#I could just keep writing in my reply but I really need to tag ramble

[suekre]

The way I am STILL SQUEEING! 🫠🥹💖 THIS IS MY BOY and he's looking GLORIOUS! 👀✨️ I love how he stole your heart just like he stole mine - completely unexpected and in total refusal to give it back. What a wee shite. 🤣

Ooooh? Who is this? Could it be one of my friend @suekreandtheidiots's OCs? Could it be Cal Fitzgibbons, aka my love, my husband, the man who stole my heart and refuses to give it back?? 🫠😂 Well yes, that's EXACTLY who he is, and this particular gift art was my first attempt at drawing him. Warning, there will be more attempts. My love for Cal, as well as for SO MANY of Sanne's OCs is evergrowing and neverending, after all. 🌝😂💖✨️ More gift art WILL happen, there is no escape. There’s still so many idiots left to draw. 🌝🤣🫶🏻

But yeah, Cal is one of those characters who snuck into my heart so effortlessly, it almost feels like he had always been there. I simply HAD to draw him at least once. 🥹💖 And I highly encourage you to go check Sanne's OCs and Idiotverse for yourself, you won't be able to NOT love all of it once you dive in. 👀👀✨️

[polinsated]

@polin-erospsyche said these tags i wrote shouldn't be tags, and i trust her with my possible-inpending embarrassment, apparently, so, here you go:

i adore this look so much. the way colin looks at pen here will never not be used as a defence against people saying polin are 'rushed', or 'have no chemistry', or whatever it is they're saying now. and here's my little take on it.

-> you know how they say, you don't know what you have until it's gone. in this case, colin didn't realise how much he needed pen and her letters until they were gone....

—

this lonely, weary traveller has been away for months. we know his family doesn't often reply to his letters. and although he jokes about it, and they do too, we can all agree that he's upset by this, yes?

so in this moment, he turns around and sees the only person who has been corresponding with him throughout his journeys. he sees the woman who not only responds to every letter he sends but also who does so with genuine interest and fondness. the person who has made him feel like he has had a friend there with him on his travels. i personally believe he was alone for most, if not, nearly all of the time he was away. though, even if he did have some companionship; penelope was his constant for that time.

she has probably been keeping him entertained with stories, making sure he knows his family is okay, and asking him about every detail of his adventures. and in my opinion, i believe she barely ever mentioned herself in these letters. she has really been there with him every step of the way via her open ears (nay eyes) and written words.

and so finally, he sees her there, and i don't think he knows what to do with himself.

does he want to just say hello? probably not - look at his face! does he want to sit down with her right away and ramble on about things he has yet to say? or maybe just tell the same stories - because he knows she will listen, and she will understand, and she will enjoy hearing about them. maybe. does he want to hug her and say thank you? possibly.

my point is that i think he doesn't know what to do. it's such a short look that he doesn't have time to decide. and he's suspended in those moments when he sees her looking back at him with a huge smile on her face. he's overwhelmed.

i may be wrong in this part, but i also think he's a little surprised. he knows pen hangs out with his family a lot, but i don't think he expected her to be there right at that very moment he walked in the door. the man is baffled, to me. and in love.. despite not knowing it yet, hehe.

and it leads me to the sudden and heartbreaking point of 3.01. when colin has finished greeting his family, he turns to look at the featherington house because he notices right away that pen is not there like last time. and now it feels wrong that she isn't.

and if you watch that moment, the exact part when he turns back to his family again, there is something in the way his hands swing loosely at his sides, like a defeated sigh from his body - if you know what i'm trying to say.

his body language, to me, just screams disheartened... dispirited, or whatever other fancy word you'd see fit to use. but it's so subtle...

and then later we find out that penelope didn't respond to any of his letters this time. and i can only imagine how confused he is. because, honestly, he probably forgot about the horrible courting comment he made, and even if he remembered, he doesn't know then that pen heard it. so in his mind he is wondering where on earth his friend is. the possibility that she could be unwell has probably also crossed his mind. he is just - desperate, most likely - at this point to find out what's going on.

the thought of him, on his travels, everyday wondering why there still hasn't been a single letter signed 'penelope' absolutely breaks my heart.

and while i was about to end this post, i just thought about colin actually writing his own letters, and how he might've changed his tone along the way... do you think they ever included such words as something like: "i eagerly await your response." / "i hope to hear from you sometime soon." / "are you well, pen?"

or even this soul destroying, lump in the throat inducing quote that my mind has just come up with: "i've begun to think that there's a possibility you have not received my recent letters. for several weeks i have not heard back. not even a single tidbit about your mama, or my bothersome siblings. i must admit, my travels have not been as such fun or as fascinating as when i have my good friend to tell them to. i hope my writing finds you soon enough, or that yours finds me."

......

anyway, i don't write metas.. or i do and i never post them because i feel stupid and rambly and i'm never sure if it makes sense, but, i'm being a little brave here, haha. (thank you, luwen)

[drspencerweed]

Caller ID

summary: Spencer really needs to learn to check his Caller ID.

pairing: Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

tags/content: fluff, so much fluff, it's just all fluff, negative self talk (very slight), friends to lovers, mentions of canon typical violence (all in the background, they are working a case)

word count: 5.6k

author's note: Happy New Year y'all! surprise! I haven't written a fic for CM in so long but I came across @imagining-in-the-margins Wrong Receiver challenge/prompt and was very inspired. I've wanted to write something for Ralvez for a long time and this just felt correct. shoutout to my irl bestie for proof/beta reading all my fics, you never see these posts but you keep me going <3

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Spencer Reid was usually adverse to any and all major changes. He knew that he couldn’t completely avoid it, because that’s not how life works, but he always hated it when his routine was upended and he had to rewire expectations for his daily life. 

Morgan leaving the BAU was one of the biggest changes he had ever dealt with. His best friend, his brother, someone he saw everyday for over a decade was suddenly not there anymore. And sure, they still texted and hung out every so often, but Derek was a new father and Spencer was still in the BAU and that made things so much harder. 

So when Hotch announced there was a new team member being hired to replace him, he should have been stand-offish. Snippy. His anxiety and discomfort was hard to hide, and the added stress of everything changing would make it nearly impossible. Garcia wasn’t helping - talking his ear off about how no one could ever replace Derek and it had only been two months and also how dare Hotch? 

In spite of all this, when Luke Alvez walked into the BAU conference room, Spencer felt at ease almost immediately. 

“Your reputation precedes you.” He had said - waving instead of offering a handshake. Spencer was shocked, and smiled despite himself. 

“So does yours!” He replied, only to go on a ramble about Luke’s achievements and qualifications. What a way to make it clear you’d been cyber stalking with Penelope.

But instead of being weirded out, Luke just listened. He smiled. He didn’t even cut Spencer off. 

Which is why, for the first time ever, Spencer was embracing change. 

(And it doesn’t hurt that Luke is easy on the eyes.) 

Much to Garcia’s chagrin, of course. Her partner in hate had been converted to the dark side, she said. Spencer was supposed to be on her side - pushing away the new guy because he sucked. And Spencer was happy to let her rant to him about whatever small thing Luke had done that day that had pissed her off, but he simply couldn’t find it in him to join in. Luke was kind, and gentle, and handsome, and one of the only people he’d ever met that didn’t immediately treat him like some kind of alien genius boy. It was hard to find anything about him that he didn’t like. 

Spencer liked how Luke always listened when he talked. He even sometimes asked follow up questions, and never tried to stop his rambles. He liked how Luke had such a strong sense of justice, and how willing he was to fight for the people on his team. He liked when Luke brought him coffee in the morning, even though it was never sweet enough. He liked Luke’s love for Roxy. He liked Luke’s ability to maintain a sense of humor even when the cases were so so dark. He liked how gentle Luke was with everyone; from the victim's family members to the UnSubs they arrested. He even liked how Luke snored on the jet home after a long case; head falling into the window or sometimes even onto Spencer’s shoulder.

He liked a lot of things about Luke. And sometimes he found himself thinking about those things even when he wasn’t around Luke. 

They were out somewhere in the Pacific Northwest - somewhere wet and rainy and cold - chasing a killer with a signature of burning the crime scenes to the ground. Which made profiling particularly difficult as most of the evidence was burned away. Spencer was staring at the map, trying to come up with a geo-profile but coming up empty. He pressed a palm into his eye and shook his head out, vision blurring as he tried to maintain focus. 

“Reid?” A voice called from the doorway. Spencer turned to see Luke there, looking at him inquisitively. “Everything alright in here?” 

He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and sat at the table with the case files laid out haphazardly. “It’s just not coming together. He’s all over the place. There isn’t enough information to triangulate - plus the crime scenes are so spread out in the first place I don’t know if that would really matter. He doesn’t seem to have a comfort zone. He’s kidnapped victims everywhere from the central business district to the outer suburbs, and none of the burn sites match up either. I know we need the geoprofile for this guy because of how much has been burned but I don’t know if there’s anything there.”

In the time that he spoke, rambled really, he moved pictures around in new ways as if maybe they would reveal something he hadn’t seen yet. Luke crossed the room and stood next to him, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed in thought as he looked at the photos as well. 

“Hey man, I’m sure you’ll get there. Is there anything to the randomness?” Luke offered. Spencer watched as he turned to the map pinned to the board. “Like, does it seem disorganized or is it a counter measure?” 

It wasn’t something he had considered yet. He was so worried about finding patterns, he hadn’t been thinking about what it would mean if there truly was no pattern. “Huh.” He stared down at the smaller map in front of him on the table, labeled only with the burn sites. 

Something clicked. Disorganized, Luke said. It didn’t feel disorganized. It almost looked like the unsub wanted it to look disorganized. But the burn sites were increasingly further from the last one, in a different direction from the one before that. It was almost like an automated randomization system - not truly random, but trying hard to look like it. 

Spencer stood up with a marker and started marking things up on the map. “It’s almost like he really wants us to think it’s random. I don’t think it’s about comfort, the burn sites mean nothing to him. But he isn’t disorganized. He’s not even an arsonist. That’s a counter measure as well as a way to make sure the bodies are found. He doesn’t stick around to watch. He wants us to think he is. I think he wants us to think he’s not as intelligent - but he is. The meaning must be in victimology.” When he’d finished rambling and marking things off on the map, he turned to see Luke watching him with a smile. 

“See, I knew you’d figure it out. How did you get all of that from the burn sites?” Luke asked, stepping closer and looking at the map again. Their shoulders brushed as Spencer pointed and explained his conclusions. Luke’s eyes burned into the side of his face, but he pretended not to notice. If he thought too much about it his skin would flush red and he was already increasingly embarrassed. 

“I know you know, but you really are a genius, Spencer.” Luke said, awe in his voice. Well, fuck. There goes any hope he had of not blushing. He had been called that a million times, but coming from Luke the word made his palms sweat and heart pound. “It’s like magic how you figure this stuff out.” 

“I was completely stuck in my head until you came in. So, it’s not without help.” Spencer knocked their shoulders together, and chanced a glance in Luke’s direction. 

The other man was smiling at him warmly, and didn’t seem embarrassed at all to be caught staring. Their eye contact held for a moment until Spencer felt like he could feel his heart behind his eyes. He cleared his throat and turned away, focusing back on the table and beginning to reorganize the files there aimlessly. 

“I’ll go let Hotch know you found something.” Luke said. 

As the door closed behind Luke, Spencer collapsed into a chair at the table, taking deep breaths to try and calm his heart. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

Spencer hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Maybe ever, if he was honest. He was in love with Maeve, of course, but that had gone from 0 to 100 with little in between. Very little room for flustering and flirting and - oh god, having a crush. 

Which is of course what this was, a crush. And if Spencer had been thinking about it for longer than a few seconds at a time he would’ve recognized it earlier and been able to stomp it out, but instead he’d simply pretended it wasn’t happening, until it grew and grew into whatever this was. Sitting at a conference table in a random city surrounded by horrible crime scene photos trying to get his heart under control because he and Luke Alvez bumped shoulders. 

Because Luke called him a genius. And it was affecting him as if no one had ever called him that before. It was so silly and so stupid. Luke was just being nice; he was one of the kindest people Spencer knew. There was no reason to give this any real thought. He just needed to not act like a fool. 

He was broken out of his trance by his phone ringing. 

“Reid.” 

“Spencer! My love! My darling! How’s it going out there?” Garcia’s voice rang out through the line.

“It’s good, you know. Slow. I just worked out the geoprofile with Luke’s-”

“Do not say the name to me. Traitor!” Penelope accused. Spencer chuckled, rolling his eyes. 

“He’s on the team, Pen. You’re gonna have to hear his name sometimes.” 

“Well of course, but I thought at least you would have been kind to me and talked around it.” She mumbled. “You know how I feel about that rascal.” 

Spencer wasn’t actually mad, and he knew Penelope’s feelings were mostly playful, but something about her tone struck a chord. “He really is lovely. You just haven’t given him a chance.” 

