#I actually kinda like how it turned out though

[buddyhollysbuddyholly]

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ. ELVIS VER. ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.

All about ELVIS (pride themed)

Hes a cis guy, he's not like too deep into gender since he's comfortable with his own but he does understand it and does his best.

Hes GAY!!! Who would've guessed! He used to be very confused and almost angry at himself for being Homo especially in season 1 (kinda like JFK's questioning episode) but by the middle of season 2 he ignores the jock stereotypes and learns to accept himself.

He was drunk in episode one and had a deep talk with Gregory (my lovely wife's clone) and was like "shoot..I like him.." Though his parents always had a thought he would turn out, gay, and they tried to ignore it for as long as possible.

His parents are rich and barely around so of course his environments rocky. At school with his old friends their very much your typical jock guys who make gay jokes and stuff. When he gains new friends after season 1 (buddy, James dean etc) he becomes more accepting and his environment gets better.

Well me and my girlfriend were talking about our ideas for the clones and she was like "I dunno if I like Gregory and buddy together.." and I brought up Elvis and Gregory as a little joke but uh..that in fact did NOT stay a joke.

He doesn't mind labels, they respect others labels and would prefer if people respected his.

Not that I know of..maybe finding like straight like..videos erotic but other than that he's pretty confidant in his identity.

The idea that 1) the actual Elvis was considered a ladies man and 2) there is a lot of pressure from the other jocks and his own family to date a cute cheerleader (specifically Marie Antoinette)

Im not really sure..soooo NEXT!

yup! him and the gang usually go to parades and dress up for it, he's performed at one

he used to be really quiet and low-key about it, only kissing Gregory behind bleachers and at their homes, but now he's open and publicly shows his affection for Gregory

In season 1 he most definitely has internalized homophobia and transphobia (not to bad extents by they're there.) Hes able to move past it though and he acknowledges his faults

I don't think so, he doesn't really understand it and he also only has eyes for Gregory.

Hes not mine, but my girlfriend @waylonjenningswife oc (waylon I know ironic) is actually demi aroace!

None of them do, I don't think they'd really get them but they respect them!

I mean..I guess? if making actual people into clones and making them a part of the community counts

Not mine (again) but my girlfriends Marilyn and Bettie clones! (lesbians)

It depends on the oc but I personally like giving them labels just cause I feel it normalizes it more

i dunno about preference? But I usually show it as how it goes on in high school (since clone high..duh..) cause its not always so apparent ESPECIALLY with the popular kids its so annoying

they def did cause I was able to put how I feel about finding myself and etc into them and it helped lots

uhhh if you wanna know more about Elvis or my other ocs feel free to ask about them through my ask box!

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈PRIDE THEMED OC ASK GAME🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍⚧️

Bc I wanted one and didn't find it so. Here

[Send ask aimed at a specific character]

1. What's your oc's gender identity? What's their relationship to their gender?

2. What's your oc's orientation? (Romantic/sexual/platonic alterous ect) Do they have opinions about it?

3. How did your oc discover themself? Did something cause them to question, or did they always know?

4. Is your oc's environment supportive about their identity? How does this impact them?

5. How did you figure out your oc's identity?

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

7. Is there something that could cause your oc to question their identity? What?

8. Have they had struggles with their identity, be it due to internal or external reasons?

9. Are there cultural or lore specific aspects to their identity? If applicable, does their species affect it?

10. Does your oc celebrate Pride? How?

11. Is your oc open about their identity? Are they more lowkey or more blunt about it? Why or why not?

12. Does/did your oc ever wish they could change the way they are? Why? If it's in the past, how did they get over the feeling? (this can be about internalized homo/transphobia)

13. Would your oc be open to a poly relationship? Why or why not?

[Not aimed at a specific character] / [Aimed at creator]

14. Do you have ocs on the aro or ace spectrum?

15. Do any of your ocs use neopronouns? Which ones?

16. Did you ever change an oc's identity when they were already established? Why?

17. Do you share identity with any of your ocs? Which ones?

18. Do you prefer to give your ocs specific labels, or keep it unspecified? Why? If applicable, do you change their labels depending on circumstance?

19. Do you have preferences about depicting homo/transphobia in your stories? What, and why? Does it vary by story?

20. Have your ocs helped you in self discovery? How?

21. Free ramble card wee

[fear-is-truth]

dare i say ur the best squid game writer?? the namgyu hcs was def the most accurate depiction of his character ive seen ! showed his insecurities so well. chefs kiss. speakinggg of if ur taking requests from him. what abt reader finally breaking up w him? like tired of all the toxicity. how would he react?

BREAKING UP WITH NAM-GYU / PLAYER 124

a/n. omg tysm for the kind words !! i loved the idea for your request, and i hope i did it justice ! thank you again for trusting me with it ♡

at first, nam-gyu’s reaction would be pure deflection. he’d scoff, roll his eyes, and act like he doesn’t care. “fine, go,” he’d say, his tone dripping with venom. “you think i can’t live without you? watch me.” his pride wouldn’t let him admit how much it hurts, so he’d lash out, throwing barbed words your way in an attempt to make you second-guess yourself. it’s a classic manipulation tactic—turning the blame onto you, acting like you’re the one overreacting or being unreasonable.

but as soon as you walk away, he’d start spiralling—anger would segue into panic. he’d start analysing on all the moments he pushed you too far. there would be some level of guilt, but instead of owning up to it, he’d try to convince himself it wasn’t his fault—or worse, blame you for “giving up on him.”

when hours or days pass without a word from you, he’d start calling or texting, alternating between anger (“don’t you dare ignore me”) and desperation (“just tell me what you want me to do”)

when he realises you’re serious and not coming back, he’d oscillate between two extremes. on one hand, he’d try to manipulate you into staying by pulling every card he can think of: guilt-tripping, love-bombing, even reminding you of the good times to make you question your decision. he’d say something like, “you’re just gonna throw all of this away? after everything i’ve done for you?” or, “no one else will care about you the way i do.” not because he doesn’t care (he does care. a lot) it’s because he doesn’t know how else to express his desperation.

on the other hand, he’d also act like he doesn’t give a fuck to protect his ego. he’d put on a front, telling you to go and that he’s fine without you. he’d go to work, or use loads of drugs, just to prove (to himself more than anyone else) that he doesn’t need you. but deep down, he’d feel hollow. every time he numbs himself, it’d just make him think of you more.

if he’s really desperate, and you’ve been ignoring his attempts to get your attention, this might be the moment where he shows an almost childlike side of himself. he’d show up at your door, completely disheveled, and beg you to stay. he’d get on his knees if he thought it’d work, his pride be damned.

after the breakup, if you don’t take him back, he’d probably spiral even worse. he’d rely heavily on unhealthy coping mechanisms—drugs, drinking, or surrounding himself with people who don’t actually care about him. but no matter how hard he tries to distract himself, his mind would always drift back to you. he’d fixate on what he did wrong, though he wouldn’t know how to fix it.

if you did give him a second chance after all this, he’d try to be better, but it’d be a slow, messy process. nam-gyu doesn’t know how to handle his emotions or build a healthy relationship, so even his attempts at improving would be kinda flawed. but the fear of losing you again would drive him to at least try—though whether or not he can actually change is another story.

[pombeom]

camming collaboration pt.1 | taesan fic (nsfw)

pairings: camboy/camgirl au, camgirl!reader x camboy!taesan, rivals to ??, dom!taesan x sub!reader

warnings: a lot of porn with a lot of plot, solo female masturbation, starts with just reader x viewers plot, indented text is the viewers’ comments, use of toys, mutual masturbation, squirting, cumming on reader, taesan is described as nonchalant until he isn’t?, kinda messy, no actual intercourse happens in this part but will do in part 2 :/ (also not proofread)

a/n: this was honestly just a random idea that popped into my head and turned out to be longer than expected so it will be spilt into multiple parts! keep an eye out for part 2!

The bed was all set up, sheets all clean and every cushion in its place. Changing the lights from white to a midnight blue, you log into your account and set up the stream. You were known for your darker setting compared to that of other streamers on the site who mostly opted for the fluffy pink, lovey dovey aesthetic or the cliche red lighting, which was easy to create. 

Ensuring that everything was in place once again, you put on your black face mask and begin the live stream. Not a minute goes by and the comments are already flooding in. 

looking hot today, as usual 

“Thank you lux_mirror64.” 

hope you stay for longer this time. i’ve had a rough day.

