#I don’t know if I’ll ever finish this but I wanted to share XD

[rancidsugar]

@timetodiverge here u go, love 💕

[aspecbuddie]

Hii :D

No pressure writing prompt,

From this list about seeking out physical affection : acting like they're cold to have an excuse to cuddle or share clothes or blankets

Hey!!! Thanks for the prompt!! 💚💚💚 I thought I was going to not do this after a couple false starts and then ended up writing nearly 1k for it xD

“Hey can I uh… can I steal a hoodie from you for the evening?” Buck asks, after a minute of rummaging through his bag. “I must have left mine in my locker.”

“Sure,�� Eddie replies, not taking his eyes off the movie. “If there’s not one in my room there should be one in the dryer.”

He doesn’t blame Buck for being forgetful at the end of that shift. It had been a truly awful one – one of those shifts that ends with everyone calling their shrinks to see if they can get an emergency appointment. Eddie already had an appointment with Frank booked for the next day, so he waited patiently for Buck to finish sorting his own out before inviting him back to the house for a movie night with Chris.

Although Chris had only spent the duration of a single movie with them tonight before excusing himself to his room under the guise of having homework to complete. The likelihood of him actually doing homework is low, but tonight Eddie doesn’t have it in him to care. His kid is safe and happy and alive under his roof, who cares if he’s doing his homework or playing video games. Some kids can’t do either anymore.

Buck returns a few minutes later, wearing Eddie’s old, tatty, LAFD hoodie and clutching two fresh beers, one of which gets placed on the coffee table in front of Eddie.

They settle back into quietly watching the movie, and Eddie at least is trying to avoid letting his thoughts stray back to the last twelve hours. It’s about an hour and a half later that he cannot stay sat any longer without thinking about it, so he stands up and starts to head towards the kitchen.

He turns to Buck, about to ask if he wants anything while he’s up, but his best friend’s appearance stops the words in their tracks.

Buck is sat the other end of the couch, where he’s been all night, with his feet up and knees pulled loosely to his chest, the sleeves of Eddie’s hoodie pulled over his hands where they’re hugging his legs. His face is flushed, and there’s something that looks like a tear running down towards his chin. Except, as Eddie studies him for a few seconds longer and notices another one on Buck's forehead, he realises it must actually be sweat.

Out of habit, maybe, Eddie reaches out and feels Buck’s forehead with the back of his hand.

Buck swats his hand away. “Dude what the fuck?”

“Take the hoodie off, Buck. You’re boiling hot, man, you feel like you have a fever. D’ya want me to get the medicine from the cabinet or… uh… I can—”

“Eddie it’s not a fever. I’ll… I’ll take the hoodie off, okay?” Buck swings his legs back over onto the floor and pulls the hoodie over his head, before handing it to Eddie. “Happy?”

Eddie just stares at Buck. “Why did you even put it on? There’s no way you could have been cold when you asked for it.”

“I uh…” Buck rubs his neck sheepishly. “I feel like shit after that shift a-and uh… I knew it would smell like… like this house and… and like you. And… I don’t know it’s just… it’s… it’s…”

“Comforting?” Eddie suggests.

Buck nods.

There’s something about this new piece of knowledge – about knowing that his house and his presence is comforting to his best friend – that eases a small bit of his own post-shift heartache. He wonders if Buck has ever had someone to borrow clothes from before, because Eddie hasn’t. Shannon and Ana had borrowed his clothes during their respective relationships, but Eddie had never been able to do the same – nothing  of theirs would have fit him.

He's strangely glad he can do this for Buck,, although it’s not ideal that Buck is literally overheating just to get a small amount of comfort.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, leaving the room with a hoodie and returning a minute later, handing Buck the new item in his hand. Buck looks up at him with a questioning glance. “The hoodie was too hot so, uh, I thought one of my t-shirts might work better.”

The look of awe on Buck’s face is overwhelming. Instead of saying anything, he stands up and pulls off the t-shirt he’s already wearing – which is sweat-soaked in places. Eddie feels a surprising need to look away for the couple seconds that Buck is shirtless; he’s not sure why, they change in front of each other all the time.

When he looks back, Buck is wearing one of Eddie’s slightly less worn black tees. Buck opens and closes his mouth a few times, but doesn’t say anything. Eddie can’t think of anything to say either, so he does the only thing he can think of, and pulls Buck in for a hug.

It’s strange, for Buck to have the scent of Eddie’s laundry detergent mixed with his shower gel from the station. But strange in a good way, and while the hug is short, it further eases the cloud in Eddie’s head.

The movie is still playing, and when Buck sits back down on the couch, Eddie sits closer to him, only an inch of space between their bodies. When Buck shuffles across and closes that space, Eddie reaches an arm across the back of the couch and rests his hand on Buck’s shoulder, pulling Buck gently closer against him.

“Just ask next time,” he whispers. “Or don’t. If it makes you feel better just… just take the clothes, Buck.”

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Superstition

Pairing: Hawkmetri

The rest of this AV100 prompt that I didn't have time to finish before the prompt closed XD This one is a 7-parter--700 words total! Only fitting they should get a happy ending for the last AV100 post I write for them <3

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Day 38

Talked to Eli about his…interesting new lady friends. They’re making me miss when he was hung up on Moon, honestly.

Anyways, turns out they’re just some exiled lesbians he took pity on. Families disowned them for kissing women, growing fangs, etc etc. Last I heard, Yas is single—maybe she’d want their numbers?

Woke up with a couple (bite?) sores on my neck, so I asked Eli about his pest control situation. He says everything’s fine, but I have my doubts.

Side note: Are metal allergies possible? Had to toss that silver crucifix—damn thing gave me hives.

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Day 40

Confession: I’m worried about Eli.

There was an…incident a few days ago, and I hoped if I mulled it over enough times, it’d start making sense. Wishful thinking.

Was shaving the other morning when Eli barged in. Funny, I didn’t see him coming in my shaving mirror—can those things glitch? Thought that was only Smart Mirrors™️.

He started ranting about how “mirrors are for pussies,” and threw mine out the window??? Incredibly inconsiderate.

He insisted I didn’t need to shave because I’d look hot with a beard. How do you tell if someone’s joke-flirting or actual flirting?

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Day 45

Have I mentioned Eli’s weird about blood now? Unsure I like it.

Cut myself on some loose board (this castle needs renovation), and he freaked out. Wouldn’t even look at it! Wailed about “blood being too precious to waste” and ran away. Huh.

Townsperson banged on the door today, telling Eli to stop eating people. I opened to tell him that was nonsense, but I noticed he smelled...appetizing? Like a gyro wrap.

He made himself scarce before I could say anything, but…kind of hurtful, honestly. I know I’m a bit gangly, but I’m not that ugly, am I?

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Day 47

Finally got a wifi signal in here! Only took 4 hours of fiddling to make Eli’s TV work.

We binged Castlevania today. Eli’s favorite character is Dracula, supposedly because he’s “such a badass and is gonna kick the asses of every one of those lame humans.” I think it has more to do with Dracula having a soft spot for a smart, good-hearted human who he goes absolutely batshit avenging, but Eli’d never admit to this.

Side note: Is it hypothetically possible for one’s reflection to gradually grow more and more translucent and dead-looking? Asking for a friend.

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Day 50

Bad news: Eli ate the mailman today, and I…may have helped.

Walked in on him draining the guy’s blood, and naturally demanded an explanation. Eli said to settle down because “there’s plenty to share!” What an insane suggestion.

But since the mailman was already dead...

In my defense…best AB positive I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve had much. I’ve dabbled a couple times, but who hasn’t?

In better news: Wearing the “amnesia” down! We’ve been reading through the library together, and Eli’s instinctively remembering what kinds of fantasy and sci-fi I like. He remembers me—I FEEL it.

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Day 60

Okay! Know what’s going on now.

We were reading Buffy comics when Eli clutched his head and started shrieking. Everything came back at once.

After I calmed him down, he spilled everything. Getting involved with a Kung-Fu-practicing vampiric “organization” promising nigh-unlimited badassery. Being taken to Europe, undeadified, and given a blood-only diet…none of which sharpened his memory.

Admitted I’m not inheriting a Greek estate, and I only came to find him. He tearfully told me that’s a shame. He imagined us building a life there. Maybe raising some goats?

Fuck it—if he wants, I’ll make that happen.

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Day 140

Been a while! Busy, busy!

Surprisingly easy talking “distant family members” into giving us a land plot. Maybe it’s superstition. Maybe it’s healthy fear. Regardless, people don’t like saying no to weird, sharp-toothed out-of-towners.

Made Eli promise he’ll discuss with me before joining any new martial arts-related cults (especially ones that strand him in isolated castles as soon as he “isn’t evil enough”). Now he only feeds every so often! We’ve gone through some neighbors, but it’s an improvement over Transylvania.

Also, our eldest nannygoat gave birth! Eli named the kids Hellraiser, Slayer, and Wrathchild. I love them.

[heymeowmao]

2023.04.11 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324889450688938446

Surprise! I’ll stream a small while~

bgm: Fall in Love LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. Welcome! - /ends the song with the ~playboy voice~ and asks to add your WeChat ID/ LYN: Right? It was pretty sudden, today. I remember I once told you that I would stream until you threw up. I’m going to slowly make good on that promise. Don’t say I’m giving you inconceivable fantasies. It’s time to make good on my promise.

LYN: I don’t have a theme today, nor do I have anything in particular to share. I just wanted to come and chat. Today I will stream a little less. It won’t be for too long.

C: Ning-ge, you’re so fashionable today! LYN: So do I usually dress unfashionably? My outfits for the past few streams were lacking?

LYN: After I streamed the last time, I saw someone comment that every time after I stop streaming they take some time to cry alone. I didn’t know what to say. At the time I- I realized that a lot of friends feel a sense of loss after I stop streaming. So I was thinking I would, if I had the time, come to greet you more often.

LYN: Of course, every time I come to stream there are always some group of you who have unreasonable requests. Like, “How about a kiss?” XD Uh... if you want one then I am not the person who’ll be giving it to you. Find whoever you want, just not me. 

bgm: 阿拉斯加海湾 (Gulf of Alaska)

LYN: If you’re watching a stream, just watch the stream. Why do you have to come up with all these unreasonable requests? Like this one: ”Ning-ge, undo a button from your shirt.” First of all, this is a PG stream. Secondly, what can undoing one button do for you?? What do you get out of it?! I don’t understand why you would ask such a question. I wanted to look neater and here you are telling me to undo a button. Tell me, what would one button do for you? Are you going to become passionate or?? Or are you simply innocently commenting that it looks like the collar is too tight, so you want me to undo a button to relieve me? Then, I’ll undo a button. Amazing. // So it seems like you thought it looked tight. Alright, it’s undone. I don’t want you to feel any pressure. C: Just afraid you’d be hot. LYN: It’s okay, I have AC at home. It’s cold enough.

C: You’re streaming again right as I have to work. LYN: What time is it now, that you have to work? It’s 9:30p. It must be hard on you. I’m guessing you have a night shift? Remember to rest well; you’ve worked hard. But if you’re working, of course, focus on your work. it doesn’t matter if you watch my stream or not. When this is over there’s always the playback. Finish your work and watch the playback later.

C: Undo another one. LYN: It’s already undone. Let’s stop talking about this, now. Otherwise it’s going to look like my stream is weird. It’ll look like our topics of conversation are strange. I want to have a green-lit stream. Let’s stop talking about this- change the subject.

C: How come you’re streaming again? LYN: My main theme is “unexpected attendance”. Ever since I started filming as the male lead in dramas, it’s true that the frequency of my streams have significantly lowered. We’re going to be switching locations in a couple of days and I heard that the schedule is going to be packed. I’m not sure if I will have the time later to stream so I decided I would stream while I have the time.

C: Lao-da, can you wish me a Happy Birthday? LYN: Happy Birthday. Today is April 11th, and it’s your birthday, right? Happy Birthday.

LYN: I already told you not to call me “lao gong” (husband) and things like that. If you continue to be so presumptuous, I’m going to kick you out. Let’s communicate using terms used in a normal relationship, alright? Don’t call me your husband. I don’t want to use these types of terms between us. It’s very... in poor taste.

C: Have you fixed the lyrics? LYN: I did start my stream and try to adjust it but I couldn’t fix it. I think I might have to change my computer. I don’t know where the problem is. The software can’t find my lyrics anymore. It will only show the title of the song, but not the lyrics. When I get back and reinstall everything, then we’ll talk. It’s alright, though. You’re looking at me, anyway. Or are you really scrutinizing the lyrics in such detail? You don’t need to.

C: I am a student-fan who crossed the seas to see you. LYN: ? You don’t need to add so many qualifiers. It’s not necessary either. You can use your phone to watch the stream. It’s not like you ACTUALLY crossed the seas. Are you watching my stream from the ocean? You must have gotten on a boat, and are watching my stream from the boat? No, right? You’re just watching my stream on your phone. What do you mean a “student-fan who crossed the seas”?? I don’t really get it. LYN: That’s why you have to do well in school. If you’re in school, focus on your studies. When you graduate, I hope you can all find good jobs. I want my fans to be able to find good jobs after they graduate. If they do, then that means that my concert tickets can be more easily sold (bc people can afford to buy them). Don’t rush. I’ll wait for you.

C: Ning-ge, do you not have any money to buy any other colored wigs? LYN: Uh... yeah. Are you going to add my WeChat and send me 50RMB? I went online to search for wigs and I saw some are around 60+RMB. How about this- transfer me 50 and I will make up the rest myself. Alright? Let’s add each other and you can transfer me 50RMB. Let’s see how sincere you are. LYN: No- I have other colors; I have all of the colors. I have a pink one and a grey one. But I found out that on video the white makes me look a little cooler. I tried a few colors and decided that this one is actually not bad. So I’ve been using this one. I’ll try to go online and see if there are any other good quality ones and buy some more. C: Yellow. LYN: You can’t really see the yellow clearly on video- it doesn’t give much of a feel. / I thought you’d seen too much of this hair so that’s why I added a hat today. Now it feels like I’ve changed it up. It’s fine, just watch and be done with it.

C: I’m making comments, but why can’t I see them? LYN: Because there’s a lag. Don’t worry, I can see everything from my side. You don’t need to worry that I won’t see your comments. I see them all.

C: Ning-ge, I’ll give you 5000. Get a blue one. LYN: A blue one? Do you really like... Avatar? Blue is okay, I can buy one. You don’t need to give me 5000, I can afford it. The problem is that the blue color might make my face look darker. I guess this friend likes Avatar.

C: Hello, I came from the ZY reuters. LYN: /laughs/ Oh- is it that I don’t need my music to get fans for me, I can even get fans through reuters? Those can help me gain new fans?

C: You look handsome. LYN: /snaps his fingers/ Look at that. This world is still fair. Maybe you... have some astigmatism, and think I look handsome? It must be because you’ve read too many books and your eyesight is blurry. But this person must have seen my face and also seen gotten that blurry feeling, so it’s like another added filter. Thanks for saying I’m handsome. You have good taste, friend.

C: Ning-ge, you really have so much free time? LYN: Not really. If I wanted to be busy, I could be. I could go record some songs and not stream, instead. But I figured I would stream and find another day to record songs. I still owe some. I’m not FREE, I just used the time that I could be using to go out to eat to stream. There is no “busy” or “not busy”. LYN: I already said. I want my friends in this industry... no, not “in this industry”- in this circle to have the slightest bit of happiness. I want to appear in front of them often, so they don’t worry about not being able to find me. Of course, I have my own worries. Which are that once all these dramas start airing and varieties start being released, my fans are going to start running.  LYN: I experienced something like this before. I often sing OSTs- this, you all know. It expanded my horizons. If I sang an OST for any recent drama, I will always tell my fans to go watch that drama. When I stream, I promote the show too. And because I have a lot of time and scroll through my SuperTopic, I discovered that some group of friends may start off having a profile picture of me... but then it changes to another artist after a while. But they remain in my SuperTopic. Do you know how that feels? So let me open for business, a little.

LYN: /sigh/ Someone was spamming. Friends, don’t spam in my comments. What that means is they repeat one word over and over to try and gain my attention. Don’t do that. I find it annoying and it also affects everyone else’s viewing experience. Don’t spam in my stream. Thanks, everyone. LYN: If this were before and we weren’t on Weibo I would have kicked you out a long time ago. On weibo it reaches a wider audience, it’s not a closed system like other platforms. If this were before, I would have kicked you out. But now, I need to... maintain my image. But really, if you type too many words it affects other people’s view. Some people get carsick. If they see so many words flying across their screen watch out or they’re going to throw up.

