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ORNAMENT ODYSSEY

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Pairing: Santa!Jongho x fem reader

Word count: 10,300

Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! This was supposed to be ready yesterday but I got stuck. If anything seems rushed, I’m sorry. I wanted to get this up by Christmas. Anyway this idea came to me in late November. Very last minute haha. Reader finds a strange ornament and after accidentally breaking it, she’s transported to the North Pole where she meets Jongho who doesn’t look anything like the Santa Claus she was told about as a child 👀

A consistent gust of warm air hit your frozen fingers as you tapped them rhythmically against the steering wheel to a Christmas song playing on the radio, your mood had brightened significantly due to your job giving you a full week off for the holidays. You'd just finished your last day of work before the break began and you couldn't wait to get home to take full advantage of your free time. There was so much you could do: catch up on the shows you'd postponed starting, do some last-minute Christmas shopping, bake some delicious holiday treats, or reconnect with your inner child and do some fun festive crafts. There was always the option to do absolutely nothing too.

Your fingers extended, pleased to feel that they'd warmed up under the steady gust of heat from the vents in your vehicle, a small sigh of relief expelling from your lips.

The commute home was an enjoyable one, your tires coming to a slow rolling stop in the driveway, the engine dying out when you pulled the key from the ignition. Shouldering your bag, you stepped out of the car and walked to the mailbox, pulling open the small door to find a newspaper, junk mail, and a Christmas card from a relative. Collecting the items inside, you tucked them under your arm and started towards your house, slowing to a stop when an object on the ground caught your eye, something you didn't notice before you left for work in a rush that morning. You stepped closer to find an ornament at the edge of your yard amidst the blades of dried grass.

"Hm." You hummed, reaching down to pluck the glass sphere from the ground to examine it. Inside was a crystal snowflake that almost seemed to hover in the hollow space inside the little globe. It was mesmerizing and captured your attention for a few seconds as you tried to figure out what sort of string could've been used to create such an illusion. A sudden gust of wintry air passed, breaking your trance and making you wince. Your eyes briefly swept the area, trying to figure out who could've dropped such a stunning holiday ornament and where it came from. For all you knew, it could've fallen out of a passing car or out of a bag someone was carrying down the street, though it's a miracle it didn't break during its drop... wherever it came from.

Clutching the ornament in your free hand, you started towards the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside, shivering from the chilly outdoor air, the heat inside welcoming you like a cozy blanket.

You dropped your mail onto the coffee table along with the peculiar ornament and went to your room to hang up your bag and change into some looser, more comfortable clothes. Your feet, now donning a pair of cozy boots to wear around the house, shuffled back into the living room where you picked up the glass orb containing the crystal snowflake. You'd never seen anything like it before and felt bad for whoever had lost it. Chances of finding that person were slim, as many people drove through your town and tracking down the owner would be almost impossible. Besides, it was just an ornament.

Scanning your fully decorated Christmas tree, you searched for a place to hang the new addition, finding a bare spot near the top part of the artificial evergreen. A tiny grunt left your lips as your arm stretched towards the peak, gently sliding the ornament over a branch, stepping back to admire it.

Just as you went to sit down and begin your well-deserved holiday break, the ornament, having not been hung properly, dropped from the branch, tumbling from limb to limb down the extent of your tree before shattering on the floor, sending broken glass scattering along the hardwood.

Before you could bend down to start cleaning up the mess, the shards and fragments materialized into shimmer that started to slowly swirl around the floor.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no." You panicked, stumbling back as a gaping hole started opening up in your living room where the ornament had shattered, a raging swirl of white and icy blue sank into the floor and created a tunnel going far beyond your comprehension.

How was this happening?

You tried scrambling away, but a gust of wind started pulling you towards the pit. The speed at which the portal opened was too fast for your retreating movements and a scream ripped from your throat when you fell down into the floor, practically being sucked in.

A blur of blue and white moved past your line of vision, making your head throb. It was too much for you; the sensation of plummeting paired with your panic and the disorienting colors was so overwhelming that you began feeling faint. Your throat burned from the abrasive scream that came out and your chest ached from how violently your heart rammed against it. A feeling of lethargy hit you like a ton of bricks as you made your descent, your eyelids becoming heavy. You were about to pass out. The battle to keep your eyes open was lost in a single second, your body shutting down completely from shock.

You groaned softly as you slipped back into consciousness, the feeling of velvet under your fingers and an ache in your back that made you wince. Every limb felt like lead, weighing you down, your muscles riddled with weakness. As soon as your eyes cracked open, you were met with a flash of vibrant red underneath you, your head tilting down to find that you were laid across a couch—a red one.

What happened?

You blinked the spots out of your vision, catching sight of a pair of glossy black loafers attached to the legs of someone standing by the couch. Your eyes following up the body of whoever was watching you.

The man that stood before you was clad in a crisp red suit with a white dress shirt underneath. His black bangs were tousled lightly along his forehead, his soft chocolatey eyes gazing down at you, head tilted slightly.

"Well, hello." He greeted, his voice smooth like silk.

"Who are you?" You asked, sitting upright and rubbing your head.

"Jongho, but most know me as Santa."

You blinked incredulously, brows furrowed.

"I'm sorry? Santa?"

"Yep."

"But Santa is—"

"Fat? Old?" He finished for you.

You nodded, feeling a little sheepish.

He merely chuckled, not bothered by your assumption. "You don't think one Santa can take care of the whole world, do you?"

