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sarilolla · 2 years

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Various Hello Puppets headcanons #1

Hello everyone, it is Halloween today, which is freakin awesome, but I am not doing anything special so that means yall will get some content instead This is a varying mess of headcanons, and some might make an appearance in my fic as well. It will also have some spoilers from Midnight Show, so beware if you haven't watched/played all of it yet This will get kinda dark, but there's also some wholesome stuff

None of the puppets knows who made Scout, but since she was made by Owen, the Handeemen have felt more kinship to her than other felt puppets. Scout is the only felt puppet made by Owen

Even 30 years after Midnight Show, there are a lot of spare felt puppet parts in the studio, so new felt puppets will be made when needed, mainly made by Daisy. Felt puppets who fail their tests tho (and they all eventually do) get turned into sock puppets. The sock puppets are therefore amalgamations of different felt puppets

Does Riley know what fiction is now after all these years? Yes, but she is in heavy denial. She clings to her evolution theory and still reads “Dr. Tolkien” and his works. Only Daisy knows she still reads it (her old copy of the book being a comfort object), but Nick teases her about it at times

Riley and Nick are a dog lover and a cat lover respectively, but with affection, Riley shows it like a cat and Nick like a dog. Nick will show you what he has done immediately and demands affection, but if Riley is near you in a non-threatening way she pretends it’s a coincidence 90% of the time, 9% is saying it’s easier being around you than the others, 1% is actually showing she wants affection

Scout is a natural with technology, but a lot of technology is not made for her hands. And while she is more of a TV person, she enjoys books, but the “not being able to read English” is very stuck in her, or she has dyslexia, so Host reads to her and she listens to audiobooks

While Daisy got more control of her Danger side thanks to Riley, she still has her moments where she blacks out in anger. It's scary for everyone involved, for her too

Riley has astraphobia, aka the phobia of thunderstorms and lightning. She is the one outside the studio the most, and while she is very careful, she was surprised by the weather once. While from a scientific view it was highly interesting, a lightning bolt struck the ground close to her at that time. She never got over it

On the show, Riley and Nick have their birthday the day after each other (Riley is the youngest). In reality, Riley is the oldest, being made first of the three Handeemen. Of course, Mortimer is the oldest of them all

The actual Scout is Scout Prime, the others are: Spacey (space buns), George (British invasion), Blaze (Red hair), and Royal/Reagan (Royal purple)

Music was a very big part of the show. Each episode had its own small jingle thingy, usually at the end as a "we did it" song. So all the puppets are very fond of music. They also know at least one instrument each. Mortimer knows the guitar, Daisy plays the piano and flute, and Riley plays the violin. Nick obviously knows a lot of instruments, but his main ones are the piano, the cello, and his singing voice. Scout knows the triangle and the ukelele, as not many instruments fit her size

All the puppets have good singing voices. The Handeemen actually have an assigned voice in choir each. Daisy is a soprano (lightest female), Riley is an alto (darkest female), Nick is a tenor (lightest male), and Mortimer is a bass (darkest male). Both Riley and Nick can switch between lightest and darkest tho (Riley= soprano/alto, Nick= tenor/bass). Scout would be soprano as well, but do more distinct/assigned kid voices

Riley refuses to sing anymore tho, so they are no longer a full choir. There have been extremely few cases, but sometimes the others manage to coax Riley into singing, either with blackmail or just join her when she hums absentmindedly. She gets embarrassed tho

Nick and Riley know how to do “Anything you can do” from Annie, get your gun perfectly, and they did it on the show for a musical episode. Both still remember it very well and fondly, but since Riley refuses to sing, and it reminds them of their show days, they don't sing it anymore

I might share more headcanons soon ^^ I know there was a lot of Riley, but I currently have two writing requests with her as the main character, so she has been stuck in my head /pos She is also a comfort character so-

If anyone have any types of headcanons they would like me to do, please ask ^^ I have anon asks on if people are shy :)

#hello puppets #hello puppets headcanons #mortimer handee #riley ruckus #daisy danger #nick nack #hello puppets scout

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spidertalia · 9 months

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I would like to introduce you all to my beloved sunshine boy, Tennessee !!

His full human name is Andrew Bellamy Crockett, but he just goes by Andy. He's the 31st oldest state and celebrates his birthday on June 1st. He's physically 20.

Andy is a complete passionate sweetheart at heart. He is insanely polite, well-mannered and courteous, even more so than the majority of the other states. He may be rarely passive aggressive, but don't let that fool you- he knows how to creatively insult those who push his buttons. He's friendly, welcoming, compassionate, hard-working, adventurous, curious, energetic, optimistic, honest, loyal, faithful, fun-loving, good spirited, caring, generous, helpful, hospitable, warm, genuine and charming. He's a very kind and honest guy with strong values and even stronger morals, and he tends to dislike those who don't. He's community oriented and very loyal. He's also a huge softie who takes in pretty much any stray animal he comes across. He also knows very well how to charm people and make a good impression. Some other fun facts about him:

He's 5'7 and a half, or 172 cm in height.

He has roughly 2a type hair that can be described as shaggy.

He is the younger brother to Arkansas, and the older brother to Oklahoma.

Outside of his indigenous languages, he speaks English, Spanish, French and Arabic fluently, and speaks some Mandarin and German as well. However, he knows how to sing in several languages.

He is probably the world's biggest music fan, lol. He is a very good singer and he's very talented in several instruments, including but not limited to: the guitar, banjo, fiddle, violin, piano, saxophone, drums, bass, harmonica, flute, mandolin, organ, keyboards, tuba, clarinet, lute, bassoon, trombone, cello, harp, trumpet, french horn, bagpipes, bongos, oud, lyre, xylophone, pan flute, piccolo ukelele.

His favorite music genres are country music, rock n roll music, blues music, R&B music and bluegrass music. He also deeply enjoys Americana and folk music as well. It's nearly impossible to find a genre of music he doesn't like.

He is always more than happy to share his music, food and culture with others.

He is a very good cook.

He's best friends with West Virginia and Kentucky; the three get together with Virginia to play music.

He is always up to trying new things.

He has a deep southern accent.

He's happy to get down and dirty and is quite good at physical labor, but he simultaneously puts quite a bit of effort into his appearance. Whenever he is not doing physical labor, he's consistently well-groomed and neat.

He's very good at handling spices, and actually really enjoys spicy food.

He wears his hair in a ponytail in the city, half up when in the sticks, and fully down when he's at home or at a friend's.

He values honesty, integrity and loyalty above all else.

He really enjoys hard work and physical labor, and he really likes working with his hands on things.

He can actually be very mature when the situation calls for it.

He's a foodie with a big appetite.

He is a very doting brother.

He likes to own livestock and have farms and gardens at his houses. He often grows his own food.

He's almost always in a good mood.

He's actually a fairly good writer, as well. He writes a lot of songs, too.

He is very religious.

He loves hosting people and loves tourists.

He is a huge animal person with a huge soft spot for strays. He regularly adopts animals and sometimes volunteers at local animal shelters.

He has a guitar and flowers tattoo on his left shoulder.

He's very good at holding his alcohol.

He can see ghosts.

He's not good at dealing with snow.

He loves playing sports.

He can make some damn good moonshine.

He knows his way around deer and bears.

He is absolutely obsessed with Dolly Parton.

He's always more than happy to strike up a conversation with a stranger or host a large gathering.

He's actually generally hard to genuinely upset- unless you insult his music.

His likes include: Music, whiskey, Dolly Parton, country music, rock n roll music, blues music, R&B music, bluegrass music, Jack Daniels, BBQ, moonpies, biscuits, football, caving, hunting, animals, playing music, singing, hiking, swimming, fishing, sports, tailgating, spicy food, spicy chicken, musicals, theater, kayaking, canoeing, the outdoors, being outdoors, fried chicken, cooking, eating, orchards, gardening, wine, music festivals, live music, concerts, biking, cycling, home cooked meals, the Smoky Mountains, cowboys, western films, writing, baseball, small music clubs, cozy things.

His dislikes include: Immoral people (specifically mean, callous, dishonest, disloyal, etc); cockroaches, bugs and spiders

That's all I have on him right now, but I am always open to any and all suggestions, especially from people who live in the state!

#my art #statetalia #spider's statetalia #hetalia #hetalia oc #hetalia state oc #statetalia tennessee #aph tennessee #hws tennessee #hetalia fanart #andy crockett #statetalia oc

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andromedagarcia · 1 year

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Last Boss

[I already answered this with Andro so I'm going to answer it with the other two babies. <3]

Last Boss: List five things you can’t live without.

@cassiopeiagarcia

In no particular order:

Paint... well, paint and painting tools. But I guess I can live without them because I'm doing it right now. I'll change my answer: Art. In any shape or form. I need to be surrounded by art, to be creative, or I'll wither like a flower without water.

Stars. Ha, ha. Yes. So funny, the girl named after a constellation can't live without stars. But it's true. I love laying down wherever, looking at the night sky and just... star-ing. Get it?

Music. Not many people know this about me, but I actually like music a lot. I love listening to it. I love making it, even if I can't really play any instrument, other than a little bit of ukelele, guitar, piano and violin.

Andro. Awwwww, how sweet. But it's true. Andro is only a little bit over a year older than I am, but that hasn't stopped her from being a mix between my best friend, my twin, and my older sister. She's always been there, my whole life, since minute one. Of course I can't live without her. Haven't had to.

I'll say Hércules, but only because he'll get jealous if I don't add him.

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@herculesgarcia

Fuck, man, I hate that question.

I really do.