C: Ning-ge, let me tell you. You have to bait your fans/string them along. LYN: Where did you learn such a useless thing? Did you used to be a fan of someone else? Other people can bait their fans all they want, but I don’t play that game here. LYN: Right, fam’?? /laughs/ LYN: I don’t play that game. My stream counts as a sort of outlet, for my work. But it’s also a way to relax. I don’t really have the time to go out and play, nor do I like going out for drinks. I really don’t enjoy drinking at all, but somehow the internet is spreading rumors that I like to accompany people for drinks. “Liu Yuning goes out for a drink and comes back with a job.” /sigh/ “All of LYN’s work comes from accompanying so-and-so Director for drinks.” First of all, if we go by that logic- let’s not factor in the fact of whether I can handle drinks or not, or whether this is truth or fiction- by this logic there would be no actor in this industry who should be lacking work. What is it- whoever’s alcohol tolerance is the best, gets the most work? It’s not as easy as you might think. Usually I- /sigh/ It doesn’t matter. If someone wants to say shit about you, they’ll say anything. C: Ning-ge, are you a one drink and out? LYN: Not as limited as one drink. My tolerance has been improving over time, I guess it might have to do with the fact I’m getting older? My tolerance is improving. I used to only be able to handle one bottle of beer. Now I can do two. It’s doubled. Two bottles of beer should be... fine. C: Ning-ge, when you’re out for drinks do you talk much, too? LYN: I don’t really talk. Maybe when you’re watching my stream I’m like a dragon- always blowing smoke. But when I stream I’m relaxed because I know that the people who come to see me are largely my fans. Most of them are my fans and only a small portion might be passersby or people who know OF me and want to come in to take a look. My fans- honestly- that all flatter me. They like me, so they’re okay with whatever I say. They can accept anything I say and they know I don’t mean to say anything with ill-intent. You know? But when I’m out and about and having drinks or a meal with the boss or superiors then I have to be careful with what I say. If you can get away with speaking less then do. Who knows if you might say something wrong and make someone unhappy. You’re not even clear exactly what these people do. Normally when I go out for a social gathering like that I don’t really say anything. I can be here and chat all I want because you are my fans. I can’t go out there with the directors and producers and do the same- who do I think I am?? I just eat quietly and that’s it. C: You’re indifferent to strangers. LYN: Yes and no, you can’t call it “indifferent”. Honestly I am a different person when I stream. Whether it’s my friends in real life or my coworkers- as soon as they watch one of my streams they’ll think it’s weird. If they watch my stream they’ll come up to me the next day and ask if I went crazy when streaming. I said, “What’s up?” and they reply that I seemed like I was crazy, making such a racket in my stream but why is it that normally I don’t talk much? I seem like a “normal” person most times but when I start streaming I’m “crazy”. Like two different people. Old but still vigorous. In private I am not like how I act in my streams. It’s not that I’m indifferent or pretending to be, I just don’t know what I should say and I don’t really like saying anything. When I’m filming I get into the character- because I’m stupid, so I get immersed. It’s not because I am taking it seriously. I’m a little slow, so I don’t dare to let my mind wander. Unless the scenes I am filming are light, then I will relax a little. If the scenes are heavier, then I will drop my mood for the whole time.  LYN: I really do talk the most when I’m streaming. I don’t even talk this much when I’m on variety shows.

C: I like watching your streams. LYN: Yeah. I’m more relaxed in my streams. I don’t consider this work- I just come to chat. People can watch or not. I can play some songs. I can chat with you all. Its nice. There’s no pressure.

C: Ning-ge, I read the original novel of ZY and started liking you. LYN: ?? How mysterious. Why is that? I’m only playing a role in ZY, but you started liking me because you read the original novel?? Have I been transformed from words on a page? I don’t really get it... Maybe it’s that they saw that I was going to play Wei Shao and they got too into it? But seeing my current look, can you still say you feel the same? C: You acted it very well. LYN: How come you’re speaking as if the drama has already aired?? It’s that you saw the leaks and have convinced yourself of the characters? You associate my face with the character when reading the novel now? Thank you, everyone. Truly. C: It already aired. LYN: Is it 2024 right now??? There are time travelers in my stream and you’ve already watched the drama and have traveled back in time to 2023 to chat with me in my stream? Is that it? So mysterious? Look at that. Amazing. Then tell me, did ZY do well? You already watched it and travelled back in time, right? Is it popular? Or no? // It is popular? While you’re at it, can you tell me the lottery numbers for 2024.4.11? What are they? C: ZY “exploded”. You’re at the top, now. LYN: /laughing/ /suddenly sobers/ Don’t trick me. Thank you. // There really are people giving me numbers! You know the lottery numbers for 2024... if that’s the case why are you telling me about them in the comments instead of buying a ticket yourself? If you had travelled back in time from 2024, that’s the first thing you would have done. Why are you waiting around for me to ask you about them? You’re all liars! Everyone who is typing numbers into my chat right now must be rich in 2024! C: I’m not buying any tickets to save it for you. LYN: We could say nonsense, but you can’t take me for a fool. You think my IQ is that low?? LYN: Your imaginations really are something. Why don’t we write a drama script together? It’ll be called “Travel Back in Time to Buy Lottery Tickets”.  C: Ning-ge, you buy the tickets. I’m telling you the numbers so that you can buy them, because I have tickets for another day. LYN: LOL. “You win this 5M first, because I will go win a different prize amount. I’ll let you win this round, Ning-ge. You go buy the tickets.” /sigh/ Alright. LYN: Our main theme for today’s stream is “TimeTravel-ZY’sPopular”

C: Ning-ge, you don’t have work tonight? LYN: I can if I wanted to. I can go record songs or do some voice acting. But I chose to stream. I know I just did a stream a couple of days ago and you are all thinking I wouldn’t stream again for a while, but I just wanted to stream. I just want the element of surprise.

LYN: There are some fans here typing in English?? Um.. you’ve overestimating me. LYN: /in English/ I don’t understand you talk some. (??) My English is so bad. Sorry-ah.  LYN: Coming at me in English, I can’t communicate. Sorry.

C: Why is the ground in guzhuang dramas always wet? LYN: This friend really has an eye for detail! It’s true. I’ve done my fair share of guzhuang dramas, now. Every time before we start filming we will ask the set laoshi to clean the floors. We’re not cleaning the floors simply to rid the set of dust, but so that the floor is wet. What I’m thinking is-  C: It looks clean. LYN: ... I really haven’t thought about this before. I didn’t care about this, before but now that I think about it, they always make the floor wet before we start rolling. C: So there’s a reflection? // So it’s shiny? // To make it look new. LYN: That’s probably the correct thinking. When I go to work tomorrow I’ll ask the Director and crew about it and tell you the answer in the next stream. Why do I feel like they mop the floor after they finish stationing the cameras? I don’t know if it’s for the reflection or if mopping the floor makes it look better. I’m not sure. It’s not so the dust won’t be stirred up; it has nothing to do with that. Because when we’re shooting in a room they will create smoke so there’s a hazy look and the light is diffused. We’re not afraid of the dust... C: Maybe afraid that the floor is showing scuff marks? LYN: No~ If we scuff the floor all they have to do is re-wax it. C: So you don’t slip. LYN: Not so. Some scenes I needed to run and have almost slipped because the floor was wet. It’s not slippery when dry, but it is when wet. I’ll ask about it tomorrow and tell you the answer next time I stream. // It should be so that it looks new... I think that logic tracks. But I’ll ask tomorrow. You can hold me to it.

C: Ning-ge is the saber heavy? LYN: You mean the longsword? It’s a jian, not a dao.** When we’re shooting fight scenes, the actor’s weapons are mostly fake. They’re either made with plastic or from bamboo or wood. A lighter material, so it’s not particularly heavy. But there are certainly real swords- like when we’re doing special takes. In some scenes it will focus on let’s say- a person’s neck, and the sword pointed at it. In this case the sword is real. But normally if two people are fighting each other, it’s a fake sword. More skilled actors could possibly use the real thing, because they have more awareness of the weapon. But for actors like us who have not undergone years of training it’s fake. We don’t want to accidentally cut someone with a real weapon- that’d be terrible. We don’t need anyone dying because they were trying to shoot a drama. We can’t be afraid of hurting each other, and wishy-washy about the fight scenes because of it- so we use fake weapons. [** jian (longsword) - straight, double-edged sword vs dao (saber) - single-edged sword, typically curved]

C: Ning-ge, why do you keep furrowing your brows and glaring when you stream? LYN: /laughs/ I’m trying to pick you up, didn’t you know? I just wanted to flirt when you were unawares but you’ve caught me so how do you expect me to explain? LYN: No, my eyes have some discomfort. When I overuse them or the nerve hurts- I have a (nerve) problem. [also read as: “神经病” = “I’m crazy.”] So I’ve developed this habit of scrunching- but don’t worry I don’t do it when I’m acting. LYN: I’m not making faces, I’m trying to wink at you. I was trying to wink but you say I’m making faces at you- oh my goodness... how hurtful.

C: Ning-ge, will you go on a variety show? LYN: I will, but I’m working on the drama right now. When it’s over I’ll think about going on a show, we’ll see. I’ll be on one, at least. Other variety shows have contacted me but the timing didn’t match up so I didn’t go. I will record some shows; to go and relax. To me variety shows are like playing. I can go relax and wander around if there’s time between takes. C: Is it a music-related one? LYN: One did contact me but the timing didn’t work out. C: What a shame. LYN: It’s alright. There are plenty of opportunities. There’s a limit to your time, right? So you’ve got to make some choices. C: Is it a travel show? LYN: I think there IS a travel show scheduled for later. We’ll see. I hope I can make it. As long as I have the time. I hear that the guests are all people I am close with.

C: Disney stream. LYN: I probably.... The Disney stream is like this- I promised you all that I would go to Shanghai Disney and do a stream there. And then... I thought of it too simply. I thought I could just take my phone, go to Disney, and wander around and stream at the same time. I thought that was all there was to it. The problem is.... C: There are too many people. LYN: That’s not it. It’s that Disney won’t allow you to stream there. Have you ever seen anyone stream from there? Usually you’re made to stop as soon as you start. They don’t allow live-streaming in the park. It’s a copyright issue- they just don’t allow it. It’s not as if just because you have an annual membership you suddenly can. But- I have a collaboration with Disney, don’t I?  C: Don’t you have an “in” with Disney? LYN: Right. So I was chatting with them about this. We’re close now, after the collab. They said, “No one else can stream but if it’s you, you can.” They’re giving me that much face?? I’m not worth it. But they’re also afraid of possible congestion, so I would first have to give them an itinerary. I’ve to let them know which attractions I want to visit and where I’m going next. So they can assign people to escort me. They would gather up some staff and we would use the employee walkways. You know, how Donald Duck and Minnie Mouse have their own passageways? They don’t use the public paths and move directly from place to place. I will use those passages to move around as well.  C: Pulling rank. LYN: It’s not exactly that- I have a collaboration with Disney, so they’re just allowing me this small benefit, is all. It’s like using the employee passages. I would set a few places and and go and do activities there. I will be able to stream, but they’re afraid of the possible traffic it could cause. Just in case someone wants to try and hit me or something. I already look like I’m looking for a beating, so they don’t want me to be streaming in Disney and for someone to come deck me. In that case I would need to quickly find an employee passage and run. It’s possible. LYN: So, that’s how the stream might be structured. I’ll decide on a few places and some employees will accompany me around. It should be around May. We’re in discussions. I think it would be more fun if I could wander and stream but they have their own process. So it could be like how I described it earlier.

C: Ning-ge, then do it secretly. LYN: How could I? As soon as I start the stream it’s going to be announced on Weibo. Do you think Disney doesn’t look there?? There’s no way. They’ll know in an instant. There’s no way of doing this secretly. How could I?? Do you think I’m just streaming to a group of friends in WeChat? No one will care about me, there. But if I’m streaming on Weibo there’s no way to do it secretly. I want my streams to be seen by more and more people and here you are telling me to do it secretly! XD C: Ning-ge, hide your phone in your pocket. LYN: You must be crazy. If I put it in my pocket what are you going to be watching? The inside of my pocket?? If you put a sack over your head you could be “watching” the same stream. C: Ning-ge, how about this? Go in dressed as a character. LYN: You’re probably thinking I can just put the head on, put my camera where the mouth hole is, and no one could tell? But... the costumes in Disney are all accounted for. They’re kept locked up. If you want me to do this stream, not only do I have to stream secretly, but also steal clothes?? That’s illegal, friend. You must not want me to do well in life, anymore. That’s stealing. Even if I didn’t steal a costume and brought my own in- I’ll go online and buy a Calabash Brother costume, wear that in- that would look weird. C: There’s nothing in your size. LYN: I can buy an XL, can’t I?? A 1.9m tall Winnie the Pooh- is that so wrong?  C: Haier Brothers. LYN: What do I need to buy anything for that, for? I can just go in wearing swim trunks, in that case. I’ll tell them I am also a Disney representative, of the Haier Brothers. Then it won’t count as breaking in.

LYN: Friends, if you’re here for the first time you have to know that most of what’s said in my stream is complete nonsense. Please don’t take this seriously. In my stream a lot of the topics are just me and my fans messing around. Don’t take it seriously.

C: You can consider Avatar. LYN: There’s no way. Disney is such a strict place. You can’t walk in there wearing the Calabash Brothers or the Haier Brothers costumes. Not even that. If you’re IN the park and you buy a princess costume and want to wear it inside, they won’t let you. You can’t just wear whatever you want, in there. Otherwise I’d go in as Sun Wukong. I’ll go online and buy a mask for the furry face and grab by staff and go. No way. They’ll kick you out. They have security guards. I’ll wear a Zhu Bajie costume inside! No way. You’re thinking of this too simply. C: Wearing Sun Wukong inside a Disney park IS strange... C: If no one else can do it, you can. LYN: /laughs/ Someone said I have an “in” with Disney, so they’ll open the back door and let me in. Absolutely not. No matter how close they are to me there’s no way they’re going to do it at the expense of their brand.

C: Ning-ge, wear the invisibility cloak to get inside. LYN: Invisibility cloak... you must have seen too much Harry Potter. Do you also believe there’s magic in this world? Or is it that muggles like us can’t understand the magical world? LYN: Someone told me to wear an invisibility cloak to get inside the park. Oh my goodness. You’re too amazing.

C: This streamer looks a lot like Liu Yuning. LYN: LOL. Do I look a lot like LYN? ... He’s imitating me. Next time you see that person who looks like me streaming you should go report him. 

C: Your clothes today are so nice! LYN: Have I not worn this before? I think I have? It’s nothing- just a shirt. -  LYN: I won’t stream for too long today. I have nothing else going on, so I just came to chat. I’ll sign off soon, but I just want to chat for a bit longer. I don’t have a lot of energy. C: Sing. LYN: Sing? I can sing one or two. I don’t have a lot of energy, I feel a little tired. - C: Never seen you wear it before. LYN: You haven’t? Then I must not have.

~ - ~

bgm: 问风 (Ask the Wind)

C: /asks for a song I didn’t catch the name of - “zhi”?/ LYN: Someone asked for this song the last time, too. But I can’t sing just- /snores/ The songs are like this- I need the accompaniment track in order to sing it. I don’t have the track. It’s not like before, when Da-Fei and Ah-Zhuo were here, they could play me any song. I don’t have them right now so if the track isn’t on the internet then I can’t sing it. That’s why I didn’t sing this song the last time, either. Singing is nothing, but I don’t have the track. C: “Shi”. LYN: Right. “Shi”. What did I say earlier, “zhi”? C: Sing two lines acapella. LYN: My second aunt... 

C: Wujiapo. LYN: Let’s do it! // I’m not very good at these operatic types, so I’m just singing for fun, alright? Just listen for entertainment.  - /starts but jumps in too early and messes up the timing/ LYN: /clears his throat/ Hold on a second. Wait. I just discovered that my eye makeup is smudging. -- 武家坡2021 (Wujiapo 2021)

-- break #1 - /kazoobie makes its reappearance to the tune of 问风 (Ask the Wind)/

C: Sing the theme song to TtEotM. LYN: If I sing it... It won’t be “fresh” anymore. Let me blow it for you. How does that sound? --  我爱的这个世界 (My World), Till the End of the Moon OST (kazoobie ver.) LYN: Amazing. That’s my trump card. I don’t have anything else but a lot of equipment. Double kazoobie. It’s a duet. We’ve upgraded to a dual performance. The best of the best.