"That's... how the story goes."

Jongho chuckled heartily. "No. There's Santas all around." He gesticulated in the air.

"Where am I?"

"The North Pole, or at least my personal North Pole. There's multiple of those too."

You shook your head, letting out a huff of disbelief. "No. That's not possible."

"Why? Don't believe in Santa?"

"Not since I was a kid."

"Ah, so you're too old for those kinds of things, is that it, Y/n?"

Your brows furrowed. "How do you know my name?"

"Santa knows everyone's names." He responded simply.

"This can't be real. I've hit my head or something."

"I had you checked out. You have no signs of any head injuries."

"Then I'm dreaming."

"You're not dreaming. You landed here through a portal. How? Humans aren't supposed to have access to this realm."

A portal.

Your mind had finally cleared enough to recall the last thing that happened before you blacked out.

"An ornament."

Jongho's expression shifted into a more serious one, letting you know that what you said held significance. "What kind of ornament?"

"A glass one."

"With a crystal snowflake inside?" He added.

"Y-yes. How'd you know?"

Jongho sighed, moving over to his desk, pulling out a notebook, flipping through sheets of paper, his finger dragging down what you assumed was a list. He closed the notebook with a sharp snap and reached for a glossy green announcement microphone on his desk, pulling it over to speak into it.

"I need to see San and Wooyoung in my office."

You looked to Jongho for answers to unasked questions.

Moments later, the frosted glass door to the room opened up and two men donning green button down silk shirts and black pants stepped inside, each one with a noticeable set of pointed ears.

Elves?

The one with glossy black hair styled into a mullet turned to look at you, his eyes widening. The man beside him with shorter black hair leaned forward a bit to peer past his companion at you.

"Oh. Hello."

"San." Jongho spoke up, causing the second elf to stand upright.

"Yes?"

"I want you both to tell me what happened yesterday."

The duo shared a puzzled expression.

"Our job?" The one named San responded.

"You two went to scope out a neighborhood yesterday. What happened?"

They both stiffened at the tone in their boss' voice. They knew when he meant business.

"We went to count houses and figure out the best places for you to land on the big night." Wooyoung spoke up. "That's it."

"You dropped your ornament." Jongho stated.

San turned to Wooyoung with an expression of frustration, his brows creased so intensely that two lines became visible between his eyes.

"I told him we needed to go, but Wooyoung just had to do a few tricks."

"I didn't know it fell!" The other elf argued.

"Well, it did and look what happened." Jongho gestured to you.

All you could do was stare, shifting uncomfortably on the velvet couch after being the center of attention.

"She was found lying in the snow right inside the entry gates." Jongho explained further.

"I'm sorry." Wooyoung apologized. "I tried looking for it before we left, but I couldn't find it. It was too dark out."

"Yeah and I had to use mine to get us back home." San added, glaring at him.

A prolonged silence stretched out across the room before you broke it.

"You can get me back home though... right?" You looked back and forth between the three of them, your eyes landing on Jongho for a response.

San and Wooyoung's expressions said it all before Jongho even uttered a word. Getting you home wouldn't be an easy task.

"I'm sorry. Each elf gets one ornament to transport them back here after they're done scoping the neighborhood. There are no extras."

Your expression fell at Jongho's explanation.

"Surely there's another way. What if one of your elves loses one like last night?"

"That's why everyone goes in pairs, so there's a backup."

"And we have watches as a last resort!" San piped up, showing off the futuristic-looking tech strapped to his wrist. "We can call headquarters and have them bring us in."

"Couldn't you do that for me?" You turned to Jongho. "Y'know, get someone to open up the portal and get me back?"

"It doesn't work that way. If you want to return home, you'll have to wait until Christmas Eve. The portal can be opened when I make my rounds and I can take you back home then."

"But that's al most a week away!" You exclaimed.

Wooyoung opened his mouth to say something, earning a sharp warning glare from Jongho that caused him to stay silent. This went unnoticed by you.

"I know it's not ideal, but look on the bright side." Jongho stated. "You get to spend Christmas week at the North Pole. Not many people can say that."

Not ideal indeed, but he had a point. Of course you were bummed about the circumstances you found yourself in, but there wasn't anything that could be done. You were stuck there.

"Let me get your sleeping arrangements in order." Jongho reached for the green announcement mic again, speaking into it. "Yeosang, I need you in my office, please." He pulled away and turned to address you. "There's a cabin by the workshop that you can stay in for the week."

This was all so much to take in: Santa, elves, the North Pole, the fact that you were going to be stuck there. All you could manage was a nod in response. What else were you supposed to do? You didn't have a choice but to accept your circumstances.

The soft click of the door to the office announced the presence of who you assumed was Yeosang. He donned the same silk green shirt as San and Wooyoung and a set of pointed ears stuck out from his brown hair.

"You wanted to see me?" His voice was smooth and deeper than you would've assumed just based on his appearance.

"Could you take our special guest to the empty cabin next door?" Jongho gestured to you, Yeosang's eyes following.

"Oh." He blinked, visibly taken aback by the presence of a human at the North Pole. "Of course. Follow me."

You got to your feet and walked over, the fatigue in your limbs still present from losing consciousness earlier. You did your best to shake it off, quietly passing Jongho and the two elves whose eyes followed you all the way to the door.