I could say jewelry, fancy clothes, cool shoes, good food. But to be honest, the only thing I truly couldn't live without are Cass and Andro. I know they are not technically things, but... They are the loves of my life, I think I've said that before. And nothing compares to them.

#[cass is lying she fucking plays those instruments like A PROFESSIONAL]#[and hércules and his sisters I die]#questions #[babies<3]

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servin-up-surveys · 2 years

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survey #066

Have you ever had a dream that your teeth were falling out? Ugh I actually had one of these recently for I believe the first time and it really freaked me out. Do you have a fence? There's a white fence to one side of our house that reaches around the back. Do you think that in the end, everything will fall into place? That's not how the world always works. Realistically, things might not for me. I hope that's not the case, but I know it's fully possible. When was the last time you went bowling? Years ago, when Girt and I went on a date the first time we tried dating. Who was the last person you disappointed? Probably my mom.

Would you ever get a significant other’s name tattooed on yourself? Nope. Name one unpopular opinion of yours: I actually DO believe fetuses are living humans from conception, *HOWEVER* I am still pro-choice/support the mother's right to always choose. I like to say that I will always stand for the woman (and nonbinary folk, but you get it) who can already stand; I'm not sorry, but fully-formed, perfectly conscious adults with opinions and beliefs and morals will ALWAYS come before a human being in core development to me. Has the person you like ever made you upset? Yeah, that's pretty natural to happen sometimes. What is one thing people automatically notice about you? Um, idk. Probably that I seem (and am) uncomfortable if it's a social setting. I feel like my social anxiety and awkwardness is always blaringly obvious. Does anyone know your deepest darkest secret? Yes. I consider that to be the "relationship" I had with Joel when I was 12-ish because it is SO against who I am as a person, but nowadays I'm pretty open about it. If you were getting unwanted attention by some creeper, would the person you like stand up for you? Oh, I know he would. One because we're dating and not open to more partners, and he also just knows how I am and that I absolutely do not want the attention from some rando. Favorite kind of soda? Strawberry Sunkist or Mountain Dew Voltage. Are you closer to your mother or father? Mom. Are you afraid of the dark? No. What’s your favorite shape? I like circles, they're satisfying to look at. How social are you? I am very, very reclusive, especially in my real life. I am much more open and generally willing to talk online, but in real life, I almost absolutely will not speak to someone unless they address me first, otherwise I feel like I'm annoying them. What’s your favorite primary color? Red. Do you like hot chocolate? Dude I love it. What do you have pierced? My ears and bottom lip. What’s your favorite type of tea? I really don't like tea at all. Who are you subscribed to on YouTube? A LOT, so much I wouldn't even consider trying to list them all. Most of my subscriptions are let's players, though, I think followed by tarantula YTers. There's some WoW gold making channels, too. What’s your favorite thing about the winter? Snow. What motivates you? Girt and wanting to be a good partner for him, more than anything. I also just want a good, successful life for myself. I've only got one that I know of, and I don't want it to just be a waste. I also want to make my mom proud, among others. Would you rather have a hot tub or a pool? Definitely a pool. Hot tubs are nice, but not for long. What’s your favorite Yankee Candle scent? Idk, that's my mom's thing. Would you rather learn how to play the ukulele or guitar? Guitar, for sure. I honestly doubt I'll do it, but I've kinda been considering whipping out my old electric guitar lately to learn how to play some of the slower Silent Hill pieces. I don't have any real interest in ukeleles. If you are up after 3 am, what are you most likely doing? That is SO fucking mega rare for me these days, but I'd say it's most likely I'm just having a night where WoW has my attention pretty well. Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? ABSOLUTELY not. I am fucking VEHEMENTLY against meerkats as pets. I cannot believe it's legal in some countries. What are your thoughts and feelings towards work/jobs in general? I know there are many people who look down on this mindset, but the fact that they're mandatory to survive is bullshit to me. Imagine being born just to slave away the rest of your days simply to live. It'd be so nice if we could just like, enjoy existence. Do you believe in astrology? Not even slightly. What is something that you’ve made/created? Do you take pride in your creations? I mean, literally hundreds of meerkat OCs. I am proud of them, especially the really unique and original guys. Do you have any cultural or family traditions that you know are uncommon in the area that you reside in currently? I don't think so, no. What are you grandparents' names? I only remember my mom's parents' names, which were Cecelia and William. Have you ever been bitten by a dog? No. The last time you got blood drawn, what was the reason? It was to get some information (don't know exactly what) before I start taking this weight loss shot. Where are you, exactly, right now? In the spare room, sitting at the desk. What is your relation to the last child you spoke to? He's my boyfriend's nephew. Are you scared to look at your own organs on x-ray or ultrasound? No, I actually think it's super cool. Have you ever walked on a frozen lake/river? Hmm, not that I remember. But maybe. Have you ever seen a volcano? No. Have you ever met an Alaskan? *Met*, no, but one of my old online friends was born there. Describe how you’ve broken a bone, if you have. I was rollerskating instead of rollerblading, and I ended up falling in a way where my left hand bent all the way backwards. It was fuckin horrible. Choose 5 friends, and briefly describe their relationship status. Mazzy: I believe they are still involved with someone, but not official. Tez: taken. Lyndsey: married with one daughter. Lisa: married with I know one son and a group of triplets whose gender balance I don't remember. Sam: married. Describe the last situation in which you found yourself feeling awkward. OH GOOOOOOOOD okay so the last time I went with Mom to babysit the kids, right? When we were leaving, it was much earlier than normal, I think because Mom knew I wanted to go home, and the neighbor kids were over. The daughter was asking me why we were leaving, aND I WAS LITERALLY JUST WALKING AWAY IGNORING HER BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANNA SAY "oh because I want to go home" AND AHHHH I WAS SO UNCOMF. Do you have a neighbor you'd like to get to know more? Not particularly. If you're female, would you rather be called a girl, woman, gal, chick, b*tch, or lady? Woman. What magazines did you like to read as a teenager? None. Did you use Lisa Frank folders in school when you were younger? I sure did! A part of me even wants a Lisa Frank style tattoo one day, haha. Do you watch any doctors' channels on YouTube? No. Have you ever lived in a house that was on a street corner? My childhood home, yes. What’s your favorite app? Hmm, I guess Pokemon GO. I use some socials too though that are convenient to just have on my phone. Do you want any tattoos? Sooooooo many... What is the saddest song you’ve ever heard? "Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade REALLY gets me, as well as Johnny Cash's cover of "Hurt," and Disturbed's version of "Sound of Silence." Are you afraid of snakes? Not at all, I love snakes. Which “famous couple” is your favorite? I actually don't think I have one that is an actual, official couple; all my OTPs are gay pairings between two men that are basically brothers lmfao. What’s your favorite love song? I think "When It's Love" by Van Halen. I've always loved that one. I do however also really like "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab For Cutie. How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on Facebook)? Not very; it's been a year and Girt still has ours on "pending," ha ha, but he pretty much never checks Facebook. I WOULD see a problem, however, if the person was actively against the action, because that is very clearly discomfort of letting other people know that you're with someone. Are you the “dominant” or the “submissive” part in a relationship? I'm definitely more submissive. What career do you want? I just want to be an artist of some kind, man. My goal is a nature photographer. What age do you think you’ll get married by? *shrug* What about having kids? I'm not having kids. I'd ruin their life without meaning to, I know it. Do you think you’ll marry your current significant other? Honestly, honestly? Yes. But I am never staking my life on the belief that I WILL marry someone ever again. How did your first serious breakup go? It nearly killed me. Literally. I ODed and consider myself lucky as fuck that after a year of absolutely constantly wanting to die, I got the help I needed after the OD with medication that FINALLY reacted well with my body and very intensive therapy. [TW: SELF-HARM] Have you ever cut yourself? Yes. The first time you dumped someone, was it hard? Oh god yes. I was a coward and did it through a letter. Do you regret who you lost your virginity to? Haven't lost it, so. Do you watch WWE Raw? Ugh god no, just straight honesty it makes me cringe into oblivion. I know because my sister's kids strangely enough LOVE it and will literally ask to watch it, so I've seen a decent amount. It's obnoxiously fake and overdramatic and I just can't. Do you dye your hair? Not as much as I'd like to, because it's expensive but even more so my hair practically REFUSES to take color. I am actually trying to dye it lilac very very soon!! I have the appointment set and GOD I hope it sticks. Which of your parents will you see next? My mom. I live with her. Have you ever been hospitalized? Only in psych hospitals. Never for a physical ailment. Do you make fun of obese people? Hell fucking no. One, because I'd be ridiculing my damn self. I don't think ANYONE DELIBERATELY tries to get to that point, and it is NOT pleasant to be the person actually experiencing that kind of body. You don't have a damn idea exactly how they got to that point, and the LAST thing they need is to be belittled. The ridicule of plus-sized people to any extent pisses me the fuck off. Do you eat when you’re upset? Yes, I am a very bad comfort eater. One word to describe your most recent ex? Dramatic, honestly. Fried, poached, boiled or scrambled eggs? I will only eat scrambled eggs or as an omelette. Where, in your current country, would you like to live, other than where you do now? Alaska or to the west where there's much more woods and forests and stuff. Maybe even north, like Michigan. Where wouldn’t you want to live? The deep south. NC is bad enough with backwards fucks. Name three things that are overrated: To be totally honest, I don't like seeing things as "overrated" these days. Like if a large mass of people enjoy something, there HAS to be a reason. Everyone's tastes are different and I just don't think they should feel bad or unoriginal just because they like something popular. List four things about your facial appearance: Um I have grayish blue eyes, apparently I have notably long eyelashes, a pierced bottom lip, and I wear black-rimmed glasses. List four things about your general appearance: Most obvious I'm sure is that I'm a large/frankly very overweight person. I have very pale skin. I have pretty thin wrists all things considered and as my mom has always told me, "piano fingers." I have six tattoos. What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud? I was at Girt's for dinner today and Mom was telling a childhood story about me that always makes me cackle. Everyone laughed at it, I'm just too lazy to explain it rn. How many weddings have you ever been to? Uhhhh... that I actually remember, six, I think? Two of those was only as the photographer, though. Would you ever wear real authentic leather? No. There are other perfectly fine clothing materials that don't require killing an animal. How old are your parents? Early 60s. What song is stuck in your head at the moment? Ha ha so I finished watching WoolieVS's LP of Silent Hill 3 this morning, and the final boss theme has been in my head ALL day. Poor guy was mega low on resources by this fight so the fight took like, an hour of attempts. Heard the song plenty, ha ha. I was super glad he and his cohost loved the game as much as they did, I'm just so passionate about that series. What’s your boss’s first name? Do you call him/her by that name? I am unemployed.

