hands barely cupped your jaw.

“May I?” he asked, the other hand reaching towards your eye, no doubt to correct your eyeliner.

Your breath caught in your lungs, brain stuttering at the closeness and intimacy of the gesture.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

His thumb brushed under your eye gently, smoothing over your skin and hopefully wiping away any smudge you had caused. You felt your cheeks warm with nervousness you hadn’t felt since Charlie approached you at the bar, and you bit your lip to try to hide it.

Charlie’s eyes darted to your lips, lingering for a second before he backed away quickly.

“Sorry,” he apologised, and you immediately missed the sensation of his hands on your face. “I hope I wasn’t crossing any boundaries – ”

“You weren’t,” you reply too fast, almost choking over your words.

Clearing your throat, you tried again, but Charlie beat you to it:

“I really enjoyed tonight with you.” He messed with his hair for the hundredth time. “And I was hoping if I could see you again?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, mind travelling a million miles an hour as you considered the fact that Charlie – handsome, beautiful, funny, Charlie – wanted to see you again after tonight. And all your mouth could produce was:

“Sure.”

Immediately, his eyes lit up.

“Could I have your number?” he asked, fumbling with his pockets for his phone.

“Yea – yeah, sure,” you repeated yourself, cringing inwardly.

He passed you his phone, and you shakily type in your number. After passing it back to him, Charlie typed a few things. Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

unknown, 5.38am: it’s me, Charlie :)

Grinning, you sent back a reply:

y/n, 5.39am: hey there, stranger

Charlie snorted, before pocketing his phone.

“I’m not kidding, by the way,” his gaze turned sincere, one hand reaching to hold yours when you let him. “Tonight was so much fun, and I really like you. I mean that beyond your amazing beauty – and you are so, so gorgeous – ” You flushed again. “ – and your questionable ability to do a floss – ” You smacked his shoulder with your free hand. “ – you’re an amazing person, and I would love to get to know you for real.”

You took a moment to collect yourself, barely holding yourself together as you gazed into Charlie’s soft, sincere eyes.

“I would love to get to know you for real, too,” you replied. Calling back to an earlier action of his, you took initiative to intertwine your hands together.

In a sudden rush of boldness, you stood on your toes and delivered a quick peck to Charlie’s cheek. When you withdrew, you were pleased to see you had managed to fluster the man as much as you were currently feeling.

“Okay, okay,” he stuttered, before taking in a deep breath to compose himself as you giggled. “I, uhm, I guess I’ll see you another time?”

“Of course, just drop me a text, stranger."

When you finally made it back to your flat, the sun was just barely starting to rise. You let your friends know you were back home safely before dropping Charlie a text:

y/n, 6.35am: heyy, I made it back alive :)

charlie, 6.36am: so did I! have a good rest :)

y/n, 6.36am: you too :D

charlie, 3.15pm: are you free Saturday for coffee? my treat

y/n, 3.16pm: only if you let me buy you ice cream after

Charlie, 3.17pm: sounds like a plan, stranger ;)

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mysticdoodlez · 10 months ago

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*cracks knuckles and neck* Alright, time to get back in the game.

Okay, so we got the band member’s deletion of Instagram. Every five days, a member deleted their posts (except Jolly, but he probably got thrown off because of the change in timezones and it took Noah beating him over the head with his ugly slides to remind him to do it). So five days from Jolly’s SUPPOSED deletion date, we got the band’s Instagram wipe. Oh, and the website with their CUSTOM 404 ERROR MESSAGE. Not the typical Error 404 Site Not Found message. So that’s proof that this isn’t the usual “They’re deleting everything because some of their fans have gone way too far” like some people are accusing us of.

So moving on to today… *takes a drag of a cigarette and exhales loudly* It’s been years since I’ve had to deal with an alternate reality game…

So the Poppy video. The V.A.N video. The whatever you want to call it video. What the fuck is V.A.N?

It’s not the band’s AI. That’s M.I.N.D., the best character of the comics, easily (besides Jolly’s bathrobe, but I digress). M.I.N.D. stands for Meta Index Native Database in the comics (or Memory Induction via Neural Data in the Just Pretend music video).

Though it could be argued that M.I.N.D. is not DIRECTLY under the employment of the Bad Omens, because the Rule Maker is aware of M.I.N.D., as shown in the first page of CONCRETE JUNGLE: THE GREY.

But in CONCRETE JUNGLE: ARTIFICIAL SUICIDE, Noah does mention having a new phone, called the VAN i2. He pairs its system with the car’s, essentially loading M.I.N.D. into the car’s computer. MR92381 is either the VAN i2, or M.I.N.D. before being paired.

So there’s the comics. Let’s go to the website now.