“Oh what because he has a dog and big muscles I’m just supposed to think he’s a good person?” She sneered. “No siree - I can see right through that. There’s something sinister under there.” 

Spencer sighed. “Seriously! It’s not just muscles and Roxy, he’s incredibly kind to everyone, and never cuts me off, and he’s really good at his job. He’s learning profiling so quickly, it’s really impressive. I think his time in the army probably helped him with that. But really, he’s just a good person. He’s got a warm heart and-” 

“Spencer Reid.” Penelope cut him off, and he realized he had gotten a bit lost in himself, talking about Luke. “Do not tell me you have a crush on Luke Alvez.” 

“Of course not!” His voice squeaked, and he winced. 

“Oh my god, you do!” Garcia was aghast. 

“No, c’mon, seriously-” 

“Do not lie to me and make this worse. You just went on for a whole minute about how kind and warm he is.” Spencer put his head in his hands. “This is the ultimate betrayal. I will give my news to Emily.” 

The line clicked as Penelope hung up and Spencer groaned and dropped his head down on his arms. How was he going to function like this? Sure, he had been functioning fine with all these thoughts swimming around for months, but he hadn’t acknowledged them. He hadn’t addressed the fact that he had a crush. An all consuming one, if he was honest with himself. He looked to Luke first in every room. He waited for him to respond whenever he presented a theory to the team before he really felt good about it. He was thinking about how he would react to his outfits when he got dressed in the morning. He had even started enjoying the bitter coffee Luke brought him, and making it that way when he was home because it made him think of Luke. 

This was going to be a disaster. 

His phone rang again, surely Penelope calling to yell at him some more. He answered without looking - “I’m sorry Pen! It’s not my fault I like him, and it’s gonna be a disast-” 

“Like who?” A voice decidedly not Penelope’s came through. So not Penelope’s, in fact, it was the man of the hour. Luke Alvez himself. Asking Spencer who he was talking about. It was playful, of course. Lovely and sweet and barely teasing but not in a mean way. Spencer didn’t think Luke could be mean if he tried. 

“Uh-uhm, I thought-” Spencer stuttered, swallowing thickly. 

“That I was Garcia? Is your phone really so old it doesn’t have caller ID?” Luke asked. Spencer could hear his smile through the phone, and his cheeks burned with his embarrassment. Somehow his mind was totally blank as a way to get out of this. 

“It has it, I just didn’t check it.” Spencer admitted, ignoring the elephant in the room and the original question. It was just his luck that within the same moment Spencer even realized he had this crush, he would fumble his way into admitting it. 

“Of course. How silly of me to assume you would read.” Luke teased. Spencer bit down on a smile. 

“Well, you know what they say about assuming.” Luke’s laughter on the other end made Spencer let the grin overtake him. 

“I didn’t know you had jokes in you, Doctor.” Spencer scoffed, ready to reply, but Luke cut him off before he could start. “I’m outside, Hotch wants us to follow a lead JJ found in the last victim’s house.” 

“Gotcha, be right there.” 

As the phone clicked shut, Spencer let out a deep sigh of relief. He had successfully avoided the embarrassment of being pressed about his crush. Now he just had to act normal in an enclosed environment with Luke and also do his job and hope that Garcia wasn’t actively telling the entire team about it right now. 

Grabbing his bag and racing out of the precinct, he hopped in the black SUV next to Luke. He held his satchel in front of him, hands tight on the bottom of his bag. His gun pushed against his hip and he was hyper aware of how his legs didn’t quite fit in the space between the passenger seat and the glove box. He felt too long, too thin, too everything in that moment. It felt like Luke was watching him try and figure himself out. Like a baby deer who had never used his legs before. 

When he finally chanced a glance in Luke’s direction, he found the man smiling at him. His eyes turned to the road quickly. “You ready?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” Spencer said, sinking deeper into the chair. Be normal. You’ve been normal this whole time. Why can’t you just keep being normal? 

“No apologies needed, man.” Luke pulled them out of the parking lot and filled Spencer in on where they were going - a bookstore that the team believes may have been the last place the victim shopped before they were kidnapped. Spencer contributed here and there, but was more focused on breathing than being helpful. Was his nose always this loud when he breathed? Did he usually breathe out through his mouth or his nose? His chest felt like it was moving a lot. Was his voice always this shaky? 

“So, do you wanna talk about it?” Luke asked - a non sequitur from the discussion of the case. Spencer looked at him for the first time in a while - how often do I normally look at him? - and saw a shit eating grin on Luke’s face even as he continued facing the road. 

“Talk about what?” He asked. Playing dumb, maybe, but also playing hopeful. He really really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. Or at all.

“C’mon, Spence.” Luke laughed lightly. “‘It’s not my fault I like him.’ Who’s this mysterious him?” The eyebrow raise at the end of the sentence really sealed the deal, and Spencer’s fate. 

They stopped at a red light, forcing Spencer to either look away awkwardly or make eye contact awkwardly. He went with the latter, against his better judgment. Luke continued to waggle his eyebrows. “I don’t know what you're talking about.” Dear god, what is wrong with me? 

Luke just looked at him, tilting his head. The light turned green and he was (thank god) forced to look back at the road. It wasn’t enough to stop the line of questioning. “What, only Penelope gets to know the hot goss?” 

Spencer swallowed and flicked his eyes at Luke. God, that jawline. He squeezed his eyes shut quickly. Oh my god, focus. “She wasn’t supposed to know either.” He mumbled out. 

They pulled into a parking lot in front of the book store, and Luke cut the engine. Spencer hopped out quickly, gripping tightly on the strap of his bag. “Whoa, slow down Doc!” 

Goddammit. “I-I just would like to keep working on the case, please.” He pressed a palm into his eye. It was too overwhelming - realizing he had these feelings and being confronted about them all at once. He just kept moving towards the bookstore. Even if he couldn’t avoid it forever, he could avoid it for now. 

Footsteps approached him from behind, and then a hand on his bicep stopped him in his tracks. “Hey, I’m sorry for teasing.” Luke said, trying to move Spencer to face him. Spencer shrugged him off and curled further into his bag. He bit down on the inside of his lip with anxiety. Looking at Luke was dangerous, he was afraid he might give himself away. Luke might not be the most adept profiler, but he was picking things up quickly and knew Spencer better than some of the people who had been working with him for a decade. 

“Seriously, I’m sorry for prying. You said something meant for Garcia, it’s not my business.” Luke asserted. Spencer finally looked at him, still biting down hard on his lip. Even now, when Spencer wanted to avoid his feelings more than anything, the sincerity in Luke’s eyes made his heart soar. It was clear he felt genuinely bad at the idea of upsetting Spencer. 

“No I-I understand. It’s okay.” Spencer finally said. He moved his hands down his satchel strap and took a deep breath. Steady. 

“But for the record, I am not immune to the pull of gossip.” Luke smirked. Spencer smiled back. “Or, if you just need some advice. I don’t have as much success courting men as I do with women, but I’m open to being a sounding board.” 

Luke was bisexual, that was news. Be normal, Spencer. Don’t react weirdly. 

“I, uhm. Might take you up on that offer sometime.” He smiled and nodded, and Luke winked at him before turning to head into the bookstore. Deep breath. Winks don’t mean anything. Fuck.

They continued on, asking the book shop owner all the questions they needed. Spencer’s anxiety calmed a bit as he focused on work. It was easier to be normal when he was doing things that were normal. 

The rest of the case passed without incident - even though Penelope was still giving Spencer the cold shoulder. Getting on the jet to go home was a welcome solace, the team leaving as soon as the UnSub was in custody. No one wanted to stay an extra night when it wasn’t needed.

He sat on the bench on the jet, reading over a book about Northern Pacific birds that he had picked up during the case. He was taking his time with it, reading slowly and trying to commit the photos of the birds to memory. 

It was hard to ignore his hyper awareness of where Luke was on the jet - first at a table playing cards with JJ, then moving to the small cafe to pour him and Rossi a drink. That’s where he sat now, next to Rossi sipping on a short glass of whiskey. Spencer kept his focus on the book in front of him, tucking his feet up on the bench. He would not allow this silly crush to take over his brain. At least, not any more than it already had. 

“This seat taken?” Luke asked, glass freshly full and gesturing to the other end of the bench. 

“N-No. Not at all.” Spencer answered, swallowing thickly as his voice shook slightly. His eyes went back to his book, but as Luke sat within inches of his feet he struggled to actually take in any more information. 

“Excited to get back home?” As he took a long pull of his whiskey, Spencer could barely look away from his strong jawline and soft lips. 

Spencer nodded slowly, coming back to himself. “Yea, you know. Hotel beds are never as comfortable.” 

“Don’t I know it.” Luke chuckled. “I swear my neck takes a full week to feel normal again after a case.” 

“How about you? Any big plans for our return?” He finally closed his book, committing the page he was on to memory. He could be normal, he could make small talk. 

“Nah, nothing. Just happy to be back with Roxy.” Luke responded. The smile he gave Spencer was sincere and captivating. Spencer couldn’t help giving one in return. 

“How is she?” 

“Good, you know. She’s still adjusting to how much travel we do, but she’s always happy to see me when we get back.” Luke smiled into his drink. Spencer’s heart warmed watching this man become soft about his dog. It was shocking it had taken him this long to realize his feelings; everytime he and Luke talked he felt like this. Warm and comfortable and happy. 

“Well of course she is. Maybe you should talk to Hotch about bringing her with us.” His eyebrows raised in suggestion, trying to be playful and funny and normal. Normal. Like before, when I had a crush but didn’t know about it and everything was fine. 

Luke smiled back and shook his head. “She hates flying, I couldn’t put her through that so often.” 

“Isn’t she the one who’s supposed to be helping you with anxiety?” 

A chuckle, “In theory, but she’s a scaredy cat. Well, dog.” Silence lapsed over them for a comfortable moment. Just as Spencer was ready to turn back to his book, Luke’s hand reached out and touched his foot. “You still have to come meet her, you know.” 

“Dogs don’t like me.” Spencer protested. The warmth from Luke’s hand somehow permeated through his shoe, and he could swear he could feel it deep in his bones. Even this small point of contact was enough to make him blush.

“Roxy likes everybody, but especially the people I like.” Luke reassured. “I’m serious. Come grab dinner when we get back, she’ll be even more amenable because I’ve been gone for so long.” 

He could almost feel his heart beating out of his chest. The smile on Luke’s face was genuine, inviting, almost - nervous? That can’t be right. Despite his pulse racing and every instinct in him saying run, run, run, he found himself actually saying “Yea, that uhm. That sounds nice.” 

Luke’s face bloomed into a huge smile, no hint of whatever small trepidation had been there before. “Seriously?” 

A chance, now, to back out. And Spencer was so tempted to take it. What was he thinking? Going to Luke’s for dinner, meeting Roxy, being alone with him? On purpose? It made his heart race, and he was having a harder and harder time deciphering whether that was because of his nerves or his feelings. But the way Luke was smiling at him - such genuine warmth and happiness overtaking his features - made it impossible for Spencer to take that away. “Yea, I can pick up some take-out?” 

“No need, Doctor. I’ve got it all covered.” Luke nodded and bit down on his bottom lip around a smile, and squeezed Spencer’s ankle. Spencer felt his cheeks flush and hoped his excitement wasn’t too clear on his face. It kind of felt like they were planning a date. That is not the way to think if you’re going to be normal.  

The rest of the flight was business as usual; Spencer was able to read his book and even take a short nap. He was shaken awake by Emily when they landed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he pushed up off the bench. 

“C’mon, sleepy head. We’re back and it’s not even 5:00.” Emily grinned at him, and he nodded and gathered his things. Towards the front of the jet, Luke was lingering, and Emily had to move past him as she left. “Need something, Alvez?” 

“No, no. I’m right behind you.” Luke nodded. 

“Okay well, have a good one! I don’t want to hear from either of you for at least two days.” She warned, pointing back at Spencer as well. 

He laughed a little, “Of course, Em. We’ll see you on Monday.” 

“And not a second earlier!” She shouted as she left, and then it was just the two of them. 

Luke stood by the door and Spencer gripped tightly on his bag as he walked towards him. His nerves felt unreasonable. Dinner, it was just dinner. But somehow the way Luke was waiting for him, and smiling at him, made it feel like something more. 

God, Spencer really needed to get a grip. 

They left the plane together, making small talk about the team and the case and Roxy and everything in between. The more they spoke, the more relaxed Spencer was. He could handle casual dinner with a friend. Luke offered to give him a ride to his place, and against his better judgement Spencer said yes. 

“You know, Belgian Malinois are particularly sensitive to the emotions of their owners and other humans. They’re known to pick up on changes in mood faster than most other dogs - like spikes in anxiety, sadness, and even happiness.” Spencer rambled as they drove. “Because of how smart they are, they also don’t do well if they’re understimulated. I hope Roxy has lots of enrichment toys - I was looking into it earlier and found out there are so many different ways to feed a dog to make sure they get mental stimulation. Does Roxy eat anything other than kibble?” 