#survey #surveys #random questions #random surveys

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alumnis · 3 years

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Hello again dear Punzie!

Jesus Wilbur and Techno are made me scream of how much they wanted to protect the Y/n, please is just so good-

I really love your content , honestly. The hard work you make, how many details you trying to show and etc. It's pure pleasure to read your writings!

So, I thought , if you feel comfortable with it - would you mind to make headcanon about Platonic Mafia! SBI Family with Female! Teenager! Y/n who is suddenly felt really upset because of her past and to make herself feel better - she secretly can plays on guitar and she is really good at singing. No one actually don't know about it, maybe Wilby had thoughts that Y/n know how to play on it but he never heard how she sings.

To make easy image - she may play song I'm a mess by Bebe Rexha.

However, if you feel uncomfortable with this - you can always ignore this message and take care of yourself!

Have a great day!

Thank you dear frequenter! Sorry for taking so long. I've also decided to change the song, please forgive me.

Making Music.

Fluff (Some angst.)

P!Mafia!SBI X Teen!Reader

I'm Not Angry Anymore - Paramore

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You slammed your school bag onto the ground and loudly sobbed as you hit the bed. No one understood how you felt, not even your adoptive family, the Minecrafts. It felt like you were heating up but you didn't care at all, tears were already aggressively running down your blistering face. ''That's it, it's time to stop crying." You subconsciously said as you picked up your ukelele, running your fingers against the sleek yet cold strings.

As the cold air left and re-entered your hollow body you started playing.

I'm not angry anymore. ;

The thought of your birth family made you want to scream.

Well, sometimes I am. ;

A knock at the door? But.. everyone's at the agency.

I don't think badly of you, ;

The door swung open to reveal your older brother, Wilbur. Why was he home? Wasn't he supposed to be doing paperwork for your adoptive father's mafia?

"Y/N!- That's so good!" He smiled while readjusting his waistcoat, walking over to your bed while you sat their with a ukelele in hand. "I didn't know you could play. Could you play me some more?" He blurted out while pointing at you politely. "Uh.- Yeah! Sure, Wilby." You awkwardly grinned, continuing on.

Well, sometimes I do! ;

He grins at you, humming the song slightly.

It depends on the day, ;

He soon joins in,

The extend of all my worthless rage. ;

With out realising you two soon started dueting.

I'm not angry anymore. ;

You begin to smile.

I'm not bitter anymore. ;

Wilbur soon stops and starts to hug you, clutching your shirt. "You're so brave, Y/N. You really are a Minecraft. You are one of us." He whispers. Unable to speak from tears clogging your face up you just sit there crying with Wilbur in your arms. Is this what it feels like to belong? To believe? To know? To comfort? Yes, it is. You are one of them finally. You're at home, making music. Your face begins to lights up as you hug him back a laugh, feeling your cheeks glow. "Wilbur. Thank you." You whisper back, he smiles and nods.

"Welcome home, Y/N."

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narabea06 · 2 years

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Hmmm, General Marble Hornets HCs? That’s a start ^^

Thank you for the request sib!

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TW: Self-hate, Su!c!de, Depressing Topics, Homophobia, Abuse, Mentioned Misogyny

Jay Merrick -

- He/they, demiboy, ace-spec gay, poly

- Has ADHD

- He has two moods: "HERE ARE ALL MY THEORIES ABOUT EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY WILL LISTEN-" or "Im so f**king tired, pls God help me-"

- Photography major

- Very bad intrusive thoughts and has a hard time with self-hate

- Theme song is Scrawny by The Wallows

- Favorite musician is unironically Bruno Mars

- He has a hard time with social interaction and tends to just people-watch or overshare

- Awkward boy-

- Totally doesn't need to therapy /s

- Plays bass guitar

- Best friends are Seth and Alex

- Has a crush on Tim and slowly fell for Brian too

- He can't get himself to hate Alex after everything

Tim Wright -

- He/him, gay man, poly

- Mommy issuessssss-

- He is actually a writer

- Knows the ukelele

- Depressed gay in a nutshell

- Very gay for Brian, even more gay for Jay

- He always covers up whenever he is sad or upset about something with just pure anger and rage as that was the only way he saw others around him doing it too. This lead to him getting in fights as a kid, getting very aggressive, and with Brian being him impulse control

- Is basically a trio with Sarah and Brian

- Animals hate him for no reason- Except Sarah's cat who only likes him and Sarah-

- "I would say the song Misery describes my life about right"

- Serious attachment issues with Jay and Brian

- Anger issuesssss-

- Theme song is 100 Bad Days by AJR

Brian Thomas -

- Any pronouns with no preference, pansexual genderfluid, poly

- The type of person who would tell you he was fine but at the same he is su!c!dal and doesn't want to tell anyone bc he doesn't see himself as a priority

- Acts super confident and loud, and is basically the dad friend

- A f**king tree compared to everyone else

- Theme song is Victorious by P!ATD

- Theater gay be like-

- Hes the only actual actor in the film-

- Used to date Sarah but the two broke up bc Sarah knew he was keeping secrets from her and that he needed help, and she felt she couldn't keep going through the relationship bc of it

- Very touchy and pretty clingy

- Had really homophobic parents that he cut contact from

- In love with Jay and Tim

- Still really close friends with Sarah and is best friends with Tim. Was pretty close with everyone tbh-

- Golden retriever man

Alex Kralie -

- He/they, demi bisexual man

- Actually the sweetest guy ever, just the Operator f**ked him up

- Kinda a nerd- /hj Specifically for Star Wars

- Overthinks things with people a little too much due to past trauma, to the point where any reaction to anything is taken out of proportion in his head. It also makes him put himself in people's shoes a lot even if the way he thinks they see things isn't actually how they see it

- Theme song is Karma by AJR

- Is dating Amy and they even have promise rings!

- He has an Operator symbol engraved on his cheek that refuses to get off

- Directing/film degree

- Blind as hell without his glasses

- Roommates with Jay, and best friends with both Jay and Sarah, and is pretty close with Seth

- Has ADD

- Loves to ramble about different things he's interested in. Seth and Amy always just sot patiently and listen. Jay often just debates with him on the ramble

- Really just trying his best

Amy Walters -

- Literally my favorite character for literally no reason-

- She/her, bisexual trans woman

- Her family is pretty rich and constantly put pressure on her, making her feel she needed to be perfect, and get the best grades, and to get a job as a nurse or something, and marry a rich man. She hated it and just ended up cutting ties with them, especially since they approve of her career choice and of Alex

- She is probably the sweetest girl you could meet, but at the same time she wouldn't hesitate in punching someone

- She has multiple hobbies, tho she doesn't enjoy most of them as much as music. The main hobbies she alternates between (she gets bored) are gardening and baking

- Amy met Alex through the band at the college they were at, Amy was the singer, Alex was the band manager. Though they both ended up leaving the band tho bc the other members were pretty misogynistic

- She is dating Alex

- Listens to Beach Bunny and Mitski

- Is working for a music career and does gigs at bars and stuff

- Theme song is Me and My Husband by Mitski

- Sweaters for daysssssss

- Kinda part of a friend quartet with Jess, Sarah, and Seth

Jessica Locke -

- She/they, lesbian woman, poly

- TALL WOMAN BC YES✨

- They are actually studying criminology and psychology to become a therapist or a crime specialist

- They grew up with pretty controlling homophobic parents , and she was actually runaway at 16, and has now cut ties completely with her family

- MOM FRIENDDDDDD ✨✨✨ Especially to Jay and Seth

- Mostly masculine style

- She wears a black knitted jacket

- She isn't actually with anyone, but she had a crush on Amy before and still kinda does

- Theme song is Someone to You

- Actually does have an adopted daughter

- Pretty book smart, but also kinda oblivious of things around her, such as Sarah's crush on her

Seth Wilson -

- He/they, unlabeled + ace-spec, trans man

- Smol man

- Kinda a energetic dumba**- He's pretty sweet tho

- His dog is a service dog, since he has her just in case he has a mental breakdown or a PTSD attack, or if he needs general moral support

- They are an orphan and ended up living with an emotionally abusive adopted household, and grew up non-verbal. He ended up getting taken by CPS when he was 15, and was given to a very welcoming and loving family who finally helped him be able to talk though the process was slow.