“Is that so? I guess I could stay a little bit longer for you minminx,” you whisper seductively. 

You continue to respond to comments as your hand slowly makes its way under your black T-shirt, fondling your boobs, without completely exposing yourself but your perked up nipples still poked through the thin fabric. The corner of your mouth lifts under your mask at the thought of teasing your viewers like this. And just as you thought, the comments begin exploding. 

don’t be a slut blueberry and just strip 

darling, take that too off now

“I didn’t realise you guys were this desperate to see my tits. Is this not enough for you?” You tease, mocking your viewers neediness, “It is getting a little hot in here though.” 

With that, you strip yourself of your T-shirt, revealing your naked assets and squeezing the muscle harder. You push your boobs up and down, watching as the gifts and cash flowed in from your viewers. As you thanked each and every gifter, you pull out your clear dildo from the side of your bed, showing it off to the camera. 

“I’m going to be using something simple today. But just because it’s simple doesn’t mean it won’t be good. LoveBae sent me this as a gift and so I wanted to show you guys how I use it to get off.” 

You pull off your black lace thong and wave it in front of the camera, showing off your wet arousal that you left behind on your underwear. 

blueberry is so wet for us already? I bet she’s imagining taking our cock instead of that dildo

someday, I’m gonna steal her panties and shoot my load all over them

are you sure you can take all 8 inches of that dildo blueberry? 

Reading through the comments just turned you on further, your arousal now leaking down your thigh. You didn’t hesitate as you pushed the dildo in, taking in each and every inch as it stretched out your gummy walls. 

You begin slow, pumping it in and out at a steady pace, building up the tempo. There wasn’t even room to think as soon you ram the dildo into your pussy as fast as you could. Your moans are muffled by the mask but your viewers could still hear every crude sound you were making. 

Fuck blueberry you’re gonna make me cum already

“Just thinking about your cum, is making me dizzy Lord_Harlow.” 

As the dildo abuses your core, your fingers start playing with your clit, sending shock waves up your body. You vision becomes blurry with the build up of tears in your eyes, the comments now being the least of your concern. 

“Fuck! I want you guys to all cum with me. On the count of 3. 3, 2, 1-“ 

Your core erupts as your body begins shaking violently, white cum oozing out your pretty pink hole onto the grey sheets. 

Taking a moment to calm down from your orgasm as your body eventually holds still. 

You check the stats on your live, feeling quite accomplished at the 45k viewers. 

“Thank you guys for tuning in. Have a great week. There are some big things coming soon so look forward to that. Good night guys.” 

You turn off the stream, and slump back into the bed, ripping the mask off your face. 

You think back to the time when you first started this as a way to earn passive income when you were still in your minimum wage graduate job. To think that you’re now one of the, if not, most popular cam girls on the website. Of course you still had to consider ‘Mountain San’, who despite being a male, had wracked up a similar amount of views to you in the past year. His rise to the top was no joke and definitely talked about most on this community.

Whether you’d realised it or not, you had built up some sort of unspoken rivalry in recent months. You were both receiving the same sponsorships from companies and your view count was so similar that the top 2 ranking on the website fluctuated almost on a daily basis. One day you’d be on top and the next him. This naturally lead to conflict between your fans as well. Whilst his were predominantly female and your male, you witnessed the arguments of who was better on the forums. It was almost tragic to see the both of you being put down the other’s viewers yet at the same time, a sense of pride swelled in your chest whenever someone was to take your side.

Looking up at the time, you noticed you only had an hour till you were supposed to sleep. You had a meeting with the website’s team tomorrow, discussing some future stream plans in light of the website’s 10 year anniversary. 

After changing the sheets and throwing the old ones into the washing machine, you take a quick shower before throwing on a baggy T-shirt over your underwear and hopping into bed. You were filled with a slight excitement for tomorrow as you had been told very little about the plans so you slept awaiting the anticipation of the big reveal in the meeting. 

Dressed in your baggy jeans and black long sleeve top, you were feeling ready for the meeting today. It had been a while since the team had last called you in, considering you managed most of your streaming by yourself, but you did welcome the thought of having other people in charge for once.  

You enter the small office building and make your way upto the first floor meeting room. Having been here a few times before, you were familiar with the environment. 

The meeting table was round and a group of people were already gathered around it. You noticed someone new amongst the team, his demeanour and attitude being completely different to that of the rest of them. As you enter, you quickly greet everyone before taking the last empty seat besides the new guy. 

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” trying to be polite and introducing yourself. 

“Hi. I’m Taesan.” His voice lacked the warmth that was present in yours, simply replying to you for the sake of it. 

“Can I get everyone’s attention. I’m starting the meeting now.” 

The chatter in the room went silent as everyone’s heads turned towards the manager. 

“As I’m sure everyone is aware, we have Y/n and Taesan who are here with us today.” 

A sudden confusion arose. You thought the new guy was simply another staff member on the team. But if he deserved an introduction alongside yours he clearly must be someone more important. You take another glance at him from the side of your eyes, and then it started to make sense. His loosely styled black hair should have been a dead giveaway from the start but you only noticed who he was upon seeing the infamous silver chains that hang from his neck. Taesan was Mountain San. For fucks sake what was he doing here. You cursed in your head quite annoyed that you were sat next to your unannounced rival. But you were forced to push that to the back of your mind as the meeting continued. 

“With the upcoming anniversary of our website, the team thought a collaboration between Blueberry Moon and Mountain San would be the perfect way to commemorate the occasion. As the top 2 streamers, we hope you cooperate with us to make this project come to life. What do you guys think?” 

You were completely thrown off the proposition, lacking the words to even reply to his question. 

“I’m ok with it if Y/n is,” Taesan’s short  answer was straight to the point and further shifted the pressure of decision-making onto you. He was your biggest rival on the website, yet you didn’t want to disappoint the team especially on such a big occasion. It could be an opportunity to fizzle out any tension between your fandoms in a way. But were you willing to give into it? 

“I guess I’m ok with it too then.” 

“That’s great! We’ll set up a schedule but first can we have a chemistry screening to see how the both of you come off, on camera. Does Friday sound good?” 

“Yeah thats fine,” you reply on behalf of the both of you.

“Before then, can we just ask you to spend a bit of time together. I think it’d be better if your relationship is built up more organically off screen.” 

You knew that the manager was hinting at your rivalry. Even if no one every mentioned it, it wad obvious that it could be an issue. 

After the meeting ended, you managed to catch up to Taesan who seemed very eager to leave. 

“Hey. You heard what the manger said right? Here’s my number and I think you should come over tomorrow. We can spend a bit of time getting to know each other.” 

“Getting to know each other in what ways?” His question may have been innocent but his smirk and the glint in his eyes suggested otherwise.  

“Ugh. You know what I mean. Anyway give me your number too so I can send you my address.” 

Grabbing your phone, he inputs his contact information, adding your number onto his phone at the same time. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He gives you a two finger salute before turning his back and speeds off. His arrogance and cockiness was getting to you.

It was exactly 6pm when you heard the doorbell ring in your apartment. You didn’t even have to check as you knew that Taesan would be coming over as you had organised over a short chain of texts. He wasn’t much of a talker in person nor over text. Communicating with him made you want to rip his hair out in hopes for some sort of reaction. What did his fans see in him? 

“Come on in. You can sit here. Is there anything you want to eat or drink? We can order dinner if you haven’t eaten yet?” 

“I haven’t actually. Have you?”

“No I haven’t either.” 

The conversation was almost awkward as the two of you sat in the lingering conflict of your online presences. 

“I’ll order food in that case,” he uttered. 

“No it’s ok. I’ve got this. You are my guest after all,” you interject, pulling out your phone from your pocket.

“Well too bad, already ordered. Hope you’re hungry for some pizza,” Taesan says whilst showing off his phone screen, flashing a subtle mischievous grin. 

Slightly thrown off by the speed at which he ordered, you proceeded to ask him questions about his life and the reason why he started pursuing this career as a camboy. This was your attempt at breaking the ice, yet it felt as though the ice was far from being broken. 

“Can I get a tour of your apartment?” His question sprung up on you so suddenly but you were glad that he was taking some sort of initiative. 

“Of course. Follow me.” 