A look of awe crossed your features as soon as you stepped outside the office, your hands coming to rest on the railing of the second floor overlooking the scene below. Before you was a vast workshop filled with stations and machines, the layered sounds of assembling floating in the air as hundreds of elves worked to create and wrap gifts.

"This... is real?" You breathed out in disbelief.

"It is." Yeosang confirmed. "Must be hard to wrap your head around since you're an adult."

You blinked a few times, even reached over to pinch your arm only to flinch when a sharp jolt of pain ran up it.

"It is, but it's also everything I dreamed about as a kid."

Yeosang smiled warmly, starting down the steps. "If you think that's cool, you should see the cabin you'll be staying in."

"Why'd you tell her you couldn't get her back home until Christmas Eve?" Wooyoung asked after you were escorted out of the room.

"If you say one word, you're in the stables for a week." Jongho pointed.

"Those hay bails are so uncomfortable though." The elf whined.

"I meant cleaning the stables, Wooyoung. Not sleeping in them."

"That's even worse!"

The snow crunching under yours and Yeosang's shoes was the only sound between the both of you as you stepped out of the noisy workshop and onto the wintry terrain. The little village that greeted you was like something right out of a Christmas movie and even more proof that what you were experiencing was very much real. Cabins and even small businesses lined the snow-covered street with lampposts covered in garland.

"What's your name?" He spoke up.

"Y/n."

"I'm Yeosang, Jongho's assistant of sorts."

"You don't build toys?" You asked jokingly in an attempt to ease some of the anxiousness you felt.

That earned a small chuckle from him. "No. I just make sure things are going smoothly in the workshop and help Jongho if he ever needs me."

"I honestly expected kids."

"Kids?" Yeosang chuckled melodically. "Kids can't do heavy lifting."

"Right." You huffed out a little laugh, realizing your perception of elves and the North Pole was extremely warped by films and stories.

"So how did you end up here? I'm assuming it had something to do with San and Wooyoung."

"Yeah." You sighed out. "I found one of their magic ornament things and put it on my tree, but it fell off and broke."

"Ah." He nodded knowingly. "Well, there isn't a better place you could've ended up. Jongho will make sure you're taken care of." He gave you a sincere smile, his gaze lifting. "Here we are."

Sitting before you was a cozy-looking cabin that was similar to the others in the area, a wreath with an empty wooden sign in the middle hung on the front door. As soon as you stepped foot on the stone landing, your name was etched into as if by magic.

The gasp that left you made Yeosang laugh softly. "Pretty cool, right?"

"Very cool." You murmured, your fingers tracing over the letters of your name carved seamlessly into the small sign.

"Well, take a look." Yeosang gestured.

You reached a tentative hand towards the doorknob and pushed it open.

Stepping into the cabin was like entering a warm blanket, a Christmassy one that smelled like peppermint. Every inch of the living area was covered in holiday decor, there was even a tree dotted with stunning ornaments, unfortunately none that could get you back home, you assumed. You turned to look at the elf standing in the front doorway, the wonder evident on your features.

"I'll let you get settled." He bid you farewell and stepped back outside, closing the door behind him.

The crackling of the fireplace filled the area as you moved down the hall to the bedroom, which was equally as covered in Christmas cheer, even the bed had a holiday theme with a fluffy red comforter and throw pillows to match. Taking slow steps towards the window, you gazed out at the fantasy-like village below, your attention drifting from the small businesses and cabins to the workshop that stood proudly at the end of the township. Your accommodation was located beside it and from your bedroom, you had a clear view of the round window on the second floor of the large shop—Jongho's office.

Knowing he had a view of your little cabin gave you a sense of security and you were certain he'd assigned it to you for a reason.

You stepped away from the window and decided to check out your room for the week, opening up the closet to find it filled with garments. Your fingers flicked through each one as you checked the tags, they were all your size. Even the three pairs of shoes lined along the floor of the closet were your size.

"Woah." You breathed out in awe.

The clothes inside varied in style, most of them being sweaters—cute ones too. Part of you expected overly festive holiday sweaters, but these were tasteful. You were even provided with a couple sets of red silk pajamas, one long sleeved with pants and the other short sleeved with shorts.

In the bathroom was a toothbrush, toothpaste, and all the amenities you might need. The cabin was fully-equipped, it seemed.

You left your temporary abode shortly after getting a look around and ventured out into the little village, figuring if you were going to be stuck there, you might as well look around and somewhat familiarize yourself with the place.

You'd thrown on a jacket provided in the closet of your cabin, relishing in the warmth it brought when you braved the elements. Snow had started to fall from the overcast sky above, the clouds sending down small flurries that fluttered down onto the white-blanketed ground.

The quaint elf village had everything: a cafe, a few clothing stores, and even a grocery store. There was much to check out and you weren't sure where to start.

After some contemplation, you decided to pop inside the cafe and see what kinds of goodies were sold at the North Pole. As soon as the door opened, you were greeted by a mixture of various aromas, all of which were pleasant to your olfactory sense: freshly-baked goods, sweets, and warm beverages.

An elf bustled about behind the counter, pausing long enough to ask, "Can I get something for you?"

"I'm just looking." As soon as the words left your mouth, she spun back around and proceeded with whatever task she was doing.

Two large wooden signs hung from the ceiling with a list of what was served there. The categories ranged from savory baked goods to sweets and warm drinks. Unfortunately, you still weren't feeling the best after your little blackout, so you weren't in the mood for anything, but you made a mental note to try it out before your stay came to an end.