- He has a big crush on Sarah, who is also his best friend

- Hes also really close with Alex, Jay, Amy, and Jess

- Two moods: Very hyper dramatic boi, and very quiet shy man

- Theme song is Riptide

Sarah Reid -

- She/they, panromantic ace, demigirl

- Very annoyed, stubborn,, tired college student

- They live in a trailer with their cat Charlie

- Crazy cat lady basically-

- She has had many crushes tbh- She dated Brian for a bit, then liked Jessica for awhile, and now is kinda with Seth

- Is actually a fashion designer but considers it of a hobby instead of a job, even tho people still pay her for commissions

- Is an art major

- Listens to rap and old rock music

- Honestly has more of a vintage aesthetic sometimes

- Theme song is Bubblegum B*tch

- Anger issues- Her and Tim get along-

- Tim and Brian are pretty close with her, she's friends with Sarah and Jessica. She's best friends with Seth and Alex

- She grew up being talked down by the people around her being picked on and bullied even by the people who are supposed to help her, making her aggressive and never really wanting help

- She has a brother named Casey who she still talk to

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wizzycore · 3 years

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Wiz:

- does your wizard travel alone or with a group?

- what kind of wand do they have? what does it say about their fighting styles?

- what is one song you associate with your wizard?

Pirate:

- have they trained into any other classes? why?

- how does the death of their parents tie into their personality?

- would they ever trade the life of a pirate for something else?

Both:

- have any of your pirates and wizards met each other?

(Returning the favor lol <3)

hii!! im going 2 answer for all my wizards :'D

- does your wizard travel alone or with a group?

kieran: yes, always! he's quite the support, in more than just school configuration. emotional support, blade support, etc. he prefers to be the rubber duckie to people's "exploding monsters" problem.

keller: alone, mostly. he can handle it himself. whenever he gets grouped up with people, something ends up going wrong. call it bad luck, or being stubborn as all hell. 🤷‍♂️. hes a solo king

sestiva: lone wolf foreva..... its not that she hates groups is that she thinks doing stuff alone is cooler... also she likes being able to think by herself!

delaney: shes tried both, and she's good at both! she prefers groups, just a bit, because they allow her to be lazy. (yeah, sure, ill hop on your mount and mindlessly kill whenever ever u say, hee hee). also, unlike keller, she's way better socially, so.

kestrel: she prefers group. its hard out here for a solo life wizard :(. also, she gets lonely. no matter how she gripes about being a field medic to dummies, she still gets sad whenever she has to go it alone.

carlos: prefers group, but the dice falls mostly towards him going solo. empryea was like crack the way he was almost always in a group. buddies keep him sane ❤

- what kind of wand do they have? what does it say about their fighting styles?

kieran: his go-to's are floating books or grimoires! in a pinch, though, he won't say no to a regular old staff. books are easiest, though -- reading a passage out that he's designated to summon the creature or item he wishes, letting the energy gather in his hands touching the page, in his head and throat, before casting through even recitation is SO og dnd wizard. he writes so much more down in his spell wand than spells, too -- the only way it still functions as a wand is because of how neat he is about it, LMAO

keller: he hasn't settled into a favorite type of wand yet. so far, if it's creepy, he'll use it.

kestrel: her go-to wand is a hand-me-down from carlos -- a shimmering bow. carlos never took to the precision and power needed to just cast, and seemed to fizzle much more often on it. but kestrel finds bow casting easy! and a great work-out. although, the biggest motivation for her, guiltily enough, is not in finding the best focus, but in the fact that the bow is so pretty....

carlos: he's been using basically the same wand for years! he gets attached easy to stuff like wands and gear. its a little ukelele/guitar thing! it essentially just makes spell casting really easy for him. for a couple of years, he didn't know chords or anything musical: he just knew that strumming the guitar, feeling it in his hands, and responding emotionally accordingly to what he heard created the spell he needed to cast. but nowadays, all grown up and a bit more buckled down, he puts more thought into how he casts, and he actually knows how to play! so he could technically wonderwall your ass back to hell if he so decided, heh

sestiva + delaney also haven't settled on types -- delaney loves sharp or martial weapons a lot, though, while sestiva likes much more artifact-like or less-weapon-y weapons.

the last question has already been answered for carlos! and i have no answers for everybody else yet.

for pirate:

- how does the death of their parents tie into their personality?

wehhhh, well, beau would never admit it, but the event affected basically everything. its the whole reason why their ideal career is now pit fighter -- why beau became a pirate in the first place. not necessarily in imitation of them, but as a consequence of their death. it made them materialistic and overly attached to things like their first, antique rifle (from their dad), and made them more happy go lucky, if only to avoid having to face the whole business internally ever again.

- would they ever trade the life of a pirate for something else?

maybe being a renowned dueler or pit fighter! anything that has to do with scrapping and being super famous for it....

- have they trained into any other classes? why?

nope! not yet.

and to the last question: nope! itd give beau a straight heart attack if yes, though. :( magic freaks.

#wizard101 #w101 #pirate101 #p101 #tysm for the ask!!!! :'D

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n0wornever · 4 years

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Wish You Were Sober - Luke Patterson x Reader

Based on the song by Conan Gray :)

“Are you sure that you don’t want to come?” Alex questions, giving her a quick side hug.

She sighed, leaning into him for a second. “No, I really don’t want to be around drunk people tonight.”

Alex rose an eyebrow “Or is it a particular drunk person...”

She pushed his shoulder back, a smirk sneaking forward on her lips. She shook her head at him as she pushed him toward his car. She watched her friend’s jeep pull out of her driveway and gave him a half-hearted wave.

Her phone buzzed, a new message blasting to the front of her screen. She rolled her eyes as she read his name. She opened the device, reading through the message.

“Alex told me you’re not coming tonight. Bummer :(”

She tried to fight the grin that stretched across her face at how quickly he had figured this out. She had just told Alex no longer than 10 minutes ago. She really wanted to say something witty, but the her racing heart betrayed her and fogged her thoughts. She sat down on her front porch stair, typing a weak response.

“Sorry :(”

Three little dots danced across the conversation, falling after a moment. Left on read. She shoved her phone back into her pocket as she walked back up the stairs to her house.

Y/N wasn’t opposed to high school parties. Give her a few drinks and she may convince you that she actually enjoyed them. It was the overall sinking feeling she got in her stomach as she watched him clumsily stumble around the room with a pretty blonde on his arm that made her dread events. She knew it was petty to avoid social gatherings entirely because of one person, but she had convinced herself that the only way to get over her crush on her neighbor, Luke Patterson, was to cut off communication cold turkey.

They had wandered into each other’s lives three years ago, when Luke’s parents purchased the house next to her own. Their mothers being the hostesses that they were, pushed for joint family dinners and barbecues to get to know everyone. Y/N would usually make herself pretty scarce, bringing her ukelele down and sitting on their old swing tied to the tree in their yard, watching the interactions from afar.

That was until Luke made it his mission to walk over and break the silence. As he approached her, he pointed at the instrument in her hand and smiled. “You play?”

“No, it’s for show,” She said, strumming it again.

Luke laughed at her, placing his hand on one rope attached to the swing. She tried to distance the eye contact, but fell victim to his dark green eyes. “For how long?”

She moved her eyes back to the instrument, fiddling with the third string in her hand. “A few years now...” she trailed off.

“Nice. I play guitar and....” She took note of his wandering sentence, looking over to see his jaw locked as he stared at her. “And you don’t care about anything I’m saying.”

This brought a smile to Y/N’s face, letting her nose scrunch a bit. “It’s nothing personal, just don’t like forced interactions.” She starting to play a soft melody, looking over at her mom, smiling wide at whatever Luke’s dad said.

“Unfortunately my mom is the queen of hosting.”

Luke nodded, his eyes darting from the table back to her. He nodded his head back in the direction of his house. “We could ditch and just jam in my garage?”

Her hand stilled. She looked over at her mom pulling out a phone with most likely a horrible old image of her in pigtails. She met Luke’s eyes again and nodded. “Quickly, please.”

He moved back from the swing, letting her plant herself back on the ground before leading her across the lawn.

From that day, Luke and Y/N had an interesting relationship. They weren’t exactly best friends, but they were able to bond over their love of music and their hatred of family events. Y/N would use his quiet personal refuge in his garage often just to strum her uke in someone else’s presence, the two rarely talking.

That was until Luke would cave and play a part of a song for her review. She always giggled at the boyish glow in his eyes when he played something for any willing audience. She’d give him notes and listened to draft after draft until it was completed.

It was about a month ago when she realized her feelings toward the guitarist had changed. One night she snuck over the fence for a first in-person event that Luke’s new band held. There were only two people in attendance, a pretty brunette who was attached to Luke’s waist, and Y/N. The boys were going to run through a few songs before the next battle of the bands.

Luke’s eyes met hers with his bright smile. “Y/N you made it! Josie will have someone to sit with.” He beamed down at the girl next to him.

She awkwardly planted herself on the couch next to the girl, mumbling a ‘hi’ in her direction. The interaction cut short by Josie turning away from her, the obvious conclusion that the girl was going to gawk at the musician the whole time. Y/N curled her feet underneath her, rotating from scrolling through social media and listening to the boys.

As her eyes gravitated toward the stage, she watched as Luke smirked at Josie, shooting a wink in her direction. She felt this feeling in her stomach that made her want to throw up, shoulders sinking lower. Alex’s eyes met her from behind the drumset for a moment before she moved back to her phone.

As the guys put away their instruments, Luke ushered Josie into the house. His drummer jogged over to meet Y/N at the couch. “You okay? You seem even more disengaged than usual.”

She let a little smile curl on the corner of her mouth as she met his soft eyes. “I’m fine Alex, just felt a little awkward.”