You take him around each room, showing him the kitchen, the main bedroom, and bathroom. You then reach the door furthest away. You hesitated a bit, wondering if it was acceptable to show him your streaming room. From what you remembered it was neat and clean but it felt almost too intimate to be sharing on the first meeting. But in the name of ice breaking, you opened the door letting him in so he could take a look. 

“This is the room I use to stream. That’s my filming setup and that’s the bed obviously. Oh and the lights change colours too.”

You begin fiddling around with remote control switching between the different colours as a way of showing him the different options. 

“What’s in there?” He asks, clearly pointing at the set of drawers beside the bed. 

“Oh umm…that’s just my toys and stuff. I get a lot of PR so I ended up getting a drawer to organise it.” Your cheeks flushed a shade of pink, embarrassed to suddenly be revealing the intimate parts of your home and of yourself.

“I see. Have you used them all then? On your streams?” 

“Mhmm. Mostly yeah. I test them out before the stream and if all is good then yeah I use them.” You feign your confidence trying to answer his questions of sudden curiosity. You didn’t want to make things any more awkward than they already were.  

“Can you show me how you use them?” His tone was sly and almost teasing as he eyes you up and down, the grin on his face growing wider by the second. 

The thumping in your chest grows louder, as your mind goes blank. You were baffled and confused. How were you supposed to respond to that? 

“I mean we’re going to be fucking each other on a stream anyway so might as well get a head start now.” 

Where did all this come from? His nonchalance vanished into thin air as he presented a new version of himself to you: curious, teasing and eager. 

“Umm… yeah you’re right. I guess it’s fine then. This is just a headstart.” 

When you were trying to make things less awkward between you two, you had no idea it would end up here with Taesan in your streaming room asking to watch you use your toys on yourself. The usual confidence you possessed on camera lacked in real life, so you were just a stuttering mess.

“Which one do you want me to use?” Your voice managed to say. 

“Let me have a look.” 

He takes himself to the drawer opening each and every one as he rummages around trying to find the perfect toy for you to use. After careful consideration, he decided on an 8 inch purple, vibrating dildo, handing it over to you. 

“This one. Show me how you use it.” His demands were sharp and straightforward but the undertones of his commands were more playful. 

Initially, you were unsure about it but with each word that came out his mouth, the larger the pool grew between your legs. Hence, you were quick to remove your jeans, leaving you in just your white underwear which was already soaked wet, earning you a smirk from Taesan. 

You began prepping yourself, using your fingers to rub over your clothed clit. You craved more tho and this was obvious with the way your hips began grinding against your own hand. Ridding yourself of your panties, your long fingers were quick to dip into your wet core, pumping them slowly, stretching your walls to make sure you could fit the dildo. 

You hadn’t noticed but Taesan had helped himself to the chair near your desk, spreading his legs and leaving his bulge visible. As you eyed his hard-on through his black jeans, you grabbed the dildo and turned on the vibration setting to its lowest speed, ensuring you eased your way into it. You place the tip at your entrance, the vibrations sending jolts of shock up your spine. You continue to push it up inside your pussy as the vibrations had you squirming, feeling sensitive to the rhythmic pulses. 

In the meantime, Taesan had pulled his jeans and boxers down below his knees as his cock stands straight at an impressive length against his clothed torso. His hands run along his thighs before giving his balls a firm squeeze, precum oozing down his shaft. 

You finally start to pump the dildo inside your pussy, increasing the vibration to the next level, causing your knees to shake. Your eyes catch Taesan’s before you notice his large hands stroking his cock violently, matching the pace of your own movements. 

“You’re so sexy, Y/n. I bet you get told that a lot but it’s true. Look at you rolling your eyes like such a slut.” 

His voice much lower than before, sent goosebumps up your arms. The shift in his personality was unexpected and you got a sense of thrill from that. 

“Go faster. Push that fucking toy into you faster. Pretend it’s my dick ramming into you.” 

You did just as he said, slamming the dildo against your pussy, the top abusing the wall of your cervix every time. 

“Such an obedient little slut. Bet your male viewers wank off to you just like I am right now. Bet that gets you really turned on.” 

“Fuck Taesa- aghhh!” Your moans echo through the room as they escape your mouth freely. Your mask wasn’t there to block the sound this time. Taesan’s groans also grow louder as he strokes his cock aggressively. 

“I’m gonna cum!” You moan, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your high build up in every muscle of your body. 

“Cum for me bitch.” 

With one last stroke, your insides explode as a clear liquid squirts out onto Taesan who was now standing up in front of you. Mere seconds later, he reaches his own high, whining as he shoots his cum on your stomach, making an even bigger mess of you and your sheets. 

“Shit, you look so hot right now. Makes me wanna mark you up. I’ll leave that for next time though,” he taunts, running a hand through his hair as he stands above you half naked. 

“I didn’t know you had it in you to be so…you know…not stoic?” 

“That side only comes out when it needs to. Don’t get your hopes up.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his arrogance. You found it annoying at first but now you could see why many found it charming. He was deserving of his popularity. 

Now that you’d seen this side of him, you were beginning to look forward to the collab stream. 

[blue-arkhamknight]

Omg hiiii you seem cool ! And I’ve had this Jason Todd idea in my head for a bit so

What if the reader is basically his nurse he comes to her for every little cut to actual serious injuries

And this is normal but one night when he stops by to have her help with something small he realizes she sick ,fever ,chills the works and she’s stubborn but he wants to help his nurse

Just some good hurt comfort ,kinda the tables have turned

This could also totally be written as gender neutral reader instead of fem

Have a good day !

Tysm!! I actually love this idea. I have delivered (not too much well though) . Thank you for requesting and have a good day too!

Images do not belong to me and I am not a doctor or a nurse! This is all with my Dr. Mike knowledge.

I changed it a bit sorry 😿

Chicken Soup and Netflix.

Warnings: Sick reader and some deep brief detail about the sickness.

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Jason is… a bit odd to say the least. Very tall and muscular with the peculiar trait to have his face scrunched up in the waiting room of one of Gotham’s hospitals. You might ask, well what’s Jason doing there? Simple, he got a cut. Slicing some apples that his lazy brother Dick didn’t want to slice himself.

But he didn’t go there to see any nurse that could quickly attend him. No, that’d be too easy! Might as well just buy a simple bandaid and stick it on his finger then call it a day, which he absolutely can. He just doesn’t want to. This time and like any other time he went to that hospital (which was all the time) he asked for the same specific nurse. You.

“Alright, Jason. To what do I have the pleasure of seeing you for the sixth time in four days?” you questioned as you finally attended Jason. He still glared at you because for his logic, you took too long in attending him. Reality was that you were just working on a patient that was going to get a CT scan, after all, patients should be hydrated before the scans… And you were not feeling well in all honesty. Of course, Jason noticed your held in sneezes and cold shivers, but he didn’t say anything for now, fearing he would be wrong and make a fool of himself.

He held up his left index finger, showing the small cut on full display. “I cut myself.” he explained dryly as you stared at him like he was the dumbest person on Earth. You silently sighed, at the sight of his dumb cut, but also because you felt like absolute crap. “You do know about the existence of bandaids, right?” you said as you pulled out a box of them after you questioned him on how the cut occurred like with any patient. There was no need for an experienced doctor here and waste their time like you were wasting yours, even if you felt the slightest pang of something by Jason’s often demands to be attended by you out of everyone on the field.

“This is very serious! It could get infected and I need medical assistance.” he quickly defended himself. He was cradling his finger as if it would fall off. Your eyes looked at the tiny cut while you held in that very annoyed eye roll. Once you had ‘cured’ him as he called it, he stopped with the frowns. He was indeed sad that it was quick, but hey. It’s a win situation for him because got to see your face!

“Achoo!”. What? Jason’s head immediately whipped from where he was standing at the door to behind him. His hand dropped from the door knob and moved his body to face you. “…Are you sick?” he asked with his normal stoic voice, though his face was the smallest bit softer than usual. “What- no, no, no!” you rapidly declined with a very, very stubborn frown, though you were wrong. So wrong. Chills, shivers, fever, and held in coughs and sneezes.

How had he not noticed?! You looked awful and he hadn’t helped! “Sit down.” he said, though it sounded much more harsher than he intended it to be and what made it sound like a command when it wasn’t. Which rightfully so, it earned a deeper frown and a scoff from you. Truly, he was as stoic as a rock, but of course that didn’t stop the pang on his heart. The one that screamed at him ‘Stop being a nuisance and help!’, but shhh shhhh! He needs to be nonchalant, guys! Though he was always welcomed to be as chalant as he wanted.