It’s no longer the custom 404 message. It now says “V.A.N HAS TAK3N OVER ACCESS OF THIS SITE”

So why is the “E” in “TAKEN” a “3”? None of the other “E”s are “3”s. Is something happening in 3 days? At the time of this theory post, it’s still the 21st of January, so that would put something happening on the 24th, which doesn’t match up with their “every five days” routine.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU COOKING, YOU TRENT REZNOR WANNABE.

#bad omens #concrete jungle #i was tired of everyone saying V.A.N was their AI #bad omens cult #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #nick folio

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httpsserene · 2 months ago

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐑 -> 𝐖 (𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐀 -> 𝐏 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

♤ THE DANIEL RICCIARDO EDITION | it's his one-man show. you ask for danny ric, and he will always over-deliver.

✦➜♤ F1 KINKTOBER 2023 | overstimulation kink w mv1 *view in special editions

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon...

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

✦♤ ROCK THE BOAT | a salt-bathed, sun-drenched, yacht trip seduces you into slow and sensual sex underneath the sunbeams.

➜♤ F1 KINKTOBER 2023 | vampire & biting kink *view in special editions

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon...

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

➜♤ F1 KINKTOBER 2023 | predator/prey kink *view in special editions

➜♡♢♤ SIP OF SUNSHINE | as a cart girl, you’ve never been intrigued by any of the men you serve on the green. by complete chance, you meet carlos and lando—they monopolize your summers for the unforeseeable future. (poly!fic with lando norris) *new episode released 9/20*

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

♡ HAUTE COUTURE | from photo shoots to spontaneous vacation changes; carlos loves you loudly.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon…

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon...

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon…

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon...

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon…

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

✦➜♡♢ ERROR 404: PLOT NOT FOUND | gaming & lifestyle youtuber!reader has been searching for her meet-cute romance. has she finally found it at the ski-resort?

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

➜♤ F1 KINKTOBER 2023 | frottage & abs kink *view in special editions

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon...

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

♔♡♢ I CARE | max comes to a realization about his father. you support him through the fallout.

✦♡ VIRTUAL RACING BOOTCAMP | you start showing interest in sim racing. max's only option is to turn you into the best virtual-racer there ever was--well besides himself, of course.

♤ K.O.! | Max (the man unable to not have the last word) coerces her into giving Daniel a taste of his own medicine. As soon as they can manage to walk on two feet, without a wobble. Mark their fucking words.

✦➜♤ F1 KINKTOBER 2023 | corruption kink w cl16 & overstimulation kink w dr3 *view in special editions

➜♤✦ TRACK LIMITS | max and charles don’t mind receiving a five-second penalty for slipping past your boundaries. seeing a black and white flag doesn’t scare them in the slightest; not when you're performing so well under their guidance. *view in special editions

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

✦♡ YOUR HONOR, HE'S A SIMP | an unplanned hard launch reveals more than a relationship. it exposes the biggest simp of the century.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

♤ TOASTY | you make toto his favorite bread. he’s going to thank you for this surprise properly.

♤ A BUN IN THE OVEN | toasty - part two

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon...

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

✦♤ DNF THERAPY | what goes down in their driver's room with you after a dnf. (#1,4,16,44,55,81)

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

♡ GIRLS JUST WANNA (F1) | you make hit songs when you’re not driving a formula one car. your fellow drivers love to feature in your music videos.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

♡♤♢ PLEASE'S AND THANK YOU'S (PROFFESIONAL SELF-SABOTAGE GONE WRONG!) | maxiel | now, maybe that max isn’t the one causing the growing gap between him and daniel, this space might dissolve max’s fondness.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ ...coming soon...

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 | 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐀 -> 𝐏)

#table of contents.#toc: page two.#serene's chapters.

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fandom-junk-drawer · 4 months ago

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 23

Jaskier had glanced up at the eave of the garden shed, and there it was.

F**k me running, that's huge! Good gods, look at the size of it! I've got to get Geralt!

Geralt is minding his own business, hiding from Yennefer hanging out in Van Roach, when Jaskier bursts in. The bard is pulling at his arm and excitedly demanding that Geralt come see this huge a** hornet nest.

It's seriously huge!

Really big!

Bigger than Yennefer's a**!

Geralt: *raises one eyebrow*

Yeah, I know! It's hard to imagine that there can be anything bigger than her a**!

Just come look at it!

Geralt sighs and gives in, allowing himself to be pulled out of his Mobile Man Cave. He's dragged to the garden shed, and there, on the eave, near the point of the roof, is indeed the biggest d*mn hornet nest he's ever seen.

The Urge made the primitive part of his brain itch like a poison ivy rash. "We should, uh, get rid of that nest. Someone could get stung." Geralt said slowly and carefully, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

"Yeah..." Jaskier said just as carefully, "Wouldn't want anyone to get stung. Especially Wee Roach. We're going to have to get rid of it."