You received a couple stares from the few elves sitting in the cafe, probably on break from the workshop, but you didn't pay any mind to it, knowing they more than likely weren't used to humans wandering around the North Pole. Still, you were grateful no one questioned it. Part of you felt bad for Wooyoung, not wanting to spread word of his blunder that caused you to end up there.

After browsing the cafe, you headed out and meandered down the street to peer at the windows displaying different merchandise. If not for the occasional elf passing by, you would've assumed this was a normal town based on its appearance. It had just about every shop your own town had, there was even a post office, most likely only for mail to Jongho since many kids often wrote letters to Santa.

Exploring the festive borough was almost therapeutic, wether that was the visuals of it or the atmosphere, you weren't sure, but once it started getting dark, you retired to your cabin.

You prepared to turn in for the night, donning the pajamas that suited you best at the moment, sliding under the sheets and snuggling into the mattress.

The bed was cozy and cloud-like, but you couldn't sleep. The thoughts in your mind spun around like a blizzard and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to settle in. Though you'd somewhat come to terms with your situation and accepted the fact that everything you thought was fiction was a reality, your body didn't seem to cooperate and you found yourself unable to relax in the unfamiliar environment.

Shuffling along the snow-covered streets of the North Pole village, you made your way into the massive workshop where hundreds of elves were hard at work. Tugging your jacket closer to your body, you made your way up the staircase to Jongho's office, knocking tentatively on the frosted glass door.

"Come in."

The door clicked softly when you opened it, stepping into the room you had woken up in earlier.

"Y/n." You didn't miss the way Jongho's face lit up a bit at your presence.

"Hey." You greeted.

"Can't sleep?"

You shook your head, moving over to sit on the velvet couch, watching Jongho scan a long list that spilled off the side of his desk and went across the floor.

"Sorry if I caught you at a bad time."

"No, no." He looked over at you with a gentle smile of reassurance, grabbing a small sticky tab to mark his place on the list. "I'm just checking it twice. Though I'll have to check it again the night before Christmas Eve. The list is always changing." He turned his chair towards you, giving you his full attention. "How did you like the cabin? Was it satisfactory?"

"It's more than satisfactory, but how'd you personalize it for me?" You asked.

Jongho chuckled softly. "It's magic. As soon as you step foot in the entryway, the house fills with what you need."

Your eyes widened a bit in awe, feeling something akin to childlike wonder spark in your chest. At first, you were in shock about everything, unable to process it all, but you were beginning to accept the reality. The fact that the stories you heard as a child were true would be jarring to just about anyone.

"You know what helps me when I can't sleep?" Jongho asked with a faint grin. "Hot cocoa."

A slightly amused smile tugged at the corner of your lips. That did sound nice and sometimes a warm beverage helped when insomnia was at its worst.

"Would you like to get some?" He offered.

"I'd love some."

Jongho offered you his hand and helped you off the couch, guiding you out of his office. It was after 1 AM, but the elves were working hard, doing preparations for the big night.

"Did you get a chance to check out the village?" Jongho asked while descending the stairs.

"A little bit. I stopped in the cafe."

"And what did you think?"

"It's more normal than I thought. As for the cafe, I didn't really have an appetite at the time, but everything looked really good. Is that where we're going for cocoa?"

"Nope." Jongho had an unreadable expression on his face, but it almost felt like smug excitement.

His eyes drifted over to the lines of workstations as you passed, craning his neck to briefly examine the handiwork of the elves tinkering away and assembling different things.

"Do you ever rest?" You asked out of curiosity.

He chuckled. "I do. My living quarters are over there," He gestured upstairs to a red door with a silver J on it, located just a short distance from his office. "but when Christmas is near, I often stay up into the night making sure everything is running smoothly."

You let out a low whistle, impressed by his commitment, though someone in a position like him had to be committed to what they did or else things would go awry.

"It makes so much sense that there's multiple Santa Clauses around the world. One guy doing the whole job seems impossible."

"It is. If I had to supervise everything and deliver presents to the entire world, I don't think I'd ever be able to rest." He sighed out, running a hand through his shiny black hair. "I don't know how the story ended up being told that way. One guy? Please." He scoffed.

You chuckled, following Jongho into a breakroom of sorts with tables and a wall of what looked to be coffee machines.

"Here's where the magic happens." He grinned, walking over to grab a couple clear glass mugs.

You observed him while he got to work, preparing two machines and sliding the mugs into place. A hissing sound rang out and the cocoa started pouring out into each cup, filling them both perfectly. Jongho took the drinks and relocated to a section of the counter where jars with various toppings were lined up. He scooped out some chocolate curls, putting a small spoonful into each mug, then reached into a nearby fridge to grab a can of whipped cream, spraying a layer over the top of the cocoa, and finally topped each one with more chocolate curls.

"Candy cane?" He offered, gesturing to a cluster in one of the jars.

"Yes please."

He took two and placed one into each mug, handing yours over. "Voila."

You smiled down at the drink as the warmth from it seeped into your palms.

"The extra chocolate curls make it better and I add extra scoops of cocoa." Jongho winked, the gesture making something stir within you. "Don't tell anyone working at the cafe, but I make the best hot chocolate around here."

The smile on your face grew and you brought the beverage up to your lips, taking a small sip of it. The sweet, warm liquid awakened your tastebuds and summoned a sensation you hadn't felt since you were a kid. You had plenty of hot chocolates in the past years but none of them were able to give you that feeling that Christmas brought on when you were a child.