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After lots and lots and lots and lots of talking he finally did it. Jason convinced you to leave work and call in sick. With of course the very logical excuse that a nurse shouldn’t go to work ill, they will get sick other patients and potentially making them feel worse. Guilt tripping much, but you had to admit. The guy had a very good point.

Conveniently, Jason got to be your ride home. Again, he reasoned that you shouldn’t go on the bus and risk getting people sick. “But what about you, smart ass?” you asked sarcastically, though your words held deep inside concern of getting sick this regular patient with whom you’ve had deep talks like good friends. It all held its own deep meaning nonetheless, the glances he stole, the scoffs, the frowns, the eye rolls, and the effort he put into seeing you at the hospital. Every small injury he got, intentional or not, was an excuse to see you.

“You’ve helped me enough. Let me be of use this time.” he said as his motorcycle came to a stop. Jason hopped out first, carefully taking your hand and helping you get down. Though before you could say thank you, or huff at him, you quickly had to cover your mouth and sneeze, making you sigh and disinfect your hands so you could later wash them. You groaned at the cold, violently shivering while you walked up to your apartment complex. Jason trailed behind you in deep thought. Suddenly there was a welcoming warmth around your shoulders, a brown jacket.

If Jason could admit, it was definitely freezing. He had taken off his own jacket for your own safety. Not wanting your state to get any worse and as much as he doesn’t want to admit, he absolutely despises the horrible condition you are in. He doesn’t like it. Not the paleness, the shivering, the sneezes, the disgusting phlegm sounding coughs, and the eye bags. In conclusion? He had the case of being utterly worried and hiding it behind a stoic mask.

Clearly his jacket was welcomed since you didn’t give any sign of protest, other than huff. Even if you still didn’t want to admit it you were sick as hell and he was going to leave you alone. After all, you had helped him too many damn times with the dumbest stuff. As you both made it through the complex he saw an elevator and quickly guided you to it. “Number.” he said gruffly, leaving you confused, “Number?…” you repeated as a question. He grumbled looking at you, “Floor number.” Jason specified, making you mentally go: ‘Ohhhhh.’. “Right- Sixth floor.” you said looking at him as he gave a nod and pressed the elevator button with the number six on it.

Shortly you went into a coughing fit, covering your mouth. Jason took a notice, his hand snaking to your back and slightly patting your back. He could feel the violent shivers. Once the elevator opened and he made sure you stopped coughing, he gently pushed you off the floor elevator and trailed behind. You started walking towards your apartment. Opening the door you turned to him.

“…You can.. uh come in if you want.” you muttered, your voice getting hoarser by the time. Jason, still internally concerned gave a nod waiting for you to get inside. “How’s your finger? Still lethal?” you asked as you stepped inside, trying to loosen the tense air. He shrugged, looking at his index finger that wore the smallest bandage, “…I suppose I can last a few more hours.” he said following your tone. A hum escaped your throat, “Maybe you need some IV’s.” you said as he stepped behind you and closed the door, getting a “Definitely.” from him.

You settled down your stuff, crashing down in the couch and thats all Jason needed. He looked around and walked to the kitchen, looking for stuff to at least make a soup for you. Surprisingly he isn’t a bad cook. Grabbing the necessary ingredients to make a simple chicken soup. You looked at him from the couch, eyes lidded with exhaustion and a twinge of guilt.

“You don’t have to cook you kn-“ you spoke up, getting cut off by a stern stare of him making your sentence die down. He opened a cabinet after another, stopping when he found medicine, reading each of the labels until he saw one that was needed for your symptoms. He finished cooking the soup and poured it into a bowl and set it aside to cool down a bit. Jason then opened your fridge to grab a water bottle. His steps echoed through the silent apartment.

He stopped in front of you, handing you the bottle of water and the medicine, fixing his jacket so it covered you and kept you warm and sat you up. “Thanks…” you mumbled and took them as you sat up with his help on the couch. Jason gave another nod, “Yeah no problem.” he answered. He walked again to the kitchen and grabbed the soup bowl, a spoon and went to sit next to you. Gently, he handed you the bowl and looked around. Seeing this you gave him the TV control and he gladly took it.

Jason played a random movie in your Netflix account as you ate slowly the soup he had carefully made, his jacket around you. Your legs were in a butterfly position on the couch and slowly leaned your head on his shoulder while you kept eating the soup. Then there was a weight on your own head and another around your shoulders, his thumb rubbing against your shoulder. “Guess who’s the nurse now?” he teased, making you roll your eyes, but at last, it was nice to be taken care of instead to take care of.

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SORRY IF THIS WAS BAD!! English isn’t my first language, but I’m trying to be better at writing!! Hope you liked it a little bit.

[impish-baby]

I'm so glad you're alright! Take all the time you need and take care of yourself! I would like to request a fic on a vampire couple and their kidnapped adopted kiddo who can regress into a very small headspace? Like about 0-5? Thank you for your time and do make sure to drink some water today, these days are kinda hot.

Vampire Dad Caregivers x recently turned! Reader Drabble - 🍼🦇

"Oh, I know, I know, little one.." Tallon coos, moving his fledgling to be cradled against his chest. Quiet echos go through the bond of hungry, hungry, hungry. How cute. But the most precious of all is the occasional love, love, sire.

You had been such a fierce thing at first, clawling and scratching at anything you could reach. Just a misguided child not knowing what's good for them, you're sure to thank both your fathers for taking you under their wings after you've come to your senses a little more. He's certain of that.

Thoren knows that won't be for a long while though, you're nothing more than a fresh babe born into a new world.

"Here.." Your fangs are still coming in, he bites his own wrist before holding it up to your mouth for you to drink from. "There, darling, papa will make sure your belly is full so you can grow up to be a big scary vampire like him." A chuckle, "well, maybe not that scary, I don't think something as cute as you could even frighten a mouse."

It really is adorable watching you eat, if only you wouldn't yank his hair.

"Now, sweetheart.." Thoren grunts, gently trying to pry your hand away from the lock threatening to be pulled from his head. "That's not nice, is it? We don't pull Papa's hair, it hurts." His mother wasn't lying when she said babies can have a ridiculous amount of strength when they want to, your hand has a death grip on him.

"My love, would you fancy a bit of help?"

Rune's lithe figure rises from a shadow dancing along the wall, gracefully coming over to the bed. "You should be wiser than having your hair down around that little devil."

"Don't scold me." Thoren sighs with relief when his partner manages to get his hair free and ties it back for him. Thank the gods. "I thought I'd be safe for one feeding."

"Right.." Rune giggles, stealing you out of the other vampire's arms. "Pup, you have to bully your Papa while I'm here so I can laugh at him! Come on, we're partners in crime, aren't we?" He presses a plethora of kisses across your cheeks, a wide grin splitting his face as you squeal at the sudden affection. "Come on, we can play a little before it's naptime."

(A/N: I hope this was ok, anon!! It's actually freezing where I live- (at least it feels that way.. most of the year it's 110+ here) but thank you for the reminder, I do need to drink more water! ^^)

[bots-and-cons]

Can we have a scenario (or headcanons if they're going to be easier to write for you! ^-^) for Megatron with a human gender neutral soulmate, who was his friend back on Cyberton and ended up dying in the war only for their spark to somehow reincarnate within a human frame?

A/N: I was thinking I was just gonna write HCs for this, but I decided to do a short scenario instead. I decided to do this as romantic (or at least the reader and Megatron were romantically involved in the past), even though you said “friend”, because I love the drama lol. I want to make a multipart thing out of this, so this is just the start (at least I hope I remember to write more parts…). I think this ended up kinda mediocre, but I don't careeeeeeeeeeee

You had been with the autobots for a while now, this was the first time you had actually come face to face with him. Optimus had thrown Megatron, and while you had managed to scamper out of the way, he was right there, just a few meters away from you. He raised his head and he was staring right at you. There was something so familiar about those optics, but you didn’t understand why, you’d never seen him in person before, you’d barely even seen pictures. You didn’t scream, and you didn’t move a muscle, for a moment, you just stared at each other, as if frozen in time.

Megatron just stared at you for a brief moment. He didn’t know why, but there was something so incredibly familiar about you. He’d never seen you before, he didn’t even know the autobots had a human pet. It wasn’t the way you looked, he didn’t recognize anything about you really, but the feeling he got, was something he’d forgotten long ago.