Luke looked like he was fighting a grin, listening to Spencer. “Yea, I use one of those slow feeders for her dry food but she also eats some of that fancy stuff that has to be kept in the fridge. And don’t worry, Doctor, I make sure she gets all kinds of enrichment every single day.” 

 “That’s good! I was thinking that if she likes me-” 

“When she likes you.” Luke interjected, but Spencer was on a tear. 

“-I could design some sort of puzzle for her. I’d have to do more research on her capabilities but it would be an interesting challenge.” Spencer couldn’t see the way Luke smiled, watching him gaze off into space as he ranted about Roxy. 

“That would be really nice, Spencer. I’m sure she would love that.” Luke said. They pulled into a parking space at his apartment building, and Spencer went to get out of the car before it was even off. A hand on his bicep stopped him, turning him back to face Luke. “Sorry, I’m sure you already knew all that.” Spencer shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut in a tight blink. He was being normal, he supposed, his version of it anyway. But maybe his version of normal wasn’t the most attractive, if he was trying to attract Luke. That was a lost cause, be logical. Luke was....Luke.  

“I did, but I liked hearing you say it.” Luke admitted. Spencer was unable to hide his surprise at the sentiment. 

“Why?” He asked, eyes darting around as he tried to connect the dots in front of him. Of course, Luke had never once cut him off before, but he assumed that was just him being nice. Luke was always nice to everyone. But saying he actually liked hearing Spencer talk? That was unheard of. 

“Because I like you, Spencer.” Luke’s voice was quieter, nervous, hesitant. But his eyes were genuine when Spencer’s met them. It felt real, like Luke actually was saying those words to him. That couldn’t be right, though. Guys like Luke didn’t like guys like Spencer. 

He stared at Luke a moment too long, trying to piece together what to say, how to respond. This was fake, right? A prank, a dream? He must still be asleep on the jet. He closed his eyes tight and tried to make himself fly - a test of his dream theory. If he was dreaming and became aware, he should be able to control the fantasy. Fly away, fly away-

His eyes opened to see Luke still in front of him, a slightly amused smile on his face. He had not flown away - and instead was still seated strongly in the chair. This was real - somehow. “Why?” He finally squeaked out. 

Luke’s eyebrows furrowed, confused. “Because you’re you, Spence. You’re kind, and lovely, and funny, and you never fail to make me feel better after a case. And you’re stronger than anybody should ever have to be, and you’re still you, somehow.” 

Spencer was blinking faster than he maybe ever had, blushing deeply. People had told him these things before, but never like this. Never in this space where he could feel the tension growing, where their eyes were locked and their gaze was loaded. 

Apparently he had taken a bit too long to respond, and Luke’s face started to fall, closing off again. “Of course, if you don’t feel the same way, we can just forget-” 

“No! No.” Spencer protested. “I-I do. I think you’re wonderful, Luke.” His face split into a brilliant smile and Spencer matched it. Luke reached a hand out slowly, giving Spencer plenty of time to back away. His palm cupped Spencer’s cheek, his thumb rubbing his face softly. 

Spencer’s heart was racing, beating so hard he could feel it in his throat. He tried to keep his breathing in check but he was sure Luke noticed his nerves. 

“I never thought someone like you would be into someone like me. And when you said you liked someone to Penelope, I was sure it couldn’t have been me.” Spencer went to protest, but Luke gave him a short look to let him finish. His hand moved down to his neck, fingers twisting in his hair. “But the more I thought about it - I didn’t know who else you would have had to apologize for liking. And once I started letting myself think that maybe, maybe it could’ve been about me-” 

“You profiled me.” Spencer accused. 

Luke smiled shyly. “A little.” 

Spencer blushed, and leaned into Luke’s touch. His hands were gripping the strap of his bag, and had only gotten tighter as he and Luke had gotten physically closer. “I guess I’m glad I didn’t check caller ID. I would never have told you if you didn’t tell me. You- you’re not the only one who thought there could never be a chance.” 

“You’re too smart, you would’ve figured me out eventually.” Luke chuckled. His hand left Spencer’s hair to touch his hand, pulling it off of the tight grip on his bag. 

Their fingers folded together, thumb brushing over the back of his hand. Spencer stared at where their hands joined, tongue glancing out to pull his lip into his mouth. For once in his life there were no statistics on germ transfer or the risks of touching coming to mind, all he could think about was the feeling of Luke’s soft skin on his. 

Luke’s other hand reached up and touched his chin, guiding Spencer’s eyes back to meet his. “Is this okay?” His voice was so soft, it was almost a whisper. 

Somehow Spencer hadn’t noticed how close they had gotten over the course of their conversation. The center console was the only thing between them, they were practically sharing breath. It was clear what Luke was asking, not about the touch, but about what came next. Spencer closed his eyes, thinking fly, fly, fly just to test out his dream theory one more time. When he opened his eyes to see Luke there, he nodded slightly. 

Luke’s fingers guided his chin closer, and their lips melted together. 

Spencer’s eyes closed and he breathed deeply, reveling in the feeling of Luke’s lips on his own, and his fingers on his jaw, and his hand in his hand. He let go of his bag and reached up to push his other hand into Luke’s hair, running his fingers through it. Luke’s lips were soft and pillowy, but he kissed with confidence. Fingers brushed down Spencer’s neck and Luke hand found his hair again, twisting and playing with the curls at the base of his head. 

When they pulled away after a few long moments, Luke held Spencer close, pressing their foreheads together. “You’re still coming up to meet Roxy, right?” 

They both started giggling, giddy and happy. Spencer licked his lips and could taste Luke on them, and he felt lighter than he had in years. “Yea, of course.” 

Luke smiled, giving him one more short kiss before turning and exiting the car. Spencer followed, and took the hand offered to him as they walked up to his apartment. “Now you definitely have to make that enrichment toy, you know.” 

“I’ll get started right away.”

fin.

thank you so much for reading! you can find my other fics (mostly Spencer x fem!reader) here

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Hiiiiii!!!

I saw that Halloween fics were open and figured I'd send in one!(I also saw you write Dr who)

Could I possibly request a fic where the doctor (preferably 11) and reader(gender neutral) either go trick or treating or carve pumpkins (you can choose if you want)/nf

Sorry if it's hard to read I've never done a fic request!

-@prettybeearts

Thank you so much for the fall request @prettybeearts !! I absolutely love this idea and had so much fun writing a story for it!! I wrote it in connection to another fic I did with Amy and Rory: Little Flower in the Garden. You don’t need to read that one to understand it I just made small mentions of things from that fic in this one. Please enjoy! I love you like it! Thank you for the request @prettybeearts 💞💞

It’s the Greatest Pumpkin Doctor Who!🎃 (SFW!)

Cargiver! 11th Doctor & GN Little! Reader with Caregiver! Amy Pond and Caregiver! Rory Williams

Tags-dress up, pumpkin carving, sippy cup, forehead kisses, desserts, the Doctor is just as playful as the reader, Halloween themed

“Amy I promise they are going to be alright!” The Doctor repeated for about the fifth time.

Amy and Rory were invited to a Halloween party and while they would’ve invited their Little one Y/N to join, they were not feeling up to a crowded party with people drinking and loud music.

So the Doctor offered his himself to be babysitter for the night, dressed like an actual doctor as a joke. But Amy, being the worried Mama she is, felt the need to keep telling the Doctor where everything is.

“They have all their supplies in here. Anything and everything they could need.” She points to a basket in the living room.

Amy was dressed as a police officer, Rory as a prisoner. Y/N dressed up as Paddington the bear, complete with the blue rain coat, red boots and a red rain hat with bear ears.

“Amy, you’ve already told me this. It has their blankie, their sippy cup, a diaper and change of clothes incase of an accident, snacks, a pacifier-.” The Doctor rambled off.

“I know, I know.” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I just haven’t left them without me since they became my little one.” She looked into the kitchen where Rory was putting the last of their face paint on. “And it’s not that I don’t trust you! It’s just-.”

“That you haven’t been away from them, I know Amy.” He rest a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I promise I will take good care of them. I plan a simple evening inside together anyway. Just pumpkin carving and some movies and then straight to bed.”

“Doctor, I almost forgot. They won’t fall asleep in their own bed. They have to sleep next to someone.” She reminds him, “They’re afraid when they’re regressed of sleeping by themselves.”

The Doctor takes this in, really listening to this. “I’ll make sure to stay close when they do fall asleep then.” He says, away from his usual lighthearted demeanor and and instead sincere.

“Thank you, now let me show you-.”

“Mama!!” Y/N runs around the corner in their Paddington costume to show Amy. “Look! Papa made me a bear nose!”

Amy smiles and gasp at the sight, “Oh my Goodness! Look at my little baby bear.” She takes their hand and show them off to the Doctor.

“Doctor! Like it?!” They smile to him.

“Like it?! I didn’t even recognize for a minute there! I thought a bear had walked in!” He leans down and picks them up into his arms.

~~~

I giggle, holding onto the Doctor as he held me in his arms. His outfit was ridiculous. He wore a stethoscope, a long doctor’s coat and a shinny circle thing on his head.

Papa joined the group of us in the living room. Dressed in black and white stripes. “It was simple really. Though someone couldn’t stop giggling when I did their nose.”

I smiled and hid my face. The Doctor laughs, “Papa is silly isn’t he? Wearing his Zebra costume.”

Rory looks at the Doctor confused, “I’m a prisoner….she’s the police.”

“Really? I thought you looked more like a Zebra.” The Doctor replies.

I can’t help but giggle even more. The Doctor smiles back, “Doesn’t Papa look like a Zebra?”

I look to Papa and then hide my face against the Doctor, giggling some more.

Papa sigh, “Guess I’m a zebra tonight.”

Mama smiles, “And a handsome one at that.” She leans over and kisses him.

“Ew! Okay, you two better get going.” The Doctor says, breaking up their kiss.

“NO!” I cry, putting my arms out to them, “Don’t go!” Tears start to well up in my eyes at the thought of them leaving.

Papa looking especially guilty, talking me into his arms. He bounces me as Mama rubs my back. “Don’t worry sweetheart! We’ll back as soon as you know it! There’s no need to be sad. We’ll see you at bedtime.”

Papa kisses my forehead, then Mama. He sets me back down.

I look to Mama still upset. She kneels down and wipes the tears away, “You’re going to have so much fun tonight! The Doctor told me you’re carving pumpkins tonight!”

“That was supposed to be a surprise!“ The Doctor whines.

Amy playfully rolls her eyes, “I can’t wait to see what your pumpkin looks like. Make it extra spooky!” She makes a funny voice at the end that pulls a small giggle from me.

“Have fun together! And if you need me, ask the Doctor to call me okay? I’ll have my phone on me all night just incase.” Mama leans towards and kisses my cheek. “Love you so much my little bear.”

Rory look to the Doctor, “And not that much sugar! It’s too late for candy.”

Both the Doctor and Y/N whine.

“Rory lighten up, it’s Halloween. A few pieces of candy can’t hurt.” The Doctor argues.

“You hear me Doctor.” He warns.

“Alright alright Zebra. No candy. Enjoy the party.” He says but winks to me.

After a heart felt goodbye, Amy and Rory leave for their party. Leaving the Doctor and I alone to do whatever we wanted.

I sigh though, looking out the window to their car leaving the driveway.

“Come on Y/N! We have a night of fun ahead of us!” The Doctor smiles and offers his hand. I turn back to him and take his offered hand, the fun starting from here.

“Now, your Papa said no candy…but he didn’t say no sugar.” We walk into the backyard and immediately into the Tardis. “So! I have just the compromise!”

He lets go of my hand for a moment while I stand by the console. I hear him go down the hallway and when he returns he has a platter of Halloween cupcakes.

I gasp, taking one off the tray. “Papa didn’t say anything about cupcakes!”

The Doctor smiles, “No he did not.” He winks eating one too.

We sit on the small Tardis chair beside one another and eat about two cupcakes each before we both start to get a sugar high.

The Doctor smile, “So! I have a brilliant idea! Instead of carving two regular size pumpkins…I was think we could carve…A GIANT PUMPKIN!!”

I jump up from the chair, “YES!! GIANT PUMPKIN!!”

The Doctor stand too, clapping his hands with excitement. “Yes!! Alright, let me grab something first.”

The two of us go down the stairs and underneath the Tardis console. He digs around in a trunk and pulls out a little packet of seeds. “This will do the trick!”

Then, hand in hand again, we run out of the Tardis and into the backyard. “Alright, step back. I don’t know how big this is going to grow…”

I step back as the Doctor leans down and starts putting the seeds in the ground. He stands back with me and smile, “Just wait!”

And we stand there and wait.

And wait.

And wait…

I pull on the Doctor’s sleeve. “When is it going to happen?”

“I don’t know…” he takes his sonic out and scans the ground. “What are we doing wrong?”

“Wait!” I suddenly realize the issue! I run over to the back shed and grabs the my water can. I sprinkled the water over the spot we planted the seed and wait.

“Excellent idea Y/N! Where did you learn to garden so well?” He asks, wrapping an arm around them.

“Mama taught me! She’s really good! She told me that-.”

Suddenly the ground starts shaking. Then BOOM! Out from the ground starts to grow this massive pumpkin that keeps getting bigger and bigger!

And bigger!

AND BIGGER!

“Doctor…” I start backing up.

Suddenly it stops growing, but by the time it does it’s about the size of the house. I look up at it in awe as the Doctor wears a big smile.

“I wasn’t lying when I said giant pumpkin.”

“You weren’t!! Wow!! It’s gigantic!!” I yell happily. “How are we going to carve it?!”

“Oh that’s easy! The Tardis will do the work for us! All we have to is make a design it.”

Once again we walk into the Tardis and start brainstorming designs. Once we found one we like we set the Tardis to work!

The outside of the Tardis spins really fast and starts to carve the outside while we watch, not spinning on the inside. After it’s done, The Tardis takes off and lands inside of it, acting as the pumpkin’s candle.

I run outside the doors of the Tardis and look from the inside of the giant pumpkin. “Wow!!” My eyes practically glow.

“Wow!! He steps out and admire the work, “Amazing design!! Now you’ve brought our pumpkin to life!”

I smile back to him and giggle. He wraps an arm around my shoulders.

I go to touch the pumpkin but I take two steps before my red boot steps in a bunch of pumpkin insides. “Ew…”

“I know it’s always gross but…” he picks some of it up, “I bet we can cook this and make more desserts. What do you say Y/N?” He smirk, “The night is still young!”