Geralt was silent for a minute as he looked up at the nest, then said, his voice trembling only slightly, "How should we, uh, get rid of it?"

"Burning it would be great fun-- I mean -- great. It would be great.

"Yennefer said no fire after we burnt that big patch of grass last week getting rid of that ant hill." Geralt said.

They both looked at the round, bald patch in the yard where the grass still hadn't grown back yet.

"Blow it up. We should definitely blow it up." Jaskier replied, voice humming like a bowstring.

"Yeah, " Geralt agreed, trying to sound nonchalant, "Wouldn't want to end up setting the grass on fire, or anything."

They were both still, staring at each other mutely for almost a full minute, then Jaskier blurted "I'm getting the M80's!", and skedaddled into the house.

The Urge was demanding to be scratched, and they were going to scratch the h*ll out of it!

Several moments (and one close call with Yennefer) later, and Jaskier was helping Geralt tie an M80 to a long pole. They kept looking nervously over their shoulders every few seconds, jumping at every sound like a couple of convicts trying to coordinate a prison break

The firecracker was successfully attached to the pole and everything was ready.

A whispered argument (and a tug of war) ensued when Geralt tried to walk off with the pole.

"I want to do it!"

"I found the nest, I should get to blow it up!"

"I dont' care if 'yOu'Re a WiTcHeR aNd hAvE fAsTeR rEfLeXeS' !"

"I know how to handle a pole!"

"That was a vague 'Hmmm.' What are you implying, Geralt?"

"Now is not the time for jokes!"

"I'm NOT going to get stung-!"

Jaskier gave a sharp tug, trying to wrest the pole from Geralt's hands, and the end of it tapped the hornet nest. Both men froze as hornets buzzed agitatedly around the nest. After a few moments, the insects settled down and went back about their business.

Geralt glared at Jaskier.

Jaskier raised his middle finger.

A hornet, seemingly offended by the obscene gesture, swooped down.

Jaskier yelped in lowercase and fumbled the pole as the angry little f**ker stung him on the palm of his right hand, which just so happened to be the hand he was using to flip the bird with.

Geralt used Igni to light the fuse on the firecracker, and quickly shoved the ignited explosive into the nest. There was a loud crack!, and the nest blew apart. Chunks of paper, dead hornet bits, live hornets, and charred larvae rained down.

The few surviving hornets were now very, very angry, and went on the attack, blindly stinging anything they could find. Geralt was hit three times on the back before he could drop the stick and throw up Quen.

The hornets didn't look like they were going to give up anytime soon, so Geralt grabbed Jaskier and they fled to the house.

Yennefer was just getting off the couch to go see what the loud popping sound had been, when Jaskier burst into the living room, clutching his forearm and wailing about having been stung by a 'big a** motherf***ing hornet.'

Geralt had waved off Yennefer's help for his hornet stings. They were only hurting a little now, and the itching was mild. His body was already fighting off the venom and healing the damage.

Jaskier was not so lucky. While blowing up a hornet nest had scratched The Itch in his brain, it did nothing to scratch the itch from being stung.

48 hours later, Geralt was perfectly fine, the three sting marks on his back looked no worse than mosquito bites, and they didn't even itch anymore.

But for Jaskier, things had only gotten worse.

He'd woken up that morning, convinced that he was having a terrible allergic reaction and was going to die.

He'd run, screaming, into Yennefer's bedroom and jumped into her bed to start rather ungently shaking her awake.

"Yen, Yen wake up! Wake the f**k up!!!"

"What the h*ll, you f***ing plum!"

"Look at my f***ing hand!" *Shoves hand in her face* "I'm allergic to hornets! The swelling's gone up to my d*mn elbow! It's going to go up to my throat and I'm going to die!"

Not only was his hand swollen up like a blown up latex glove, but his whole forearm was as well.

"Get your ballooned up tw*t ticklers out of my face!"

"Look at my--!"

"You aren't allergic! It's just a generalized reaction! It's normal, for chrissake!"

"It's normal for it to look like a f***ing Mickey Mouse hand?" Jaskier asked sarcastically.

Yennefer burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. The comparison was just too perfect. It was exactly what his hand and arm looked like.

"Yes, you n*b jockey!", she said, her expression softening as she reached over to play soothingly with the hair at the nape of his neck. "You're going to be fine, I promise." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Now get the f**k out of my bed!"

Fears assuaged, Jaskier went downstairs to get some breakfast, and spent the next few days terrorizing Geralt with his Mickey Mouse hand after he found out that the way it looked and felt gave the Witcher the Ick when it touched him.