Jongho's boba-like eyes stared at you expectantly, waiting to hear your opinion.

"The only word I can use to describe it is delightful."

"Delightful." He echoed with a proud smile. "I like that."

The both of you returned to his office, sitting on the couch together to enjoy your hot chocolate.

"Do you like the pajamas?" Jongho spoke up.

"Mhm. I like that I got two options. Very thoughtful."

"Good. I want everything to be perfect for you since you're stuck here for a week."

"I'm starting to think it won't be so bad." A soft smile settled onto your lips. "It still doesn't exactly feel real though—being here, I mean."

He nodded in silent understanding, though he was glad you were beginning to get comfortable at the North Pole, except for the fact that you couldn't sleep.

"I'm curious. You said the naughty and nice lists change, does that mean a child can be switched to another one at the last minute?"

"It does. That's why I check one last time a couple hours before takeoff. I want to make sure every nice child gets presents."

"You love what you do, don't you?"

Jongho's face lit up and he nodded. "Bringing joy to children is my whole life."

There was something about the way he spoke with such passion and conviction that let you know being a Santa was his purpose in life.

"By the way, I hope Wooyoung didn't get scolded too much for losing his ornament." You mentioned after a beat of silence.

Jongho found it sweet that you were concerned about someone you didn't even know. "Just a little scolding, that's all."

Comfortable chit chat was exchanged between you and the handsome Santa while you sipped on your hot chocolate, pleased to find that it was working to make you drowsy.

Once your mug was empty, Jongho escorted you back to your cabin, wishing you goodnight and a restful sleep.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to come ask."

The following day of your North Pole stay, you were inside your cozy Christmas cabin, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace when you heard a knock on the door. Jongho was the last person you expected to see, but there he stood, looking handsome as ever. He was in his usual red suit ensemble, but donned a matching puffer coat with white fur around the hood, which you thought was very fitting for him.

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"I wanted to take you somewhere."

"Take me somewhere? Aren't you busy?"

"Not at the moment, no. Yeosang is monitoring the workshop and he'll let me know if anything is wrong."

"Okay, well, let me get some shoes on and grab a jacket."

You settled on a pair of warm boots and shrugged on your coat, heading out the door with Jongho.

"So, do I get to know where it is you're taking me or is it a surprise?"

"What do you think?" He turned to you with a cheeky grin that said it all.

All you did was nod, holding back a little smile as you walked with him down the snow-covered streets.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"A little."

"Maybe we could swing by the cafe before heading to our destination."

"That'd be great."

The cafe smelled even more welcoming than the first time you stepped through its doors. The aroma of cinnamon, warm vanilla, and coffee wafted in the air and wrapped around you like a comforting hug.

"Anything you'd like to try?" Jongho asked.

"I don't know. It all looks so good." You murmured contemplatively, peering through the glass of the display case at the array of baked goods.

"I recommend this one." Jongho offered up an option, gesturing to his item of choice which was some sort of muffin. "I get it often."

"In that case, I think I'll try it."

He approached the counter and ordered two, handing over some money to the elf working there, the same one from the day before who was so busy. He said something to her, but you were immersed in reading the little signs displayed with the baked goods inside the glass case.

The muffin was warm in your palms, still holding heat from being in the oven. It made your mouth water. Jongho turned towards you with an expectant expression on his face.

You took that as your cue to have a bite of the fluffy muffin, humming enthusiastically at the flavor of it.

"It's good, right?" He grinned.

You nodded, following him over to a small circular table for two by one of the large glass windows of the cafe.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"I did." You nodded happily. "That cocoa did wonders. I went right to sleep."

"I'm glad to hear it. You seem to be having a good time here so far, by the way." Jongho mentioned.

"I am, even though today is my first full day here. I feel like I'm in a Christmas movie."

He grinned, visibly pleased to hear that, especially since he was feeling a little guilty for being selfish and lying about getting you back home.

"Do you ever wish you had a change in environment?" You asked. "A place that isn't covered in snow all the time?"

"Not really." He shrugged. "Besides, on Christmas Eve I get to fly around the country and see different places. That's enough for me."

"So you really like it here?"

"I do. It's my home, after all." He smiled fondly, his warm brown eyes gazing out at the streets beyond the windowpane.

Your attention drifted from the tenderness in his eyes to the slight curve of his button nose and the shape of his slightly pouty lips. He was handsome, that much was obvious from day one, but only now were you really drinking him in. There was a boyish charm about him and yet he was very clearly a grown man.

"You should eat the rest of your muffin before it gets cold." He commented without glancing your way. "It's best when it's warm."

You stiffened and could feel the burn of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. He'd somehow seen you staring.

Without uttering a single word, you took another bite of your baked treat, your eyes flickering up long enough to see the faintest hint of a smirk playing at Jongho's pretty lips.

A chilly gust of air hit your cheeks when you stepped out of the cafe, having had a little snack before heading to your intended destination.

"Not used to the cold of the North Pole?" Jongho inquired with a slightly sly grin.

"It's just a shock to the system after being inside the toasty cafe." You responded with a barely restrained smile, following Jongho through the snow, heading back towards the workshop.

You asked no questions and trailed alongside him as he made his way to a building located near the back of the giant shop. As you got closer you realized the structure was a stable, your eyes widening a little in realization.

"No way." You couldn't mask the excitement in your tone.