C: Lao-da, can you do a rap song? LYN: Didn’t I sing one the last time? (雪Distance) I sang it the last time. You didn’t seem to like my version of it, so I’ll never sing it again.

C: 麒麟 (Qilin) LYN: I only know that one part and I don’t say it smoothly, either. (麒麟) I only know that one part, I can’t do the rest. Let me try it, though. // I need to change into shades. - /reciting the lyrics to the whole song to familiarize himself with them. XD/ C: That’s enough. LYN: I was just reciting the lyrics, why is it “enough”? Who are you looking down on? I might not sing this song very well, but I can be sure the mood matches up. /recites the lyrics some more/ -- 麒麟 (Qilin) - /tired AF/ LYN: Old but still vigorous. I’m old. I can’t really keep up with these lyrics. - /out of breath/ LYN: Isn’t this usually how it goes, after an idol finishes their performance? // They look into the camera while trying to catch their breath. If I also do that then doesn’t it seem like I was very into the performance? C: Ning-ge, is old but vigorous. LYN: Yes, I’m 老当益壮 (lǎo dāng yì zhuàng) (determined to hold one’s position despite old age). // In the future you can call me Liu Yizhuang.

C: Ning-ge, your streaming condition today isn’t bad! LYN: Am I usually lacking? One which day did my condition not match up to today? Just because I sang that song just now, you think that my condition is good?? No- I’m still not good enough.

C: Sing 问风 (Ask the Wind). LYN: I’ll try it. Because this is for a woman’s key, so it might not be very comfortable for me. - /adds a sound effect/ LYN: This is too low. - /tries it a different way/ LYN: /to the tune of Ask the Wind/ ~It seems like this way is also uncomfortable and unfeasible~ LYN: It’s too high! C: Kugou can lower the key. LYN: What kugou are you using that’s so advanced? Mine can’t do that. LYN: Let me try it, I’ll do it just like this. With the “pinched” tone. -- 问风 (Ask the Wind) (original key) LYN: It doesn’t work. The mood starts turning all wrong. C: I’m already laughing. LYN: What do you mean? LYN: Let me try lowering it by an octave and see if I can. -- 问风 (Ask the Wind) (lowered by an octave) LYN: Thank you. I didn’t sing that very well, but listen for entertainment.

bgm: 天光 (Heaven Light), Chong Zi OST

C: Man, you’re playing with fire. LYN: You’ve successfully gained my attention.

C: Have you downloaded 笑红尘 (Laughing at the Mundane World)? LYN: I really don’t have it. I looked for it the other day and I don’t think we saved it. One day I’ll ask Jiangsu Satellite TV if I can have it. I’ll ask for it. I don’t think we saved it; I really did look. LYN: I really don’t have it- I just looked through again. I’ll ask.

C: 同生 (Co-Existence) [The Love of Hypnosis OST] LYN: How does that one go? Let me listen to it. If I’m remembering correctly, this song was hard to sing. LYN: This is The Love of Hypnosis OST... but the problem is this drama hasn’t aired yet but my OST for it has. Since the drama hasn’t aired I haven’t had much of a chance to listen to this song. Usually I’ll listen when the drama is airing but since it hasn’t I haven’t really paid any attention to this song. I forgot how to sing it. It’s been too long. I recorded it a long time ago and it was released a long time ago. The drama hasn’t aired yet. But I’ll try it, okay? LYN: Let me look up the lyrics. C: Even I know how to sing this! LYN: Then YOU sing it. Come on. Come here, I’ll give you the mic. If you know it, then you come sing it. Who are you trying to diss? Don’t think I don’t have you figured out. I just said I was unfamiliar with this song and may have forgotten how to sing it, and you say you know it. So what you mean is- // Let me look up the lyrics. Don’t rush. LYN: /turns on a mic effect/ Hello my dearest viewers, good evening. I am your beloved Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. This "余生” is for you. I hope you like it. - [t/n: he called the song the wrong name X’D] -- 同生 (Co-Existence) LYN: I think I sang it incorrectly. This is my own song- let me sober up. - /continues, ends up missing the timing/ LYN: ... ... LYN: The stream lagged, okay? There was a small problem with the internet, just now. It lagged. It doesn’t effect your overall viewing experience. The beginning didn’t really lag, but the ending half did. It’s okay though, friends. The internet cut out, is all. The connection here is bad. C: The mic broke. LYN: No, it was just an effect of “lagging”. There was no problem with the mic today. We can’t blame the mic every time. X’D It lagged. Please understand. C: No, no, no. Ning-ge, my headphones broke. LYN: You don’t need to say that. Because I’m afraid you’ll say that my singing broke your headphones so you’ll want me to buy you a new pair. 

C: My best friend really likes you. LYN: /clicks his tongue/ That’s normal.

C: Can we do an interview segment? LYN: You want to interview me? Okay, we can do that. Interview me if you’d like. I guess all of you must be the media.

C: Ning-ge, all the people in my class like you! LYN: Thank you. Thank all the students in your class. That’s very nice, and I’m so happy.

C: Lao-da, why is your skin so pale? LYN: The beauty filter is on. “Brightening” is on 35.  - LYN: Am I trending? No way, do I have what it takes? I don’t. / Friends- go take a look for me. Am I really? -  LYN: Right. Someone asked why I’m so pale. It’s because “brightening” is on 35 and “blur” is on 100. It’s at its limit and can’t go any higher. - C: #32 in the Entertainment Tab. LYN: What’s wrong with that? / Isn’t it 35? C: It’s 32. LYN: Oh, nice. It rose a little while we were discussing it.

C: Ning-ge, when is your stream NOT trending? LYN: I have nothing to be trending FOR. We’re going for “no news is good news” right? There isn’t anything particularly outstanding about my stream- it’s too regular. I’m not like other artists, like some good friends of mine, who only stream every once in a while. When they stream it’s very fresh. My stream is a long-running thing, so there’s nothing really new for the viewers to look at. The people who like me will like the fact that I am streaming but the people who don’t like or care about me are probably thinking, “Why is he streaming AGAIN?” They’re not interested. It’s a different way of thinking, is all- what do they care if I stream or not. // It’s not a big deal.

C: Can you tell us in advance when you’re about to stream? LYN: You want me to give you a call?? What do you mean, “Can you tell us in advance?”? Because my stream- isn’t for business. I don’t need to tell you in advance on what day and what time on what platform I will be streaming as a brand spokesperson to meet with you all. I’m not recommending you any products- there’s none of that. I’m not that type of streamer. With my stream usually it’s when I wrap with work early. It’s not as if it’s a shame to have missed it when I am live or anything, either. You can subscribe to my weibo, and the next time I start a stream it will notify you. C: But it doesn’t. LYN: You must not have notifications on. Or, you haven’t selected the option to pay special attention to my page. // Next time I’ll try to announce it beforehand, but don’t count on it. I was thinking I would come home, shower, and get a good rest. But then I was thinking that resting wasn’t appropriate. So I’ll stream for a bit.

C: It’s my first time seeing the stream, are there any benefits. LYN: Benefits? The benefit is that I’m not kicking you out. You’re here watching my stream and I don’t have any special requests on my part- I don’t expect you to spend money here. I even gift you with my wonderful voice at no cost. That’s your benefit. It’s good enough, yeah? LYN: Actually, this friend reminded me. Anyone who is watching my stream right now all have a benefit. When I hold my concert anyone who is in the stream today- as long as you have a screenshot- can receive a 5yuan discount on the cost of my concert ticket. If you’re watching my stream right now, then take a screenshot immediately. Then when you’re buying tickets for my concert it will automatically deduct 5yuan. How does that sound? C: Can I use it with the discount I got the last time? LYN: No. You can only use one per concert.  C: Ning-ge, I have five now... LYN: Just keep collecting them.

C: Trending on main at #45 LYN: I don’t believe it. Let me go take a look. // /smug/ I’m at #41. I saw it. LYN: Since I’m on the main page now I should make myself more presentable. I can’t have my appearance not live up to status of having a trending topic. I don’t want anyone to come in through the topic and see a sloppy-haired beast. LYN: Every time I’m trending there will be a new group of friends who enter my stream for the first time. Many of them have probably never seen me before. They’ve never seen me but have heard of me. They may have heard my songs, but never seen my dramas or my streams. But the first time they come- I want to leave a good impression. I should stop talking, now. Let me play the role of “quiet boy.” From now on I am the quiet type, alright? I’ll sing a song. LYN: What song is on the quiet side and can also give off the impression that I’m just a pretty boy? Someone with a lot of charms~ Is there any song that can do that? Let me think... maybe something ballad/folk. - /reviewing song options/ LYN: How about 走你? (走马) // Let me grab my guitar. /strums it/ It’s not tuned. Whatever. We’re not listening to this. It’s just a prop. -- 走马 (Zou Ma) (Cursory Glance)

LYN: /gently/ Welcome all the new friends, to my stream. Here I will share with you some nice songs. I’m more of a quiet person in daily life, so I wanted to give you a quiet song. I hope you liked it.

bgm: 与子成说 (Yu Zi Cheng Shuo), The Starry Love OST LYN: That’s about enough. // Friends, my topic wouldn’t have dropped because I sang that song, right?? It’s happened before. I made it to a trending topic on main and wanted to show off my talents in thanks so I sang a song and- my trending topic disappeared. LYN: It really fell. Let’s not talk about whether I sang well or not. If I can drop down the list just by singing a song, then the future of the music scene is... yeah. (in bad shape). C: #42. LYN: Oh, I didn’t drop? C: It’s not that fast. LYN: /laughs/ So you’re saying it’ll still drop either way, but can’t it rise instead?? “It doesn’t drop that quickly.” Okay. Thanks! Your words were of a great comfort!

C: I came in because of the trending topic. LYN: It seems like we do have some new friends, here. If you haven’t yet subscribed to my weibo, please do so. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. Don’t think that my Standard Mandarin isn’t good just because you hear me speaking like this in my stream- I CAN speak Standard dialect. Don’t let this affect whether or not you watch my dramas when they air.  LYN: I think that if you were able to come to my stream today... you are all.. friends. You are all my guests. I hope that I can make more friends through my stream, so... I will gift you with the song “朋友 (Friends)”. I hope that starting from today- even if you don’t know me, even if you don’t understand me- I hope that we can sing this song together. After the song is over, we will be friends. -- 朋友 (Friends by Alan Tam) C: I don’t know Cantonese. LYN: I don’t either. I’m also just making it up as I go, aren’t I? C: Ning-ge, aren’t we “family”? LYN: /thinking/ -- 我们是一家人 (We Are a Family) LYN: ?? I can’t find the song! Isn’t there one that goes, “Because we are a family...” What song is that? Oh, 相亲相爱一家人 (A Loving Family), right? They don’t have it?? /found it/ This song is for all my family. If you know how to sing it, let’s sing together! -- 相亲相爱一家人 (A Loving Family) LYN: How is it, are you satisfied? C: Damn it. I actually sang along. LYN: /laughing/ Wait- is that a shameful thing?? Doesn’t that just make it more of a fact that we are one family and one mind? Is that not it?

C: The people who came in because of the trending topic will all be scared away. LYN: ... I don’t believe it. How can the people who came in because of the trending topic be scared away? Do you think they are cowards? -- 胆小鬼 (Coward) LYN: Right? There’s no way. How could you think they are cowards? They’re not, rest assured. They’ve seen all there is to see, already. (won’t be easily scared away).

C: Ning-ge, didn’t you say you wanted to be a quiet pretty boy? LYN: Ah... I gave up. There are some things in this world... if they’re meant to be yours it will be, if it’s not meant to be yours then don’t try to force it. LYN: I can’t believe there are some people replying the song I sang just now was “addicting”. Oh? You like this style of music? Then, we will become very good friends. I think if you are able to accept that style of music then you can really be a true musician. If you enjoyed that song and think it was addicting, you can go out into the world and say, “As a musician, I think...”. You can give yourself a title.

C: Ning-ge, how about a non-mainstream song? LYN: Are you trying to hurt me? What if I go online and search “non-mainstream songs” and I end up singing so-and-so’s song. Doesn’t that mean that I... what if people say I am trying to diss that singer? Don’t you know that in this industry, “if you look up you don’t meet, but if you look down you do”? If I get this wrong I might... I might search “non-mainstream” songs and end up finding the names of some of my friends. C: 烏梅子醬 (Dark Plum Sauce) LYN: Does this song have an accompaniment track? There isn’t. I can’t sing it. I wanted to, but since there’s no track I can’t. No helping it. // Actually, I think this IS. But why does it start from the chorus?? It really IS the instrumental track. -- 烏梅子醬 (Dark Plum Sauce) - /gets through a few lines... barely/ LYN: Let’s forget this one. This track doesn’t really work.

LYN: Wasn’t I here to chat with you, what am I doing singing? Anyway- let me rest a bit. What time is it? !! I’m not seeing wrong, am I? It’s 11:44pm. /sigh/  LYN: I said I would stream a little less today, but I didn’t think it would be this time already. Um... alright. C: Are you working tomorrow? LYN: Let me see what time I have to go out tomorrow. // 7a.

bgm: 霓虹甜心 (Neon Sweetheart)

LYN: Alright, today I’ll stream until 12a. LYN: Ok, let’s save some time (by not singing) and chat. Let me play some quieter music.

C: Ning-ge, I have 60 days left until the high school entrance exam, can you cheer me on? LYN: I can. I hope your exam goes well and you get into a high school you like. I wish you better and better. Jiayou.

C: You also have to get up at 7a tomorrow? LYN: We’re all the same. We all have to get up early.

C: When I think about having to go to school tomorrow I want to cry. LYN: ?_? What’s there to cry about. Tomorrow’s Wednesday. It’s only been two days since the week started and you want to cry? There’s still Thursday and Friday. Saturday and Sunday are okay, though. Being able to go to school is such a great thing. It’s the time when you are the most carefree. Cherish it while you can.

LYN: I see more people are trying to send signals. I can see all of your comments, but I won’t make a heart or a “V” for you. There are always people in my stream trying to send signals saying, “Ning-ge, if you can see this, make a heart.” I see all the comments. But there’s no way I can respond to each one. That’d be crazy. I wouldn’t be doing anything else, in that case.

C: If you’re shooting an outside scene for a guzhuang drama will you ever step on a snake? LYN: I have not encountered one as of yet. One of my fellow actors has, though. It’s normal, especially in the mountains. There are snakes. A few days ago my stand-in (light double) was bitten by a centipede. It was this big /gestures/, and it bit him. He went to stand in the tall grass and got bitten. It started feeling numb immediately so we sent him to the hospital. Thankfully it was not very venomous. C: “guang ti”? LYN: Oh, I said “stand-in (light double)” and you thought I meant “guang” as in “naked” (therefore: “naked body”)? No, it’s “guang” for “light” and not “naked”. // The kind you’re thinking of is not called a “guang ti” but a “luo ti” (body double). Those are two different things. C: Why do you need a double for light? LYN: We accidentally stepped into a sensitive topic, here. Every drama will have a staff called a “light double”. Let’s say the actors are shooting a scene, and we took 10 minutes to finish. Then, it’s time to switch the camera positions. When they’re switching the camera positions, the actors can rest for a bit. But the setting and light directors have to set the scene. So there needs to be someone there to stand in our spots. They use the standing position to check all the angles. When all the instruments are in the right place the actors will stand back in their positions and they will make minor adjustments and we can start. It helps to progress the filming schedule, a little. If the actors had to act the scene, then stand there and wait for setting to finish before the next one, I would probably tire to death standing the whole day. The double is there to stand in your spot in order to set the lighting. Usually they will find someone who is around the same height as the actor. - /continues talking about various stand-ins and doubles/ C: It must be hard to find someone the same height as you. LYN: It’s difficult to find a three-legged hippo. People, we can find. It’s not as if I’m some strange species, am I??