~~~

Amy and Rory carefully open the front door to their cottage home, hoping not to wake their Little one. “Doctor?” Amy whispers as she comes in.

“In here!” The Doctor calls back from the living room.

Amy and Rory walk in the living room to find Y/N peacefully sleeping with their blankie in hand, cuddling close to the Doctor. The Doctor had a big blanket wrapped around the two them, while the tv softly plays old Halloween cartoons. Littered across the table were plates of half eaten pumpkin desserts.

“Someone had an eventful night. How were they?” Amy asked, smiling at her little one.

“Oh they were a joy as always. We had tons of fun. We carved a pumpkin, baked some desserts,”

“What did I say about sweets…” Rory sighs.

“You said no candy, nothing about dessert.” The Doctor quickly replies.

Amy smirks, “You’ve got him there.” She chuckles.

“Where’s your pumpkins?” Rory asked to change the subject.

“Oh in the backyard.” The Doctor replied casually.

As Rory went to see in the backyard, The Doctor and Amy continued their conversation.

“So they gave you no fuss?”

“No fuss at all. Well…maybe a little when I cut off eating desserts for the rest of the night. But that was an easy fix with a quick sippy cup.”

“Amy?….” Rory calls from the back.

“But then after that we started watching some cartoons and they fell asleep right after that.”

“…Amy?”

“Did they miss us?” Amy asks.

“Just a little in the beginning, but I was able to help them past it.”

Rory runs into the living room, “There is a giant pumpkin in our backyard!” Rory whisper yells.

“What?!” Amy follows him to the backyards.

All while the Doctor smirks to himself and gently rubs Y/N’s arm. “Happy Halloween little one.” And with a little kiss to their forehead that ends a perfect Halloween night.

[windcarvedlyre]

Komaeda!! (For the ask game)

Your opinions about him are so correct btw

(ask meme)

Him... the bastard man... the blorbo of all time......... I can't settle on just one for each category here, and several of these will be things I've rambled about in tags or replies somewhere, so you're getting lists. And tysm! :D

Actually supported by evidence in the text or subtext:

His chapter 1 plan 100% had Teruteru killing him as the end goal, and he wouldn't have stabbed someone else if that didn't happen. He'd either have stabbed himself or abandoned it. There are multiple ways the execution part of the 'murder' plan was sloppy to the point of being out-of-character for him, and not the sort of thing that would make him a stepping stone for ultimates: no way to locate someone in the dark, he'd be covered in blood afterwards if he did find someone, he put glowing paint on the knife as well as the tape...

The above is partly because his luck seems really, really good at keeping him alive at the expense of others. Even during the game it happens in chapter 1 (Imposter), chapter 3 (Tsumiki) and chapter 5 (he wasn't really dead and took out the only AI). If I was in his shoes in chapter 1 I'd expect to Luigi-wins-by-doing-absolutely-nothing my way through the entire goddamn game unless I could kill myself somehow, and attempting death via execution would risk winning the game anyway if the trial went in an absurd direction and his own confession wasn't trusted. The way he was more passive afterwards, trying to make someone plan an entire murder with him, makes the above likelier to me.

He has major untapped friendship potential with Nidai. They could bond over mutually not expecting to make it to 30, and the ways people react to finding that out about them, and his artbook opinion of Nidai admires his success despite his condition. Additionally, post-DR2 I feel like Nidai would be very persistent about getting him to move more and improve his quality of life; he could design a gentle program tailored to his specific needs. And him forcing Komaeda to yell self-affirmations would be hilarious.

He really wouldn't like being restrained. Ch2 was hell for him. It would render him a lot more vulnerable to any bad luck that came his way, he's had trauma involving being kidnapped, and a ball gag is one of only 3 gifts in the game he hates. (No shade to people writing komahina BDSM though.) I don't think it's a kink aversion thing because he's chill with being given a maid outfit and otherwise has no shame, lol.

Nothing to confirm or deny either way:

He's left-handed.

He's barely affected by the speech/language issues that are a major part of FTD. However, he is part of the unlucky minority that develop motor issues, and he wasn't doing a bit in the first trial when he said his handwriting was awful. This was not the case or was a lot milder when he first attended Hope's Peak. Suddenly waking up in the simulation with worse symptoms and then hearing he's lost years of memories, regardless of whether the above is a thing, would have really, really got to him.

He takes a lot of notes in case his memory fails him as well.

The fandom has diverse opinions on this, but imo on paper, or if he met Kamukura in a vacuum, Komaeda would like the Kamukura project. I'm not aware of any lines indicating whether talents being natural or the continued existence of a talentless underclass would be important to him, but what definitely does matter to him is the idea of becoming a stepping stone for hope, even at the expense of one's own life. He's even willing to make Ultimates die for other Ultimates' sake during the game (but presumably wouldn't do that outside of a zero sum situation). Hope's Peak has invented a way for talentless leeches to willingly sacrifice themselves to become vessels for new talented people? People that can bring about more hope for humanity than their body's former occupant ever could? Beautiful. As Hinata's foil it's reasonable to assume their ideologies overlapped a lot as well, and Hinata willingly signed up for this.

If he knew Hinata already, however? He'd struggle with cognitive dissonance. He'd tell himself he should be happy for someone in Hinata's position, but since he cares about him I think part of him would protest hard against Hinata ceasing to exist/be really glad the NWP brought him back, depending on when this is, and he would struggle to suppress that. Processing this postgame could be a catalyst for him to finally start to question his coping mechanisms.

Definitely not what canon was going for:

Does the way I generally disregard non-dr2 canon where it clashes with dr2 or wastes potential count lol?

For example, I think planes would be a major trigger for him. Maybe not discussing them or being near them- he handled going to the airport just fine in dr2- but in Dangan Island his freakout if prompted to think about flying a fighter plane is worse than any other anxiety/paranoia he displays in the mode. DR3 having him be chill after a plane crash feels at best like wasted potential, at worst OOC to me.

Covered-in-scars Komaeda fanon my beloved. It's thoroughly not canon but it just makes sense, and I headcanon that his coat is choppy from him cutting off tears from accidents as well. I like to think that his face is weirdly unharmed, so as he's usually wearing trousers and long sleeves- partly because he gets cold easily, but partly to cover them up- most people have no idea how scarred he is. They're often shocked when they see more of his bare skin.

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Toji Fushiguro having a pupil

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader Tags: HCs, Smut, 18+ content, MDNI Plot: I just had this thought about an assassin in training, who got in touch with Toji through Shiu. I‘m thinking about writing a full on fic on this, lmk if you liked these!

Toji was absent-mindedly staring at the screen, watching his horse race while talking to Shiu. The latter called him for a favor even though he knew, that Toji would probably reject the offer.

Toji, who isn‘t a fan of Shiu‘s proposal of him taking in a pupil.

„So, you basically want me to babysit a brat?“ „She‘s really skilled, I‘ve worked with her before,“ Shiu reassured the latter, „she‘s paying well, though,“ „She does,“ Toji asked curiously. It was a whole different story if he gets paid to train you. Eventually, that was his reason to accept the offer.

Toji, who‘s staring you up and down the first time you meet him. Although, he didn‘t really like the idea of having to train a brat, he enjoys ogling at you. Maybe it‘ll be better than he expected.

Toji, who still treats you like a kid.

Toji‘s eyes were glued to the screen behind the counter. You‘ve long finished your dinner, instead now waiting for the horse race to finally finish. You placed your cheek into the palm of your hand as a long sigh spilled over your lips. „What‘s the matter, kid,“ Toji cocked a brow as he faced you. „I‘m not a kid,“ your brows knit together in annoyance. „You‘re not,“ he asked, an amused expression grazing his face, „how old are you?“ „I‘m 21,“ you replied drily. Toji chuckled, „you‘re still wet behind your ears,“ „Whatever,“ you clicked your tongue, lips settling into a pout.

Toji, who picks you up after a night out even though he doesn‘t give a shit about you (he does).

Toji looked at his phone, squinting his eyes as the bright light illuminated his bedroom. He let out a sigh before answering his phone, „what do you want, brat?“ „Toji,“ you cooed, „I’ve got an emergency!“ He groaned, „are you drunk?“ „No, just a bit tipsy,“ you giggled and Toji knew you were lying by the way you slurred your words. Besides, you‘re the worst liar, when you‘re drunk. „Toji, can you pick me up,“ you asked as nicely as you could, „please?“ „Seriously,“ he sighed, „now, why do you need me to pick you up?“ „Because,“ you replied, „my friend left me to fuck a random guy,“ Toji chuckled huskily at your honesty while getting up, „I thought you‘re a grown up. Can‘t walk home by yourself?“ „There are creeps around at this time,“ you pouted, „but it‘s fine, if you don‘t want to,“ „Where are you?“ „That new club,“ you took another look at the sign, „aura club,“ “Stay where you are,“ he commanded before he was headed to your location. There‘s no way he‘d let a creep get their hand on you.

Toji, who couldn‘t take his eyes off of you, when he picked you up. Sure, he was there to pick you up, keep you safe and get you home. But that didn‘t keep him from fantasizing about ravaging you.

“Toji,“ you waved excitedly as he approached you. The guy that tried to get your attention suddenly vanished once he saw that hulk of a man walk towards you. Toji‘s lips tugged into the slightest smile ever, it was barely visible, „now, what are you wearing?“ His eyes scanned over your body, noting how your tight dress accentuated your curves. It gave him a nice view of your cleavage, your chest pushed up and looking fuller than ever. His gaze moved lower, fixing on your thighs. „What do you mean,“ your brows knit together, „don‘t I look good?“ „I‘m not surprised if you‘re getting unwanted attention,“ he pointed out before changing the subject, „let‘s get a cab,“ „Okay,“ you mumbled as you followed him, stumbling like the drunk legend that you are. Once you were in the taxi, Toji couldn‘t help but to note the way your dress hiked up. It was dangerously high up, almost revealing your intimate parts, but you didn‘t seem to care. Probably, because of your drunken state. Toji listened to you rambling on about your night out, smirking at the way you lulled your words. Yet, his eyes always seemed to find their way back to your thighs. Oh, how he would love to just put his hand on your thigh and watch you squirm beneath him. You always acted oh so innocent, but he was sure you were a little slut. At least in his imagination. „Are you even listening?“

„Huh, of course,“ his gaze met yours, taking in your flushed cheeks. Toji walked you up to once you reached your apartment complex. „You know,“ he spoke up while you were searching for your keys, „you shouldn‘t trust any man to get you home,“ „Hm,“ you hummed, looking up at the much taller man, „what are you saying?“ „You don‘t know me, kid,“ he placed one of his hands against your door, right next to your head, caging you in, „you don‘t know what I could do to you,“ You noted the way his eyes darkened, lips flicking into a smirk, „Oh, why don‘t you give me an example?“ Toji was right, and it hit him right then and there. You are a fucking slut. His eyes narrowed, smiling at you in a sly way, „y‘know, there‘s no need to name them,“ You matched his expression as you leaned in closer to him, „there‘s a reason why I asked you to take me home,“ Fuck, you were a slut for him.

Toji, who was ready to fuck you right then and there. He was ready to bend you over the railing in front of your apartment to fuck you. But you were the devil in disguise.

Toji watched you through half-lidded eyes as you leaned closer. He mirrored your movements before you retreated, chuckling at the latter. „But you know,“ you started, „I‘m really drunk, I shouldn‘t do anything reckless, should I?"