Alex placed his drumsticks in his back pockets, shifting his weight to his left side. “You can just say you don’t like Josie?”

Y/N stammered “It’s not that I don’t like her, I don’t know her I just...I don’t know.”

He eyed her up and down “I think you do. And I think the reason is inside right now with another girl.”

She bit her lip, throwing a pillow at the boy in front of her. Alex dodged it, laughing to himself.

She’d never been jealous before, but she didn’t like how nauseous it made her. This feeling followed her to every party or event that she went to. Luke would always bring some new girl on his arm, and she’d watch as he’d twirl her out onto the dance floor or catch them sloppily kiss each other in the kitchen while blacked out.

So she stopped going to parties. She didn’t expect Luke to notice, they didn’t even really talk at those events. They would say hello and Luke would try to get her drunk 90% of the time because he had determined that she needed to ‘let loose and have fun.’ She would roll her eyes and down a shot so he’d leave her alone.

Instead, Y/N spent most weekends with Alex or Reggie or Julie, and nights by herself in her room with her ukelele and a notebook. She’d started writing music when Luke formed the band, inspired by her friends’ talent and her budding feelings she toward one particular band member. She was happy that she had finally started writing songs instead of just strumming to Colbie Caillat lyrics all the time. It was the first time she felt like a true musician.

She pulled out her notebook and tucked her pen behind her ear, pulling her uke to her chest. She hummed for a moment, staring up into the distance as she thought. A few moments later, she grabbed the pen quickly and scribbled a few lines down on the page. She continued this pattern until she had finished the bridge of her new piece. As she set down her pen, there was a knock at her window.

She grabbed her keys, equipped with a small pocket knife and pepper spray and inched toward the glass. As she got closer she could make our curly brown hair. as she leaned into the futon, she looked out to see a wide-eyed boy staring back at her.

“Patterson, really?” She shook her head as she unlocked the window and pulled it up.

The boy fell into the room heavily, automatically making Y/N worry about her parent’s wandering ears. She held up her finger to her mouth. “Quiet or I’ll kill you.” She walked past him to stop the cold air from seeping in.

She stomped back over to stand in front of the boy, hands on her hips. “What are you doing here?”

Luke’s eyes were barely open, and she could smell the whisky from her safe distance. He stumbled a bit as he tried to walk forward toward her. She grabbed his hand and led him back to the futon. He leaned his arm on the back of the seat, looking at her with a smirk pulled onto his left cheek.

“Y/N, I missed you tonight.”

She rolled her eyes “Did you really climb on my roof to say that?”

He nodded, moving closer to her “You’re avoiding me.” he said, lip jutting out into a pout.

“No I’m not.”

His eyes tried to widen at her and she pursed her lips. He put his hand her thigh as he spoke again in an animated whisper. “I think you are, and I’m not happy about it. Y/N I thought we were friends.”

Her heart thumped at this statement. She did feel guilty about ignoring him without giving him a reason. He was so busy with school, the band and girls she didn’t think that his neighbor leaving him alone would be an issue. Luke’s hand came up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, giving her a wider smile.

“You look pretty in this light,” He slurred, body moving forward toward her.

She had to shut this down. She felt goosebumps raise on her arms as his hand trailed down her left side. He was drunk out of his mind right now. She couldn’t deal with the very real emotions she was having about this moment, as it was clear that this blank stare and dilated pupils were the only things present on his end. She stood up from the couch and held out her hand for him to take.

“I think you should go,” Luke rose to meet her, hand coming to grab at her waist.

“Y/N, wait.”

She shook her head, moving over to the window. This drunk idiot was lucky she lived on the first floor. She pointed outside as she looked back over at him. His eyes drooped as he stumbled across the floor. He placed a foot outside before turning back to her once more.

“Y/N..”

She cut him off, rubbing her right eye with her hand “Just go, Luke, we’ll talk later.” He frowned at her before disappearing out into the darkness.

She shut the window and moved over to her bed, flopping onto her back. She pressed her fingertips to her temples. She sat back up to pull back her covers before getting underneath them and shutting off her light.

Early in the morning, she woke up to her mother yelling to her from the kitchen. She crawled out of bed, pulling her slippers on her feet before opening her door and moving sluggishly toward the next room. Her mom was hard at work at the stove, making Sunday breakfast. He mom’s eyes met hers with a soft smile, eyes fogged under her glasses from the steam.

“We have a visitor this morning,” She stated.

Y/N gave her a confused look before she saw the small smile on a certain brunette’s face as he sat at her kitchen island. She was tempted to run back to her room, feeling faint from the heat rushing all over her body. Instead, she crossed her arms in front of her as she walked slowly toward him.

Luke looked at her with wide eyes, “can we talk.” She sighed, looking at the way his twiddled his thumbs as he spoke.

She gave him a small smile, pointing out of the room. She looked over to her mom before heading toward her door. “Let us know when breakfast is ready, I just have to show Luke something real quick.” Her mom beamed at the pair, nodding.

Luke trailed behind Y/N as she led them to her room. She pulled the door open and let him walk inside. She shut the door behind them, turned on the light before walking over to sit down on her bed, staring over at him, standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I’m sorry about last night..” He started in a low voice. “I don’t know what came over me.”

She shrugged “it’s fine Luke no need to make it a big deal.”

He shook his head at her. “But it is. Y/N, you’re avoiding me and I wanted to ask you about it for weeks but only drunk me had the courage to come over and do it.”

Her eyes widened. “Luke, I-”

He interrupted her “Don’t try to make me feel better, Y/N. I can see right through the act.” her shoulder slumped as she watched his eyes narrow at her. “What did I do?”

She ran her hand through her hair, standing up straighter. She watched as his eyes fell toward his shoes, taking a deep breath before addressing him again.

“Luke, I wish I could tell you. I- you never noticed I was there anyway so I didn’t think the distancing would be this complicated...”

His head perked up, frowning at her. “Y/N what are you talking about, we talk like everyday.”

She rolled her eyes “Yes, it was just hard to do so when I have to be around all of your lady friends every time i’m over. Their energy is always weird and I feel uncomfortable.....”

She watched as his expression changed to one of anger “So I can’t have people over to to my own home when you’re around?”

She shook her head, feeling her heart rate rise during the conversation. “No, Luke that’s not what I meant, Jesus Christ, I-”

He towered over her, practically seething as he talked “Then what is it.”

She put her head into her hands, steadying her breathing before looking back up at him. “It’s because I like you Luke, okay? It’s hard to watch you be all over other girls when I’m dealing with the fact that I want to be with you. Are you satisfied with me embarrassing myself now?”

His mouth ajar, he froze looking over at her. She moved from her bed over to the futon near her window to avoid his eyes. She leaned against the back, staring outside. After a silent second, she felt the cushion fall next to her. His hand came up to her shoulder, causing her to look at him again.

“Y/N, I had no clue...I..”

Tears in her eyes, she chewed on her bottom lip as she studied him. “How would you possibly know, I never acted on anything. I’m sorry I even said anything.” She gave him a pointed look as she watched a sad look paint across his face. “Please don’t feel bad for me, just...just forget I said anything.”

He ran his hand through his messy hair “It’s hard to forget a fact like that, Y/N.” They stared at each other for a moment before he moved his hand to her cheek to wipe her tears. She tried to ignore how the closeness made her chest tighten.

“Can it be my turn to be honest now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

She nodded, sitting back to get a better view of his face. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment before moving his eyes back to hers.

“I had a crush on you the day I met you,” he started, Y/N pulling a confused face as she listened to him. “But you were so distant, I got in my own head and decided that you weren’t interested. I’ve been dating around because I didn’t think it’d affect you, because you saw us as friends. Now I see that I wasn’t as observant as I thought I was.”

She watched as his hand moved over toward hers, touching it softly as he looked at her, waiting for the okay. She nodded slightly and he wrapped his fingers around hers. His smiled grew and he squeezed her hand softly.

“I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable, unintentional or not, I never want you to feel like that around me,” He brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles.

“Luke I told you it’s alright. I should have been honest and not iced you out. I promise it’s-”

“Y/N, if you say it’s fine one more time...”

“But it is I-” Her voice was cut off by his lips pressing into hers. She let herself melt into his touch for a moment before they pulled away. As her eyes fluttered open, she was at a total loss.

“I still like you, Y/N.” She felt a familiar feeling rush to her cheeks as he rubbed her thumb against the skin. The right corner of his mouth rose into a smirk, basking in her silence.

“If that’s what it takes for you to shut up, count me in.” He joked, bringing his free hand up to her neck and kissing her again.

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#luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson fanfiction #jatp #julie and the phantoms

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years

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Have some 2b2t!Tubbo headcanons, based around when he’s just started to live with the sbi!

When Tubbo has night terrors, he doesn’t move or make a sound. It’s something he learned from an early age when his parents were first gone and he was less secure, that any sound can be bad sound.

Tommy doesn’t notice Tubbo’s nightmares at first due to this, but after the first one he noticed where he got punched for his efforts in waking Tubbo up, he learns the best thing to do is to make a loud noise from a safe distance, so Tubbo wakes up, sees him, and knows where he is.

After Tubbo finally started trusting Tommy, he was still very unsure about the rest of the family. He can tell the difference between rough-housing and actual danger, sure, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t ready to summon a sword whenever Tommy gets physical with the other sbi members. Just in case.

Tubbo already has an ender chest, and it’s just filled with shulker boxes of different items he saved from 2b2t. He never takes any of them out until the prison break.