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amyysfics · 1 year ago

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Guide: 💛series /🖤headcanon /💙smau /💜angst /💚hurt/comfort /🧡fluff /❤️️crack

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Lee Know tomorrow 💜🧡 @feelbokkieone last dance 💛💙💜🧡 @feelbokkie

Changbin (Error 404: Rec not found)

Hyunjin y/n has a bad day 💚 @junglyric

Han fairytale kisses 🧡 @noisyquokka script change 🧡 @noisyquokka 1 flight, 12 kisses, 3 little words 🧡💚 @noisyquokka boyfriend texts 💙🧡 @like-a-diamondinthesky soft boyfriend texts 💙🧡❤️️ @feelbokkie (my req) the little things 🖤🧡 @goquokka00 worse at night 💚 @pips-fics

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Seungmin boyfriend texts 💙🧡❤️️ @minkkumaz

I.N no title 🖤🧡 @shoverse

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Seonghwa (Error 404: Rec not found)

Hongjoong (Error 404: Rec not found)

Yunho kiss it better 💚 @bobateastay

Yeosang (Error 404: Rec not found)

San (Error 404: Rec not found)

Mingi no title 🧡 @atinycafe

Wooyoung no title 💚 @whats-k-popping

Jongho (Error 404: Rec not found)

Tomorrow x Together

OT5 txt when you stain the bed bc of your period 💚 @gyummigon

Yeonjun (Error 404: Rec not found)

Soobin (Error 404: Rec not found)

Beomgyu (Error 404: Rec not found)

Taehyun (Error 404: Rec not found)

Heuning Kai (Error 404: Rec not found)

Random Lost, Zoro 💚🧡 @feirceangel

latest addition: bang chan - no title - astraytayyh

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galzydraw · 9 months ago

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My own version of Ink!Sans from the Multiverse N°148 is broadly different from the Ink!Sans that we all know, but only physically, his personality remains the same.

The crack in his skull was caused by the last battle he had with Error! 404. (@Comyet original character)

#undertale au #ink sans #undertale fandom #undertale fanart #promisedtale

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soraviie · 2 years ago

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being your secretary.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ masterlist

━ about: fluff and crack, emphasis on the last one

━ pictures taken from Pinterest ━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

king of business casual attires

he hates wearing full suits, those are for exclusive meetings only as he finds them too stuffy

essentially somehow gets away with wearing a t-shirt by tossing a suit jacket over it

has a ton of nonprescription glasses that he wears fully for the right look of it, in reality, he wears his contact lenses and then glasses on top

would die of embarrassment if anyone found out about this

Also, definitely does not wear them just because you mentioned liking them on him once

arrives 10 minutes before you and prepares the morning briefing

power walks when he's irritated

if anyone hears those familiar dun dun dun steps, they scramble as fast as humanly possible

has been banned from the office kitchen after a very unfortunate coffee-making incident

gets cosmically stressed every other Wednesday and lets out this frustration by briefly screaming at the top of his lungs

does he know people can hear him? Does he care?

always knocks on your door before leaning through the gap and asking: "may I come in?"

nothing gets past him about you: which hotel are you staying at, when's your mother's birthday, what was the colour of the pen that you used to sign the documents with, it's all noted in his expansive calendar and notes

he knows it all

but about himself?

boy, oh boy, he makes you stressed

if you're on an overseas business trip, he can list the entirety of the ingredients in the foods you'll have on the plane and then you can point out:

"Didn't you have your passport hung around your neck?"

he freezes and in his eyes, you can spot, by now familiar, 404 error code

loses his work ID every other week

is available 24/7 'cause he's a workaholic

gets mistyped as the boss 99% of the time

if it's by someone whose particularly annoying he's all condescending and smug

"Actually..."

a big fan of saying "actually" when he's petty; anyone who hears it, knows that they're about to be deep-fried by an unlimited amount of sarcasm

during the first stage after being hired, he definitely stayed to work overtime to avert any conceivable flaws

you found him, hunched over the desk with a dim desk lamp as his only companion

"Why are you still here?" you question curiously and he nearly jolts out of the chair

"Just...just going over these fact sheets," he stammers. "Don't want to get anything wrong."

you had to wrestle him to leave

once he becomes more comfortable with you, begins to joke but more often than not follows it up with coughing "ignore that" as he lives in almost a perpetual state of embarrassment

does extra work at home over dinner

if you show up at his doorstep, emotionally distraught, he welcomes you warmly despite hardly being able to see through his sleep-laced eyes

And if he may or may not notice your stare lingering on the muscles of his arms revealed, he may or may not weaponise that knowledge when meeting outside of the office by wearing tight shirts and lifting his arms behind his head to flex said muscles

outside the office prefers to meet at the park

Because he definitely does not imagine it as a date

workers at the canteen hate him as he habitually harasses them for snacks when stressed

always has a book or two on his table, he doesn't even have the time to read them but he keeps them around as an emotional support

if you have something ultra-specific that calms you down be it a stim toy, a plush, or a candy he has that in his pockets always carrying it around

makes a show of making a thirst trap filled Instagram and then "casually" mentions it in passing so you'd give it a follow

why exactly does he need seven consecutive grey sweatpant workout selfies there?