He cursed you. He cursed your innocent act, and the way you switched up on him. But, it left him hungry for more. Best believe he fucked his fist as soon as he got home. All the while, he imagined you in that dress, remembering your curves and the way you bit your lower lip as he caged you in. For fucks sake, it will be really weird during your next mission.

Toji, who eventually got tired of your innocent act.

It was pouring down, which is why Toji was driving you home. Every so often, his gaze flickered over at your form. His lips tugged into a smirk as he casually placed his hand on your thigh. „T-toji, what are you doing,“ your brows furrowed in confusion as you turned towards him. His touch felt hot as his calloused hand was rubbing your soft skin. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, „drop that innocent act, brat,“ „What do you mean,“ you questioned him, playing coy. „You know what I mean, he chuckled lowly, „remember when I walked you home?“ Your eyes widened in realization as your mind was flooded with those memories. “You‘re a little tease,“ he said as his hand moved higher, legs already trembling in anticipation. You felt a heat spread between your thighs. You gasped as his hand palmed your cunt through your panties, earning an approving hum from the latter as he noted the wetness between your legs. He cocked a brow, „you‘re dripping wet, baby,“ Your cheeks flushed as you bit down on your lower lip. He started to trace your slit through the thin fabric, earning a soft moan, „T-toji,“ „What a little slut,“ he breathed, „but don‘t worry, I‘ll take good care of you,

[ryuichirou]

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It’s because that would be misleading, Anon.

We don’t have anything against “x reader” stuff, but this isn’t the type of content that we create, and even though some of my ramblings could be considered as such, this isn’t the intent. Whenever I write headcanons and use phrasing like “you’d have to really try to piss this guy off”, I’m not doing it with the idea of you-the-reader interacting with the character – it’s more of a generic statement about that exact character and their personality.

We ship characters with each other, and even if one of the parts of the ship is not a major canon character, a mob or just some rando we came up with for the sake of the story, none of this feels the same as “x reader” to me. We focus on their interactions with other characters and with other potential people within the story, which, in my head, is the opposite of the “x reader” posts. It’s not “if you, the reader, were to date Trey, he would act like that”, but more of a “Trey is the type of person that does this when he is dating someone”, implying either one of the existing ships or some random student.

Of course, you can still read those posts as if they were written to be hypothetical scenarios for the reader, but when it comes to tagging, it could create awkward situations. Like when I draw Malleus (just an example) doing something flirty, in my head implying that the other party is either someone we ship him with, or that it’s just a generic drawing, and people assume that it’s “x reader” because someone tagged it as such, which leads to them being then disappointed that we ship Malleus with Lilia of all people and don’t want to play along with yume comments. It’s just ends up being uncomfortable for everyone involved, and, I’ll say it directly as well, it is uncomfortable for us.

Sorry for rambling, and I hope that makes sense. Once again, it’s not like I have anything against it, it just wouldn’t be truthful to tag our posts like that, just like it wouldn’t be truthful to tag them as Leechcest or Idivil because those aren’t the ships that we are depicting.

Anonymous asked:

Nerd Kalim is hurting my brain 🥵 Can we get him a harem full of gyarus? NRC has plenty of them...

(related to this drawing)

Hehe sorry~

Oh god, Kalim and his gyarus… Every bottom is a gyaru now, congratulations Kalim… Honestly though, Jamil has such nice sporty gyaru vibes!! But they would look so cursed together with Kalim’s nerdy looks lol In a good way.

For some reason, we talk a lot about Kalim’s harem these days hmmm. There is another ask I’ll reply to hopefully soon related to the topic of Kalim’s harem…

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

Azul may be hard as a rock but Idia's as soft as a bun ( I'd like to think as bony and lanky as Idia is. He's got some cushion on his ass)

Also Idia if you keep poking Azul might decide to poke you somewhere else 😉

Awww, this is so cute! Idia being unexpectedly soft… Azul needs to be careful with how and where he’s poking him, he could leave marks everywhere~

I feel like I always end up drawing Idia “finding out after fucking around”, so to speak. He keeps pestering Azul, and Azul keeps “poking him” in the right places as his revenge…

thestarlightfae asked:

Is Idia commenting on Azul's muscles?

Yep! He keeps forgetting that Azul got them pecs…

thestarlightfae asked:

Alright! Another question as I read through the headcanons! When you that Leona may have had a relationship with twst!Zuzu do you mean the canon one-Kifagi/Negi-or an oc of yours?

I’ll answer all of your questions!

I should also clarify: I didn’t mean that he had relationship with twst!Zazu, I tried to note that this is NOT him that I’m talking about! We haven’t seen the event, so I have no idea what he is all about, but based on the vibes, I don’t think he would fit that role. This wasn’t about any specific OC either; it’s just that when I look at Leona, I can picture him having an older male figure in his life at some point. Someone that he secretly admired and maybe had a connection with, but at this point in his life it’s just a thing from the past. Nothing too deep, I don’t really want to dive into it lol Just a thought that I had.

Also! I just noticed his gold nail-polish! Its pretty, but Kalim is wearing too much gold, he needs more variety (comment on his character, not your art: you art is amazing as always). I bite my nails so I never wear nail polish cause I'll still end up biting, and it tastes really bad. On the topic of nail-biting, do you think and of the twst boys bite their nails?

I’m glad you liked the art, thank you so much!! Yeah, Kalim really is the king of gold lol It looks good on him… even though it’s excessive sometimes. But now I wonder if Kalim bites his nails. Weirdly, I feel like he doesn’t. 🤔 But I’ll think about it some more + about other characters as well, and write a proper post about it! At some point…

Also, have you seen the Scalding Sands event? If so, do you think Najima is a top or bottom?

Haven’t seen it, unfortunately, so no thoughts about Najma :( But I like her design…

I'll go now! Thank you! Have fun the wild journey of my adhd thoughts! Please lmk if I'm being too much and I'll try to tone it down next time!

No worries about the thoughts and questions, thank you for your ask! Feel free to send more; I am pretty speedy with my reply this time, but god I am grateful for everyone’s patience…

Wait! One more! I personally headcanon Leona to have some sort of Alcohol (that word is way to hard to spell) dependancy! What do you think? Do you think any of the twst characters use drugs/ or drink excessively? Do you think any of them are addicted? Alright! Goodbye for real this time!

…this is also a topic for a post that’s going to take longer for me to think about, so for now I’ll just keep being grateful for your patience! It’s an interesting one to think about, and I might group it with some other ask I’ve been wanting to address already…

Thank you for your questions <3

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter one Chapter three My Master List

Title: Chapter two

Word Count: 1010

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

"So you and Robin, ay?" Eddie asked as he and Chrissy sat around scribbling into notebooks one evening.

"Oh hush, it's nothing, just a handful of dates is all" Chrissy blushed.

"Yeah, sure, a handful of dates. We both know what that means for lesbians. You'll be married by the end of the week." Eddie laughed, poking her side.

"I'm bisexual you biphobic ass" Chrissy responded. "But yes, only a handful of dates."

"You clearly like her, Chris, you need to ask her out officially. Do something romantic and ask her the next time you go down on her or something" Eddie shrugged, picking up his dragon slayer and strumming out a few chords.

"Eww! Dont be so crass." Chrissy squeaked.

Eddie laughed and continued to go between playing and writing for a few more minutes.

"Chris, we need to be playing to people, we need a band" Eddie sighed.

"We do, we really do. We need a few more people. Robin can play the guitar really well and it would be a good excuse for me to pick my bass back up, I really should play it more."

"Ok, so we have 2 guitarists and a bassist, as well as 2 singers." Eddie counted on his fingers.

"I'll speak to Robs tomorrow and see what she says if you want?" Chrissy said as she continued to write lyrics in her notebook.

The following day Chrissy was sat out by Lovers Lake with Robin, something they did most days after school. They spent time talking about their days, working on homework and making out as much as they could.

"Birdie, me and Eddie were doing some songwriting last night when we discussed being in a band. We were wondering if you wanted to join us and start a band. I can play bass, you and Eddie can play guitar and Eddie can sing." Chrissy asked.

"Oh, that could be so fun! I would love to bunny" Robin answered kissing Chrissy.

"Steve can play the drums so I could ask him to join too if that's ok? It could be even more fun with him in the band too. We need a place to practice and we need to start getting gigs and then keep working our way up!" Robin rambled making Chrissy giggle.

"Sure baby, we can ask Steve to join. I'll let Eddie know when I see him next. It'll be great. We can do band practice at mine, we can use one of the garages." she smiled at the girl in front of her.

"I spoke to Robin, she's excited to join us and she's suggested Steve joins as well, I've said it's ok but that I would tell you when I next see you." Chrissy told Eddie later that week when they met up again for their weekly movie evening.

"Steve?" Eddie questions as he sets chips into a bowl.

"Harrington, yes" Chrissy replied as she picked the bowl up and curled into the corner of the couch with it.

"Absolutely not, not that top 40, granddad rock-listening jock." Eddie huffed and went to grab another bowl for more chips, knowing full well he had no chance of getting the others back from Chrissy. He was secretly happy about this though, she was eating much better recently.

"He plays the drums and is into punk you ass, can we at least try with him?" Chrissy asked, looking up at him with her big bright eyes that she knew worked.

"Fine," Eddie grumbled "but I'm not happy about it at all."

"Just see how it is at mine next week." she smiled as Eddie got comfy and they started the film. "Not to mention I remember you having a crush on him all those years ago." she winked. 

"Oh hush you, you menace of a pixie" Eddie laughed, reaching for the remote and pressing play on the film they had set up to watch. 

"So," Robin started as she slid into the dining booth opposite Steve for their weekly fries and milkshake bitchfest. "I was talking to Chrissy the other day and she and Eddie are starting a band, I'm joining them. I want you to join us too. It could be so fun."

"Munson?" was all Steve said looking at her.

"Yes, Munson." Robin sighed. "Will you at least think about it?"

"Yeah ok, anything for you and your little girlfriend," Steve said, sounding very falsely put out by this.

"She's not my girlfriend" Robin hissed at him. "Just come to hers next week and see how practice goes please."

"You know I'll be there, you'll need a lift there and back. I'm not trusting Munson in that death wagon to keep you safe." Steve replied, starting to eat the food that had been placed in front of him.

"Oh dingus, I remember you used to have a crush on him, what happened to that?" Robin cackled. 

"I never had a crush on him, don't be stupid." Steve replied unconvincingly. 

"Steve said he'll join us in the band," Robin announced to Chrissy as they sat down to eat lunch together a couple of days later.

"Is he as excited as Eddie is?" Chrissy giggled, picking at her salad.

"Oh yes, very," Robin laughed. "They'll be fine when we can get them together and playing some music"

"I can't wait to get playing and be able to spend more time with you" Chrissy blushed.

"Me neither, it's going to be so fun. I really hope we make it big. It would be so awesome to make our dreams come together." Robin smiled.

"Urg stop being so cute when I can't grab you and kiss you, got to save that for later. Want to stay over mine tonight?" Chrissy asked.

"Erm, yeah, of course" The other girl stuttered.

"Good, we can have loads of fun," Chrissy winked. 

"I'll need to head to mine for a little while after my last class, let my parents know, and grab a bag of things," Robin said, trying to hide behind her food.

[bigalockwood]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks @sunshine-rudberg for tagging me <3333

How many works do you have on Ao3?

7!

What's your total Ao3 word count?

175,665

What fandoms do you write for?

Young Royals. I used to write for other fandoms ages ago, but have no interest to write for any others right now.

Top five fics by kudos

(The results to this are kinda skewed, because I started posting my stories for users only after Royally Whipped, which drastically influences nr. of hits and kudos).

Royally Whipped

we'll make a home on the cracks (glowing review)

Simon Eriksson hates breeches

All Is Fair In Love and Secret Santa

arm-biting (vindictively)

Do you respond to comments?

I try my hardest, but when I was writing Royally Whipped I was insanely busy and got super behind on replying. So now I have a mountain of comments waiting for me to reply to . I'm trying my best to go through them and keep up with the comments coming in because of should've said no.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No angsty endings for me. I guess in terms of what was angsty until close to the end, it would have to be glowing review.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Royally Whipped, I'd say. Season 3 completely derailed my plans for that one, so it's much less angsty than originially planned.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. But I guess there's always first time for everything, right?

Do you write smut?

So far, no. Just weirdly suggestive scenes.

Craziest crossover:

Never written one.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Hope it doesn't ever happen, either.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! (As far as I know, at least.)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

In an old fandom, yes. It was fun but also super messy and definitely far from my best work.

All time favourite ship?

Wilmon! No one does it like them.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a bunch of stuff in my drafts, but most of those are just rouch ideas or random scenes. So no WIP. I'm usually very good at finishing them (though there is an abandoned twilight fanfiction on another website, but I'm not touching that one with a ten-foot pole).