- /bickering with the fans over his pronunciation; topic of discussion: “wen ti” (body-double vs “kiss” double)/ LYN: Can you understand Standard Mandarin? Is mine really that bad?? How come I don’t believe it?! LYN: You must be doing this on purpose. How could I find a “kissing double”? I’m willing to- Zu’er must be crazy to agree, too! The opposite actor must be crazy. How could I? For example the two leads need to have an.. emotional interaction and in that moment I say, “Come here, kissing double. Kiss her for me!” No way! XD C: She can find one, too. LYN: Who does that? If that’s the case, what do you expect the viewers to watch for?? You want viewers to watch two strangers kissing? Why would they? They can see plenty of that on the street. Viewers don’t want to see two strangers kissing. They want to see the ML and FL. C: Does ZY have scenes like that? LYN: Not even a little. Not at all. Don’t anticipate it at all. There’s none of that. Stop asking. C: There are plenty of people in front of my dorm. LYN: You- ???? I said that there are a lot of people on the street, if you want to see it and someone replied that there’s plenty of that in front of their dorm. /laughs/ What are you telling me for?? Do you want me to go take a look, or what. Are you sharing with me? I don’t want to know that information, thanks. Are you so idle that you hang out in front of your dorm and watch? You don’t need to tell me! LYN: Let’s change the topic. C: There used to be a lot of that in front of my dorm too. LYN: Alright. That’s enough. OK, already. Let’s not talk about this. It’s enough. 

C: Ning-ge, can you tell me how to wake up early without hurting? LYN: ??? Where do you hurt when you wake up?? If your head hurts, you can get that checked out at a hospital. What do you mean by “wake up early without hurting”?  Does it hurt you to wake up early? Tell me where it hurts. C: My heart. (figuratively) LYN: If your heart hurts (literally) then you should get an angiogram to see if there are any problems with your heart. You have to be careful. Take care of yourself. C: My head. LYN: You must have slept too much, then! If you’re waking up early that means you slept too much. Sleep a little less and you’ll be fine.  C: When I wake up early my soul hurts. [?] LYN: I guess that when you sleep you don’t age, either? [??] When other people sleep they do it soundly, but you’re over here practicing wing chun? If you go a whole night practicing martial arts of course you’re going to hurt all over in the morning. Sleeping to you is like working out. That doesn’t work.  LYN: I think I can guess what this friend meant by “wake up early without hurting”- it’s just that waking up early puts them in a bad mood. I’m like that, too. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I think to myself, “What’s the point in living?? I’m here on this earth and I can’t even sleep. What is the meaning of life and in working?” I’m like that too. I’m sure everyone is. But once you’re up, you’re up. Even if that means that you have a bit of grumpiness in the morning. You;ll be fine after some time passes.

C: Do you check in for attendance in your own SuperTopic? LYN: What are you saying? You must be new. I’ve checked in to my SuperTopic for 1,000+ days, now. Consecutively.  LYN: I already spent so much money on supplement cards for my SuperTopic. My header description even says “Modern Brothers Weibo SuperTopic Big Fan”. Everyone else’s is “singer, actor”.  Mine is “Modern Brothers Weibo Supertopic Big Fan" [超话粉丝大咖 (摩登兄弟超话)]. I have a prestigious title.  LYN: I told you before, that anyone who checks in to my SuperTopic for more than 1,000 consecutive days can contact my studio and ask for a bottle of soybean oil.  C: Wasn’t it 500 days? LYN: Ehm... was it 500 days? Well, it’s already been 200 days since I set that price. Let’s raise it a little.  C: Ning-ge, I was almost at 500 days. How could you raise the prices?? LYN: That’s just the way a lot of things are. This society is like this, friends. I just want you to have a bit of a preview as to the cruelty of this society. When you go to work, they will put you on probation for two months. After those two months are over they might say they will think about it and put you on probation for an additional month. Anything is possible.  

bgm: 意气趁年少 (Youth at Will), A Female Student Arrives at the Imperial College OST

LYN: Happy New Year, friends. This year I wish... that anyone who is taking tests has a good result. Thank you for keeping me company and if you haven’t subscribed to my weibo yet, please do so. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. You can come hang out the next time I stream. Thanks for everyone who is in this stream and still watching- I was able to get a trending topic because of you. Thank you to everyone who participated in my stream tonight.  LYN: It’s about time, and I should go to sleep. I hope you had a relaxing and wonderful night. It was great to have you and I hope you enjoyed yourself. We’ll meet again in the next stream! Good night, everyone.

[ford-ye-fiji]

✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

Thanks for the tag @non-plutonian-druid 💖🌸✨💖🌸✨💖🌸✨

Words and fics

uhhhh 9,467 words written this year 🫣 I’ve got more unpublished… a lot more. Some of it is fanfic but most of it is original fiction I muse about for fun. No idea to determine the total word count alas. Overall, not a great fanfic year for me.

Total of THREE fics posted this year. The majority of those words are for the FNAF sequel I finally got around to writing. The two others fics were a Battlestar Galactica character study that came out of left field ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and a little Star Trek series of one-shots I wrote in a fit of inspiration for the mind shenanigans I’ve always wanted to see for Bones and Spock after Star Trek III.

Top Fics by Kudos

I’m going with fics posted/updated in 2023. I didn’t count Promentory in the 2023 word count because I had finished writing it way before the year was up.

Promentory is obviously in the top spot with a whopping 970 kudos. Writing that fic was crazy. Fun, but crazy XD

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul (the Star Trek fic) is in second with 51 kudos. More than I ever expected to get with it XD

Worth One's Weight In Gold is in third with 10 kudos and boy when I tell you I was watching for every single one of those. This is the one I was most excited about sharing.

mutualistic symbiosis is my BSG fic with 7 kudos. I think it even got a comment. Thank u my dearest reader I did not expect that and I adore u for it

Art events 2023

I joined art fight this year. I was very nervous about putting orginal characters out there but I overthought per the usual. Even though I joined late, I had a lot of fun and I hope to do it again next year!

Fic Milestone

A milestone I REALLY wanted to mention is that I passed my ten year anniversary of writing fic! Can’t believe I’ve been doing this for ten years. It’s been a journey and I loved just about everyone I’ve encountered along the way. Even if you’ve felt like you haven’t done much this year, if you’ve just left me even one comment on one of my fics, I want you to know that you make the world feel a little less lonely and I really appreciated it :)

Upcoming 2024

I’ve gotta finish posting my fnaf fic. It’s literally all written I’ve just been procrastinating.

Not many plans other than that. We’ll see what happens :)

Rules & Tags below the cut!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass, just keep on scrolling.

I’ll tag @quite-likely-valentine for this and @dazais-guardian-angel as well :) if you’re a fic author or an artist, please feel free to join in, no tags required!

[taelonsamada]

Tidbit Tuesday - I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster

@dominimoonbeam tagged me in this, and surprise surprise, I’m still knee deep in my mafia rom-com story XD I also apparently struggle to grasp what a ‘tidbit’ is… 😆 But this is turning out so cute, and I want to share so much of it with you all!!

….it’s been a week and I’m almost 30k into this story. At this rate, I’ll have this book finished, edited and ready to publish by summer XD

Tagging @zozo-01 @glassbearclock @ejunkiet and @romirola cause I’m nosy and wanna see what you’re working on!

Also tagging @d-cs cause you requested tags for all my mobster stuff!! ♥️

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“But Mama, it’s Tuesday! The dinos are on today!”

Carter couldn’t help smiling at the despairing tone Madeline was pleading with her mother in as the elevator door opened. Watching as exhausted Cathy stepped out with her five year old daughter in tow and barely two month old baby in hand.

“I know, Maddie, I’m sorry. We’ll try and get back before they start, promise.”

“Nuh! It always takes forever, we never get back in time!”

“Going on an adventure?” Carter asked, tapping the mail he’d gathered into a neat pile and smiling at Cathy as she stopped beside him and gave him a ‘look’.

“Doctor’s appointment. And guess who bailed on babysitting duty?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not a baby!”

“I know, sweetie, it’s just a phrase.” Carter winced, giving her a sympathetic look. All too familiar with Cathy’s flake of an ex-husband.

“Want me to watch her? I’m guessing this is an appointment for little Sarah there?” he offered, and couldn’t help grinning as Madeline immediately gasped and started tugging at her mother’s hand.

“Yes, Mama, yes! Can I stay home with Carter, please? It’s been forever since he was over and he knows all the good dinos!” she begged, giving the biggest doe eyes to her mother that Carter had ever seen.

How that woman ever said no to that little girl, he had no idea.

Cathy looked between the two of them for a moment, then shifted her gaze to the sleeping baby in the carrier she held before looking at Carter once more.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Wouldn’t have offered if it was any trouble,” he assured, and laughed as Madeline wrenched her hand free of her mother’s hold and latched onto his leg. Cathy laughed weakly and shook her head as she held her purse out to the little girl.

“It should only be a couple hours,” Cathy assured as Madeline dug around in her purse and eventually pulled out the house key with a triumphant yell.

“Add an extra hour onto that and go sit at a little cafe for a while. We’ll be fine,” he insisted quietly, waving as Madeline grabbed hold of his hand and started dragging him back towards the elevator.

Which was how Carter found himself sitting on the rug in front of the tv of Cathy’s apartment, watching Madeline focus intensely on his hands as she slathered his nails in polish. Looking up at him with a huff as soon as she’d finished his middle finger.

“No, cuz they don’t really spit poison,” she insisted, to which he looked scandalized.

“But the movie had them doing it, and it looked so cool!” he insisted, his chest aching with the battle to not laugh as she dramatically rolled her eyes before returning her attention back to his hands.

“The dinos in that movie were made how people think they look,” she insisted, shaking her head. “People get dinos wrong all the time.”

“Like that one you told me about before that was actually made up of four different dinosaurs?”

“Yeah!”

He grinned as he watched her work away at his nails, rambling about the accuracy of dinosaurs in media in between each finger. Checking the time to see how long they had before her show started.

“Hey, you said your uncle was going to take you to the museum last time we did this. How was it? You get to finally see real dinosaurs?” he asked, frowning as she went still and quiet, staring at his hand for a moment.

“…No. Uncle Toby isn’t allowed to come here now,” she answered, and Carter felt his stomach heave for a moment. Immediately scolding himself for going to the worst case scenario and forcing his expression to remain calm.

“Did he get in trouble for something?” he asked, watching as her brow furrowed.

“I think so… Mama won’t talk about it, but she and Da were yelling about it for a while. They said something about my cousin Ally, about how her ribs were hurt.”

“…did they say how her ribs got hurt?” he asked softly, his heart pounding in his ears at the sad look on her face.

“Mama said she got kicked,” Madeline spoke, staring at his nails.

“…Maddie,” he spoke quietly. “…has Uncle Toby ever hurt you?” He watched her sit there in silence for a moment before shaking her head. “Has he ever yelled at you? I mean really loudly, and really scary?” Seeing her slowly nod was like an ice shard to his chest, and he sat quietly with her for a long moment.

Eventually he lifted his unpainted hand to tap her chin, causing her to look up at him. “You told your Mama about how he’d yell, didn’t you?”

“I did, and I think I got Uncle Toby in trouble cause of it!” she wailed, to which he immediately shook his head, fussing with her hair for a moment.

“No, baby girl, not at all. It’s good that you told your Mama, that was the right thing to do. Because you spoke up, they’re now going to be able to keep not only you safe, but also your cousin Ally safe. Cause it’s one thing for a father to have to be strict with his children, but no one should ever kick anyone. Especially not their kids,” he insisted, his heart hurting as he watched the tears well up in her eyes as she nodded.

He held his arms out and she immediately crawled into his lap and hugged him with so much strength it almost broke him. Rubbing her back gently and rocking for a moment. She didn’t cry, but she shook for several moments, obviously still torn up about ‘getting her uncle in trouble’.

Looking up at the clock again, he smiled faintly and leaned back a bit to get a look at her face. “Hey… guess what time it is?” Watching as she sniffed loudly before peeking up at him.

“…what time is it?” she asked in a tiny voice, and he responded by grabbing the remote and turning the tv on, flicking through the channels until a familiar song started playing.

The speed of which her head snapped up to look at the screen nearly clipped his chin, and he was immensely relieved at the instant change in her demeanour. Settling back with her against the front of the couch to watch a middle age man race across landscapes and interact with CG’ed dinosaurs as if they were really there. Discussing facts about the creatures as if they were modern day creatures.

And silently filing Uncle Toby away in his head for later.

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Staring at the most recent message on her phone, Eliza frowned gently, wondering how worried she should be.

C: Please help. I am trapped and unable to move. My body weakens with every passing minute.

She knew he wasn’t actually in danger, but she couldn’t help being curious about what it was she was going to walk in on. Then her phone chimed again and she grinned.

C: Cathy’s place. Bring treats.

E: Give me a couple hours. I have to deep clean my fridge first.

C: ELIZA I BEG YOU IM SO HUNGRY BUT I CANT GET UP

Laughing softly, she put her phone away and hummed as the elevator climbed, her grin growing with each ping her phone gave off. Heading into her apartment, she took enough time to put away the groceries she’d picked up and fill a small container with the pecan butter tarts she’d made two days ago.

Returning to the elevator, she headed for the second floor, knocking lightly on Cathy’s apartment door.

“It’s open. Quiet, though,” Carter called in a soft voice, which only heightened Eliza’s curiousity. Pushing the door open, she leaned in slowly, casting a wary look around the apartment. It all looked perfectly normal.

She spotted Carter waving to her, seated on the floor in front of the couch, a cartoon movie with dinosaurs playing on the tv. He gestured for her to come over, perking up at the sight of the container she had in her hand and making an eager grabbing motion with his hands.

Narrowing her eyes, Eliza walked over, and stopped short as soon as she rounded the couch. Staring down at her neighbour.

Her neighbour who had messily painted nails, barrettes with glittery streamers clipped all through his hair, and a dangly earring with a bell in place of his usual simple gold hoop. He also had a five year old passed out and slumped against his thigh, which explained his refusal to move.

She lifted an eyebrow, smirking down at him, her grin growing as he immediately started pouting and gesturing silently to Madeline. Tilting her head in silent question and causing him to huff. “I will not be the kind of villain that wakes an innocent angel like this!” he hissed softly.

Shaking her head, she opened the container and offered him one of the tarts, sitting down on the recliner by the couch and watching as he happily devoured the dessert.

[brzatto]

Hello! I'm the person who wrote the dissertation-length comment on chapter 2 of BCM. My essay of a comment probably speaks for itself but I really love your writing. I'm still thinking about your fic over a week later and reread your reply to my comment over and over. It took me a full evening to read chapter 2 because I would read a part, sit and think about it, then move to the next part. Even though the chapter was so long I was scared with each paragraph that it was going to end, I didn't want to stop reading. The ending was really satisfying, if the fic ended there it would be a lovely ending, but like I said in my original comment I'm so happy there's more to come. The ominous reply from you saying you might scrap what you've written and rewrite the ending nudged me to message you. I really hope you don't scrap what you've written so far! Even if it's not the direction you want the fic to go now, I think everyone would love to see the alternate ending if you're happy to share it in the event you don't use it for the fic. Kind of a "BCM 0.5" if you will. Everyone is begging for the porny carmrich writing so thought I'd throw my hat in the ring and beg for the alt. ending of BCM. xD

Also thank you for leaving such a long reply to my comment! I really liked hearing your thoughts about Carmy and Richie and would love to hear more about your writing process. Your fic was the first The Bear fic I ever read and it hasn't left my mind since I first read it back in December last year.