it's for the uh....aesthetic, he answers, face as bright as a ripened tomato

goes on hilarious tirades after the events, complaining about how this and that was stupid

you let him, enjoying the chatter with a soft smile

is of tremendous help when writing any speech or anything that needs a literary nuance

always very proud of you

in a way, holds himself to a higher standard after meeting you

has a special encouraging smile for when you give speeches to motivate you on

and while glimpsing across the crowd you know you can never truly fail in his eyes

YOONGI:

no matter how impossible always gets things done

despite bemoaning and bitching about it, is actually great at handling inner office relationships

always manages to make everyone stay on the track

keeps various assortments of snacks on his table

loathes the entire HR team though there is no special reason behind it

where Namjoon goes in front of you to announce your presence, Yoongi is a silent shadow constantly on the lookout

has listened in on so many conversations, he's at this point a human spyware

most people dismiss him as a quiet, reserved, grinding sort of secretary but in actuality, he's playing the same game as you with just as much vigil

if someone slights you, so much as breathes a snide comment he'll let you know and then help you to deal with it

and if someone disrespects you, there's murder in his eyes

wears proper attire but hates the jacket so mostly walks around with a button-up shirt

that may or may be damning when he decides to roll up the sleeves

if the AC is not working as it should, he will dRAG the maintenance by the ear to have it fixed

has knowledge of things you never thought possible

for example, on a random drive to the office he may mutter, off-hand:

"Give your friend a call, today is their birthday"

could recite your dietary preferences while in a coma

tussles with any cook to keep them in mind whether on a lunch run or in a five-star hotel

when it's a late work day, often teases you with a nonchalant tone

something about a softer atmosphere, the dark outside the window and the dim light of your office makes him relaxed and feel closer to you

when you praise him and he's feeling cute, pulls this exact face whilst turned away from you

beCAUSE it's embarASSING

has laughed at you once when you walked into a door

doesn't wear glasses often but when he does you know he means business

you know he's aware of the power he holds and wields it with no regret or regard for the poor souls suffering at the end of these good looks

has three to five people in love with him at all times but rejects them very gently always making it seem he's a horrible catch

and not because he's attached to a certain boss

has made you food on his free days but doesn't know how to give it to you for months

so in the end he just brushes it off with an "I made too much so if you want here it is" and it just so happens to be your favourite meal

softly scolds you sometimes

if you wear eccentric clothes playfully teases you about it as well

has established weekly "trash talk sessions" with you and the janitor for the sake of his mental health

if anyone rags on him (rightfully) for lazing around he gets so offended lmao

"I'm bUsY!"

boogies when he succeeds after a particularly hard project

never acts cute on purpose but is so cute

has drunk dialled you once and deep down remains mortified despite pretending it's not a big deal

doesn't stay a single second after office hours are over, he's not about that capitalist life nah

and yet if you ask for help works the entire night and the next one and the next one

he's not about the capitalism but he is about you

at a company event, you can find him in the corner asleep

love or hate it, he knows the entire roster of the people you've dated before even if it was just a middle school crush, he has that information

if there's an important event, is there since the morning overseeing everything to the tiniest detail

if you appear in a televised interview watches it with sweaty palms

and if you're in a newspaper or a magazine he buys them and keeps them on his coffee table at home

if you drag someone through the absolute filth you know he's in the corner trying not to beam like a sunshine

sometimes on business trips after hours really lets his hair loose so to speak and you see another side of him

the bubbly giggly side and it's so adorable you want to eat him

(for the nasty people out there...you perverts)

and while we're at it he gets kind of flirty

if someone gets too handsy with you, death glares at them

is always working the angle on getting a raise, and while Yoongi is not about these capitalist schemes, he does love getting the coin

can often be found muttering underneath his nose that he's not paid enough to do this even if "this" in question is talking to someone whose a bit more annoying

big fan of wine drinking after work in the comfort of his home

often picks up his phone to text you an invitation but discourages himself from doing it every time

JIN:

always looks his absolute best

another king of business casual

but unlike Namjoon doesn't just throw on a suit jacket and call it a day

actually invests in good quality jumpers and shirts so he always looks expensive

and it may or may not be a deep gaping wound in the egos of many at the office

everyone talks to him but he rarely talks to them back

y'know

like he's popular because people decided he is not due to his own effort

with a face like that, he was bound to be, right

is by far and I do mean by far one of the most unorthodox secretaries ever to exist

you can swear that one second he has you thinking he'll never be able to do this and the next you're ready to worship him as he caught onto a mistake that could ruin the entire company