What are your writing strengths?

Questions like that always throw me off, because I genuinely don't know. But I think I'm pretty good at coming up with metaphors for my characters feelings that are hopefully not too cringy to read.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I ramble. A lot. Other writers could probably tell my stories in three chapters and be done. I'm unable to do that. Also too many details in general. Pretty sure I overuse and repeat certain words all the time. Generally just don't know how to make anything concise.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don't mind it when reading fanfic (actually barely notice), but personally choose not to use it. If the story is set in Sweden, then imo they're already speaking Swedish with each other, so no need to have them say Swedish words.

First fandom you wrote in?

Twilight lmao

Favourite fic you've written?

You're asking me to decide between my children??? Okay, I'll give it a shot. I think Royally Whipped will always have a special place in my heart because I wrote it in such a chaotic phase of my life. But I also really, really love Simon Eriksson hates breeches (I think it's very funny ngl) and had the best time writing glowing review.

No pressure tags @hergrandplan, @wilmonsfolklore, @gulliblelemon, @nerdyfangirl76, @iwouldnevergetintofanfic & anyone else who wants to do this (I could tag so many amazing people, but I have no idea who's already been tagged, other than those along side me)!

[pluppsauthor]

Ad Infinitum - Chapter One

Hey all! I said a while back I was bit by the writing bug, and here's a new WIP (Ad Infinitum, placeholder name). It's a science fiction story exploring some really cool astrophysics and mathematical phenomenon I find really interesting. I couldn't find a good way to split the first chapter into smaller amounts, so it's a bit long, enjoy!

(Tag list for writing: @illarian-rambling, @casualsuitturtle, @tildeathiwillwrite. Message me, or comment/reblog this saying you want to be on/off of the tag list)

--------------------------------------------------- [CW: Swears]

Captain’s Log, Entry 227 of Zanlith; Sent as a message to Planet Hurin of the Zgrthyn System.

Captain Zanlith communicating. (I swear, if one more person says or writes my name as “X-anlith”, I’m going to fly this vessel into a neutron star).

I’m sending this message to Planet Hurin, hopefully to Officer Falinx if my comms are set up correctly. I’m approaching the Zgrthyn star system soon (still don’t know how to pronounce it). We should arrive sometime within the next 10 of your solar years, if all goes well.

My crew is still on ice right now, and I’m sending this message through dreamlink, hopefully we have no need to wake before our arrival.

I’m keeping this message brief so as to not take up your time. Honestly, there isn’t much to report on besides the information stated above about our proximity. No news is good news... that’s a saying where I’m from, I don’t know how well it will translate.

Keep yourself busy for us, this is the S.S. Whitespace ending transmission.

***

I’m still a bit surprised by how boring being a captain can be sometimes. I know I was told extensively about how “Space faring crews often face boredom when traversing empty space or between star systems.” But I don’t think that saying was meant for humans.

Out of all of the space-flight capable species, humans are by far the shortest lived. Granted, we do have de-aging and life extension medical procedures and practices, but... it's still not close. There’s one species – my crew just call them “elves” as a joke for a few older fantasy creatures – they can live a millennium on average, one and a half if they’re lucky. Granted, that’s in earthen years. According to the sources I read, on their home planet they live around 200 years or so. They don’t look like an elf at all, not the typical ones written in fantasy stories at least. 

They were the first other space-flight capable species we found and interacted with. Humans still had a lot of fear about other species being hostile or a threat, but that turned out wrong. By our definitions, the space elves are pacifists and would never have been a threat to us. Their vessel’s still possessed weapons, but it was a defensive measure not an offensive one.

I’m getting off track again. The one downside of sleeping on ice is not having proper medication. It isn’t a deal breaker for most people, companies tend not to hire people with severe medication issues as is anyway. The problem for me is I need some or else my brain is hard to control. At least sleeping on ice is quick, for the most part.

We managed to figure out a way to induce it in such a way that you can still dream, so that one can still utilise dreamlink technologies. What a life saver those are, being able to control your dreams and communicate to others outside of it. I suppose it’s not necessary, but without it I would have to be unfrozen every time I receive a message or update in navigation. Instead I receive the messages in my dreams and can choose whether to act on them in my dreams (such as sending replies to messages) or unfreeze myself, such as when I’m needed to aid navigation or something similar.

It's a shame though, since I need to remain alert and aware in my dreams, I can’t pass the time or experience any fantasy in my dreams. My crew, unless they are needed, can do whatever in their dreams. They could also just sleep without them if they only want to pass the time. But, the duties of a captain are required, even if I sometimes question how necessary they truly are.

*ALERT CAPTAIN*

Oh, great, just when I was talking about it, oh joy.

“Receive message.”

*NAVIGATION SYSTEMS HAVE BEGUN EXPERIENCING ALTERED SPACETIME. NO VISUAL SOURCE, SUSPECTED UNDOCUMENTED BLACKHOLE IN CLOSE VICINITY.*

Close!? I’ve never heard that before, how close is close!?

“Eject cryo-pod!”

*COMMENCING THAWING PROCEDURE, PLEASE WAIT UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY THAWED TO MOVE*

I felt my body begin the unfreezing process. I never got used to it, probably never will either. At first, I felt it in my dream, it was like a strange simultaneous warmth and chill enveloping me. Then, the dream faded until everything was pitch-black. My senses returned to me, everything but my sense of temperature. It was required to remain numbed until after the patient was thawed, for discomfort avoidance.

Soon, my eyes were opened and I could hear. I couldn’t move until the pod was opened. Well, I could, but it was sluggish and ill-advised. I knew what was a dumb idea even in times like these. Honestly, it was probably nothing serious, the alert that is. Even if we only now began experiencing the pull of a nearby blackhole, we would be fine. Our thrusters aren’t being used as is, so we could always set them to maximum acceleration if needed. Even if that didn't work, we could always try and pull off a risky gravity sling around it to escape it.

I probably overreacted, but I’d never heard that alert before. I think my emotions got the better of me, oh well, I can just go to sleep after, if nothing’s wrong.

The pod finally opened and I involuntarily yawned, apparently only humans and other earthen species do that.

“Ship, status report.” I said as I shook off the chill and threw on my captain’s coat. At least that was a good perk, that coat is nothing else if not stylish.

“GOOD MORNING, CAPTAIN. NAVIGATION HAS PICKED UP A STRANGE BEND IN NEARBY RELATIVE SPACETIME, SUSPECTED UNDOCUMENTED BLACKHOLE OR SIMILAR PHENOMENON. ALL OTHER SYSTEMS ARE WORKING AT 100% EFFECTIVENESS. WOULD YOU LIKE A STIMULANT OR NUTRITIONAL SUPPLEMENT?”

“No. Please send a message to the ship’s officers about the situation. Tell them they do not need to exit their cryo-sleep if they do not wish to.”

“CAPTAIN, OFFICER CLAYDE IS IN DREAMLESS SLEEP, DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO WAKE HIM?”

“No, do not disturb him. Also, send a liquid stimulant and my medication to the bridge.”

“UNDERSTOOD.”

Goodness, nobody turned the lights off in here? Wait, did they disable the automatic lighting!? Why!?

“*sigh* Ship, please turn on automatic lighting.”

“AUTOMATIC LIGHTING HAS NOW BEEN ACTIVATED. ALL LIGHTS IN AREAS OF NO LIVING ACTIVITY HAVE BEEN DEACTIVATED.”

I swear I am going to kill whoever turned that off. How much power did that drain!? Oh... I’m going to have a headache at this rate. Anyway, after I put on my coat I briskly walked to the bridge. At least the gravity systems were still online. I swear I’m running a daycare instead of a starship sometimes. I heard some sounds of the thawing process as I left, at least someone decided to join me. 

It didn’t take long to reach the bridge which was, unsurprisingly, unoccupied. The lights came on as I entered, as well as the displays. Sure enough, the displays showed the calculated path and the estimated path. The former was what was set before our previous departure, the latter was what I was warned about, a supposed undocumented blackhole.

Oh, there was even an estimated location for said blackhole. It was even asking me to send a report to the universal navigation system to update the new location of the blackhole. Seeing as it was undocumented, I allowed it to update the navigation systems.

However, while it did update the universal systems, so that all ships knew of this blackhole in case they travelled through this region, something was wrong with it. It looked like the navigation systems themselves were... shit, did they fritz themselves?

“I should’ve replaced it.” I muttered.

“Ship, are there any replacement navigation chips in the storage?”

A few moments of silence passed, only really a few seconds, but it felt horrible to wait through.

“NO CAPTAIN, LAST REPLACEMENT WAS USED 348 TERRAN YEARS AGO.”

“That long ago? Damn, no wonder it was fritzed.”

I heard someone entering the bridge, the sound of that door was indistinguishable.

“Zac, what the fuck was that message!? Undocumented blackhole!? How much time are we going to lose?”

Oh, that voice... Look, I don’t hate Officer Ani, I just wish she wasn’t a part of my crew.

“I don’t know, I heard it not long before I relayed it to you. We obviously aren’t near the event horizon, and we haven’t entered the region our thrusters can’t escape from. That being said... our chip is fried and we have no replacement. I think our best option is to manually redirect before returning to our original course.”

“The chip fried!? When?”

“Ship said 348 of our years ago.”

“Oh, yeah that makes sense. Alright, move, let me take over.”

“You’re not even the navigational assistant, why are you telling me to move?”

“What? No, I’m going to fix the stupid chip. Shit... I need to grab some electronics. Don’t make it worse until I get back.”

She ran out of the room. I don’t know why she doesn’t use the ship for assistance as much as the rest of the crew, but... oh well.

Alright, looking at the displays... uh... oh, that’s not... great. It looks like the systems are really bad. I took a quick sip of something to help me focus, as well as taking my medicine for the same reason. They won't take effect for a little bit, but I know I’ll need them at this rate.

Okay, okay. Well, at least the readings are correct. None of the data has been corrupted, I can still use that to–

“I’m back, let me take a crack at that thing.”

“Hold on, give me a minute to figure this out.”

“Figure out what?”

“The navigation. None of the data is corrupted or altered, only the displays for it and how the ship is using the data. So I’m running some calculations to find a manual course to take to get us out of here. The situation is a bit worse than I thought it was, but it isn’t that bad, we’re still fine.”

“How bad is ‘bad’, if I may ask?”

“It’s bad when I can’t escape, manually or automatically.”

“Oh... it’s not good is it?”

“No, but it isn’t bad.”

“Thanks for the words of encouragement.”

I... I don’t know what to say anymore. I looked back at the displays and started typing in line after line of commands for the ship to take. Once they were set I double – triple checked them to make sure I hadn’t made any mistakes. 

Then I hit enter.

“MANUALLY SHIP OVERRIDE, FOLLOWING ENTERED COMMANDS.”

*ERROR: NAVIGATION SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN DAMAGED, FOLLOWING COMMANDS WITHOUT COMPUTER ASSISTED NAVIGATIONAL AID.*

“Yeah, I figured that would happen.”

“Well, if you aren’t using the navigation systems anymore, why don’t I rip them apart and put them back again?”

“*sigh* Yeah... sure, go for it.”

She started working her magic on the electronics down below the displays. I’m sure she knew what she was doing, seeing as she had been chief engineer for another ship for half a century or so. She even single-handedly hot-wired our ship when the electronics went down after a rough collision in an asteroid field.

“Oh, that chip is gone. There’s no saving that one. Let’s hope your commands work and make sure to purchase a few when we next dock.”

“The commands should work fine, assuming the data hasn’t been corrupted, but it doesn’t look like it has.”

“Did... did you run any kind of calculations to make sure it wasn’t corrupted?”

“. . . No?”

“ZAC!”

“Look, it was fine! I’ve seen that data hundreds– thousands of times before! I know what it looks like when it's corrupted!”

“ZAC!”

“What!?”

“LOOK AT THE DISPLAYS ALREADY!”

Following her panic, I looked at the displays. NONE of the numbers lined up with the commands I inputted and didn’t line up with where we should be. I quickly pulled up a back-up system that is meant to detect gravitational waves and alterations to spacetime. It was an older system, a legacy from earlier starships before the navigational chips became more advanced to account for all of that and more.

The data was so, SO, bad. According to what it was showing, we would soon enter a region in which our thrusters could not overcome the curve of spacetime. Maybe, MAYBE, we could try and orbit the blackhole while accelerating to escape. Our momentum couldn’t change instantly, so by the time we were to change directions we would already be in that region.

I checked how much fuel we still had left just in case. By the looks of, we had almost none that we could use for spare. Systems showed us as having just enough to make it to our destination if we followed the commands I already put in. The only problem with that is those commands will send us INTO THE BLACKHOLE!

“ANI! WAKE UP ANY OF THE NAVIGATIONAL PEOPLE, I’M GOING TO TRY AND FIX THE COMMANDS, GO NOW!”

Ani ran out without another word, leaving me alone for a moment in the bridge amidst chaos and panic, silent chaos and panic mind you, unless you count my numerous swears and panicked breaths.