Jongho grinned. "Yes way. I wanted to give you the best North Pole experience and I thought what better way than to let you see the reindeer?"

"I can't believe this is happening." You came to a brief halt just outside the front doors. "Is Rudolph real?"

Jongho's lips quirked up a bit at your question. "He is."

The disbelief and elation on your face was enough to make his pulse skyrocket. Seeing you so enthusiastic about the place he called home was only making his feelings for you grow, not that he minded that.

"Rudolph is a total legend." You whispered out in awe.

"Don't let him hear you say that. He'll get a big head about it." Jongho chuckled. "He's got quite the ego, what with the whole song and movie about him."

Without thinking, he took your hand and guided you into the stable, your heart beating a little faster at his touch.

Nine reindeer in exceptionally clean enclosures were lined up inside the surprisingly spacious building. On the wooden door of each little stable was the reindeer's name, carved neatly into a sign. All you could do was stand there and stare in shock and awe.

"You can pet them if you'd like."

At Jongho's words, you tentatively approached the nearest stable—Prancer's. The reindeer was chewing on a mouthful of hay as you brought your hand up to rub the top of his head. You couldn't believe it, you were actually petting one of Santa's reindeer.

"Are they well-behaved?" You asked, moving to gently rub Prancer's ear, to which he started tilting his head in appreciation.

"They certainly are." Jongho's posture straightened up pridefully at his statement before he approached Comet's stable beside you, pulling out a carrot to feed him.

You watched Jongho grinning adoringly at the reindeer, murmuring things to him while rubbing on his jaw lovingly. In turn, Comet raised his head to rub his nose against the side of Jongho's face, eliciting the most heart-melting giggles you'd ever heard. The way his eyes crinkled up made butterflies erupt in your stomach; his gummy smile and cute little teeth only adding to the intense fuzzy emotions in your chest.

"Here."

Your gaze drifted to the carrot Jongho held out towards you. You took it and started feeding it to Prancer, who ditched the hay immediately when presented with the crunchy orange vegetable.

"If you're one of many Santas, does that mean there's multiple reindeer with the same names?"

Jongho hummed and gave a nod. "Each country has their own Santa and thus their own reindeer."

Every bit of information was being soaked up by you like a sponge. It was so intriguing to find out about such magical things.

"How are there multiple Rudolphs?" You questioned.

"Well," Jongho turned to look at the stall with said reindeer's name on it. "that one over there is Rudolph Jr. Jr. Jr. Jr., well, you get it."

One by one, you went down the line and stopped to give attention to each reindeer, Jongho handing you a carrot every so often to feed them. Finally, you made it to the most famous of them all. You tried to contain your excitement, but your expression said it all—you were so giddy. Rudolph's red nose glowed softly as you gave him some scratches around his ear. He bobbed his head enthusiastically like a horse would, rubbing his nose against your cheek, causing you to giggle.

"He likes you." Jongho commented with a grin, passing a carrot over.

You fed the vegetable to the reindeer who munched on it happily.

"Do you come out here to spend time with them often?"

"Every day." Jongho smiled softly. "Even if all I do is feed them. On Christmas they usually get a special treat for doing so well."

"Just out of curiosity, they don't actually eat dry oats and glitter, do they? You know, the 'reindeer food' that kids mix up at school to sprinkle in their yards on Christmas Eve?"

"Oh absolutely. They love that."

"Are you serious? For real?"

"Are you kidding me? No." Jongho burst out into loud laughter. "They don't eat glitter."

The deadpan expression on your face only made him clutch his stomach, doubling over slightly.

"That's not funny."

"It is." He managed to utter through cackles.

Embarrassment flooded through you at your own gullibility. Then again, how were you supposed to know? You just found out yesterday that Santa Claus and elves existed.

"Seriously, you can't just do that."

Jongho had to brace himself on the wooden railing of the reindeer pen as he laughed even harder. All you could do was stand by and watch with crossed arms. Finally, he let out a dramatic exhale and stood upright, wiping his eyes.

"I can't believe I got you with that one."

"You're horrible." You huffed.

"I just wanted to mess with you." He gave your head a single pat. "No harm, no foul."

"There was harm to my dignity."

He let out a laugh. "You're funny."

The sound of jingle bells emitted from an unknown location, interrupting the moment. The sound alerted Jongho and he raised his wrist, pulling his sleeve down to glance at a watch exactly like the one San showed off yesterday.

"Ah. Yeosang needs me. One of our machines is glitching." He ran a hand through his hair. "I can walk you back to your cabin if you'd like or you can watch me do boring stuff like repair a machine."

Part of you didn't want your time with Jongho to end so soon, besides, mechanical work at Santa's workshop couldn't possibly be boring.

"I think I'd like to watch you save the day."

A smile crept onto Jongho's face. "Alright then. Follow me."

You shuffled into the cafe, curious to see what was available that day, not that you were planning on buying anything. You didn't have any money with you. If you'd known you were going to be sucked into a magical portal to the North Pole, you would've grabbed your wallet first.

"Can I get you anything?" The female elf behind the counter asked.

"No thank you. I don't have any money." You admitted embarrassingly.

"That's not a problem. If you want something, just let me know."

"I don't understand." You huffed out an awkward half-chuckle.

"Jongho said to give you anything you wanted."

The expression on your face shifted, your brows lifting and eyes widening.

"He did? Are you sure?"

"Positive. Yesterday when you two were in here he told me."