Sorry for another really long message I can't seem to stop typing once I start. xD

(p.s. you should post the carmrich pwp huhuhuhuhu)

of course i remember you! i always remember repeat commenters and i distinctly remember being at work when i got the email for the first comment you left me on bcm, it was a really lovely comment and it made my entire night.

i say this often to a lot of commenters but it really does mean so much to me that you enjoy my writing and it has that sort of effect on you!!! like more than you’ll ever know. i can count the number of times i’ve actually published works on ao3 on two hands and i’ve always gravitated towards rarepairs with nicher audiences in almost every fandom i’ve been in so the type of enthusiasm i’ve received so far with bcm is really genuinely touching. i always try my best to reciprocate the energy given to me in the comments i get but longer ones make me especially happy because i loooove discussing character analysis and dynamics with people and i’m always eager to know how other people interpret my characters and my writing! thanks for how much thought you put into all of your comments, i always look forward to reading what you have to say <3

as for the ending of bcm i don’t actually think i’ll fully be scrapping it, it’ll still end the same general way that i had in mind but i’ll probably end up rewriting/reworking it because a big chunk of the fic leading up to it is still unwritten and by the time i actually get close to the ending it probably won’t make much sense as it is currently word for word. i don’t normally write in chronological order, i write scenes out as they come to me (i usually envision climactic scenes very visually in my head and then write them out first lol) and then fill in the gaps/flesh out the storyline as i go. but since i got the idea for this fic and planned it out back before s2 came out and now s2 is out and canon’s been vastly expanded i’ll probably end up also borrowing some elements from s2 for my own storyline purposes just because if i’m being fully honest… i actually can’t tell you what ch3 of bcm and onwards is going to be like. i have vague notions of major plot points and the direction i want the story to take and fragments of later scenes in my docs but even as it stands now uncompleted bcm is the longest thing i’ve ever written (it’s 49k on ao3 and 60k in my docs) like… ever. i’m not used to finishing fics at all much less writing long fics (if bcm would count as one) so this is all very much new territory for me but everyone’s support and encouraging really helps keep me engaged and on track! including yours 🤍 in the event that the ending does drastically depart from what i’ve originally envisioned for it i probably will upload the alt ending separately. i’ve also sort of toyed with the idea of writing some scenes out from richie’s pov but if anything that’ll be something that comes much much later.

[aibhilin-atibeka]

So I got tagged TWICE somehow XD (jk, love y’all, big thanks to @that-cloud and @a-knight-owls-curse, I adore these tagging games!!!)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

So, yes, the ones I’m working on, eh? Ought to only be a handful...

...

10 minutes later, it’s decidedly NOT a handful. It’s more like five handfuls, y’all. when did I ever accumulate this many??? why did I decide to work on them simultaneously??????????? new rule: ones that I’ve touched in the past five days or so. also, apparently I don’t have only ONE wip folder, what do you take me for, a heathen? no, I’ve got to have three different ones, one of those an analogue one that I had to hunt for behind the newspaper stash on my desk.

Around 6 original short stories that a) don’t all have titles yet but are plotted and planned out to a T and will be written within the next few days, if not weeks.

Through Troubled Waters (yup, why start into an easy, nice, oneshot after a writer’s block when I can start with the frigging longest longfic I’ve ever longed to write for???) One Piece, Buggy the Clown time travels to his own past and eventually his mini!me and Shanks stumble upon him and don’t leave him alone (neither does he them tho, so it evens out). (mind the tags, please!)

Dead Man Walking (it counts if I edit stuff, right? ... yup, it means I touched it within the last five days or so.) One Piece, a dimension travel (or is it?) piece about Portgas D. Ace (and company). (please mind the tags on this one!)

The Second Part to This Series That Still Exists, Why, Yes, It Does. One Piece, a young Buggy meets Garp a year after his ex-captain’s execution and, well, baby!Portgas D. Ace, as it so happens. Buggy doesn’t trust Garp to treat babies right and gets himself force-adopted/kidnappedoes with him to wherever he’s going. Dadan, meet pirate apprentice!Buggy. Buggy, be flabbergasted at Garp’s choice in babysitter. Ace, be happy.

An unpublished Christmas fanfic, namely a Danny Phantom/DC Batfamily crossover fanfic that doesn’t frigging leave me alone until I finish it.

An as-of-yet unnamed alternative crossover fanfic about Danny Phantom and the Batfamily that insists it wants to be a longfic and whose dreams and aspirations I regularly have to dash to dust cause I do not want any more longfics on ao3 until I’ve finished at least ONE, darn it all.

at least three more oneshots in the One Piece fandom I’ve yet to finish/write more on so they can count as done/edit

So. I had writer’s block for a while there (helloooooo job search, I hate you so. much.) cause I had to write other genres of text a LOT lately and am as unhappy about it as to want to actually publish a freaking book sometime soon, just so I’ll have something else to write for.

as for the tags, I have no clue WHO to tag? Feel free to ignore them if you don't want to.

@gallus-rising and anybody else who’d like to? Feel free to jump in and let me know about your wips, folks! I love hearing about any you’d like to share!!! :D

[chornayadrakoshig]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @1lostsoul0fishbowl <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

156! (Technically, 158, but two of them are in a fandom fest and will be anonymous for 2 or 3 more weeks I think). Also I want to mention that I don’t use ao3 for fics exclusively – actually I plan to slowly archive all my visual fanworks there as well!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

280,716

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Code Lyoko is my main fandom and has been for about 12-13 years, though I wrote my first fic for it a bit later, in 2014. Harry Potter is still my second largest by the works posted, but besides a long-standing WIP and fandom exchanges/requests here and there, I don’t touch this fandom anymore. Current second favorite is Stranger Things :) 

In general I have about 18 unique fandoms (without counting sequels/adaptations and original works) on my ao3 profile, but most of them have just a handful of works each.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

God my stats after fully moving to ao3 are fucking depressing xD Let’s not talk about it.

5. Do you respond to comments? 

Yes! It’s usually not a long conversation but I love to share details about my works if anybody asks questions.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

Angst is my second name xD Almost a third of my works on ao3 is tagged angst, so it’s hard to pick one, but I’ll mention this (technically untitled) oneshot (Code Lyoko, Odd/Aelita)

Usually I love angst and open endings but with this one it bothered me so much that I actually have plans for a sequel to give these characters some happy ending for god’s sake.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

… okay that’s even harder question. Let’s say this one (also Code Lyoko, also Odd/Aelita). Disregard that it starts from another pairing’s breakup

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Not really? Nowadays I don’t even get that many comments (I hate the spambot that I get on ao3 all the time with passion), but even prior to that the most heated thing I’d see in my comment section is “your OC is a Maru Sue”. And they’d list the characteristics that another commenter mentioned as the reason they think the same OC is well-developed and not MS at all! To each their own, I guess

9. Do you write smut? 

I’ve published… five fics that have sexual content in one way or the other, and only one of them is explicit. Truly, I’m not good with something above erotica level. I do have plans to write more smut (for petty reasons) but these won’t see the light of day for a few month because I’m saving them for a fandom event

10. Do you write crossovers? 

I rarely get good plot ideas for crossovers (I gravitate towards AUs mostly). I’ve posted 2 (a oneshot and one neverending WIP)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

A few times, yeah. One of my HP fics almost reached 3k likes on the website that was my main posting platform prior to ao3, so as you can imagine, at some point shit hit the fan. Also had one microfic (or microoriginal, to be precise) stolen as a fancy text for social media post. Luckily in each instance they were deleted quickly.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nope (at least nothing I know of, I have blanket permission on my profile), but I do translate fics myself :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Not really. I have a shared setting/universe idea with my best friend, but we mostly wrote and drew our own separate things in it, our characters not interacting. I worked on co-translating multiple fics however.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? 

I guess Oddlita? I don’t usually have “OTPs” as in “the only ship I ship in a fandom”, but since it’s from my main fandom and they’ve been a favorite for over a decade, they kinda get this status. But I ship insane amount of other ships in this fandom (including the ones contradicting my favorite) xD

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

At one point I got a kick for a very specific poetry format and I decided to write parody/retelling of the original series in poems. I covered 3 episodes and never touched this thing again.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I think I’m pretty good with making it sound poetic, playing with sentence length and structure (maybe that’s why I find writing fic in English so hard and limiting, idk).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m so bad at plotting it’s not even funny xD For some reason my brain tends to create a single vague scene idea with no start and no end. I’m a chronic oneshot/vignette writer.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

It depends? If it’s a phrase or two – fine, great, no problem. Otherwise we are starting a footnotes hell (have you read fucking War and Peace? I did), unless you’re writing for an audience that for sure knows both languages well which is. Very specific. So for long dialogue I prefer to keep it in one language, maybe highlight in italics, and if it’s from a POV of a character who doesn’t speak the language, break up the dialogue with notes how POV character doesn’t understand what is going on.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Merlin BBC. Never finished that fic.

20. Favorite fics you’ve written? 

Why these questions are so hard xD I’d say this microfic (Code Lyoko, William/Yumi) because back when I originally posted it my readers thought it was smut from the first paragraph and just screamed at me in the comments xD idk I just remember that interaction so vividly it makes me cackle every time

[apthepotat]

Art dump time! (Part one)

it’s been awhile since I shared my art here but-

i’ve improved since the last time shared it

I believe I didn’t show a single art in this year at all

that’s about to change :D

let’S-A-gOO-

so first we havee

This is actually one of my fav art pieces of 2021 ^^ i saw smth on TikTok how to make this art in just two steps and I love it!- I should do it more hshshs

second we have

my little scrunkly/vvpos

a flustered and sleepy sketches of my babyyyy

he goes by Devy-! And actually I drew him but I’m making updates on his design- once I do that imma show ^^

Here’s more sketches,but this time with his twin XD

tis Devy

And his twin Vir!

That moment when you want to draw both eyes but can’t draw the other so you have to either cover it or make the eye closed for the art not to look weird

My handsome children ✨

nEXT

Another fancy bastard XD he was made jus few days ago

He likes suits and is a cocky son of a biscuit/aff

he goes by Niran ^^

Ah yes one of my first Girl skele ocs ever

I’m proud of the shape of her eyes tbh she looks so prettyY-

Her name’s Nadia :D and she’s a princess ✨

Princess Nadia Dáire (full name Damn) of a kingdom named the Illinid Kingdom in an Au I made awhile ago named Regalistale ^^ She is beauty she is grace and she will slap you in yo the f a c e

Next is her older brother ✨👑

everyone please give it up

fOR HIS MAJESTY

KING IRIS DÁIRE OF THE ILLINID KINGDOMM 👏👏👏👏

The wings are from Ibispaint because I give up drawing wings- aaand as for the pose and chair ref I took it from Pinterest-! However I lost the ref I have no idea where it is now or else I would’ve put it here :,)

Only the character and their design belongs to me ^^

Also I finished this art at 3 AM I didn’t feel like drawing a background cuz I hate drawing them anyways

ah e m

moving on-

did y’all know Ira has 3 sons-?

👀 it’d be a shame not to show at least one of them rn

I’m happy to introduce to you

the Heir of the throne ✨

the eldest of the chialds

HIS royaL hIgHnEsS

Prince Zephyrus DáirEEEE

I adore all my ocs sm :,> I am still so proud of this one even if my coloring style started changing right after this artwork

I adore his clothes and wings most of all HSHSHS

the background again I didn’t feel like drawing it so I took a pic from Google and changed its color schemes and bam

the wings is from Ibispaint again

Anddd-

The pose is from a random picture in Pinterest

:,] again I - I lost it

so

last art work in this one

:] ..

this is my Sona

this is me

✨ hi ✨

XDDDD BAHAHA-

I think this would be it for now-

Don’t worry I’ll make a part two of the art dump :D I still have ton to show

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Build Me Up, Buttercup - Argyle

A/N: so, I started writing this before I got Argyle requests because I wasn’t sure I would get any (I did, a lot and really good) so, I needed to finish it and post it even if nobody really asked for it xD so, I still hope you like it! 

Warnings: reader deals with PTSD and nightmares; mentions of Billy Hargrove hurting the reader; mentions of being high; and this isn’t proofread so I’m not even sure how this turned out xD I think that’s pretty much it but let me know if I missed anything, please! (also a side of Steddie because WHY NOT?! who is it hurting?) also this is SUPER LONG

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Build Me Up, Buttercup

I need you more than anyone, darling You know that I have from the start So build me up, Buttercup, don't break my heart

Four months. You had been living in California for four months. After what happened last summer in Hawkins, your mom decided it was best for you. You couldn’t really argue with her since Hawkins was actually haunted. The things you and your brothers had lived through were more than you ever thought you could handle. Let alone Eleven. And now, Hopper was gone. You could only imagine what she was going through. You couldn’t really say you understood since your father was an asshole on different levels and was still alive. And Hopper was the closest thing Eleven had to a father. On top of that, your mom had taken on a new job, Jonathan was freaking out on a daily basis about Nancy and college and you were 100% certain he was high about 90% of the time. And Will. Your little brother had gone through more than any of you. You had always tried to protect him from anything in the world and you had always blamed yourself for the night he went missing even if he kept telling you it wasn’t your fault.

“Hey” you jumped a little when you heard a voice, snapping you out of your thoughts and you saw Eleven opening the door. “Mom says breakfast is ready” she smiled at you and you smiled back.

You were really happy that Eleven felt comfortable enough with all of you. To be completely honest, you had always wanted a little sister since Jonathan and Will tended to gang up on you sometimes, so you were glad she was here.

“Thanks, El, I’ll be right out” you replied quietly.

“Are you okay?” she asked, walking inside your shared room and sitting on her bed.

“Yes, of course” you smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I heard you talking in your sleep again” she said quietly.

“Oh” you said, feeling nervous. “W-what did I say?”

“I couldn’t tell” she said. “You were mumbling a lot but… you seemed pretty scared” she said, worriedly.

“Oh, maybe I was just having a nightmare” you shrugged it off lightly.

“What was it about? It sounded really scary” she asked.

“Well, to be completely honest with you, I don’t remember” you told her. That was a lie. Of course, you remember. It’s always the same nightmare. “So it couldn’t have been that scary” you insisted, knowing she was worried about you. “I’m sorry if I woke you up” you told her.

“Okay” she replied, still a bit unconvinced.

She was the only one that knew you had been having nightmares for a long time since you were now sharing a bedroom. You had asked her to keep the secret and, even if she insisted that ‘Friends don’t lie’ you insisted that it wasn’t a lie. You just didn’t want to worry anyone when so many things were going on and she shouldn't worry either. You were somehow able to convince her, but you knew she was bound to tell someone if it kept going.

“Come on, let’s go get breakfast” you said, grabbing your grey oversized cardigan and putting it over your all-black outfit and the two of you went over to the dining room.

“Good morning, sweetheart” Joyce greeted you.

"Morning, mom" you smiled.

“You must be burning up in that sweater, it’s like 100° outside” Will laughed a little.

“I’m fine” you insisted, messing his hair and taking the seat next to him.

“Guys! Hurry up, our ride’s gonna be here in like fifteen minutes” Jonathan said, walking in and sitting next to you.

“Did your car break down again?” you asked him and he nodded as he chugged down a glass of juice.

“I got it covered though. Argyle’s coming to pick us up” he told you.

Argyle. Out of the four of you, Jonathan had been the only one to branch out and actually made a friend. You knew Will and El had trouble making friends. Will’s only friends were stuck in Hawkins and El knew nobody else but those kids, so you felt bad for them when you came to California. At least they had each other. But you. Everyone had noticed but had the decency to not point out that you hadn’t been making any friends. Back in Hawkins, you had your fair share of friends. You weren’t like one of the popular girls, but you had more than any of your brothers. But now, you had a very hard time trusting other people and you had no interest in knowing new people. You had your brothers, El, and your friends back at home. And Argyle. Even if he was Jonathan’s friend, there was something about him that made it incredibly hard for you to not think about him. Maybe it was the fact that he was the one that got your brother high all the time. Or maybe it was that he dressed with every color there ever existed and it used to remind you of you at some point. Maybe it was because he was literally always smiling. Whatever it was, you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a very particular honk coming from outside.

“That’s him” Jonathan announced. “Let’s roll!” he said walking out with Will and El quickly following him so you did the same.

“Have a great day at school!” your mother yelled from the entrance. “And please drive safely, Argyle!”

“No worries, Mrs. Byers!” he yelled, smiling as Jonathan hopped on the other side and Will and El got in on the back after they each high-fived him. “Well, good morning, lovely señorita” he said, looking at you.

“Good morning, Argyle” you said, feeling your cheeks burning a little.

“You know the rule” he smirked.

“Oh, come on!” you complained.

“Nope. No smile, no ride” he insisted.

“Fine” you said, rolling your eyes before you flashed him a forced smile. “Better?”

“You keep working on that, Byers” he said as you got on the back with Will and El. “Alright, hold on to your butts brochachos!”

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You were trying to concentrate during your second period but it was easier said than done when you had him sitting so close to you. Ever since you started in this school, you had become the target of the ‘popular’ guy in your class, Andrew. He definitely wasn’t the worst person you had met, but he reminded you a lot of Billy Hargrove. You don’t even know how to begin to explain Billy Hargrove.