As I quickly calculated a new path and made manual adjustments, I accessed the communications array and set it for all signal access.

“Alert! Alert! This is S.S. Whitespace, our navigation systems have been damaged and we are being sent into a... what appears to be a blackhole. I do not know if or when this message will reach you, but we are going to try and orbit the blackhole if we can not escape it, please send rescue as soon as possible! If we stop sending signals, assume we're dead. This message will now repeat!”

With that, I ended the message and set it to repeat. It won’t stop sending unless the communications systems go offline or we run out of power. That should help us in the worst case scenario, but for now, we need to get out of here!

I heard Ani’s footsteps as she rushed in, breathing heavily.

“Captain, I sent a message through dreamlink and forcefully woke up the entire navigation team, they should arrive soon I hope.”

I nodded.

“Good, I sent a message to anyone that can receive it, in the worst case we should receive rescue.”

“How would we be rescued if we fell in?”

“The only way we can be rescued is if we can’t escape, but can orbit it. Our only haven then would be a ship with a higher acceleration than us.”

“Well, let’s just hope we can escape.”

I continued to calculate a way out while making manual adjustments. We haven’t fucked up yet, or I guess I hadn’t fucked up yet since no one else was on the bridge beside an engineer made officer who knew about as much about navigation as I did about engineering, what a great pair.

First to come to the bridge was the officer for the navigation branch of our ship, Officer Clayde. If I had known what was happening, I would have woken him up beforehand, but no, I just had to value his beauty sleep.

“Captain, what is happening, why was I awoken and told about a navigation error!?”

“Just that Clayde, the chip was fried, we were approaching an undocumented blackhole and I made some course corrections based on the remaining data, which was also corrupted, and now we're falling into the blackhole instead. I need the navigation team here to help get us out of here.”

“WHAT!?”

Clayde, who hadn’t even finished putting on his uniform’s coat, ran to the co-pilot's seat, reserved for him for navigation. He pulled up more displays, looked at some of the ones I had up, and started plugging away at numbers and calculations. His fingers typed at an insane speed, as did his mind no doubt.

A few others came in later as well, Ani told them the situation as me and Clayde went back and forth on solutions. The bridge, which had been so calm and quiet a moment ago, was now in chaos as everyone was shouting commands and orders, coordinates and trajectories, all the while I was making manual inputs and commanding the ship to change every part of the flight controls, such as thruster angle, power output, fuel consumption, efficiency, everything I needed.

Who cares about fuel at this point!? We need to get out of here first, we can call for rescue when we’re out of here. We can’t if we’re dead.

The navigation team went to work on trying to help fix the situation, but nothing got better, we only managed to prevent it from getting worse.

“Captain, at this rate, we’ll run out of fuel and slowly drift spirally inward towards the singularity.” Clayde said. “Also, being this close is no doubt distorting time. The closer we are, the worse it’ll get obviously. More importantly, we may miss our rescue due to it coming and passing before we even notice it.”

I groaned, realising just how bad things were.

“How much fuel do we have left?”

“Not enough to get us out of here. We’re orbiting right now, but even if we use our momentum and set our thrusters to maximum output it won’t escape the gravitational well we’re in. In short, without rescue, the best case scenario is we’re stuck here, the worst case is we drift towards the blackhole.”

“Clayde, how much do you know about orbital mechanics and how they relate to large distortions with spacetime such as a blackhole.”

“Rotating blackhole, Captain.”

“Rotating?”

“Yes, I won’t bore you with the mathematics, but theoretical stationary blackholes are... well, theoretical. Based on how blackholes form, all of them should be rotating. A stationary one would no doubt be the end of our existence, since the singularity is a single point. But,” he continued “since it should be rotating, and based on all the mathematics I know, it not only pulls spacetime toward it, but also curves it. This brings me to my next point, we’re going against the curve.”

“That’s not good, but please elaborate.”

“Think of it as a current, Captain. If we were to go with the current, it would be easier to escape as we would move with the momentum of the blackhole’s curvature of spacetime. But since we’re against it, it requires much more force and acceleration we simply do not possess. We’re orbiting right now, but with a decaying acceleration. Sooner or later, it will decay until we reverse direction and fall in.”

“So, in short, we’re fucked?”

“Yes, Captain.”

The entire room fell silent as I held my head in my hands. I sighed and groaned, at least I didn’t have to panic anymore, now I just had to accept the reality before me.

“Captain,” Clayde continued, “I would recommend we cut the thrusters. We aren’t making any progress, besides wasting what little fuel we have. Also, I won’t bore the details now, but we may need fuel later, assuming we don’t die.”

I started gnawing on my finger out of stress, an old habit I never got rid of. There was too much happening, so much I almost consider this not to be reality. But, it couldn’t be a dream, that wasn’t possible. Not to mention, I could feel the pain of my teeth biting into my finger.

“Cut the thrusters! Ani, wake the rest of the crew up. We’re going to enter a blackhole.”

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Thanks for reading as always! ❤

Important note, I am not a physicist, astrophysicist, or have a phd in any related field. If, by chance, you are/have more knowledge than I do. PLEASE tell me any mistakes I have/may make now or in any future posts I make about this story. It is a science fiction story, but I want the science part to be accurate, if a little theoretical.

For everyone else, I hope you enjoyed! ❤

[igbylicious]

welp your girl got too rambly to fit in the replies again XD honestly, I just can't help it. You're always so nice, I feel like I got a penpal that I can just share my excitement with!!

NEW PROJECTS YOU SAY (✧ ∇ ✧). Duuude I legitimately could just read your grocery list and love it atp. ahh I'm so conflicted now, and I feel extremely greedy T_T. Honesly, you just made such an inviting little world, and even though it's not fantastical, it's still so alluring that even the little mentions of the other members get me wondering about what they're doing and how they connect to our trio, like the tea spilling sessions between woo and hwa must be so much fun plssss. I wonder where jongsang fit there too and if yunho is ever getting over his little dry spell. idk just little thoughts like that.

Of course I'd take the time! You take the time to write and post them after all!! for free too????? I just really admire what you do a lot, and you do it so so well bless you.

Again, thank you for your kind words. I'm glad my rambling can cheer you up icb im being perceived like that (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄) and I wish you an abundance of spoons ^^

aww hehe you know i love it when you get rambly!!! your excitement is contagious! (´ ω `♡)

oh YES new projects :3 some scifi, a zombie au, more vampire stuff, an assortment of shorter smutty scenarios… there’s a lot waiting in the back! i work on the shorter ideas whenever i need a break from whiway, but i really try to keep the longfic benched until it’s done ^^;;

OHHH i rambled abt the other members somewhere, let me dig that up!

Yeosang and Wooyoung are childhood friends in this fic hehe~ Yeosang moved into Woo’s neighbourhood when they were like 6y old and when this shy quiet boy joined Wooyoung’s class, lil Woo was like “i got this, i’m gonna take care of this dude 👍” and instantly adopted Yeosang lol ♡

Jongho and San are big karaoke buddies! Jongho and Wooyoung were actually drinking buddies first, and now Wooyoung ‘complains’ they never have a quiet drink anymore, there always has to be singing too lol (he secretly loves it tho hehe)

whispers Mingi is one of the subs that San and Yunho tag-teamed ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

POOR YUNHO RIP but yes i assure you he lives a very fulfilled life despite everything ♡(>ᴗ•) (i love that you remember that asdkjadskjadjk)

asdkjadsjkdsa ahhhh thankyou pls, that is such a lovely mindset (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ it’s why i always try to comment on fics too :’3

I’LL TAKE ALL THE SPOONS I CAN GET ASKJDASKJASDSK i feel a bit more stable mental health-wise atm (hence why i popped up on tumblr again lol) but oof some more spoons and a few less forks are very very welcome!!! σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

[c-c-cherry]

HELLO you may recognise me as the artist that drew that one whole scene from chapter 7!! thought i'd drop in to say:

FIRST OF ALL midterms are the pain ever, i wish you all the best!! stay hydrated <3

SECOND OF ALL thank you for taking the time to leave such a long and heartfelt reply on my post asjcjkdj it made me really really happy and giddy for the rest of the day i'm so glad i managed to portray the characters and envision the scenes the way you intended us to! your writing is absolutely gorgeous and i hope you're doubting its quality less, because it is top tier.

speaking of your writing i was tempted to talk about why i really loved the fic in the post itself but felt like it was really long already 😭

so here i am, this may be long, i apologise in advance for my rambling, in this essay-

REIGEN'S SPIRALLING DOWN THE NEGATIVE SELF TALK WAS SO HEART BREAKING BUT SO RAW, IN A WAY, LIKE IT HURTS THAT HE REALLY THINKS NO ONE NEEDS HIM AROUND AND EVERYONE WOULD BE FINE/BETTER OFF W/O HIM. BUT SO SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN POSITIVELY IMPACTED BY HIM AND SO MANY PEOPLE LOVE HIM AND WANT HIM AND NEED HIM

I LOVE HOW REIGEN WAS FORCED TO FACE THAT TRUTH THROUGH DIMPLE'S MEMORIES, I LOVE HOW DIMPLE CARES AND IS CONCERNED FOR REIGEN WHILE BEING BRUTAL AND A LITTLE SHIT

i love how everyone turns to teru because he's reliable and he's smart but he's just a 14 year old who's had to be his own adult for way too long and he's just trying to figure things out, too. I LOVE HATE THE WAY HE TRIES TO FILL REIGEN'S SHOES, I LOVE THEIR FATHER-SON DYNAMIC

getting me started on ritsu would be a mistake as i may write a 13k word essay if left unattended BUT in short, I LOVE THE WAY YOU DEPICTED HIS TRAUMA, HIS EXTREMELY HUMAN, EMOTIONAL REACTION TO MOB POTENTIALLY LOSING CONTROL, THE WAY HE ISN'T OVER IT, BECAUSE REALLY THATS SO UNDERSTANDABLE, THE WAY HE'S JUST A SMALL, SCARED 13 YEAR OLD JUST OUGHHH

MOB AND HIS CONCERN FOR REIGEN, HIM STEPPING UP EVEN THOUGH HE KNEW HIS SHISHOU COULD BE DEAD INSIDE THE OFFICE, HIS BRAVERY AND HIS COMPASSION. AND THE ONE MEMORY? WHERE HES ASKING REIGEN NOT TO LEAVE SO SOON, NOT WITHOUT SAYING SOMETHING I CRIED. I CRIED OK I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SERIZAWA DESPITE BEING ARGUABLY THE MOST ANXIOUS ABOUT THE WHOLE SITUATION, STEPPING UP!! TAKING CHARGE AND BEING MATURE AND DOING HIS BEST, FOR THE KIDS AND FOR HIMSELF AND ESPECIALLY FOR REIGEN

and shou oh my god i love that he tags along, that he's included but feels like an outcast in their group, the way he's there because he cares but he thinks he doesn't really have the right since he's not as close to reigen. HES SO ALONE BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO INTEGRATE INTO THEIR CIRCLE, SO HE KIND OF HANGS AROUND THE EDGE AND GOOD LORD I WISH THEY'D JUST PULL HIM IN

in conclusion i want to hug them all. i haven't felt this many emotions in so long cherry you did amazing and trust me you're going to keep doing amazing, because you are you

if you read all the way here thank you for bearing w me 😭😭 i hope you're doing well, you said you recovered from a mystery sickness recently? take care ok, we support you!! <3

-bloo

Hello Bloo!! I’m so sorry it took me this long to finally reply. Life is life, and now I’m here! But just know that I’ve been rereading this ask consistently because it makes me so happy that my work can…make people think THOUGHTS? In-depth thoughts that they want to share with me?? It still barely feels real to me that people are liking my silly self-indulgent fic where I make the business man suffer. So thank you! I’m so happy you’re enjoying it, and thank you again for that deliciously-crafted fan comic! :)

I'm sparing your poor souls from a Cherry ramble under the cut. But for those who wanna peek inside my silly head:

As for what you’re saying about the fic itself…yeah HAHA. You’ve got it down. As someone who’s completely desensitized to their own ideas and the execution of said ideas, I don’t know how obvious all my little underlying themes and ulterior plot lines have been, but your interpretation of it all is pretty spot on. I’m a sucker for forcing characters to face their own truth via IMPOSSIBLE circumstances and then dragging every other character into a whirlpool of chaos and conflict and confrontation in turn. It makes it all the more fun >:)

I’ve been trying to write the characters carefully so their dynamics blend or clash or do anything else that I please, and that means letting them roam free and interact with each other while keeping their special character quirks. I love writing Mob constantly on the verge of guilty instability, Seri having to step his ass up despite his confidence not yet being 100%, Shou and his mysterious ways that are SO worth exploring because he's such a complex character despite not appearing a lot in canon, Ritsu’s impulsive, fear-driven, 13-year-old antics (and that dreaded stop sign), and of course, Reigen and all his pathetic self-loathing. In fact, ALL of them have been incredibly fun to write because ONE has amazing, fleshed-out characters that interact so well together. BUT I’ve been surprised with how much I’ve loved writing Dimple and Teru especially. Dimple’s not hard to write at all for me, but his interactions with the other characters in writing are ADDICTING, and I didn't expect that. I will say this forever, but I want Dimple in more fics because of the POTENTIAL. LET THE FART CLOUD HAVE THE SPOTLIGHT!! As for Teru—you can ask anyone who was around for the first few draft chapters of AH—I was very hesitant to write him at all. I personally think his character is very hard to nail, and I’m honestly surprised at how much the audience has taken to his role and his little moments within the fic—that encouragement and influence definitely made him appear more than I originally anticipated :)

I could ramble for hours about every character and all their inner complexities that I'd love to explore in this work and others. But I will stop myself here hahaha.