Wilbur teaches Tubbo how to play guitar, and Tubbo teaches Wilbur how to play ukelele. It’s how Tubbo learns to trust Wilbur.

There are no bees in 2b2t, it doesn’t have that update. That means the first time Tubbo sees bees is when he’s with the sbi. It’s a very sweet experience.

It’s about the recovery process and how he slowly trusts them. That’s great.

And we get him being so excited by bees and that’s adorable. I find that quite nice.

#dream smp #dream smp au #2b2t tubbo au #tubbo #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ask

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Evidence // Spencer Reid x Reader

HEY guess who's back. I'm SO SO SO sorry for the delay. I've been having the most SERIOUS case of writers block and I'm finally pulling myself out of it YAYYYY. So here ya go.

Not a request, but I couldn't resist this prompt!

Summary - Spencer and Reader get locked in the evidence room.

Prompt - “What on earth happened in here?"

Word count - 2.9k

Spencer and I often stayed after together to finish up work. We didn't like to have to wake up so early to make touch ups. So here we were, sitting on the floor in the back of the evidence room. We were sat behind tall filing cabinets, a dim lamp lit beside us.

We were working a case in Arizona involving 3 girls. It was running relatively smooth, the problem was that the police station that we were placed at was in the middle of nowhere. And that was proven by the signal warning on my phone.

*unable to send message.*

Good thing it wasn't anything important.

There were multiple pages sprawled out in front of us, we looked between them all.

"I don't think we will have to stay too long after today." I commented. "It looks like we are working pretty fast this time around."

"I guess we're getting the hang of this " Spencer laughed, writing something down.

*click*

I craned my neck around the cabinets, wondering if someone was coming in the door. Seeing no one, I turned back to him, shrugging my shoulders.

We continued for another hour (and 28 minutes by Spencer's count). I stacked the papers together, shutting them in a folder and tucking it under my arm. I stood from my previous position, stretching my back.

"That's enough sitting on a concrete floor for me." I complained, hunching over and dragging myself to the door. This earned a laugh from Spencer. I reached for the knob, eager to get to the hotel and sleep.

But the knob only jiggled.

And jiggled.

And didn't budge.

"Uh. I think, I think the door is locked." I whispered, turning to Spencer slowly.

"No way." He stated, lightly pushing me out of the way. I listened as he jiggled it, desperately trying to turn the door knob. His head was placed against the glass, hands framing his eyes while he looked out the small doors window. "The lights are all off out there. I think they are on night patrol."

"Well this is thrilling." I laughed, slumping onto the floor. I pulled my phone from my pocket, holding it in the air and attempting to call Emily. The call started, my excitement being crushed by a warning on my phone.

*Your call cannot go through at the moment, we are unable to find a signal.*

Well fine then.

"Do you know how to pick a lock?" He asked.

"If there was anyone that knows how to pick a lock, I thought it would be you."

"Why?" His posture looked stiff and offended.

"You know everything." I deadpanned offering a dumb look. He rolled his eyes at this and sat down across from me. "Do you think we'll die in here?" I asked nonchalantly. Spencer squinted his eyes at me.

"Well statistically, no." And that's all he said.

"Is that all you got?"

"I'm too tired to ramble." He groaned. His head was leaned back on a cabinet. "But I will say that on average night patrols and at around 3:30 to 4 am. So we have quite a few hours to kill." The clock on the wall read 11:17. Yeah, we had some time to kill.

"Alright, we aren't just gonna sit here. We are gonna play games, I can't stand to sit in silence." Spencer sat up slightly, flashing me a confused look.

"Like what?"

"We are going to start with would you rather. I'll start." My head started sorting through all of the would you rather questions I had been asked that I loved and found the perfect one for this genius.

"Would you rather lose the ability to read or the ability to speak." I watched as he opened his mouth to answer then closed it, thinking again. I thought this would be a pretty obvious answer for him.

"I think I would lose the ability to speak. I could do nearly everything the same. I would just have to write my findings down." He sat in thought for a moment. "Would you rather have unlimited international first class tickets or never have to pay for food at restaurants?" I was thoroughly surprised by the question.

"That's a good one! I definitely want to travel, but I do eat a lot... First class tickets. I want to see ancient ruins, can't walk to them." I laughed. We played this game for around 10 more minutes before getting extremely bored of it.

"Alright enough of this." I groaned, coming up with a new idea. "We are gonna play two truths and a lie. Pretty straight forward, I'll start and you try to guess which one is a lie." Spencer nodded and waited. "I broke my leg while falling from a tree when I was 9, I've had a crush on someone on the team, and I once ate nerds candy for a whole week when I was 7 and had to get my stomache pumped." The last one had his eyebrows furrowing. I remained still and emotionless so he couldn't read me as well.

"I completely believe that you ate candy for a week and had to get medical attention as a result." He pointed out oh so graciously. "And you're a total klutz too, so it wouldn't surprise me if you broke your leg. Plus I think I'd know if you ever liked someone on the team. Final answer you've never had a crush on anyone on the team." He looked so smug in the moment, this just got me more pumped to wipe that smile from his face.

"Nope." As expected, his face immediately fell.

"Who did you like!" Spencer's arms were flailing in exasperation.

"I don't have to tell you that." I chuckled. "Now you go." My foot kicked his lightly, egging him on. He gave a glare and moved on reluctantly.

"I'm afraid of the dark, the only reason I drink coffee is because I had a crush on a girl who liked it, and I drank 11 cups of coffee one day and was up for 39 hours straight."

"You definitely drink coffee because you like it and not because of a girl, lie." There was no question about it, that would be a dumb reason to drink something.

"Actually that is why I drink coffee."

Huh?

"The lie is that I was up for 39 hours straight, I was only up for 35."

"Christ Spence!" I shook my head in disapproval. "Tell me about the girl." I could see his cheeks flush in the slightest. ~~Silently wishing that I could make him feel like that~~

"Her name was Josephine and she lived on my street. She and I would play chess together in the park whenever I wasn't studying, and she would bring a cup of coffee every day. Eventually, in my own way to impress her, I started bringing coffee too. And she liked that, but of course we drifted apart because of how fast my life was moving. It's unfortunate." He was staring down at his hands now. "You and her are very similar. I think that's why we've gotten so... close." That comment got me very curious.

"How were we alike? If you don't mind me asking."

"She was kind and funny, never let anyone down. And she was intelligent. Not only in personality either, you have the same color hair and eyes. I bet you guys would have gotten along really well." I could see him making his thinking face, I assume he was looking into past memories.

"That's so sweet." I kicked his foot with a smile, bringing him back to reality. "So, last round until we are playing the dreaded truth or dare ooooOooOooOooo." Spencer laughed and rolled his eyes. "I use to have a cat named Piglet because of how obsessed with Winnie the Pooh I was, my first boyfriends name was Spencer, and I play guitar."

"There is absolutely no way your first boyfriends name was Spencer, it's the 828th most popular name. That would be nearly impossible or a crazy coincidence." His hand gestured were out of this world at this point, completely flabbergasted that I would even try to tell him such a *lie*.

"Wrong again pretty boy, that's true. His name was Spencer Allen Sallow. The only reason I remember his middle name is because I remember his initials being 'SAS'. Are you ready for truth or dare?"

"I guess." He mocked annoyance and threw his head back.

"Ok, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you could make one wish, right this second, what would it be?" He stared at me intently for a moment, as if he was looking for the answer in me. He then lightly shook his head, it was so small, but hard to miss considering we were practically having a staring contest.

"I would wish for the door to be unlocked so I could sleep at the hotel." His head nodded.

"Boring, I choose dare." I was now sitting much closer to him, waiting for whatever that beautiful brain could come up with. Spencer looked to the papers on the floor and then back at me, an evil smirk forming on his lips.

"Do a snow angel in our paperwork." My shoulders slumped.

"What if I rip something!" I wouldn't usually whine like this but *geez* I did not want to redo all this.

"Just be careful then." I looked at him with a pleading look. "Oh so you're *boring*." That's what got me.

"**Fine!**" I slowly lowered myself onto the papers, flattening out and looking up to Spencer, he was hovering over me slightly in a criss-crossed position with that evil smirk. His hands gestured me on.

I laid my arms and legs and and moved them, hearing the paper scrape against the floor and giggling. I had to admit, it was fun. And if having fun with Spencer meant I had to redo a few papers.

Then so be it.

I sat up after Spencer told me I'm done through fits of laughter, holding his stomache and nearly toppled flat on the floor. I looked around happily to see most papers were only crinkled, not ripped. I'll just have to flatten them out tomorrow.

"Okay asshat, truth or dare." He tapped his chin, looking daring for once.

"Dare." Perfect.

"Serenade me." I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched his face fall.

"With just my voice?"

"Oh no no, I have an instrument, the bag I carry with us on cases is like a never ending bag." I reached into the giant bag and pulled out a ukelele case, but not an *ordinary* uke case, a *mini* uke case. "Can you play ukelele?" I pulled it from the case, handing it over to him.

"No, but I may be able to pick it up."

"So you will actually serenade me!?" I got my hands ready to clap.

"Sure, why not." I clapped infinitely fast, watching him pluck at the strings a bit and lean back into the cabinets. Then he started on a beat, one that I recognized.

"Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh so tight. Show me that you love me too." I listened to him through the whole song, knowing full well that as soon as he was strumming that ukelele I was already done for.

"How did I do?" He strummed the last chord and look up at me with a smile.

Oh how I wanted to tell him that he serenaded me to the sun and back.

"That was amazing! You learned that om the spot?"