Ever since he and his family moved to Hawkins, something was off about him. His quick rise to popularity didn’t really help his ego and he became drunk on power. But it wasn’t until you literally fought against him with Steve Harrington, trying to protect Max, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin when you were in your house that you became actually terrified of him. You never really told your brothers or your mom about it, and Steve was actually quite helpful in the matter. But then, summer came, and Billy became one of the Mind Flayer's Flayed. You never told anybody about it, but before he did, whatever it was he did to Heather Holloway, he had tried to take you. You had barely been able to escape, running out of the pool, and were grateful that Steve was picking you up, almost running you over with his car, but he got you out of there.

So, again, you didn’t say anything. Because nothing really happened. That’s what you kept telling yourself. It didn’t really feel right to mention it when everyone in your family was going through so much bigger things. Your mother had a new kid to take care of, a new job, and she lost Hopper. You were the only one that knew they were supposed to have a date and you had never seen her so happy, after Bob, who she saw being killed. Jonathan was always the responsible one who tried to keep it together for your family. It was like that since you were kids and he was the only one that stood up to your dad. And now, he was here without Nancy and had no idea what to do about his future. And then, you could not possibly even begin to think about what both Eleven and Will have gone through in their lives. And after all that, Eleven was now here, without Hopper and without Mike. And Will… you and Will had always talked about everything. You tried as best as you could to help him with the aftermath of the Upside Down, and you were trying to help him now with these newfound feelings he had. So no, there was no way that you were going to burden any of them with something that didn’t even happen to you. Because it was stupid. You were just homesick, missing Steve because he was the only one that knew.

“So, Byers!” you heard Andrew’s voice in front of you and he had sat back, smirking at you. “There’s a party this weekend at my place. My parents are out of town” he said.

“I’m busy” you smiled, trying to be polite.

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a stuck-up, bitch! We’re trying to get to know you better” he insisted. “You can even bring your scary brother and his weird friend who’s always high” he said.

“How charming of you” you said, rolling your eyes. “But I’ll pass, I have to work” you said, going back to your book.

“Come on, babe-” he said, reaching out for your hand but you quickly removed it.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” you snapped.

“Relax, why are you such a freak? I was just going to write down my address in case you wanted to come” he said, grabbing your wrist forcefully. You grabbed your pen and quickly jammed it into his hand. “FUCK! What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?!”

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” you yelled before you started to run out of the class. You didn’t even acknowledge that your teacher was standing at the door.

“Miss Byers, where do you think you’re going?”

You ignored her as you ran all the way to the bathroom. You needed to calm down. You went inside and were glad that it was empty. You walked over to the sink and washed your face. You took a couple of deep breaths and stood up to look at yourself in the mirror. And then, you saw him behind you.

“Missed me, babe?”

He wasn’t there. He was dead. He couldn’t be there.

“Y-you’re not here” you muttered to yourself, still not being able to turn around.

“‘Course I’m here” you heard him say as you saw him walk closer to you. “See, no matter what you do, you can’t keep me away for long” Billy smirked, sticking his tongue out like he always did.

“Shut up!” you said, closing your eyes, wanting him to go away. “Y-you’re dead! I saw you die!” you said, turning around and you swore you could still see him.

“No, babe. You’re dead! And Harrington isn’t here to save you this time!”

You saw him about to grab you and you couldn’t take it anymore, you ran out of the bathroom, bumping into someone as soon as you did.

“Whoa, slow down, my dude” you heard Argyle’s voice. You kept looking behind you and then you looked up at him. Argyle felt his entire heart shattering. In the four months he had known you, he had never seen you like this. You looked absolutely terrified. He stood a few steps back, knowing you didn’t like being touched, but he didn’t want to leave you alone like this. “Hey, what’s going on? You okay-?”

“He’s gonna k-kill me” you muttered, as you kept looking at the bathroom door as if Billy was going to get out at any moment.

“What? What are you talking about?” Argyle asked, even more confused. “Is someone in there? Did he do anything to you?” he asked, getting upset, something you had to admit you had never seen before. He walked over to the door, but before he could open it, you grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

“No! You can’t go in there!” you said, panicking and pulling him towards you. Argyle frowned his eyebrows, looking at you and then at your linked hands. This was the first time in four months he'd had any kind of physical touch with you and he felt as if his hand was burning and he did not want to let go any time soon. “I have to get out of here!”

“Alright, let me go get Jonathan-”

“NO! Jonathan can’t see me like this. He can’t know! I have to uh- I have to get out of here” you said, dropping his hand and he felt a small pain in his heart when you did. “I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry. I have to get out of here-” you muttered, hugging yourself.

“Alright, okay, I can take you wherever you need to go, alright?” he said, walking closer to you but still keeping his distance. “Is that okay?” he asked and you nodded. You seemed really upset and he wanted to do anything he could to help you. “Alright, let’s go-” before he could go on, you held on to his hand again. You didn’t know why. This was the first time in four months you held someone or touched someone outside of your family. But you trusted Argyle, and when you held his hand it made you feel safe if only for a moment. “‘Kay, let’s go, dude” Argyle smiled, leading you outside.

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You were riding around the town in Argyle’s pizza van. It was one of the few times you got to sit in the front with him, since usually, Jonathan was in the front. You kept looking out the window and tried your best to stop your hands from shaking.

“You wanna change the music?” Argyle offered, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Um n-no, thanks” you smiled shyly. “I like your music” you told him. “Um, I’m s-sorry, Argyle” you said, quietly.

“What? Why are you sorry, dude?”

“For uh- earlier” you said, looking down at your hands on your legs. “I didn’t mean to worry you or… make you skip class and leave school-”

“Oh, nah, dude. It’s all good. I probably would have ended up skipping class anyways” he smiled at you.

“Thanks” you said with a small smile and then it was quiet again.

“You want me to take you home-?”

“N-no” you quickly said. “I mean, my mom is there and she’s gonna know I skipped school and ask what happened and I can’t really deal with that right now” you explained.

“Okay” he shrugged. “I just wanna know how I can help you” he told you.

“That’s… really sweet of you, Argyle” you smiled at him.

“See? There it is, man!” he smiled. “I knew you had one!”

“What?” you chuckled, confused.

“I knew you could smile” he laughed and you felt your cheeks burning a little. “Hey, I know where we can go” he said, taking a left turn on the next exit.

It was about ten more minutes until you arrived at your final destination. Argyle pulled over into the parking lot of what looked like a junkyard.

“Uh… did you bring me here to kill me?” you asked as he turned off his van and walked outside.

“What? No, dude” he laughed, walking over to your side and you saw he had two golf clubs in his hand. “This is the coolest place in all of Lenora Hills” he said as he helped you out of the car and then he grabbed a bin full of golf balls. “This is mostly where I hang out with your brother” he explained.

“When you’re getting high?” you chuckled.

“Guilty” he said, walking you over to the edge of the junkyard. “Look, dude, I don't know what happened to you in that bathroom, and you don’t have to tell me, but…” he said before placing one of the golf balls on the floor and he gripped the club between his hands before swinging the ball. “This might help” he said before you heard a loud crash of a window of an old car. “Give it a try, Buttercup!”

“Buttercup?” you asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah, Jonathan says those are like your favorite things” he told you. “He says you put them in like everything you bake. Not that I would know since I’ve never had the pleasure of trying one of said desserts that your brothers and your sister always say are too good for this Earth” he told you.

“Buttercup is not a dessert” you said, confused.

“Yes, it is!” he argued.

“No, it’s a flower” you laughed.

“No, dude, I mean those chocolate buttercups” he said, mimicking it with his hands.

“Are you talking about Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, man! That’s what I said!” he said excitedly. “They even made a song about it!”

“No, they didn’t” you laughed.

“Yes, I will play it for you. I have the cassette in my car!” he insisted.

“Well, um… don’t take it personally, I haven’t baked anything since we moved” you said, quietly as you placed your golf ball on the floor and took a swing, hitting an old car’s window. “Oh” you said, surprised. “That actually felt oddly satisfying” you admitted, smiling at Argyle.

“See? You’re a natural, Buttercup!” he said, feeling his heart flutter a little whenever you smiled.

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You were laughing probably more than you had ever laughed in your life as Argyle dramatically sang with you in his car as he drove to your next destination. You couldn’t help but join him as his backup singer, happily singing at the top of your lungs. There really was something contagious about him that just made you as happy as he always was.

Why do you build me up (Build me up) Buttercup, baby Just to let me down? (Let me down) And mess me around

And then, worst of all (Worst of all) You never call, baby When you say you will (Say you will) But I love you still

“How do you even know this song?” you asked, between laughs. This wasn’t like the kind of music he heard at all.

“My mom always sings it” he smiled.

“Really?” you asked, curiously and he nodded. “My mom sings it a lot too!” you said, happily.

I need you (I need you) More than anyone, darling You know that I have from the start So build me up (Build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart

“Do you want my pickles?” you asked, opening your burger and offering the two small pickles inside to him.

“You don’t like pickles?” he asked with his mouth already half-full of his burger and frowning his eyebrows at you. When you shook your head no, he gladly took the pickles himself and ate them. “Damn, Byers, you and your family are really picky eaters” he laughed as you grabbed a bite of your burger. “You don’t like pickles, you don’t like pineapple on your pizza-”

“Nobody but you like pineapple on your pizza, Argyle” you laughed a little.

“That’s not true, man!” he laughed. “Have you even tried it?”

“Well… no” you admitted, looking down.

“Then you gotta try before you deny, Buttercup” he told you.

The two of you were now sitting on some picnic tables on a hill where you could see all of Lenora Hills. After smashing many cars with golf balls, Argyle took you to a drive-in bought burgers for the two of you, and now, here you were.

“Alright” you smiled. “I’ll try it” you told him, making his smile get even bigger, which you didn’t think was possible.

“Really?” he asked excitedly and you nodded.

“Yeah” you said, shyly.

“Cool” he said, going back to his burger. The two of you were silent for a couple of minutes until Argyle spoke again. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

You looked up at him and finished your drink before setting it down. “Sure” you nodded.

“You don’t have to answer if like… you don’t want to” he said, clearing his throat and avoiding looking at you. “Um” he started. You had never seen him somewhat… nervous? “W-why didn’t you want me to get Jonathan when you bumped into me?” You froze a little bit. You knew it was going to be something about today but not that specific question. “I just um- I know you two are very close and you help him a lot when he freaks out which is constantly now that he’s away from his girlfriend and-”

“That’s kind of… why” you interrupted him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, frowning his eyebrows, confused and you took a deep breath. You thought maybe it was time to confide in someone other than Steve who was miles away from you. And maybe Argyle would forget after today since he was high most of the time.

“Argyle… did Jonathan ever tell you why we moved here?” you asked, curiously. Maybe he even already knew.

“Well” he said after he swallowed another bite of his burger, nervously. “He just kept saying that some shit went down” he explained. “I didn’t really want to pry or anything” he admitted and you smiled a little. “Did… did something bad happen?” he closed his mouth before he could finish, adding the words ‘to you?’ After what he saw this morning he didn’t want to think of anything that might hurt you or your family who had kind of become a family to him as well.

“Um… yeah, kinda” you sighed. “I m-mean, yes” you said.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t-”

“No, it’s okay” you assured him. “It’s just… a little hard to explain” you said with a small smile.

You then started telling him the main events that happened. Will going missing, Eleven losing her father, your mom losing Bob, and then Hopper, basically what happened without the whole Upside Down thing. You didn’t really want to spook him or make him think that you were crazy. So you explained as best as you could just… leaving some details out.

“Whoa” he said when you were done. “That’s… that’s a lot of shit that happened, man” he told you.

“I know” you said, quietly.

“But” he added. “What happened to you?” he asked directly.

He could tell you were leaving some things out. And he could tell that a lot of them involved you and what happened in that bathroom. People may not give him enough credit, but he paid attention. When he cared, he did. And he had paid attention to you in the last four months. He noticed how jumpy you would get with loud noises. He noticed how you would also instantly grab Will and Jane whenever you thought they were in danger, which may happen a lot when he was driving. He noticed you dressed in too many layers for California. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes. And he noticed that you never smiled.

“Um” you said, looking down. “N-nothing-”

“Byers” he said in a serious tone and you instantly looked back at him. You had never seen Argyle be serious about something. “Look, I don’t know the whole thing of what happened back where you lived” he started. “But I have never seen someone as scared as you were this morning” he told you. You sighed deeply and looked away.

“There was… a guy” you started. “His name is- was” you corrected yourself. “His name was Billy” you continued. “He died” you told him.

“Was he… a friend of yours or-”

“No” you quickly replied. “He was a horrible person” you explained. “He tried to hurt one of Will’s friends and he was mean to his sister and he-” you said, getting uneasy.

“Did he… hurt you?” Argyle asked, feeling something he rarely felt. The thought of someone hurting you made his entire body shake in anger.

“Well… um, k-kind of” you admitted. “I mean, he tried to uh-” you said, looking away. Argyle noticed the change in your behavior and regretted making you upset. “Look, it doesn’t matter anymore” you chuckled sadly as a few tears escaped your eyes and you quickly wiped them away. “I mean, he’s dead now and n-nothing really happened so…”

“Does your brother know about him?” he asked, knowing the answer already but you still shook your head no. “Why not?”

“I don’t know” you admitted. “It was just… a lot of things you know? And Jonathan has always been the big brother that protects me and Will from everything and then he blamed himself when Will went missing and he’s always trying to keep it together for us and I just… I didn't want to burden him with another thing on top of everything he has going on” you explained. “I can handle this, I mean… it’s nothing-” you insisted.

“Dude, what happened today wasn’t nothing” he tried to argue with you.

“Yes it is, it happens all the time” you blurted out without thinking. When you looked at Argyle, he had his jaw dropped, shocked.

“It happens all the time?”

“N-no, I didn’t mean-”

“What happened to you today happens all the time?”

“No, not all the time” you insisted. “I just… sometimes have nightmares about Billy and I sometimes… feel like he’s still here” you admitted, looking down.

“Dude! That’s is a lot of shit that you’re dealing with, man” he told you.

“I’m sorry” you muttered.

“What? Why are you sorry?”

“Well, I didn’t mean to pour it all on you, I just-”

“No, Byers” he said, moving closer to you. “That’s not what I meant!” he insisted. “I mean that you can’t just bottle all that shit to yourself” he said in a softer tone and you looked back at him. “Look, if you don’t want to talk to your brothers, I get it but… y-you can talk to me” he offered. “I know I just goof around like 90% of the time, but… if you need I can listen” he said, making your heart flutter. “We can do this whenever you need to, and if you don’t want to, I promise I won’t tell Jonathan” he assured you.

“Y-you’d do that for me?” you asked, with your voice breaking a little and another tear falling down your cheek, which he quickly wiped away.

“Of course, Buttercup” he smiled sweetly at you. And that’s when you knew what this was. You were falling for Argyle.

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“That sounds like a date!”

“Shut up, Steve! It wasn’t a date!” you argued as you moved around the kitchen with the phone on your shoulder.

“Yes, it was!” you heard Eddie’s voice in the back.

“Shut up, Eddie! Harrington, control your boyfriend!” you complained as you kept baking around the kitchen.

“Look, love, it just sounds like it was. I mean, he bailed class for you, he took you to his like secret place where he only hangs out with Jonathan” he kept listing. “He then took you out to eat, and, most importantly, he got you to open up about Billy!”

“That doesn’t mean it was a date!” you argued. “... does it?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?” you asked frustrated, mixing the batter.

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m… baking” you said, suddenly stopping. “Fuck! I’m falling for Argyle!”

“Hey! You just sound like me when I realized I was falling for Eddie!” Steve said, excitedly.

“What?” you heard in the background.

“Nothing, love” Steve told his boyfriend.

“Hello! Can we get back to my problem?! I can’t fall for Jonathan’s friend!”

“Why not? He sounds nice” Steve said.

“He sounds awesome! I can’t wait to meet him and get high with him!” you heard Eddie’s voice.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I even bother calling you” you grunted frustratedly.

“Stop beating yourself up over this! This is a good thing. You are not keeping stuff in and he offered to help. I mean, you didn’t want to tell your brothers or your mom, so you found someone else, which is a good thing!”

“Maybe you’re right” you sighed.

“Of course I’m right” he laughed. “I’m always right!”

“Don’t push it, Harrington” you laughed too. “But… thanks, Stevie” you smiled.

“You’re welcome, Byers. You know you can call me anytime. Also, you better bake something for us when you come to Hawkins” he complained.

“I promise!” you told him when you heard a car pull on the driveway. “Look, I gotta go, but say hello to everyone for me okay?”

“Okay, take care, Byers!”