It took a moment for you to formulate a response. Jongho was the one that called the shots around here, so you knew you wouldn't be able to dispute.

"I'll have one of those muffins from yesterday, please. I'd also like one hot chocolate if that's okay."

She flashed a friendly smile. "I'll get that for you right away."

Your muffin and coffee was handed over. In response, you thanked the worker and told her she was doing a wonderful job, feeling like you needed to provide something in exchange for free food, even if it was just a few positive words.

You sat by the window, at the same table you were at with Jongho. The muffin was just as delicious as it was yesterday, the hot chocolate was good too, but Jongho was right when he said he makes the best cocoa.

After a warm treat at the cafe, you meandered towards the workshop. The past couple days of your stay was mostly spent in Jongho's office since you felt the most comfortable around him. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a Santa and just exuded a friendly energy, or maybe you genuinely trusted him simply for his personality rather than his title. In your heart, you felt it was the latter. He was kind, funny, and attentive despite his busy schedule.

Whenever you weren't at the workshop, Jongho often peeked out his window at the front of his office, having a clear view of your cabin. He'd catch glimpses of you walking around inside or even standing by your bedroom window to gaze at the town.

Something warm and foreign had made its home in Jongho's chest and it stirred whenever you were around. That feeling started the day you arrived and he'd spent far too long staring at you while you laid unconscious on his office couch. It might've been creepy, but he hadn't seen another human at the North Pole ever, so of course he was intrigued, perhaps even entranced.

Jongho abruptly got to his feet and headed towards the door to his office, surprised to find you standing outside when he opened it.

"Y/n."

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" You asked.

"No. I was actually going to look for you."

"You were? Why for?"

"I wanted to take you on the snowmobile."

"You have a snowmobile?"

"Of course I do." Jongho chuckled. "I've gotta find some way to entertain myself while on vacation. You wanna go check it out?"

You nodded eagerly.

Jongho abandoned his office and led you through the workshop towards the garage where his sleigh and snowmobiles were parked.

"I went to the cafe today." You mentioned, heading down a hallway.

"Did you?"

"I did and the girl working there told me you said I could have whatever I wanted."

"Is that a problem?"

"No. I was just surprised."

"You ended up here because of one of my elves' mistakes, it's up to me to make sure you have the best time here."

The conversation was forgotten immediately upon seeing the magnificent ruby sleigh sitting in the middle of the garage. Your jaw fell open at the wondrous sight.

"There it is." You breathed out, admiring the intricate gold swirls on the side.

Jongho grinned and gave the massive sleigh a pat on the side. "She's a beaut. Never steered me wrong."

"I know I'll get a chance to sit in it in a few days, but may I?" You gestured.

"Knock yourself out."

A small gasp of joy escaped you and you hopped up in the sleigh, gaping at the control panel.

"I wasn't expecting so much technology."

"Well, there's a gps, digital maps to show the layout of everyone's homes, and even a list showing which child gets their next present. All that info gets sent right there from E Tech." He pointed to the two small screens on the control panel. "It's very advanced."

"Wow." Your fingertips brushed over the silver controls, marveling at the screens. "What's E Tech?"

"Elf Tech." Jongho clarified. "Our communications hub in the workshop. The elves there help me make sure I'm on the right track."

You climbed out of the massive sleigh, dropping down beside Jongho.

"You ready for the snowmobile now?"

You nodded, zipping up your coat in preparation. He grinned and snatched a set of keys from a compartment on the wall, along with two pairs of goggles, sitting astride the seat. You slid in behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist, the closeness making you feel warm inside. He passed one pair of goggles to you, letting you slide them on before he did so himself.

"Hold on tight. Don't want you falling off."

At his words, you squeezed him more securely as a precaution, the engine on the snowmobile thrumming to life.

The motor vehicle was driven out of the large garage and out into the snowy terrain. Just outside was wide open space coated in a white blanket, giving Jongho plenty of area for taking off in his sleigh on Christmas Eve. The snowmobile thrust forward and tore through the fluffy snow-covered ground. A little squeal of both surprise and joy slipped out while you pressed your cheek into Jongho's back. He laughed and accelerated, moving even faster, stirring up snow chunks in the process.

You lifted your head, peeking over his shoulder, the icy air blasting your cheeks. Flurries flew by, landing in both yours and Jongho's hair, dotting your heads in tiny white clusters. He cut the steering handles sharply, forcing the vehicle to turn and a yelp to leave your lips. Gleeful laughter emitted from Jongho, who seemed to be enjoying your reactions immensely, trying to pull more startled sounds from you by speeding up and riding over small hills.

"I'm not scaring you, am I?" He asked.

"No." You laughed, your vice-like hold on him getting tighter while you nestled your face at the junction between his neck and shoulder. The faint but warm scent of sugary cookies hit your senses, mixing with the icy air. It took a moment for you to register that the aroma was coming from Jongho. He smelled like freshly-baked cookies. For some reason that little detail was endearing and made your heart soar with adoration. Without making it obvious, you nuzzled a little closer to enjoy more of it.

Jongho was elated to see you becoming accustomed to the North Pole, now knowing your way around fairly well after four days. Though the village wasn't all that big, he was still happy. You'd taken to the streets on your own to peruse the shops and stop by the cafe again. Naturally, Jongho snuck a peek out his office window as you left the workshop and strolled down the wide path through town.

"Hey, boss."

Jongho spun around at the sound of San's voice. "Yes?"