Jin gets things done but no one knows how exactly ???

though everyone has agreed that he looks superb in suits even if it simultaneously damaged everyone's ego

hates talking to clients, investors etc. etc.

but!

dude's an actor

so by being the fakest little bitch in the room, he manages to charm even the most heinous of competitors

has an adequate business brain

even if he says things that are undoubtedly questionable

like that one time he pitched the idea of selling Shooky's cookie fam for profit T-T

has the healthiest work vs free time balance

is not available 24/7

in fact, he's only available for the time that he's governed to be at

it's 5 o'clock? Bye, bye, watch the fumes from his back as he speeds away

a huge enthusiast of reading webtoons and watching dramas during work

so you see how people might be confused about just how exactly he gets everything done

but at the end of the day, he does

and that's what matters

also, his plot recaps are actually quite funny so you may allow the dastardly attitude for the sheer amusement of it all

makes snacks for you and himself

brings a warm cup of tea when you're stressed

if you praise him...

(♡⸃ ◡ ⸂♡) makes this face

and melts

he might act that he's above people's opinions but actually deeply craves them

an expert at defusing the tension

both when people quarrel and when you feel too stressed

he reminds you that this is not the end of the world and even if it is, it doesn't end until it does

attaches post-it notes with ridiculous questions to your various folders

for example,

"Ten mini giraffes vs one giant rat who would win?"

is either excellent at fashion advice or the absolute worst, there is no middle

blushes a lot if you show him special care and attention

Don't do that

But also not not do that

is almost never at his desk

sometimes he might have just locked himself into the office pantry to get away from people

participates at all social events despite his own great agony

does it because you asked and if you say please he will begrudgingly move mountains should it be needed

has been mistaken numerous times for your partner

and he doesn't bother correcting that ;)

once upon a blue moon someone actually manages to piss him off

but unfortunately the general population, you included, simply find that hot

it's about the furrowed eyebrows

on an unrelated note, does anyone else find angry rj uncannily resembling angry Jin I know it's logical but all the same

HOSEOK:

hello and welcome the social CPU of the office

does he want to?

no, not really

but it's beneficial

and it makes the workflow much smoother

he's a perfectionist so it's all about the workflow

keeps everyone in great spirits

so when he comes in depressed and moping to work everyone's in great distress and trying to improve his mood

the most efficient is you

as you simply make him a drink, put it on his desk and gently say that you're grateful for all that he's done

it's like a shining beacon of light breaking through the stormy night

rarely if ever wears office-appropriate clothing

but he always looks great so no one complains

and it's easy to find him

the pop of colour stands against the grey office in an almost comical fashion

doesn't usually stay after hours but absolutely takes the work home

sometimes calls you after work to make sure of something

doesn't make a note of the private things concerning your family or friends

but keeps detailed vigil for anything you related

doctors appointments, holiday plans, your birthday, he has it all marked down

sometimes spruces up your interior by hanging balloons and leaving behind cheesy encouraging cards

especially if you've gone through a hard time

occasionally drinks or dines with you after hours

these talks always escalate from work into conversations about life, hobbies, passions etc.

sometimes chooses to not pick up calls from the office when he's free

but

if you call him from a private number can and will answer in the middle of the night, on the beach, on the toilet

those are reserved for emergencies

gets shy when you praise him and constantly downplays his achievements

refuses to be promoted saying he couldn't handle the pressure, he's not equipped etc.

but it's just because he wants to stay longer close like this with you

he's reasonably ambitious so wrestles with it but he enjoys doing this so he always refuses

has a very, very secret folder of photos taken by him on official gatherings and outings

some make him proud, some make him giggle

like the one where you're holding an entire sushi roll whilst frowning at the opening speech for the business conference

definitely is caught up in like 10 people's business because they ask for his help and he's too polite to reject them outright

hates coming to work in deep winter

that's the most dishevelled he'll ever look

contributes a great deal to the improvement of internal workings

makes sure to greet every single person coming his way, be it a janitor or manager

hence why everyone likes him so much

it's actually impossible not to like him

hence why he's designated as the one to break hard news around the office

because he somehow makes sure no one feels too bad

rarely takes breaks during working hours as he's busy tending to the needs of his favourites

first and foremost - you

has every minute of every day planned and scheduled

colour coordinates events

and also sticker coordinates

sometimes sticks a cute sticker on top of a folder to cheer you up

and yes that does include your lunch breaks

has a frightening capability of faking a pleasant smile

he could be planning a murder to the most minuscule detail and no one would be the wiser