“We love you!” you heard Eddie’s voice.

“I love you guys too” you said, before hanging up. You untangled yourself from the phone’s cord in the kitchen and you heard your brothers and El walking in, seeing you with batter and flour all over your face.

“Hey!” El said, running over to the kitchen.

“Hi, guys” you smiled.

“Are you… baking?” Will asked, excitedly.

“Um… yes” you said, going back to your batter. “Why?”

“No reason, it’s just… been long since you’ve baked” he pointed out.

“What are you making?” Eleven asked, smiling.

“Cupcakes” you told them. “I’m making everyone their favorite flavor” you said, happily.

“Really?” Jonathan asked, walking closer to you. “What’s the occasion?”

“No reason” you shrugged. “Just felt like it” you smiled.

“Cool” Jonathan smiled back.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Hey, Argyle!” you called out before he could walk to class after your brother.

“‘Sup Buttercup?” he smiled walking towards you. “You okay? You were silent the ride here” he said.

“Yeah, I um- I feel a lot better, actually” you smiled shyly.

“I’m glad. Also the color yellow suits you” he said, pointing at your sweater, making your cheeks burn a little.

“Thanks” you told him. “F-for everything, I mean. I uh- I wanted to uh- give you something” you said, grabbing a small container from your bag. “Here” you said, opening it and revealing a cupcake with a small weed of fondant on top. “I baked you a chocolate cupcake-” you stuttered nervously. “Um, it has a peanut butter cup crust on the bottom that I also made myself” you chuckled. “A-and, it has another one in the middle and the frosting is cream cheese, which I know sounds kind of weird but since you like salty and sweet together I thought-”

“Dude” Argyle chuckled, stopping your rambling. “Y-you baked this for me?”

“Yeah” you smiled brightly at him. Argyle had to admit this was his favorite smile on you. “I just wanted to thank you for yesterday and to let you know that I had a really good time” you told him.

“Yeah?” he smiled.

“Yes, really” you nodded.

“I had a really good time too” he told you. “Maybe… we can… do it a gain sometime” he asked, a little nervous and you could swear you could see his cheeks blushing a little.

“R-really?” you smiled even brighter and he nodded. “I would love that!” you said, feeling your cheeks burning a little.

“You would?” he asked, excitedly.

“I really would” you said, stepping closer and kissing his cheek before you heard the bell ringing. “I have to go to class” you said, handing him the cupcake. “I hope you like it” you smiled.

“I’m sure I’ll love it, Buttercup” he smiled before you two went your separate ways.

“So… my sister baked you a cupcake” Jonathan pointed out when Argyle sat down next to him.

“Uh, yeah dude” he said, feeling a little nervous. “I mean, she did one for everyone, right? Will was saying that-”

“Dude, it’s fine” Jonathan assured him. “I don’t know what you two talked about yesterday, but… after that, I kind of see her going back to her old self so… thanks” he smiled.

“No problem, Byers” he smiled back.

The End

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Song: Build Me Up, Buttercup - The Foundations

A/N: ahhh xD I hope you guys liked it! tbh I’m not sure if I whould write a part two where they go on a date xD so let me know what you think!​

[christinesficrecs]

Hey, short fic anon here (don't know if you remember me, it's been a while XD), I'm back to ask you for recs XD

No problem if you don't have time, but I've been looking for sterek fics up to 10k or even up to 15k lately, and your recs have always been great in the past

So if there's any you've read lately that you feel like sharing, I'd appreciate that :)

It has been awhile!! These are all around 10K. This one is a bit longer (16K) but lots of fun! Hopefully you find something you love!!

Laying Groundwork by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 10.9K | Explicit

His expression isn’t much to go by but the entire club's howling gets louder at his appearance and Stiles literally pops a boner watching the guy’s big hands wrestle with the microphone stand.

Or the one where Scott and Stiles go clubbing and there's this broody Bouncer out to get Stiles-

Or get into his pants. Thank God it's the latter.

When the Bough Breaks by The Feels Whale (miscellea) | 12K

Look, Stiles knows he’s not really part of the pack, but really? He wishes the others aside from Scott and Allison would stay a little more up to date on what’s going on his life beyond how it affects them.

Festival of Red by hoars | 11.5K | Explicit

“See? I need my daisy crown or I won’t get Chased.” Stiles frowned. “And then I’ll have to do it again next year. I really don’t want to do it twice.”The good and the bad of getting Caught this year included not having to do it again and the bad was he’d have a werewolf mate for the rest of his life. Stiles is seventeen. He has a lot of life to live.

Unless his wolfy mate has no sense of humor or a temper. Those with no sense of humor and tempers tended to hate Stiles the most and wouldn’t that suck? Being tied to someone for the rest of his life who hates him. That actually sounds like his type of luck.“You’ll be fine.” Allison beams because she’s a sweet person and can obviously read Stiles like a picture book aimed at toddlers.

An Alpha's Mark by Piscaria | 12.2K | Explicit

Stiles never thought he'd get a tattoo -- then he found out human pack members could grow stronger by taking an Alpha's Mark.

Intro To Art For NonMajors by otatop | 13.4K

Derek has one more class to pass before he can finish his degree but he can't bring himself to give a shit about art. He can, however, give a shit about his professor.

if you're not here to turn the lights off (i can't sleep) by lutes_and_dandelions | 7.2K | Explicit

“Honey! I’m home!” Stiles shouted into the empty apartment as he moved quickly through to the kitchen, dumping his backpack onto bench before crossing to the fridge and crossing off another day on the calendar. A month and a half. That was how long was left until Derek came home, until he was safe. Everyday felt like a lifetime to Stiles.

Deputy Derek Hale, Alpha by eldee | 12.6K | Explicit

Deputy Derek Hale has recently become an alpha, and that changes things for him. Now that he's back after a leave of absence, he's hoping to get what he and Stiles had almost-started back on track. The thing is, it seems Stiles is going through some changes of his own and Derek's not sure how he fits.

Hale Construction by Mynuet | 8.3K

Derek gets a business and a home. Stiles gets his own Batman. The sheriff gets hash browns. The Stilinski household is expanded without anyone quite talking about it.

Inevitability (About Damn Time) by accordingtomel | 9.7K | Explicit

“So?” Scott says.

“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”

The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh. As if this is somehow hilarious to him. Worst best friend ever. “No, I didn’t.”

“This is not funny, Scott.”

“Yeah, it actually kind of is, though.”

Sharing Food by aussiebee | 9.5K | Explicit

Derek is pretty much absorbed into the Stilinski family, one meal at a time.

Wake Up Call by SylvieW | 10K | Mature

Derek has nightmares and now that Laura is gone there's no one to wake him up and comfort him.

Safe at Anchor by Jerakeen | 11.3K

All hail Stiles, the Fixer of Wolves.

Derelictions of Duty by Regann | 10.8K

No one wants to be the bearer of bad news to someone as nice as Sheriff Stilinski -- especially when he's your boss. That's why none of his employees want to be the first one to tell him about the scandalous goings-on between his only son and the former murder suspect Derek Hale. For all of their sakes, hopefully the Sheriff will find out all on his own...

(Or, 5 times a Beacon County Sheriff's Office employee witnesses the unique relationship between Stiles and Derek but neglects to tell the Sheriff and 1 time he witnesses it for himself.)

Known. by yodasyoyo | 10.7K

The one where they have to pretend to be soulmates for reasons. It all works out in the end, I promise.

The Bargain by dr_girlfriend | 9.7K

Time drags on, and it becomes apparent that this is not a part of the tradition. The wolves start to shift on their feet and murmur, but no one attempts to speak to Stiles. He stands, feeling the back of his neck growing red from the sun and his face growing red from embarrassment.

What will happen if Derek Hale cannot be coerced to the altar? Will the bargain be revoked?

The Adventures of Ranger Rookie and Deputy Dork by shipNslash | 12.3K

When the Sheriff tells Stiles that he's getting a partner, he's not exactly thrilled. How is he supposed to keep his magic a secret with some rookie stuck in his cruiser all day?

When Derek's mother decides to move the pack back to Beacon Hills, he looks forward to joining the local police force. Less so to hiding his werewolf-iness from some poor, unsuspecting partner.

Derek is assigned to be Stiles' new partner at the Sheriff's Department. One is a mage and the other is a werewolf. Neither knows what the other can do. What could possibly go wrong?

It's Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles | 11K

“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.“We should?”“Yeah!”

“But… Do you even care about photography?”

“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”

Chocolate & Pomegranates by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 9.6K

Derek has been an Omega for what feels like centuries. He is constantly hounded by Alphas and Betas who can't control their hormones. He's thankful for Laura defending his honor, but there is one person he's always dreamed of giving himself to.

Too bad Derek is certain Stiles doesn't know he exists.

Rumour Has It by WhoNatural | 12.9K

Now rumour has it she ain't got your love anymore.

You've Got Something I Need by paradis | 11.4K | Explicit

There is a moment, right when they meet, that Stiles thinks, I could really fall in love with this man.

And he doesn’t even try to fight it.

never assume the obvious is true by evanesdust | 8.4K | Explicit

as·sume /əˈso͞om/ verb suppose to be the case, without proof.

Derek makes assumptions. Unfortunately, he is wrong.

There are more under 10K fics here.

[littlefreya]

Good morning sweets!

How about a lil boost of serotonin if you're up for it? XD

What would a perfect day with Daddy Walker sound like to you? :3

Aww baby, it’s been a busy day and it’s the afternoon by now 😪... but we could all use a serotonin boost anytime.

Summary: A perfect day in rural Italy with the most dangerous CIA agent on earth.

Pairing: Soft!August Walker x Female Reader (No ethnicity or body type description)

Words: 1k

Warning: 18+, smut to heavy fluff. Mentions of oral sex performed on a woman, male masturbation, and bodily fluids. 

A/N: I’ve never been to Italy, but these photos of Henry in Italy make a girl could dream so I tried to be subtle about the descriptions of the village. Tried to keep this short but then I just kept going without even know where I was heading. No beta, I’ll die on my mistake like August Walker falling off a cliff with a hook splitting his head.

Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

Perfect Day

A brass coloured kiss warms your cheeks through the waving drapes of his window, gently it draws you out from slumber into a reality that might as well be delirium.

Your man, your August, is the bed you lay upon; his fury pecs - your pillow, his vast mountain-arms - the blanket which keeps you protected. Dragging your lids open, you look around, and with a vision still blurry, manage to detect the empty bottle of wine, the many books scattered on the floor and the fire that shyly burns at the mantle.

“Oh.” You hear his drowsy groan, and he shifts below you, arms squeezing you tight into his bare embrace. You hadn’t even realised you are naked before, and now there is pressure amidst your thighs and the stickiness of a dry cocktail made out of your union.

“Did we fall asleep here?...” he drawls, and by his thumb strings a line across your spine.

“It was a busy night,” you retort and lift your head to look into his eyes.

His lips crack into a slanted smirk, and then carefully, he flips you, hovering above you with his hand cradling your cheek. 

“I was too rough for you, angel. You are sore.”

There is remorse in his voice, a tenderness only shared with you. He never asks. He already knows and forever seeks to comfort. You peer deeply into his cosmic gaze, reading into the colourful nebulas and starry constellation written in his eyes before breaking into a smile yourself. 

“I am,” you nod with the scant space of motion he allows, “I like it when you hurt me. It reminds me that I’m yours.”

August’s eyes lit, and he takes your hand to his lips, kissing your fingers deeply before beginning to trail down each region of your naked form. He is all rough bristle, but his lips are soft as precious silks, showering you with love until he reaches the apex of your thighs and unfolds them to his curious tongue.

“Let me kiss it better.”

If by chance you’ve fallen into a dream world, if you died and this is heaven, you don’t ever wish to be reborn.

He feasts on you with the desperation of a vampire hungry for warm blood, and like a victim, in an erotic horror film, you sway and moan unwittingly, breaking as he pulls so many ecstasies from your body you lose control over the pacing of your heart. 

He finishes himself on his knees between your spread legs, his darkening eyes altering from your face to your battered flesh. With a guttural shout, he comes all over your slit, coating it with his creamy milk.

“Shower now? Or head to the village first?” He asks, still heaving from his climax.

“Town, I want to be filthy and covered by your essence.”

“Oh, my nasty angel,” he tuts playfully and then helps you up from the floor.

August’s Alpha Romeo Spider rips through the sunny countryside, speeding up as an act of pure machismo whenever another car passes by. Sated, you twirl a hand in the open air, indulging the breeze blowing onto your face and neck and the squeeze of his fingers around your thigh.

The village nearby is lively that time of day but not too packed. The locals seem to be in both awe and envy of how beautiful the two of you look together; August wears his white fedora and a matching loose shirt while you’re in a lithe floral dress he picked for you on the last visit you had in one of the main cities.

“I’ll get ingredients for dinner. You can wander, but don’t get too far,” he warns with a tone of care and pecks the back of your hand before heading toward the farmers market.

Following the cobblestone path, you descend down the alley, smiling at the residence and shopkeepers who wave their offerings and compliments your appearance. The air is fresh with spring and the different aromas of the region; traditional spices, rosemary and alpine oaks.

Relaxed, you pause and close your eyes, inhaling the false sense of freedom when a peal of yapping and whines stir your attention.

By the corner of the florist, you see them; an old man with a basket full of large pups.

“Aw!” Your entire body softens in an instance, engulfed by a tepid wave of ease. Immediately you stride closer and crouch to pet each one of the five.

“They’re so adorable,” you say to the man, who doesn’t understand a word but still smiles and speaks back in his native tongue.

“What you got there, princess?”

August appears behind you, with two paper-bags full of groceries and a bouquet of pink roses. He stares down at the pups, remaining stoic though you can tell by his glossy blues he is ensnared by the sight of softness as well.

You bite your lip, not saying a word, but August sighs. He already knows what you’re thinking.

“That’s a German Shepherd, sweetness, that’s going to be a big dog.”

“I love big dogs,” you shrug and pout, rolling your upper body as you sway from side to side with your wrist held in your palm. “It will protect me, like you do.”

August shakes his head and sighs again. He looks at the old man and in perfect Italian, asks for the price.

“Which one of them do you want?”

You crouch once again, looking at the lot. The pups all jump to reach you, staring back with their eyes swimming with hope, but out of all, the solely black one that mischievously chews on the edge of the basket is the one you can’t stop smiling at.

The creases in August cheeks deepen as you pick the puppy up and hug him tightly. 

Of course, his angel of light will always be drawn to darkness.

The sun rests upon the horizon as you head home. The breeze now warm and humid with the evening drawing near. You hold the puppy close to your bosom, letting him nibble your index finger while August peers at you from time to time.

“This thing better not pee on the bed,” he warns, though the corner of his lip threatens to give into a smile.

You scrunch your nose and then lean toward him, languidly kissing his stubbly cheek and then resting your head on his broad shoulder.

“I love you, August.”

August’s battle with his mouth immediately wanes. He never says the words back but wraps his arm around you and pulls you near.

You might have to live your life in constant threat of being found by Haunt, but as long as you live by August’s side, every day is the perfect day.

Disclaimer: I don’t own August Walker or Mission Impossible. 

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

[fatal-error-blog]

FATAL_ERROR COMIC AND CONTENT WILL RETURN JANUARY 2022!

TL;DR at the end~ Hey folks! I’m so sorry I’ve been absent from the blog and from the discord for such a long time. I mentioned that I was taking a break back in…oh geez, May? And that break has gone on for much longer than I expected XD Long story short, I am very okay! This has just been an exceptionally busy year, and I’ve had to rearrange my priorities a bit to navigate it all.

To be absolutely honest, I’ve just been burnt out. Not from just the comic, but from a lot of things outside the blog. And if you’ve ever been burnt out, then you know that it kinda doesn’t matter how passionate or excited you are to work on your projects - you just keep hitting a wall that doesn’t really let you progress. Unfortunately I hit that wall, haha. So I’ve been taking the time to recover from it. Legitimately, this blog post took several weeks longer than I wanted it to, just because I was trying to gather enough will to draw a cute little drawing to go along with it. Eventually I figured that it needed to go up without it.

It sucks to have to admit that I needed to step away from the comic, the blog, and the discord. It’s hard to admit to myself that I was having a hard time balancing everything and that despite being excited about where the comic was headed, I just physically and mentally had to take a break. It feels really bad to have a lot of fun ideas about what I want next for the story, for all the side comics and the graphic novel and just not be able to act on them because something within me is just tired and needs a minute before continuing. It sucks to disappoint everyone who’s come to love this story and is also just as excited to see what happens next.