Before he could do anything, the magic was broken by someone yelling: “(Name)! Get out of here!”

It was like time started moving again, and you realized what a terrifying situation you were in. You got on your feet as quickly as you could and started moving away from him. Megatron got up swiftly as well and turned to face the prime that had just thrown him moments before. He didn’t know why he didn’t just grab you, you had still been within reach and would have made a great hostage. It didn’t matter now, he had his nemesis to face.

Megatron was the worst of the worst, no doubt about it, but you realized you weren’t scared when you were face to face with him. You actually felt an odd sensation of familiarity when you looked into his optics. How could that be? You’d never met him before, and you were quite sure you never wanted to meet him again. You’d heard about the atrocities he’d committed from the autobots, but you had a feeling they hadn’t told you the half of it. That was probably for the best, you didn’t need to know, you didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to give him another thought, but for some reason you just couldn’t seem to let it go. There was just something about him that bothered you.

Once the autobots had retreated and Megatron had returned to the Nemesis, he couldn’t get you out of his head. He felt restless and he didn’t like that. He wasn’t really sure what the feeling he felt when he saw you was, but he didn’t like it either. It reminded him of someone in his past, that he didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about, not anymore at least. He just didn’t understand why. How could a puny human remind him of someone he’d once held so dear? It just didn’t make any sense to him.

[midnightrain-and-cleandays]

I'm a be honest. At first, I didn't like Glinda in the Wicked movie. Mainly because she’s fake and a "nice girl." Like I could see the toxic relationship there, and I didn't like it. However, she grew on me. She did end up caring about Elphaba, even though there were some narcissistic tendencies appearing every now and then. Also, I like the fact that Prince Fireyo cared. They didn't just make him a selfish male lead, which makes sense considering who he turns out to be in the Wizard of OZ timeline/movie.

Im gonna try and explain my thoughts without sounding rude (because around here I respect opinions and believe everyone has a right to their own thoughts)

(Understand we don’t send hate around here if you see this post feel free to join the conversation but don’t be hatful you will get blocked💚💗)

We have to understand glinda is supposed to be like this but it’s also because it’s an act, Glinda is just as sacred of rejection as Elphaba is. And I genuinely do believe she cares for elphie while yes it can be a little toxic Glinda cares and genuinely it was the first time someone cared for Glinda without wanting something from her or wanting her to be perfect and Glinda was the first person to not “ hate “on elphie not cause she was green (while yes she did make jokes about it) but because she was just jealous Elphie was getting what glinda always dreamed of . But I think she saw Elphie potential and I think she genuinely was rooting for Elphie.

A couple secens we see Glinda truly care for Elphie was the delete scene where Elphaba father is there to say goodbye to her for the emerald city and Glinda basically comes in giving him the stink eye cause he was being rude like he always is towards elphie.

Next is the Oz dust ballroom scene. When feyrio says “she doesn’t care what anyone thinks “ and glinda like “yes she does “ it’s the first time someone truly sees Elphie as someone who just wants to be seen and can fit in. Because several scenes ago when Glinda and Elphie first met Elpbie called Glinda out when she said “I could care less what anyone thinks “ “you couldn’t “ “pardon “ “you couldn’t care less what anyone thinks and that’s not true “.

Glinda and Elphaba are two characters who are kinda the same but very different.

I believe Glinda just like Elphie wants to help but Glinda knows she can do better if she on the inside.

Both want to be seen and heard and both. They did that for each other even if it took them “loathing “ each other for them to actually do it.

Glinda saw Elphie how she wanted to be seen and Elphie saw Glinda how she wanted to be seen.

[anxiousapplepie]

Do "grey" roses exist, or are black and white two extremes with no middle ground [outside of, y'know, actual colors] ALSO since pink is technically light red, is there a definite line between what counts as a tinted red and a regular pink rose, or is it sort of subjective? I bet that kind of thing REALLY bugs city-roses, since they seem to care a lot about that kind of stuff. In general are 'unclear' colors a thing? Like SUPER dark colors that aren't actually black, and things like reddish orange and purpish pinks?

sorry for so many questions about semantics that probably aren't all that important. I LOVE nit-picking and overthinking things!!

"Grey Roses" do not exist. Obviously the color grey is a thing, but just like how Dragons are associated with green, grey is the color associated with another race in the RK world. The is a very blurry line between colors, and most City Roses officially call you a "pink" or a "tinted red" or any other color based on your magic abilities. And you bet your socks the City Roses get REAL pretentious about what 'color' you are, even though it is mostly subjective and not at all a good way to judge someone's worth as a person or their skills in battle. Unclear colors are a thing! There's a fair few Roses that dance between the line of colors; the tones between red-pink-purple is vast, and Oranges historically used to be an 'unclear' color. There's a lot of negative stereotypes connected with Oranges still (and I'm so sorry Jim they're kinda accurate for you XD) Shaded Roses like dark reds and oranges and purples are a thing! But most City Roses will assume if you're going to be that kind of 'dark color', you're aiming to become a Black Rose. And getting your hair/magic to turn 100% black takes a lot of dedication, and unless being a Black Rose comes naturally to you it WILL be hard to keep your hair a darker color. MATE BUDDY MY PAL no worries about these questions that gave me the perfect excuse to ramble about the color lore I've spent a year trying to figure out! And trust me. THE COLORS ARE SO IMPORTANT, it's like! 70% of the main plot and it will come up in the pop quiz >:3

[fenya-scribbles]

Blind - Part 1

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Part 2

Pairing: Felix x fem!Reader

Other Characters: Jisung, Minho

Summary: You're not having a great night, but revelations are made and actions have consequences.

Genre: fluff?, friends to lovers

Content warnings: alcohol consumption, jealousy

Word Count: 1,273

A/N: This one got away from me, but I kinda still like it. Also Minsung is a thing here, because have you seen the on stage back hugs? I have. I'm still not okay.

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You hated parties. Especially when you only knew the person who dragged you there in the first place. And this party in particular turned into more and more of a nightmare by the minute. You were sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair in the garden of whichever of Felix’s friends hosted the party, and watched Felix talk to an unnervingly pretty girl who made the most obvious heart eyes at him. And you hated everything about this.  

Having a social butterfly as a best friend had always been difficult for your introverted self, but you just couldn’t imagine a life without Felix. He was your bubbly, beautiful, funny ray of sunshine. Your best friend who you trusted with your life. He was also the man you’d been in love with for the past 3 years. And you kept it under wraps as well as you could. Because there wasn’t a chance in hell you would ruin this friendship by confessing to him and finding that he didn’t feel the same.  

But Felix was pretty. He was downright gorgeous. And it went beyond his looks, Felix was pretty on the inside. He was kind, respectful, considerate. He was funny and smart and just wonderful in every conceivable way. When he looked at you with his bright grin, your heart made cartwheels in your chest. When he hugged you, he sent goose bumps all over your body. But he didn’t know. I couldn’t know.  

You took another sip of your mediocre and very alcoholic cocktail and sighed. It was your third glass, and you didn’t know what they put in there, but it sure didn’t work. This was not how you’d imagined the night going. But it wasn’t surprising either. Wherever Felix went, he ended up making new friends and there was always as least one person hitting on him. It was tiring, really, but you couldn’t do anything about it.  

“You look miserable”, a voice said, dragging you from your thoughts. You looked up to find one of Felix’s friends stand in front of you. He looked at you curiously, hair loosely framing his handsome face. “Nah, I’m fine”, you said, trying to get out of the conversation before it had even started. “You’re not though”, he said. “Tell me what’s wrong!” He pouted, giving you his best boba eyes. He was adorable, you had to admit. You sighed.  

“Jisung, right?” He gave you an affirmative hum, as he sat down in the empty chair next to you. “Now, Y/N, what’s wrong? Why are you sad at my party?” He remembered your name. You were always surprised when that happened, but it did drag the smallest smile from your lips. It didn’t last long though, because your eyes wandered back to Felix and the girl. You sighed.  