"Yeah, like piano. It's basically just math and note remembrance." He shrugged, setting it back in my case. "Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"What's the first thing on your bucket list and your biggest secret?"

"You can't ask two questions, that's cheating!" I laughed.

"You technically never specified that so, answer."

This little shit.

"Fine. The first thing on my bucket list has been the same since I was an 8th grader, which is to fall in love. And I know that's cliche but I'm sticking to it." I didn't want to tell him my biggest secret. Truth be told I had a pretty normal life, so my biggest secret was my attraction to him. After telling my mom about it she told me workplace romances were dangerous and wrong, so I tried so hard to get over it. But it's not going away, it's doing anything but that.

"Come on y/n, I'm not going to judge you for your secret."

Yeah uh huh, sure.

"It's embarrassing, and I would prefer not to tell you in a locked room so I can immediately escape after I tell you. So can I just tell you when the door gets unlocked?"

"It can't be that bad."

"It is."

"Please Y/n!"

"I like you!" His mouth shut quickly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Now that I had given out my biggest secret, I felt a little... powerful. I crossed my arms firmly over my chest, maintaining eye contact, my heart pounding out of my chest. He wanted the truth and he got it, I hope he's happy to be stuck with me in this room for another hour and a half.

"Really?" Was all he could say.

"No. I just said that I could have awkward tension swirling around the room for the next hour, I love doing that." I replied in the most monotone voice I could muster. A very faint smile was appearing on Spencer's face, making me a little nervous. He quirked one eyebrow.

"Are you sure it's not sexual tension?"

What?

My eyebrows raised at the question. Was he... flirting with me? I didn't know he knew how to do that, let alone so *well*. He began speaking again.

"Truth or dare?"

"It's my turn to ask you."

"Truth. Or. Dare." Who knew Mr. Sweatervest could seem so intimidating.

"Dare."

"I dare you to act on your biggest secret." Is this some weird way to make me kiss him, because it's working. If we aren't on the same page, this is about to get Mega embarrassing, but I don't think this could get any weirder. I crawled forward, placing myself on his lap and staring into his eyes. I've never seen him smile so big.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Actually no, this is awful you should really stop." He deadpanned, lightly placing his hands on my hips.

"One, since when do you use sarcasm. And two, I hate you." I giggled, pulling his face to mine. One of his hands fled to my cheek, rubbing his thumb across it. He pressed further into the kiss, all while pulling me impossibly closer.

Is this real?

I pulled one hand away from his face, putting it on the skin of my thigh and pinching myself.

"Ouch shit!"

And apperantly I don't know my own strength.

"Are you okay?" Spencer's face was a wave of concern, scanning over my face quickly to make sure he didn't do something wrong.

"Yeah I was just, pinching myself to make sure this was real." I lifted my hand to his shoulder, resting it there.

"Why? Is this like a lot of your dreams?" He winking obviously at me as I slapped his chest.

"Please stop." I whined, pulling myself off of his lap. "I'm very tired and we still have an hour left, are you up for a cat nap?" I pulled a blanket from my bag. "We can use this as a pillow, it's already pretty hot in here."

"Definitely." I made it into a pillow, giving him enough room. He slung his arm around me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "Thank you for telling me. And for the record, I wouldn't want to be locked in a room with anyone else." And with many papers scattered messily around us, we fell asleep.

I shot up, hearing voices I knew all too well.

"What the hell is happening, since when it pretty boy a playboy."

"Finally! Now y/n can stop silently pining and telling me about it."

"I knew those two had chemistry."

I blinked slowly, trying to release the sleep from my eyes. Spencer's sleepy arm was still wrapped around my waist, unmoving. Once my eyes adjusted I was met with the staring eyes of Derek, Garcia and Emily. Then there was Hotch, just entering the room.

“What on earth happened in here?"

"We got locked in here and played some innocent party games." I explained gesturing to the messy papers. "Spencer dared me to make a snow angel in our files." I smiled sheepishly. Spencer was now stirring awake, sitting up and looking at our teammates. Derek held out his hand for a fist bump and Spencer highfived it weakly.

"Told you you would rope her in." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at the comment and stood up.

"Let's finish up this case. We've only had 1 hour of sleep and I want this day to be over with already. Save the comments for when I'm asleep on the jet." And with that we were off.

But let's not ignore that Spencer and I's hands were clasped beneath every table we sat at that day, it's not to be ignored.

And I won't be forgetting that day any time soon.

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine

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magalidragon · 4 years

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making music | a Jonerys AU | fic tease

a/n: Bêcha thought I forgot this one? LOL Nope, just working on it here and there. It will be longer than I thought of course. So here’s a tease to part 1 up soon!

Once again, turning the corner, she almost stepped straight into a busker only this time a trumpet player, and when she knelt down to pick up the coins that had fallen out of a flatcap set on the cobblestone, she heard a low chuckle, and a heavy Northern accent, her blood going cold.

"You just can't help yourself can you?"

"I'm sorry I..." She whipped up, glaring. She shouted. "YOU!"

Jon chuckled, leaning against the brick wall, a foot propped up behind him, his other stretched out, and a trumpet loose in his fingers. "Me." He rolled his eyes, but still smiled. "You want a piece of my gig here or what? That why you keep stepping into my payment?"

She glanced at the cap, noting there were only a few stags; he had way more as a guitar player. She smirked up and straightened. "Maybe you should stick to strings then Mr..."

"Snow," Jon said, lifting the trumpet up. He blew into it, fingers fast on the keys, the tune upbeat, jazzy. Someone walking by tossed in a dragon coin. He finished the snippet of a song she thought she might have recognized as a twist on a famous Essosi opera aria, and had gathered a few other admirers, including, she noted, some young women who giggled behind their hands and ducked their heads coquettishly, trying to catch his attention.

It was the music that held her attraction-- although he did look good standing there in his all black attire, hair pulled from his face, his strong forearms on display. She spied some tattoos peeking out from under the rolled cuffs and one on his inner wrist, a series of musical notes on a scale. She frowned, wishing she could see it closer, wondering what song held such importance to him he wanted it inked to his skin permanetly. Or maybe, was in his mind during a drunken moment and now was inked permanently. Could be anything.

He finished the song, the crowd gathered applauding. He swept the trumpet aside and bowed, moving towards the case while people dropped coins and other things into the flatcap. Several of the women dropped phone numbers. Dany remained standing, waiting for them to disperse and Jon to collect the money. "Do they not pay you enough?" she asked.

He chuckled, unfolding the bills and darting a glance upwards through his dark curls. "They do. This is for something else." He pocketed the money and shoved the cap into the side of the padded trumpet case. He quickly cleaned out the trumpet, wiping down the gleaming brass, dragging the cloth through the valves to dry it, and set it into the velvet lining.

Dany waited and caught his attention when he stood, slinging the case over his shoulder. "Are you first cello?" she asked, wanting more information. He was the only one she knew now from the sympthony, she wanted to get as much information as possible. Especially if they were to play together.

He nodded. "Aye."

"But you also play guitar and trumpet?"

"I play a lot of instruments."

"Yeah so does everyone," she scoffed. They all said that. Viola players claimed they could play violin and vice versa. Guitar players claimed they were also proficient in banjo and ukelele sometimes. Anything for the résumé. She rolled her eyes. "There's a difference in maybe playing something and being proficient in it."

Jon eyed her sideways, chuckling. "Alright, I'm proficient in a lot of instruments. And you?"

"Four."

"Let me guess."

She grinned. "Go ahead." He'd never guess.

Jon ticked off his fingers. "Violin."

"Duh."

"Guitar."

She wrinked her nose. "Yes."

They turned a corner; she had no idea where he was going, somehow she was stuck to him like a magnet, unable to tear away. He patted his pockets, searching for somethng, and removed a pack of cigarettes. He smiled sheepishly. "Bad habit."

"Terrible habit, especially for someone who plays a brass or woodwind instrument," she chided.

He lit the cigarette, pocketing the lighter with a flick of his fingers. She spied a wolf etched into the side of the silver Zippo. He paused at a corner, studying her a moment. She shifted, oddly uncomfortable with the x-ray-like gaze. His irises were gray, a peculiar color. They shimmered, reminding her of the ash on the cigarette or else storm clouds. He blew a stream of smoke out to the side, gesturing with the cigarette. "Piano."

She grit her teeth. Eyebrow quirked, she shrugged. "Alright. Yes."

"I've got three. How many more guesses do I get?"

"One more, I told you I play four."

Jon kept his gaze on her, once again giving her the x-ray once over. He narrowed his eyes and smiled wide. "Harp."

Her mouth dropped. What...how...WHAT!? "You cheated!" she exclaimed, at the same time he burst out laughing. He dodged the fist she flung out to smack at his shoulder, this perfect stranger, but she was positive he deserved it. First for chastising her when she completely accidentally stepped into him, then for his comments after her incredbile audition, and now well, for whatever was happening with this. She glared at him, simultaneously impressed he got them right and also annoyed.

Now he laughed. "How did I cheat? I didn't know you until like three hours ago."

"But you did," she realized. He knew her real name. Could have been a good guess, but she tried vrey hard to keep the lives separate. So how did he know?

They were still walking. She realized they were approaching a nondescript old building, stone and worn, with moss growing on the side from the healthy amount of humidity King's Landing endured. There was a large olive tree out front, providing shade over a fountain of a series of wolves chasing each other. They stopped near the entrance to the small courtyard, his fingers idly running down the strap of his trumpet case, his cigarette almost worn down to the filter.