I think deep down I’ve always been scared that I’d give up on the Fatal_Error comic, which is why I was hesitant to step away from it to take care of other things that had to be taken care of. But I think I know now that completing this story is so important to me that I could never give up on it. But I do know that I need to give myself time to get some other things in my life in order, so that I can get through the block and come back to the comic ready to keep moving forward. So I hope you’ll be patient with me and rejoin me when the comic starts back up in January 2022. I don’t want to bore ya’ll with details, but probably the biggest thing I’ve got going on outside of this blog is trying to advance my career. I work in game development (QA Tester, been that way for a few years) and I’m more than ready to move up in the development pipeline. So I’ve been dedicating a lot lot lot of my time trying to work on those skills and apply for jobs. It’s very time consuming, haha. And mentally taxing. So I’ve been using this time (and I’ll be using the rest of the year) to work on some indie projects, beef up my portfolio, and hopefully get hired for a better job than I have now. I can’t express how much that’s gonna relieve a lot of stress for me, and less stress = more energy to spend on the Fatal_Error comic.

I do still plan to stream working on these projects, it’s (probably) not gonna involve Fatal haha but there is a lot of art involved and me bumbling around trying to program which should be entertaining to some extent, so if that’s something you’re interested in I’ll mention whenever I’m planning on streaming and you’re more than welcome to pop in and see what all the fuss is about.

As for discord, I’m never really far ^_^ I keep discord open all the time, and even if I don’t post or do much in the discord, I’m always nearby to check in and available to talk if ya’ll need me. I’ll try to be more involved though <3

I think that’s the major stuff? I really am looking forward to hopping back into Fatal’s story once things calm down on my end. It’s been a really wonderful source of comfort and expression for me and I love where the story is going, and I love getting to share it with ya’ll. I’m sorry for making you all wait so long for what comes next, but as always, I sincerely hope that once we get there, it’ll be worth the wait. Thank you for your patience, your kindness, and your enthusiasm. I’ll be around (and catching up on the inbox, messages, etc haha), but in terms of the comic, I’ll see ya’ll in January 2022 <3

Stay determined! I know I will be ^_^ <3 Xedra

TL;DR:

Is the comic over?/Is the blog dead? Nope! Just on pause until January 2022. What about the volume 2 of the graphic novel? Also on pause! I’m hoping to open preorders in March/April 2022. Are you okay? Yup! Thank you for asking, and I’m sorry for making you worry. What are you going to be doing in the meantime? I’m going to be working on some game development projects. I’m working on applying for jobs and I need stuff for my portfolio, and I also want to make sure I have something to do after Fatal_Error is finished ^_^ Are you still gonna stream? Yup! It’ll probably be non-Fatal_Error stuff but you’re more than welcome to watch me work! I’ll make a post about it when I have the times and stuff sorted out. Are you gonna be back on discord? Slowly, but yup. I’ll kinda chill in the background if you need me. You gonna play Deltarune Chapter 2? HEcK YEAH MY DUDE

[teshadraws]

Realized I don’t think I ever showed some good pictures of the seeker book I made on here. I had it custom-made, but it’s only chapters 1-27. Now that we’re getting to 40, I probably should start looking into getting another made! XD

Just thought I’d share! I want people to know that this is a wonderful story!!!

The fact that you actually got a book of Seekers made is still just so cool to me. 😭 it looks great!!! Maybe I’ll have to do something similar when this beast is finally finished (one day, lol). 👀

[arcadejohn127-9]

ALSO- I have a request! Brothers (+royals if you want) reacting to an MC who is extremely affectionate once they like someones- gives hugs, praises often, gives gifts, does their best to help when they can- but if any of this affection is returned they cry. Hard. Because they're emotionally constipated and any affection or love they receive overwhelms them- this also embarrasses them extremely-

Damn.... didn't think I'd feel called out by a prompt request XD it seems my time has come!

I'm guessing royals are Diavolo and barbatos so I added them but if you ever request again and someone you wanted wasn't here, feel free to comment and I'll make sure to add them

Brothers + Diavolo & barbatos with an overly affection MC with issues

Lucifer:

He grew use to your affection ways

The words of praise when you notice he finished a work load

Or when you'd pat his head when he was tired

At first he wondered why you would handle or touch him likes he's a fragile doll but he grew to love how gentle you were

Subconsciously he'd lean his head down whenever he completed a task expecting a head pat

Even if you weren't there but if he's caught he'll just pretend he was tired

Lucifer wasn't always the most affectionate, especially as he rarely shows how much he genuinely loves the people around them

He decided to return the gesture, you recently got a high grade in a class you were struggling in

He patted your head, giving it a light ruffle

"You did good, you're improving alot - it's very promising."

Didn't expect you to start crying, aggressively shoving away your tears

"what's wrong? Did something-"

"I just- this is embarassing- you patted my head and people don't really do that for me and I just-"

"Ah, I see, then I shall do it more often."

"even in public?"

He was never a public man, wanting to get his softer side hidden in the protection of his soul and the walls surrounding his room

But here you were, crying because he simply caressed your cheek

He wants you to be happy and feel as loved as he does

So he'll happily push his walls down for you

"if it means this much to you, then yes but let's keep it appropriate."

Mammon:

"How's my handsome super model?! Did it go well? Aww you look tired, let's get you rested, okay?"

He's so in love

No one has ever made him feel this mooshy and love sick and he's ANCIENT

He's use to his brothers always insulting him - he likes a good tease and making a rude remark about each other but they tend to push it

They hit his Insecurities and think he can handle it because they're demons

But he wasn't always

Then you came along, giving him head pats and words of praise

Always standing up for him

He fell for you so quickly and so hard

He basically turns into a puppy when he's with you

When you left with Satan to get groceries he had to be forced to not go with you, waiting at the stairs for you to come back

As soon as Satan left with even your bags included, he came bolting for you

Leaping into your arms and squeezed you tight, insisting he didn't miss you but just got bored

The way he's nuzzling your cheek says otherwise

When you began crying he immediately panicked

"Did Satan do something to ya?! I swear I'll beat-"

"I'm just not use to others being as affectionate as I am back to me - it's okay."

"Huh?! Well I guess the greatest demon of all time has to be that person, that's me! Don't forget it, okay?! I'm going to smother you."

Mammon is already a touchy person but knows to be respectful, since that day his hands are always on you

Either holding your hand, touching your shoulder, petting your hair or just Hugging you

Levithan:

Levithan isn't one to give or receive when it comes to affection

He tends to get overwhelmed by just a head pat and gets embarassed if his fingers accidentally brush against yours

You're an overly affectionate person

He's a simple man who needs self worth

It's definitely a good duo

You've learned to be more vocal about your praises and affections, still testing the waters with physical touch

But from time to time he'll ask to get a head pat if he's really proud of himself

Has made you call him your little pog champ

"Levi are you- oh sorry you're streaming- I'll just leave these here."

He was confused until he saw the section dish filled with different snacks with a energy drink in the middle

He almost teared up

"No! Stay with me, they'll like you!"

In an act of no thoughts and boldness, he pulled you into his lap

You fell awkwardly and was half straddling half on his side

As soon as you got comfortable you hide your face In his neck forcing back tears

Not wanting to cry on stream

"You're so sweet, levi, I'm sure your followers can agree."

He literally short circuited

Hiding his face in your shoulder as he got flustered

"You're sweeter than me, you're always being nice to me - I really lo- like you for that."

Anyone who watched that stream now ships you - the non believers didn't believe all the stories he told about you but now they had physical proof

That stream was re-upload so many times with comps filled with him gushing about you

Levithan is determined to make sure you never see them but it's too late and you cried with joy in your room

Next time you saw him you kissed his cheek and he immediately melted

Did kiss your cheek back though but did it so quick and harsh that you stumbled backwards

Satan:

Someone being gentle to him????

Someone who doesn't keep away from his because of his sin????

Who??? What??!!

You're the who! he was SHOCKED you were so happy to get close to him and just treat him so kindly

He made a theory on the Devildom detectives group that you're actually an angel but it backfired by demons just telling him he's got feelings for you

He does but he didn't expect to get called out on a whole forum

"You're really smart, thanks for always helping me with my studies - I've found It alot easier to study and remember all my notes now, you're a good teacher!"

He's so smitten with you

You could be saying the most disgusting or insulting thing and he'd still smile and nod

He needed help getting food for this secret but really not so secret pet cat and you gladly accepted to help him

When you two were just spending time together in his room and when suddenly picked up his cat

You didn't think too much of it but grinned when he booped the cats nose onto yours

"thank you for being so kind to me- it means alot."

the cat was like you; overly affectionate so it didn't surprise you when it started gently pawing at your face and giving you little kisses

"I feel embarrassed by admitting this so I'm letting Chaos show how I feel."

He avoided looking at you

It would be for the best as you started crying, taking the cat from his hold and kissing it's head repeatedly

"and that's how I feel about you trying to move through your discomfort and be open with me."

His cheeks are BURNING

Holds your hand throughout the rest of the hang out

Asmodeus:

You're being gentle and affection despite Everyone perceiving him as a sex hungry annoyance?

You're immediately his favourite - sorry Solomon

You always understood his protectiveness over his appearance

Fixing his hair and pushing back stands if you ever pet it

You didn't need to but you always told him you washed your hands before touching his face

You always did these simple things to make him feel at ease

But he loved your touch

No matter any comment he makes; he adores you and just being able to have these tender moments with you

He knew you were special to him when you walked in on him

Barely awake, hair messy, no makeup or moisturizer - he didn't look even the slightest bit appealing

And just smiled, looking at him no differently even when his voice came out tired and croaky

"You're really pretty even when you just wake up, it's so unfair - what's your secret?"

"because it's me, darling! I always look good~"

Internally, he was freaking out about how you liked him at what he deemed - his most unattractive state

So it only made sense he became more touchy and grew closer to you

"are you sure I look good in this? I know you're very up to date with fashion."

"You look stunning, I haven't seen a bad look on you yet, perhaps your charm is just as high as mine."

He was holding your hips, smiling as you both looked in the mirror

He wrapped his arms around you, leaning on your shoulder

"I think you look good all the time, you're just amazing like that."

You tried to hide your tears but he could see them, immediately asking you what's wrong

"Nothing- I just- that means alot coming from you and you're always being so affection towards me....its really nice."

He just hugs you tighter, smiling

"I just treat you how you treat me, you're a real angel."

Beezlebub:

This guy is worried about so many things

He's scared of hurting you

He's worried if he gets carried away with touching you he'll make you uncomfortable and his gluttony will act up; wanting more of your tender touch until he feels full

The last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable or you feel forced to be affectionate to him because he could throw a fit

He's always ashamed of his hunger tantrums

But when he does do affection it's either carrying you or holding your hand

But was so happy whenever you cuddled hi against him or when you gave him praise

He could spend the whole day with you running your fingers through his hair, telling him he's a good demon and that he means something to you

"Can you finish this for me? I'm not feeling that hungry right now."

You offered your bowl to Beel, he happily took it

As you two spent time with each other he noticed you eyeing some of the more sweeter things set out on the table

He gently pushed it towards you

"Eat if you want it, I'll share."

You waved your hand, not wanting to take food from him

"I'm just snack-ish, I can't eat a meal right now."

You knew how hungry he could get and didn't want to leave him peckish

You knew that small feeling could easily turn into something bigger

But he just nudged it closer to you

"You eat what you want, I'll have what you don't finish."

You finally agreed, knowing he was insisting on you to eat with him

He patted your head, smiling as he watched you eat

"are you sure you won't still feel hungry?"

"you make me feel full, it soothes another type of hunger in me, it's nice."

He grabbed your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it, he couldn't stop smiling as you just looked at him in surprise

You finally grinned, tearing up and shook your head, you leaned against him and continued eating

Gripping his hand tighter as you pushed back your tears

Belphegor:

He was spoilt

Beel was always looking after him, helping him get ready for school and drying his hair, carrying him around when he was too tired to walk

And you were only fueling his spoilt nature

You always showered him in affection

Petting his hair whilst he laid his head on your lap, combed his tail, told him he looked cute

"My precious little belphie, are you feeling okay? I noticed you were struggling to sleep today at lunch."

Whilst he believed he looked intimidating with his heavy bags and sleepy grin

You found him adorable, treating him like a sweet innocent boy on those special nights of just you two cuddling

It's been a long time since he's felt innocent

You were always checking in on him

Making him feel special and cared for

He was a soft mess in your hands

"Hold me more, your hands feel so nice~"

He placed his hands on yours, making you gently squish his cheeks

"Don't you wanna cuddle?"

He raised a brow, a smug smile growing on his face

"it seems you want to."

"we don't have to-"

"If you wanna be held just ask, I'm more than happy to hold you."

He wrapped his arms around you, shifting his position and buried his face into your chest, humming as your hands ran through his hair

He gave you a small squeeze

"It feels good to be the one hugging you, you're always so comfy~"

He began murmuring how much he loves this time with you, drifting to sleep as he praised you, letting himself mindlessly go on about how wonderful and sweet you are until he started to snore

You let your tears fall

Holding him closer as you softly thanked him for his words

He just hugged you tighter in his sleep, his smile growing

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Diavolo:

This man is TOUCH STARVED

the fact you're unafraid to be with him and around him is already amazing but you freely hold his hand and pat his head

He thinks he's knocked his head and been taken to the celestial realm

People are intimidated by his title as prince and having you so care free in his company is new for him

So of course he enjoys how affectionate you are!

He embraces all your touches and praise!

He's even had you sitting on his lap during meetings, letting you hug him after a tiring day of studying

"You did great today, I really felt your passion for this new project, I think the students will really enjoy it!"

He gets so happy everytime you even look his way

Your smile alone fuels him for the whole day

"Meet me in the castle today, there's something I need you to do for me."

You agreed, not thinking much of it; most likely a new update on the school fair

What you didn't expect was to be greeted by shopping bags and gift boxes and even a human sized teddy bear with demon horns, you tried to ignore them as Diavolo came jogging down the steps

"What did you need me for?"

"I want you to see what you like, I bought as much as I could before Barbatos stopped me, I hope they're up to your liking."

You were speechless

You felt as if you touched the gifts you wouldn't be able to hold back; you were excited to see what he got but you didn't want to seem too excited

"Please, go ahead - it's all yours unless something is not up to your liking."

You finally went through the shopping bags; there was clothes, products, jewelry, shoes and all other sorts of items

You hugged the giant close to your chest, choking back on your tears

"thank you-"

"No need to thank me, you're always so kind to me I just wanted to return the favour."

Barbatos:

You were a like a breath of fresh air, someone he could just go to

He can unwind and be rewarded for his efforts and others normally don't notice

Whilst his lord was always praising him, it felt different with you

It felt so joyful

You would brush through his hair, always thank him even if he's just doing his job and always seem to be in awe at what he does

He'll never forget the gloves you gave him, sleek and a perfect fit with a cursive 'B' stitched to the edge - they were enchanted to warm up whenever he got cold

"Wow! You prepared all this?! That must of taken you ages! You're really amazing, Barb."

"I'm simply doing my job but your praise makes it all worth it."

Often invites you to the castle for tea

He'll make any excuse to have you come see him; the prince wants to talk, he wants a hand with a recipe, he needs an outsider's opinion on something

Whatever he can come up with; he will use it

You might as well just stay in one of the guest bedrooms because you're always coming to the castle

Speaking of excuses; today Barbatos decided to thank your lovely behaviour

Convincing you to come to the castle and meet him in the dining hall

"I saw you eyeing some recipes whilst helping me in the kitchen so, I made you them AND wrote down how I did it exactly so you can make them any time you like."

"I- you didn't have to do that! Thank you for this, they look delicious."

"I always wanted to give you this."

You couldn't even ask what it was

He already held it up for you to see

It was a box of gloves with your the first letter of your name stitched onto the edge

They were heat up gloves!

"I thought you'd appreciate your own as they'll always be handy but the gesture of matching with someone you're close to is very appealing."

He helped you put the gloves on, pinching the tip of your fingers to make sure they fitted properly

He held your hand, admiring how it looked in his

You couldn't stop a few tears forming, smiling

You felt abit silly crying over heat up gloves but you couldn't help it

"I want to match with you more often, perhaps one day it'll end up being a ring."