“I see”, Jisung said, following your line of sight, “you’re crushing on Lixie.” “I’m not!”, you replied too quickly and immediately covered your blushing face with your hands. “You so are”, he said, “and I get it. I’ve been there.” You lowered your hands and stared at him. “What?” He giggled. “Yeah, way back when I first met him. Followed him around like a puppy.” “How did you get over him?” Jisung grinned and pointed towards another guy who was currently opening a beer bottle with a chopstick. “Minho. Showed me was real love is.” “So, I just need to find my Minho?”, you asked. “That depends.” “On?” “Do you want to get over Lixie? Or do you really only want him?” 

Exasperated, you threw your head back and let out a groan. “I see”, Jisung said again, still grinning. You had a feeling he enjoyed this conversation far more than you did. “Why don’t you tell him?”, Jisung asked. “Are you insane?” “Just curious, actually.” You sighed. “He’s my best friend.” Jisung raised his eyebrows. “I know. So?” “So, I don’t want to lose that.” Jisung huffed. “I call bullshit. I’m best friends with Minho. You wouldn’t lose that if you got together.”  

You sighed. “You don’t get it.” “No, I do. You think he doesn’t like you back. Which is ridiculous.” Jisung looked at Felix now, watching him brush something off the pretty girl’s shoulder. “You are insane”, you said, taking another sip of your drink, “And blind.” “Oh, her?”, Jisung said, now actively pointing at the girl who seemingly had Felix wrapped around her finger, going by the way he laughed at her every word. “Nah, he’s just trying to make you jealous. She’s in on it.” 

The grin on Jisung’s face was almost as bright as the one you loved so much on Felix. “What?!” Your eyes wandered from him to Felix and back again. “You’re shitting me.” “No, I’m serious.” “No way! You’ve just had too much to drink.” Jisung huffed. “That’s rich, coming from you.” He gestured at the now empty glass in your hand.  

“What? This stuff does nothing”, you replied with a shrug. He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?” “I’m not making up nonsense, now, am I?”, you retorted. Jisung shook his head with a laugh before yelling “Jagi, can you come here for a sec” towards Minho. The older one turned his head, said something to the two guys he’d been talking to and made his way over to you.  

“What’s up?”, he said as he reached you. “She doesn’t believe me that Lix is trying to make her jealous and that Hana is in on it”, Jisung explained. “So, she’s blind?” Jisung let out a short laugh and then boxed his boyfriend in the side. “Be nice, babe.” Minho giggled. “Alright, alright. It’s true”, he said to you, “I heard them plan it out.” “You’re for real?” You stared at him with narrow eyes. “So real”, he replied, and for whatever reason, you believed him.  

You had to blink multiple times to process the information you had just been given. Felix, your best friend, who you’d been in love with for 3 years now, was currently talking and giggling and getting touchy with a pretty girl to make you jealous? How could that be real? It sounded like a wild fantasy to you. A ridiculous dream. Because that would mean that he liked you too. Your heart lurched in your chest at the thought.  

And then, without even noticing it fully, you got up and walked over to him. He beamed when he saw you coming, looking more beautiful than ever and for a moment your knees went weak – thankfully, you didn’t stumble over your own two feet. “You!”, you said when you reached him, finger firmly planted on his chest. “Yes?”, he said, eyebrows raised in anticipation. 

That’s when the alcohol hit. The world started spinning, your legs gave out, your balance was gone in an instant. Suddenly, you were caught mid-fall by two strong and very familiar arms. “Had a bit much to drink, did we?”, Felix said with a smirk. You stared at him, his face so pretty but also slightly blurry. “You!”, you said again, more slurred this time. And you knew there was more you wanted to say, but your brain stopped cooperating. “I think we should call it a night”, Felix giggled.  

The rest of the night was a blur. The alcohol really did a number on you, and at some point you promised yourself to never again drink cocktails with unknown amounts of booze in them. Everything got very hazy and all you were really sure of was that Felix was by your side until your head hit a pillow and your mind drifted into a dreamless sleep. 

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Masterlist

[kumikokane]

Moonlight song competition cards

SR Whitney R. Bristol

"O-oh man, there's so many people... I sure hope March actually got the dress code correct."

SR March Hawthorne

"Hah! Nah, I totally nailed the dress code. See? I know what I'm doing. Just sit back and have fun, I'll take care of the complicated stuff."

Some art I made for @sunnysidesevenup 's event! This was really fun, I enjoyed the ocean-esque theme a lot. Here's the full body outfits I designed for them:

For Whitney, I decided I wanted to go with a jellyfish inspired look. The little ribbons attached to her skirt are supposed to be like tentacles, and the layers are transparent because a lot of jellyfish are too. I drew her barefoot here, but in my mind thats really only during the actual preformence. She'd bring a pair of sandles or flats to wear around town, cause concrete and sand get HOT in the sun. I've burned my feet way too many times going to the beach. I also added a little clock to her headpiece, because she's inspired by the white rabbit but I couldn't figure out how else to incorporate the staple pocket watch. I absolutely adore the way her outfit turned out, but all the layers being transparent makes them such a pain to draw LMAO 😭 Never again....... *I whisper as I imagine myself drawing a groovy art for her*

For March's, I didn't really think an animal theme would fit him? So instead I decided to take some inspiration from sunken treasure chests/pirate ships. I gave him a coin belt cause gold coins, he's also wearing a net because it kinda makes me think of worn down sails and stuff. I replaced his usual clunky earring with huge pearls, and instead of a headpiece I had him stick stray pieces of coral in his hair. The leaves on his right knee are supposed to be like seaweed, and the outfit is covered in barnacles because uh. Yeah! I'm so bad at explaining things sorry guys 😔 I'm just praying yall see the vision

Along with the drawings, I also wrote a little story! I'm gonna leave it at the bottom so you don't have to scroll through it to read my notes. It's not very long, but I had free time and thought it'd be fun to write something about how they got to the competition in the first place, since it wasn't by conventional means. I don't write often, but I might write a little more for this when I have free time. I've got a little story going on in my head and it'd be cool to try and put it somewhere. Any criticism is appreciated, I'm always looking to improve my writing skills :) Once again, this was a lot of fun to make! Both the story and the outfits, and I'm happy I could participate. Not good at putting my thoughts out but uh ⭐️ gold star!

"So... That's it? That's why Cay Cay the cake slice is gonna be gone?" March tilted his head to the side, the large piercings on his ears clattering against his phone mic. "Arlo, Arlo.... Sounds familiar. I'm sure I've heard that name pass my ears before. Can't really remember though- he must not be important. Well, maybe a little bit if Cater knows him."

Whitney winces, adjusting the grip she had on her phone as she walked back and forth in her empty dorm room. "Uh, I-I think that's.. Well, I mean..." She sighs, trying to find the words. "You don't go to our school, so of course you wouldn't know people from here. I'm more surprised the name actually sounds familiar to you, I didn't think you've heard of anyone outside of Heartslabyul."

"Oh, he's not a Heartslabyul student? Makes more sense. What's he look like, then? Maybe I saw him in passing once, or something." March tries his best to recall any information he might have on anyone named Arlo.

"Arlo..? Uh, well... He has like, black fluffy hair with blonde bangs. And greenish eyes? I think?" Whitney stops, trying to think of any good descriptions of him. "Oh, he's short. Shorter than me. He's part of the newspaper club. Um... He's likes to take pictures of flowers and stuff."

"Huh... Little guy who likes to take pictures?" March scratches at his head. "... Oh. Oh! OH! Ha, that's the little loverboy!" He suddenly starts laughing hysterically.

"Little... Loverboy? That's not really a word I think most people would use to describe him. A-are you sure we're talking about the same person..?"

"Absolutely! I know the little guy veryyy well! Even if he doesn't know a lot about me." March takes a swig from his water bottle, still trying to calm down his laughter. "Oh, man! Imagining him, singing? That's hilarious, I didn't think he had it in him."

Whitney's ears twitch as she listens to March laugh. "Uh... Okay, explanation? Maybe..?? When you say it like that, i-it just sounds like you're stalking him."

"Oh please, he wishes I was stalking him. Almost everything I know about him is against my will. Yeah, I call him loverboy because he's like... Dating Neige, or something. I don't really know, but Neige will sometimes spend the entirety of lunch gushing about the guy. I call him little because, he's short. And it makes him mad when I call him little."

"So... You have met him? Since when? He doesn't come anywhere near Heartslabyul. At least, I haven't seen him around here."

"Yeah, once. Maybe twice, I can't remember. Neige was talking about the guy so much I just had to see what all the buzz was about. He was so angry, like a little Chihuahua, it was fucking hilarious bro." He says, chucking at the memory. "But yeah, I just followed Neige here once to meet him before going to the unbirthday party."