JIMIN:

so first of all he bungled the interview

bad

he got into his head, was late, wound himself in such an ulcer-ridden stress ball he could only mumble incoherently underneath his nose

so he's almost in tears

but then you say yes

cause you see something sincere about him unlike the manufactured cutouts giving perfectly polite, impersonal, well-readied replies

and because of that Jimin overworks himself to bone

he's so anxious over any conceivable mistake that for the first three months he practically lives in the office

going everything over and over again with sleep-deprived eyes

when it inevitably begins to show on his face you sternly sit him down and explain either he's going to adhere to the office hours or you're going to fire him anyways, in order that proper authorities are not on your ass for exploitation

moping away like a kicked puppy, he obliges

is practically mute for the first months in your presence

he's terrified of disappointing you

but slowly the fear ebbs away

and after a few out-of-office meetings

in front of you might as well sit a different person entirely

despite taking the longest to get used to it, he's the best at the job

is at this point a walking calendar

everything from your dentist appointment to whether or not you've worn this outfit before sits in his mind

has a different notebook/calendar for the types of things he needs to remember all colour coordinated

pink is for you, red for emergencies and previous mishaps, blue for finance meetings, grey - to be ignored

leaves behind himself cute reminders

is especially fond of cute, stylized post-it notes that often have quite little to do with work

mainly he uses it as a means to fluster you

perhaps succeeds

when he's really comfortable

he feels free to be mad at you

the King of Petty when he's mad

but unlike your competitors, all you have to do is flutter your eyelashes and he's a molten goo of floating hearts

you two are honestly a terrifying duo

cause if your secretary is this intimidating, glaring down something heavy upon the unfavourable guests while looking like he just descended from heaven...

what are you like then? o_0

master of passive-aggressive comments

the longer he works there, the better his fashion becomes

to the point where he has a distinct silhouette that reminds people more of a runway model than an office worker

expensive

you get what I mean, he looks affluent and posh 'cause by now he's as much as the face of the company as you are

the "click clack" of his heeled shoes as he walks around T-T

spends 75% of his mornings at your home

your alarm clock fairy really

if you're on overseas trips also lingers in your hotel room

feels quite lonely at home due to the lack of people

has beef with certain people in the office

also gossip central

but if any of it branches to insult you, snitches but not before making the person feel so bad they want to crawl out of their skin

frequently brings you snacks, foods and drinks :')

types in a concerningly aggressive manner, very loud and decisive like he's writing a national announcement

also another enjoyer of a wine glass (or a bottle) after work

after some time he simply reeks of professionalism

and as you sit and smile at him knowingly, having envisioned this happening

he gives a shameless smile in turn, rolls his eyes and collects the empty tea cups:

"Don't get excited, I might think you like me too much"

TAEHYUNG:

cardigans

wears an excessive amount of cardigans and soft jumpers

appears more like a funded art student than a secretary

but don't be fooled :)

he's absolutely cutthroat :)

there are a lot of people in the company that don't like you

and Taehyung is determined to show them exactly where their place is

all while grinning like an innocent angel

gets side-tracked a lot

invests early on into specific aesthetic notebooks, pens and folders

and then forgets it halfway

so now his table is mismatched with something that looks like the reading space of a retired elderly historian and normal office space

can't be found at the said desk for anything

prefers to work in your office

especially if that involves laying down on the couch and complaining

tends to forget small events and dates

"Hello, we would like to confirm the meeting on today's afternoon?"

he's sitting there on the phone with a ???? on his face

hurries all over the place to correct his mistakes

so seeing him rush suddenly out the door as though his ass is on fire is not exactly surprising

does not talk until 11:02

he's awake but at what cost

another enjoyer of knocking your ass awake in the morning

but unlike Jimin doesn't roll up glammed out and with pancakes in hand

but with hair a mess and dry spit on the corner of his mouth

gazing at you with sleep-swollen eyes

"let's go," says he and then promptly passes out in the car

knows the canteen workers on a first-name basis

at any given time, has 10 to 15 people madly in love with him

he's aware of this and is awkward about it

tries to cutesy his way out of your wrath

and does so gloriously

though when things get serious, he goes into hyperfocus mode

doesn't even recognize or grasp that someone's speaking to him when he does

is an excellent "light in the dark" person

meaning he offers unexpected solutions just when you think the situation couldn't get too dire

is a pro at throwing dust into people's eyes

he can confuse anyone and or anything in mere seconds

which is great for stalling or befuddling a competitor

if you try to call him and he doesn't pick up he then replies with a selfie and a text: "what's up?"