He flicked off some ash, drew in a last pull of it, and stubbed it out, tossing it into a trash can. He smiled again, but it didn't meet his eyes. He tapped her case. "Violin, easy." He gestured to her fingers. "You have piano hands, calluses on your wrists, your black and white outfit, probably what, teacher too?" She scowled, refusing to acknowledge he was right. He carried on. "Guitar because that was actually just a guess."

"And harp? How'd you guess that?" she demanded.

Jon blinked, shrugging. "You're a Targaryen."

Her jaw set. "Yes," she ground out. She arched her brows, silver bouncing up to her hairline. "Which I would kindly request you keep to yourself."

"You should probably hide your eye color then."

"I could just be Lyseni or Valyrian otherwise."

"You have your mother's face," he said. He continued, her shoulders drawing back at that, surprised. He smiled again. "And Rhaegar Targaryen was one of my first music teachers. I know a Targaryen and I know he has a little sister and well, Targaryens are the only harp players that actually make it a worthy instrument to learn." He grinned wider. "I'll give you a hint. One of the instruments I do not know how to play is harp."

Rhaegar's student? Her mother? Harp? What? There were questions swirling around in her mind, before she could ask him to clarify. He walked by her and to the fountain, dropping some of the coins in it and then depositing his earnings into a box near the entrance to the building. He tipped his fingers to his temple, saluting her. "See you around Daenerys Targaryen. Or Dany Storm. Which do you want me to call you?"

"Dany," she whispered, unsure what to make of him.

He nodded, smiling. "Dany." He turned, walking off and reached into his pocket, removing a harmonica, lifting it to his lips and humming off on it as he wandered away, out of sight.

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #fic tease

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declansxo · 3 years

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welcome aboard, declan seo, student #8. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like hwang hyunjin? according to our records, you hail from adelaide, australia, prefer he/him, are cismale, and are here to study music production. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + talented, + intriguing, but also - mysterious/aloof. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the zen room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a harmonica. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

hi hi lovie’s it’s nia again <3�� declan now is my second muse ! you can find his full bio and information below the cut !

ever since declan was a kid, he felt out of step with his peers. picture that kid who sat in the back of class with headphone cords slinked up the sleeve of his hoodie so he could listen to music instead of paying attention, never responded to any texts and was mysteriously not on any social media, and you’ll start to get a picture of the way declan looked from the outside.

declan grew up with a single father who worked two jobs. his relationship with his dad was pretty normal. they didn’t have many family traditions or spend lots of time with extended family. his dad sort of let him raise himself while he worked, and declan was fine with that. he never really questioned where his mother was; all he knew was that she lived in south korea and had given full custody to declan’s dad shortly after his first birthday. declan and his dad lived in adelaide, australia, so he never saw her after that. when declan was seventeen, his father married a woman he’d met at church. declan gained an older step-sister, but she was already living on her own with children and a family of her own, so declan didn’t ever bond with her. he was happy for his dad, he guessed, that he wouldn’t be alone once declan left.

the one place declan always felt he belonged was between his two ears, in his own mind, alone with his thoughts and, ideally, music. he really loves electronic music and can also play several instruments: harmonica, piano/keyboard, bass guitar, drums, and ukelele. he likes to make beats on his computer and operate one of those lo-fi beats accounts on youtube. since he didn’t have a lot of money ( or friends ) growing up, he would go to pawn shops and thrift stores and buy cheap instruments and music books and teach himself how to mess around on them. now he plans to work in the music industry and produce music for a living because no other subject really holds his interest. also ... he’s really talented, though he doesn’t know it really. he thinks he’s pretty average, but he’s not insecure.

he’s a minimalist through and through, and that includes with friends and relationships. he’s definitely a loner ( which gets to him sometimes, but he won’t admit it because ... well, who would he tell ? ) and he never grew out of his emo phase. ( sadboi ? ) he uses sexuality as a way to connect with people, even if it’s all artificial and just on the surface. at least if he’s having sex or kissing someone, it’s concrete enough for him to understand he has their attention and understanding ( something he feels he rarely gets in conversation. ) he’s bisexual and doesn’t have any preference in gender, and he’s had romantic relationships before, but never been in love. truthfully, he doesn’t even know how to be a boyfriend or how to fall in love. writing music about it is one thing, but actually doing it is a whole other thing. if you heard his music, you’d think he’s really deep and romantic, but actually getting to know him you’d find that he’s learned how to create art about others’ experiences, not his own.

that all being said, declan yearns to be seen and understood, just like anyone else. he is a good listener, observant, soft-spoken and a little socially awkward in most situations. generally he is a good friend, but he may be unreliable if he is wrapped up in a project or his own thoughts. you may also find him with dark circles or bags under his eyes because he suffers from insomnia and rarely sleeps.

if u like this i will im you to plot !!!!!!!!!!!

#seasintro #pls love him. he needs it ksdjfksdjgkjkfdjg

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kaepopsicle · 4 years

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types of girls i can see wayv with

so sorry if I offend anyone, I’m not trying to assume their sexualities this is just my personal opinion.

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— kun

- the mom friend to his dad friend

- a little bit on the softer side

- gives great back massages, just overall an relaxing soul

- i get childhood education or culinary major vibes from her

- babies him and will offer to cook meals for them ( kun would probably say “no no it’s okay you don’t have to” on the phone on their way back to the dorm. when they walk in she’s there with a whole feast prepared and smiles “I was already making it so might as well finish” )

- a noona to the rest of the members

- but a loving // supportive partner for kun

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— ten

- dirty minded just like him

- why do i see her being a baddie (she has a very strong free spirit)

- is hard to get at first (but i can see ten liking that)

- is a sweetheart after he gets passed her hard shell but she’s also probably really funny and goofy

- super confident (like ten) she always is complimenting him and making him feel good about himself (on those rare days he feels insecure)

- will dance with him and it will be hot // for some reason I get art vibes from her like she’s an art or photography major

- has this big sister vibe (not like kuns girl, she is more a gives-good-advice sister, about like boys and stuff)

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— winwin

- introverted but can be outgoing at times

- doesn’t necessarily bring him out of his shell she just makes him act more like himself

- likes holding onto his arm or back hugging him

- a great listener // a gentle spirit

- i can see her being a writer for some reason

- always watches him dance and helps him make improvements not like he needs it, he’s already so talented

- she is the best at comforting people . for some reason along with her being a writer I see her having a soft sweet singing voice.

- omg imagine her holding on to winwin while he rests his head on her shoulder hugging her close and she is singing to him to relieve his stress MY HEART NO

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— lucas

- she reminds me of a puppy

- outgoing and just a lovely person

- on the chiller side so can softly calm lucas down. bc you know how our darling sushi gets.

- i can see her teasing lucas a lot like “hahahaha I wonder if you hit your head on doorways when you walk into a room” or if she hears anything evolving fighting she immediately mocks him and goes “hYEdwAe” and pumps her small fist in the air or starts randomly dancing to chewing gum for god knows why.

- she will go to the gym with Lucas but does yogo or something . why do I imagine lucas finally convincing her to go to the gym with him to try his work out routine and the first 2 mins she already gives up and gets a bag of chips and watches him

- lazy af . Would rather cuddle xuxi and watch netflix

- but when she actually goes out she’s HOT #powercouple kanye & kim who

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— xiaojun

- cutie cutie cutie

- I see her being a nurse or med student (but I see her having some sort of musical talent)

- plays the piano or likes writing music like him (plays while xiaojun plays the guitar)

- she’s Bella’s favorite wayv member (lmao jk. kinda) she probably really loves animals

what if they’re singing and playing the ukelele to bella for her birthday and have this cute dog cake and everything omfg

- I can see her being wild but also relaxed, like she’ll probably be like “hm I kind of want to get dressed in a prom dress to get ice cream but this couch also is really comfortable. I’m torn”

- her fashion style is *chefs kiss

- xiaojun . is . always . hugging . her (she is probably very affectionate with him) I can also see her high-fiving the rest of the members and congratulating them while holding him after a win. xiaojun lowkey crying into her shoulder iM soFT

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— hendery

- practically a princess

- his best friend (I can see them taking turns embarrassing themselves in public)

- plays games with him . I can see their relationship honestly being like a Disney movie full of romance and fun

- they’re that couple that always looks snatched in their matching outfits

- I can see her being talkative and bubbly (but also empathetic and a good listener)

- they would travel a lot together and meet new people and have spontaneous trips at 2am “hm you know what sounds really good right now?” “getting japchae” - “hendery it’s 3:00am”

- ALWAYS TEASING EACH OTHER (teasing flirts smh) I can also see them saying the dumbest shit to each other like “yo, you ever think that when an actual dog sees a K9 do they go “oh shit the cops?”

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— yangyang

- she’s the girl version of him but like in a soft cute girl body

- mischievous devils (plays pranks together on the other members)

- only person yangyang would never prank (he has the biggest soft spot for her)

- she’s probably a gamer, plays video games a lot and can be very competitive. ends up playfighting yangyang a lot bc they both want to win (they would be that couple that always wins things so no one wants to play with them anymore)

- like henderys girl I can see her being very quirky, she has no filter (like yangyang) but I can also see her being shy at some times. especially when you just meet her but once she opens up she’s quite silly

- Why do I see her having a slight temper (like she’s a sweetheart until you piss her off and she will curse you out)

- is a dancer maybe ??? or likes music or is passionate about it (will probably help choreograph their future dances along with Tens girl)

#this is my first post so i hopes its good #also this is kind of rough but its alright #wayv ten #wayv hendery #wayv kun #wayv lucas #wayv xiaojun #wayv yangyang #wayv winwin #wayv imagines #wayv fluff #wayv #nct #nct imagines

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