"You followed Neige to meet Arlo? It still sounds like you're stalking him, March. Do I need to report you to school security? I have the app, you know."

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. As if your shitty headmage would do anything about it anyways." March rolls his eyes, thinking about the NRC headmage. The only way he could picture the guy actually doing anything is if it made it on the news or something. "Back to the topic at hand, please? So, do you know where the town is?"

".. Huh..?" She pauses again. "Uh, no, not really. B-but if you need the address, Cater would probably give it to you." Whitney takes a seat at her bed now, a bad feeling crawling up her spine.

"Nah, won't ask him. The town's name is what again? We can find it on Google maps or something." Shuffling comes from the other side of the phone. "You're on speaker now, say hi to the wind."

Whitney frowned, not liking the way the conversation was heading. "We? Wait, why- Hi wind... W-why do we need to figure out where the town is? I'm sure Cater will remember to post pictures and videos, if that's what you want-"

"Nah, this ain't about him Nini. We're gonna go to the competition too." March declares, texting Whitney a link on Google maps to the town's location. "Look, see? It's not that bad. We don't even need a car or anything, you can just create a rabbit hole and boom! We'll be there in no time."

"You want to go to the competition?! Why?!" Whitney yells out louder then intended, suddenly covering her mouth and whispering into the phone. "W-we can't go! We weren't invited!"

"Really? So what if we weren't invited? It's a public event, isn't it? We don't need anyone's permission to be there. It'll be easy, we'll just go sign up and preform and then win the big grand prize at the end! You don't even have to sing, you can just sit back and look pretty while I enchant the crowd with my dazzling vocals. Hear, listen-" March takes a deep breath, preparing to demonstrate his singing skills.

"No!" Whitney interrupts, "Y-you don't get it! They all know who I am! Everyone i-in the group he brought along- Arlo knows who I am! A-and I don't think he likes me very much..." She says with a dejected tone, unbraiding her hair to try and de-stress. "I-I can't just show up to his home town for some event! Do you know how weird that is?? He's in the newspaper club too, he'll probably tell everyone what a creep I am and then everyone at school will know! 'Hey guys, uhh you know that weird bunny girl from class C? Yeahhh she like totally followed me to my hometown and then tried to play it off by bringing her friend with her.' I can't live like that!"

March scowls, huffing loudly into the phone mic to voice his displeasure. "Well, first of all don't interrupt me. Second of all, there's no reason to freak out. He's just an asshole who hates everyone, his hatred won't be specifically aimed at you. If anything, he'll probably aim it at me cause I like pissing him off- Always remember Nini, please everyone is hard. Making everyone mad is easy, and funny."

Whitney stays silent, brushing through her hair with her fingers. "... I-I don't know, March. Even if nobody will hate my guts for the rest of my school life..." She trails off, not knowing how to finish her sentence.

March groans dramatically at this, moving his phone closer to his mouth as he speaks. "Nini! You're such a party pooper cause you're so indecisive. I'm making the decision for you, we're going to the competition. You're gonna have fun, so quit fussing about every little detail! One of these days we're gonna get you some benzodiazpines for whatever anxiety you got, I swear." March mumbles the last part under his breath, rolling his eyes. "I'll do all the planning and stuff, just be ready to head out by tomorrow, k? I guess by like, 3 or something. Great, bye!"

"W-what? March, wait-!" She tries to stop, but March suddenly hangs up the phone on her, leaving her alone in the quiet dorm. She sighs, taking out her pocket watch to check the time. "3pm tomorrow..? We'd probably arrive before Arlo's group does. I'll have to take all my assignments with me, and triple tell Riddle that I'll be leaving. And pick out all my money for the trip to make sure we don't starve..." Whitney frowns, not exactly fond of this suddenly change in her usual schedule. "I hate taking trips..." She shakes her head, her ears twitching again as she stands up from her bed and looks around. "... Well, we're doing this I guess. Better start preparing.."

Thanks for reading!

[pruneunfair]

Also if you don't mind asking, what is the villainess) female antagonists like rashta, Marianne, Cosette, Yvonne, Freya, Diana, Soleia, etc animal pets will fit in them?

sorry this took so long to answer. Your question was actually put on a list for questions to turn into full on posts and it unfortunately got delayed, I'm sorry for the hassle.

A lamb for the innocence she once had before the palace ruined her. After she was corrupted I imagine the lamb would become more rabid in order to protect itself.

I don't think Rhyse knows bread is actually bad for ducks and would keep feeding them it anyway.

There's a lot of bird symbolism already in COBYB but this image I found low key fits Claudine the best given how she is stuck as only a wife and it could also symbolize her more self centered behaviors.

One of those really prissy cats that don't listen to what you ask of them. The type you spoil and they won't even sit on your lap unless it's on their own time.

All I knew was is that it had to be a snake. No other explanation, girl just loves her snakes.

This dog except it's covered in extra accessories and put in a purse to be taken everywhere regardless of any no dogs allowed rules because Sumin is honestly a menace who would claim her purse dog is a service dog. (Not sure if Sumin should have access to pets 😅)

Have you ever heard of chronic wasting disease? The deer is an unfortunate victim of the disease which is slowly killing it and I think it symbolizes Yvonne well knowing she's basically a walking corpse.

This is a skin walker. According to the Navajo, they are malevolent witches who have the ability to dawn the appearance of whatever animal they choose. Thought it suited Ragibach pretending to be Cosette in the creepiest way possible.

Shes petting one in the picture so why not, plus she's described as attracting animals to her so I just imagine Charlotte with Disney princess aura to attract all sorts of woodland creatures.

Any kind of creepy looking bird would fit Marianne tbh. Ravens though just naturally give off the most energy for eerieness.

I haven't been giving Mia any attention cause I kept forgetting about her. Frankly, she looks like the type to like bunnies.

probably can be used for most white lotus characters but dolphins are the best match for Isabella considering how evil dolphins actually are and Isabella is a villianess who legit has no excuse to be the way she is, no sad backstory, no possession, she simply came out the womb a hater

Chihuahuas are often thought to be aggressive always which there can be but with enough love, help and understanding they become the sweetest babies known to man.

Chaotic ass dog for one of most chaotic looking but also kinda stupid villainesses.

Again, no real reason, all I know is that I would give Aisha a deer.

EDIT: accidently reblogged this post twice. Whoops

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I know TT Red takes place Season 1, but how do you think he handles S2 to S5?

There's so many ways this could potentially go, where on so many ocassions TT Red goes to the future in the middle of an adventure and gets traumatized way more than how much LBD did to MK.

Season 4 would be such a mess, especially if all of TT Red's experiences got documented in the scroll of memory once he got sucked in, and then MK and Mei had to go through so many of these futures trying to find TT Red.

AND SEASON 5. Oh dear I think I know how this would make sense now:

This is post season five and TT Red's way of going "I don't want you killing yourself all over again, this is for your protection. Just like for Wukong, I want you to be out of trouble. Please trust me I love you dearly (BUT NOT TOO MUCH) and I wanna make sure you're alive and well."

TT Red becomes an absolute wreck by the end of lmk so far and I think it would absolutely show during this sort of timeline.

Oh my god.. ok, so that Season 5 aftermath you proposed is great, but I HAVE to focus on what you said about the memory scroll for season 4 because it’s fucking amazing!

Red Son gets pulled into the memory scroll, but instead of just being his past in its relation to Journey to the West, EVERYTHING he has done, including all the futures he has had to visit, all have had an influence on how the scroll appears for him.. He’s got some wild, temporal/interdimensional nonsense going on with him that makes the scroll act in unusual ways, so honestly why are they even surprised? 😂

MK and the gang all have to find their way through a bunch of different universes in which there are different versions of themselves but also almost every one of them has a Red Son, too.. So not only do they have to watch out and not lose track of each other lest they not know which of them is which (they definitely do at points, maybe even all getting split up and ending up in a future of their own) but they also need to figure out which of these Red Sons is actually THEIR Red Son so they can jar his memory and get him back to his normal self… this is easier said than done.