has made his own network of secretaries

which makes him practically the mastermind of the information

wherever he goes he picks up a new person to befriend

and as such singlehandedly has made the largest impact on the company's social list than any other department in its history

you try to promote him multiple times but he constantly whines about how he "likes to be under your wing"

often kicks back in the chair and thinks about how he wants to go somewhere else and not sit in this stuffy office

but all he needs is a single glimpse towards you that he reconsiders

it's not that bad, he supposes

his writing down technique is an absolute nightmare

it's a pandemonium

but he insists there's an order to this chaos

is a professional because he ultimately gets things done

but doesn't act like it at all

is still his silly, goofy self

is fond of green spaces or walking through the building than just sitting by his desk

it makes his soul drain out of his ears

where other guys establish dominance over glasses

he has closets full of bags

coordinates his bags to the events or days of work

a whole plethora of colours, designs and sizes

all have a distinct size

has tried to sneak Yeontan into the office in one of the upper mentioned bags

you're working away in your office when suddenly a wet nose presses against your calf

you peak underneath the table and find two soppy brown eyes staring back at you

tried his hardest to convince you to allow people to bring their pets to work

frequently compliments you

buys flowers for your office which he sneaks in when you're not looking

never says it's from him but from who else

may or may not contemplate leaving you secret handwritten letters

but he knows you'd figure it out from the scrawling handwriting alone

JUNGKOOK:

is mistaken for your bodyguard

because he keeps acting like one T-T

has a permanent 🤨🤨🤨 when outside of the office

at first, you think what an angel, so nice, so polite, so quiet, does everything you ask

and then the mask ebbs away

and now you have to be with this annoying demon

teases you a lot

does so at least in private

so from the outside, it's laughable - the act he pulls

the sheer fake innocence he radiates, he should be awarded all the nominations

but as annoying as he is

which is a lot

is great at grinding through a shitload of work

seriously, when he enters the concentration zone it's like nothing can rouse him

and to be fair he's still a perfectionist

so if he feels like this somehow reflects his own persona he will work until it is nothing but the top tier

also great at brainstorming

makes a habit of cleaning your desk space

and hiding his own snacks in your drawers

you reach one time to get a pen and find there a kit kat bar

searches and inspires his office outfits from Pinterest

so make it somewhat office friendly edgy

would rather die than hang out with any of his coworkers outside of the office

you're not a coworker you're a you in his mind

if he meets you accidentally outside of work, freaks out and probably tries to act like he's Jungkook's long-lost twin brother or smth

and if you tease him about it, he can't take it all

drunk dials you on the reg

it's not a Friday evening if you don't receive a very weird, and dragged-out call from your whatever-coloured hair secretary

as much as he's bad with remembering professional boundaries within work, if he somehow finds himself in your living place, is absolutely mortified

stands there like a plank, not daring to breathe or t o u c h anything

frequently forgets a lot of things, like meetings or where he's supposed to be

so it's not unusual to see him dishevelled with his big ass eyes looking around confused as all hell

but at the end of the day, he does what is needed because the thought of you being disappointed in him, carves a hole within his weird but warm heart

after some time he knows how to act professional so people who don't know better think "wow, what a young upcoming genius"

only for that genius to play with matches in your office later on

so while he's not exactly good at handling his own tasks on his own

due to him becoming distracted

he's superb at helping you to get things done

so the main prerequisite is to work with him side by side

and it's not at all just a ploy to spend more time with you

doesn't want to but somehow gets entangled with your family

has babysat/dog sat/catsat (??) for your friends and or relatives

they probably hound the shit out of you where's the nice young man

yeah, probably has a secret account that he uses to stalk you on social media

hates your most recent ex even if there's no reason to

only ever dresses office appropriate if there's a massive event going on

other than that he's walking around in sweaters, doesn't care

often rambles about weird, off-the-tangent things

when he's supposed to be doing paperwork

but you know he'll get it done anyhow

(cause he brings it home)

so you let him

has gone on a drunken rant about how great you are

he's probably adored by most of the office

who are simultaneously wondering why exactly you hired this funky muscular little dude

has probably injured himself trying to exercise and work at the same time

also can be often seen hauling his ass somewhere at top speeds

where? no one knows

when on an overseas trip, locks himself into a hotel room

and also takes any freebies possible

probably has half the office in his home, paper towels, tea packets, you name it

when there's a big project coming up, rushes up to you all frazzled, informing you what's going on

you may ask him how many energy drinks has he consumed

and he'll give an ungodly number

absolutely the type to pour an energy drink into coffee when at his lowest point

you don't know how it happened, but by now it's a habit that he carries your clothes and bags

it's just his thing

and don't you dare to give your stuff to anyone else, he'll throw a hissy fit

protects you a lot hence why everyone thinks he's your bodyguard

it's because he admires you a lot

and despite it not appearing as such, he really learns a lot from you

eventually, you see that he learns to focus better, and manage his time better all without losing his own distinct personality

when you give speeches, he has literal stars in his eyes :(

so while he's not the world's greatest secretary, he's your greatest fan

you'll never even get to feel down because he'll be constantly reminding you of how you can do absolutely anything

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