Thank you for this sweet little breakdown of what you’re enjoying in AH so far. It makes me feel very happy :) And thank you all for all the support! It really means a lot.

As for my mysterious sickness from a few weeks ago, it has vanished! Student life is crawling with unknown bacteria. It's like you're in daycare all over again, or perhaps a medieval plague ward. Now all I have to do is battle the turbulent trials of finals :’)

[lixenn]

I really wanna read your fic and start engaging in the fandom more especially with oc stuff but I am so so scared bc of past experiences and fear possibly offending someone... Plus reading is actively hard for me due to untreated ADHD... Do you maybe have a tip of how i could start small? I see people i follow mention you quite often.

Wow, it’s so sweet that you came to me for advice anon! 🥺🥺 I feel super honored and very flattered that you want to read my story. I’m going to try my best to help you out 💪🏼(also great job on reaching out, have a gold star ⭐)

This might be a bit long I hope that’s okay (I ramble a lot, I apologize in advance). I will also structure this in parts so it’s not as overwhelming.

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Engagement in fandom

I feel you Anon, interacting with people is hard. I’ve lurked on tumblr for years before I recently crawled out of my gremlin cave and started to actually talk to fandom folk. But worry not, Lix is here to help! I like gamifying difficult aspects of life (looking at you chores), so I have come up with this analogy:

Approach interaction like you are in a game with different levels. Here are some levels I made up (of course you can always adjust however you want)

Level 0 just scrolling through posts, no interaction at all

Level 1 Liking posts

Level 2 Reblogging posts without tags or text

Level 3 Reblogging posts with general tags

Level 4 Reblogging posts with personal tags

Level 5 Reblogging posts with your own text plus tags or Replying to posts

Level 6 Participation in ask games as anon

Level 7 Participation in ask games with anon off

How does it work?

You establish your baseline: for example you are usually at Level 1

You set a goal you want to achieve: for example you want to participate in ask games with anon off

You then start the game by taking a babystep into the next level: in this example you start reblogging posts with no tags or text (so level 3)

You spend some time on the next level until you are comfortable with doing this sort of interaction

Then you go to the next level

Repeat this until you have reached your level goal

Again this is just an example of how you can approach fandom interaction. I just wanted to show you that taking babysteps for interaction is totally okay!

There’s no need to immediately jump into a full on fandom discussion about your favourite character. Break the huge goal into small parts to make it less overwhelming (I’m sure I’m not the first person telling you this 😅). Also it’s totally fine if there are set backs, some days replying to posts might feel like the biggest chore on this planet and there’s no need to force yourself into doing it! Keep your own pace, this is not a sprint, but a marathon Anon! And I’m here to cheer you on!

How to interact

So, you have reached the level of interaction where you actively engage with other people. Congrats! ✨🎉You are doing great. But now you are stomped on how to interact, which again here are a couple options:

Ask questions. Honestly, that was how I started interacting and it’s still my go-to these days. Asking questions shows that you are invested, that you are curious and writers, artist and bloggers appreciate these kind of interactions a lot. I like questions about my ocs because they often help with character building and sometimes it even inspires a scene for me to write. It’s great! You can also just start small here, it doesn’t need to be deep. You can ask about an ocs favourite colour or just how the writing is going or if the other person likes cats. For real, even small mundane questions make my day, go wild!

Compliments. You see a fanart and think it’s beautiful? Put that in the tags! You like the vibe of this one oc? You can write that in a reblog. Again, start small and it doesn’t need to be poetry, a simple “I like this!” is fine and dandy!

As for the offending bit…

I can also understand the fear of offending, especially if you had bad experiences. For me it’s mostly anxiety that fucks me over.

But I think unless you dabble into super controversial topics you shouldn’t be too scared. Just present everything respectfully or as a headcanon, then you should be good to go (people can disagree with your headcanons but that doesn’t make it offensive, it’s just a difference in opinion).

Furthermore if you are scared of doing something the other person won't like you can always reach out in DMs to clarify if they are comfortable if you ask something with xy topic.

Also keep in mind that people might not instantly reply back. Maybe they don’t have the spoons, maybe irl is being a bitch, maybe they are on vacation with spotty internet, maybe their laptop exploded or maybe they simply have a goldfishbrain like me and forgot. The possibilities are endless but that doesn’t mean they hate you. I know the nasty little voice in the back of our heads often try to convince ourselves of that but it’s not true, people are sometimes just busy.

Reading

Now, I don’t have ADHD so I’m not sure if I can give good advice here, but I will try my best!

You could start with short works if you struggle with longer stories. Oneshots are great! So are works with short chapters. Shameless self promo here: My fanfic the Varia Housekeeping survival guide (short the Guide) has super short chapters (most are one DIN A4 page).

Of course you can always split up chapter into chunks. There’s no need to read 5K works in one sitting. Take your time. If the format bothers you, maybe you prefer reading in a certain font, then you can also just copy the text in a document and change it to something you can easily read (as long as you just use that copy for your own private purposes, it should be fine.)

Some popular fanfics also have podfics if the actual reading bit is hard on you, that limits your options a bit but it’s a way to start.

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Well, this got long as hell. I hope any of these ramblings are useful to you and that I didn’t totally overwhelm you with text.

Stay strong Anon! You can do the people thing! I believe in you!

[slutnali]

From my understanding the people on twitter were more upset with her response to biblegirl, who tweeted something along the lines of “the sooner we accept that most adults do cocaine the better” (not the exact wording, she deleted it now cause the response was overwhelmingly negative, but the sentiment was normalizing cocaine use bc it’s prevelant) and Denali responded “tea”. To me that’s a lot more 🤔what do u mean by that🤔 than anything she said on the podcast.

This is long so I'm adding a read more out of curtesy and also because we are talking about drugs [not very descriptive but still]

I remember seeing that earlier while I was out but don't remember it word for word, wish I did tho

But from what I remember, I thought there was some truth to it. Many people do it, it's not just rampant in the lgbt+ community but everywhere else. Does it make it okay? Absolutely not but from what I took from it is that there's just so much shaming for it and I think harm reduction should be discussed. That's not to say that you should glorify it and I don't think they are, however its such a delicate & complicated topic that people are quick to jump at each others throats defending their stance, etc.. With Nali replying 'teaaa' I think also it has to do with the fandom's reaction to it as well.. like, it always gets weird?

I remember when s13 had been announced and people did their digging and found out about her mugshot etc.. the fandoms reaction gave me an ick because people were very much 'omg how scandalous teeheee 🤭" gossiping and theorizing it... and then again when she'd made a joke about her mugshot on the GITMS segment and then people were actually thirsting over it on twt.. like it was weird imo.. and yeah, she was open about it and to some extent you could argue "she made it our business" but I think this'll probably be the last time she does share about it and I don't think she owes us any more stuff about it if she doesn't want to. That's just me though.

Could the tweet have been worded better? Yeah, but again, the tweet from Biblegirl was deleted and I can't really go in depth. But tbh I don't want to go further into depth or back and forth after this ask and another i have, because this blog is mainly for reading [and occasionally writing] drag race fic and thirsting over my faves.

There def is a discussion to be had when it comes to people who have used it and people entirely against it, and there's many points to be shared on both sides. I've seen some of it while I was scrolling twt a while ago bc I follow a bunch of dr girls [obvs] and local queens.

As for Denali, if you no longer want to support her that's fine and your right. If you need/want to separate yourself from that, do it and if you're a follower or mutual of mine that wants to unfollow me there's no hard feelings. If you do wanna keep following me you can black list 'denali foxx' and 'denali' so you wont see posts with her tag. I cant speak for everyone else who may not tag but I can for my blog because I always use them and tag accordingly.

Drug use and talk happens and it's not a cancelable offense, in my opinion at least. There are many many queens who openly talk about substance use but I rarely even see anyone bring it up: Willow and a bunch of s14 girls doing shrooms, Camden talking about how blackout she was while touring last year and not knowing how she got safe to her hotel room, Sasha C mimes sniffing coke or smoking on stage, all the open stoners, etc.. when it comes to this and other topics people are very pick and choose when it comes to their faves so idk..

but again, this is all my opinion and ramble and its okay if we have a difference.

[ebonyforged]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

— BASICS! ♡

NAME: Noony

PRONOUNS:  She/her

ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single :( call me

— THREE FACTS! ♡

I like to scrapbook, I have more stickers than any human could ever need. Don't talk to me about it because I will end up rambling on for far too long..... (please talk to me about it)

I have two cats and they are my whole world. I adore all animals :)

I'm weak for old stinky video game men and pretty tall ladies :/

— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: Tumblr for writing, discord for chatting ooc and plotting

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES:  All three can lead to equally fun and engaging interactions but plotting things out really helps me get hyped and keeps me invested in the interaction even when I don't have time to get to replies. It's not required though!

— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: I prefer to write women but NPC's from Eb's lore are available upon request if you enjoy shitty shadow demons or big horned fire men. (Or her mom (derogatory).)

MULTI OR SINGLE MUSE: Single muse. I admire multi-muse writers! How do you do it??? Ebony is my one and only atm.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): Any actors that have done fucked up shit.

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: I love it! But not exclusively? I need both sides of the coin.

ANGST: I've realized I do love angst... but like above I can't do just angst all the time. Ying and yang etc.

SMUT:  Smut's great. I struggle at writing it though and enjoy it most when there has been significant buildup and development.

Tagged by: @demonstigma quite a while ago oops   Tagging: @tenebrispxnea @zonnelicht @apoapsis @lasraichean @matteredloyalty @quick-drawn @boarish @demonpunch and you! just steal this from me and tag me :)

[silverstreams]

Hello again, let's see if I can be more coherent now that I'm not sick. I wanted to more properly answer your question about the sort of fic I was looking for! The timeline of it all was that once I stumbled on your fic, I'd been tossing around opening up A03 to find something, but hadn't consciously sat down to think "I wonder what fic to search for".

What I'd seen from yours in both the fanart and the tags on the fic told me it'd likely be in my interest wheelhouse. And then once I got reading, I very quickly realized "Oh, this is my type of fic." Sometimes when I get into or fall back into a fandom I do have the urge to write something, and that urge is usually because I want to read something that doesn't exist. I hadn't consciously, again, plotted out what a Portal story would actually be from myself, but TLG hits on a lot of themes and character features I like to write myself, and frankly has some great twists in it I don't think I would have ever thought of. So it's hitting the itch nicely.

But since I'm rambling a bit, this is what I usually write/enjoy in fics:

Morally complex antagonist or antihero who makes decisions ranging from 'that wasn't great' to 'yes okay we need to talk about your choices'

When the above character's descent into bad decisions is caused by a trauma or situation beyond their control

Explorations of what it means to be human, not in the neurotypical sense, but in "how do we connect as a species" in spite of the wonderful diversity of the human experience

When the above theme is applied to the above character, usually resulting in a non-human character with the potential for growth discovering something critical about what makes humanity profound and somewhat indestructible

When the above situation presents the character with the opportunity for growth and potentially redemption, wherein the growth at least in part involves them recognizing the mistakes they made regardless of the trauma that led them there

Sarcasm

Character(s) who identify outright as ace or could be characterized as such

A slow, slow burn dependent on character development and if a love story is even included in the fic.

A lot of this is featured in the last major fic I wrote. Oddly enough, enemies to lovers isn't something I usually gravitate to! But in TLG it has enough compelling character reasoning to make it work for me quite well.

Also, to reply a bit re: my kid, she loves the game. She's a bit young for it, so we're giving her "quick summary" of a couple parts in terms of content, but we've been introducing her slowly to gaming and she's really good at the problem solving. She loves the characters and likes to mash up stories about them with other characters based on figurines she finds around our house.

This is how we got a rousing crossover going with Geralt, Claptrap, and Glados. Then we showed her Poker Night at the Inventory and I think her mind blew a bit about why Glados and Claptrap were in one game like she was joking about.

She also brings us home a tremendous amount of drawings of Glados that she does at school and I'm just waiting for a phone call about "why does your kid keep drawing the scary looking robot and why does she love her so much?"

oh my god……child glados drawings……that is adorable thank you