Also, it gives them all a little taste of just how fucked up TT Red’s solo time adventures are sometimes. They see versions of the world where the city is destroyed, where demons have destroyed Pigsy’s Noodles, where one or several of them have died, that one where Red Son sacrificed himself and MK is left sad and hollow.. not all of them are so bad, though. Maybe they get lucky and stumble upon one where it’s way far in the future and Red and MK are happily married with a family, and MK hopes beyond hope pLEASE let this Red Son be HIS Red Son… it’s not, but boy that would have been nice if that was his, like, “true self” or whatever this scroll is doing to them.

Eventually they make it to the start of it all: Demon King Red’s timeline. MK is desperate at this point to find his Red Son, but when he makes his way into this lavish throne room and sees a king version of Red sitting on a throne, he’s like “oh FUCK no. That is definitely NOT my Red Son.” All his friends are hemming and hawing like, well, maybe it could be?? Isn’t that how Red Son sees himself? Isn’t becoming that guy what he’s afraid of??? It’s kinda shitty, but maybe the scroll WOULD turn Red Son into Demon King Red.

MK isn’t convinced. He insists that it’s NOT POSSIBLE. In fact, he uses his Smartie Kid brain and deduces that, for all the rest of them, they were lost in a role of a person that they used to be, whether it was a reincarnation or an ancestor or whatever their deal was… but Red Son has never been (and NEVER WILL BE, MK insists) Demon King Red. So they’ve been going about this all wrong. They shouldn’t be trying to find the Red Son for each of these timelines and seeing if their Red has been turned into them.. they should be trying to find wherever their own Red Son would be in within that timeline!

In the case of Demon King Red, MK remembers what he was told about his time in the palace.. he dodges a hug from the mad king, leaving his friends to hold him off, and scoots right past him to make a break for the dungeon. He finds his Red Son locked up down there- short hair, tattered jacket, square glasses and all.. but something new as well: a red circlet on his head.

When he spots MK he starts to panic, he insists that MK go and leave him there. He shouldn’t have come to rescue him- he’s not worth it! If the mad king finds MK there, it will be all over, and freeing Red Son isn’t worth the risk! MK pries open the cell and reaches out for Red, insisting that isn’t true. He’ll always be there for him, even when he’s at his lowest because he loves him! Red Son still doesn’t go for his hand, falling back and curling in on himself in despair. He insists again that that makes no sense… MK should hate him. He would be fully justified to leave Red behind to rot in this cell forever.. it’s no less than he deserves.

MK has to grab him, cupping his face forcefully in his hands and making Red Son look up at him again to stop him from spiraling. No, he shouts, that’s wrong! Red Son doesn’t deserve this! Not one bit of it! He has worked so SO hard to change himself into a better person, and the fact that he is has been through so much and seen so many terrible possible futures but is still trying so hard means he is already a thousand times better than Demon King Red. He is NOT Demon King Red, and thanks to his own tireless efforts, he never will be! All he has to do is not give up that hope to make this better.

Finally, this gets through to Red Son. The fillet around his head disappears, and he blinks a few times in confusion, coming out of the stupor the scroll had put him in… of course the two of them are still in the dungeon, which is extra confusing for Red Son, but MK just takes his hand and leads him back to his friends. They’re still fighting to hold off the scroll version of Demon King Red, and I think upon seeing TT Red Son out of his cell and back to normal, he probably morphs into a horrific, ink monster version of the king.. and let’s say this is the scene where Mei’s sword gets broken and they all get separated again, so things go back to the canon plot line :U

Gosh that was fun.. I do love fitting my AUs into the canon plot~

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*takes the talking stick*

Alright so um

Misc stuff lmao

Aside from the overarching threat of Dub and Cubic (and mid s3 onwards, Barracuda), each area has a main antagonist related to the respective caretaker of the area’s tree that repeatedly pops up and torments said caretaker, those being:

PolyLands: Cintagram (his relation to Pentellow isn’t revealed immediately, and he refuses to stay purified and seems to have it out for Iris, which is later revealed to be due to Iris’ dad basically forcing Cintagon to give up Pentellow to the SphereLands so she could be set up with Iris) (they fall in love before the arranged relationship could happen though lmao)

SphereLands: Circubit (gayass is undead and very pissed at a certain grape man, hopefully I don’t need to explain his relation to Iris or his motivations hsdhjdjdj)

PrismLands: Ajaceare (met as early as s1 but isn’t a major threat until s3, I’m thinking she was maybe friends with Barracuda once upon a time and knew how shitty of a parent Pyrare was to him so she kinda has it out for him, she also has it out for her sisters due to them being basically the sibling equivalent of helicopter parents)

The CubeLands technically has three, though one is a red herring and is actually on the heroes’ side:

Zone is the red herring, he’s corrupted and seemingly aggressive towards the group, but it turns out he’s trying to get them away from someone they perceive as an ally who doesn’t have their best interests in mind

Karat is Zone’s (very abusive) mother who puts on a kind and generous facade, when in reality she’s trying to worm her way into the caretakers’ good books so she can expand her business to the rest of Paradise, she also ends up driving a rift within the group due to sowing doubt about Cyanide and Circusic’s intentions (as they’ve joined the group by this point)

Lycanthropy is the one with actual relation to Cube, he’s basically a persistent annoyance fuelled by jealousy of Cube gaining a high status while he’s left just in the background

As for recurring allies that help the main group within their respective seasons:

S1: Circumsphere (he misses his boyfriend and has no idea why he’s so fucking mad at the grape)

S2: Big Giant Circles (they’re old friends of Iris’ (except for Spheer, who only has very vague memories of him) and just wanna help him)

S3: Antimonos (old friend of Pyrare’s who is looking for his adoptive son who got kidnapped by the corrupts)

S4: Decep (said son who got kidnapped by the corrupts, was also horrifically experimented on to create an artificial reaper as Calcifer wouldn’t do Dub’s bidding and he wasn’t giving up on the Barracuda revival plot LMAO), Zone (mid s4 after he confronts Karat onwards)

Cube isn’t the only caretaker to get corrupted during the series, as Iris gets his ass kicked by Circusic’s grieving and corrupted mother and ends up getting corrupted himself (and turns into the biggest bastard in existence, aka Ecllipse)

Cyanide never purifies because fuck you, she gains the caretaker/hero connection with Circusic at the end of s2 when she defends him from Ecllipse and becomes functionally pure, the two join the gang (rather reluctantly on Cusic’s end) from the beginning of s3 onwards

Cyanide is also able to parade as a corrupt due to still being pink, meaning she’s able to gather intel into Dub’s plans

Thinking maybe Circusic and Circubit have a sort of symbiotic relationship or something, where they’re both present as Cusic is half corrupted (the corruption’s keeping him alive so he can’t be fully pure) and if need be Bit can take over and deal with things (so like. System coded basically /silly)

Cyan’s joy and whimsy continually diminishes throughout the series which ultimately leads to his demise in the final battle against Dub, luckily Tree Piece Ex Machina exists and he gets revived and kickstarts the TIO sequence (the other heroes TIO as well thanks to them all being connected in a way)

Oh yeah and Dub straight up dies after TIO, both due to stabbing himself with a tree piece and also because he’s been corrupted for so long that he just. Cannot survive pure whatsoever (the only two people who aren’t perfectly okay with his death are Barracuda and Pyrare lmao, everyone else celebrates)

Idrk what else LMAOOO

lowkey tpcblr should hae a showcase or somehting featuring various tpc rewrites by the community

idk just a thought

[cloudymistedskies]

CLOUDY OMGGGG I HAD A CUTE IDEA

can you draw Milo and Tanjiro slow dancing in the rain pls??

…Well… Close enough!

Usually, I wouldn’t really color and shade my art reqs buuut I really needed to make up for not doing this asap so jdndnJSHSNSBSNSJJS

Hopefully this is a satisfying result, Milo !!! Sorry for the late req

[aerequets]

the mortifying ordeal of being known

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I think with Yor being so perceptive, she picks up on little things often (like we saw in ch 103). i believe this would impact loid more so than the usual person, because he is a spy and fakes every part of himself, so to be seen is simultaneously desirable and horrifying. like, it makes him torn between wanting to accept and reciprocate the love, or distancing himself so that it doesn't happen again.

thats mostly what the last panel is about, that dichotomy between 'omg this person noticed this about me, is this love' and 'oh shit this person noticed this about me, is this Doom'

just some thoughts i had🤪

[screwpinecaprice]

I was trying to eat noodles neatly and for some reason I got sad midway. So I drew them messy eating a biscuit and a strawberry to combat sad noodle blues.