"Wooyoung and I scoped out the Gyeonggi province last night. It's the last one we had, so you're all set for Christmas Eve." He mentioned. "We dropped papers off to E Tech earlier and they're programming the info into the system for the sleigh. Just wanted to let you know."

"Thanks." Jongho gave a small smile. "Wooyoung didn't wanna help you deliver this message?"

"He thinks you're still mad for screwing up, so he just sent me."

"I'm not mad at him, I just want him to be more careful."

"I made sure of that last night. No more aerial tricks."

"Good." Jongho nodded. "Thanks again for the update."

San gave a nod accompanied with a dimpled smile before heading towards the door. His strides came to a halt as his hand rested on the knob. "How's the girl?"

"Y/n? She's fine." Jongho turned to face the window again, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Much better than I thought actually. She seems to be having a good time here."

San's grin grew wider. "That's great to hear."

With that, the elf exited the room, leaving Jongho to himself.

Things were getting busy at the workshop and you'd just left Jongho's office to make a trip to the break room for hot chocolate, which you'd been having often, making it exactly how Jongho had the first night you were there.

Yeosang stood by Jongho's desk to go over a list of tasks that had been completed so far, as Christmas was approaching fast. As soon as the door closed behind you, the man in charge started skimming over a stack of papers on his desk, not seeing the expression his assistant had made when you left, his eyes darting between the office door and the boss.

Without looking up from his paperwork, Jongho spoke, "Do you have something to say, Yeosang?"

The elf got a little sheepish at being caught without even being looked at, but Jongho was very perceptive.

"Nothing." He brushed it off. "I should go over this list with you."

"If you have something to say, you should say it." He raised his head and looked over at his assistant.

Yeosang was hesitant to speak, but did so anyway after a moment of silence. "I see the way you look at her, the way you act when she's around."

Jongho's eyebrows furrowed a bit.

"Your whole face lights up and your gaze follows her out the door every time she leaves. I can tell you like her." Yeosang continued.

Jongho pressed his lips together in response to his assistant's observation, which was true.

"Every Santa needs his Mrs. Claus." The elf added quietly.

Those final words seared themselves into Jongho's head. Yeosang was right. He never thought he needed anyone by his side, but after having you in his life, albeit briefly, he was learning that having some company was nice. Jongho had never considered a partner. He'd always been so focused on his job. Focused on making sure everything was on schedule. In all his decades of being a Santa, he never once thought about finding someone to spend his free time with, but Jongho had been selfish, he knew he had. He was keeping you there and withholding information from you for his own desires. There was just something about you that drew you to him and he needed time to figure it out. He had never been so enchanted by anyone at first sight.

Having you around has been such a treat and a refreshing change to the life Jongho deemed perfect. He loved telling you about the inner workings of the North Pole and what he did as a job. He loved introducing you to the wonders of his realm and the magic within it, but he needed to come clean.

"Christmas Eve is tomorrow." Yeosang mentioned. "She'll be going home."

All Jongho did was nod.

"Could you please be careful with the gifts?" Yeosang politely asked the line of elves, watching as they tossed gifts into the back of the magnificent red sleigh.

Even though he was in charge of helping run things, he was hardly able to be stern, always instructing others in the most well mannered way possible. It took him a while to even get to that point, but he'd made lots of progress.

Jongho stood by to observe, donning a red suit similar to the one he had on the first day you'd arrived, except the notch lapels of his red suit jacket were covered in white fur along with the cuffs and the bottoms of his pants. On top of his head was a classic Santa hat, adjusted to where his slightly wavy black bangs showed from the front.

You spent a little longer than intended standing in the living room of your cabin. A dull ache in your chest presented itself when you thought about having to leave. Who knew six days at the North Pole would have such an impact on you? During your brief stay, you'd experienced so much and learned even more. You stayed in a place you no longer thought existed and hadn't believed in since you were a child. All this time, you thought the North Pole was just a barren snowy landscape in the Northern Hemisphere used as a location for a fictional being, not one of multiple magical realms filled with elves and reindeer with glowing noses.

Even as you stood in the garage with Jongho and watched Christmas Eve preparations, you couldn't shake the disappointment of leaving. Part of you wondered if you'd see Jongho again after tonight.

Everything seemed to go by in a blur, your goodbyes with Yeosang and San, the apology from Wooyoung for causing you to end up there, and even boarding the sleigh.

The dreamlike experience of being up in the sky, watching the reindeer guide the magical sled through the air proved to be a good distraction from your thoughts and the dread of having to return to normal life, which now paled in comparison to your experience at the North Pole.

Jongho was incredible to watch, sliding down chimneys with ease and somehow making it into homes without chimneys, dropping piles of presents within a single minute.

"How do you do that?" You asked in awe.

"I'm Santa." He winked.

Jongho had meant to come clean about his dishonesty, but things were so hectic he never got a chance to say anything to you before leaving the North Pole. It was probably for the best, he figured. He'd just tell you when he dropped you off at your house, that way if you were angry with him, you two could part ways there and you wouldn't have to be around him while upset.

House after house, Jongho delivered gifts, filling the homes of all the nice children on the list. Then you arrived in your neighborhood, your heart sinking with dread.

"This is it." You spoke through an exhale, standing by your back door, not liking the heaviness in your chest.

"Before you go, there's something I have to tell you." Jongho spoke up.

"Okay." You watched him expectantly, the look on your face making his gut twist uncomfortably with guilt. You had no idea what he'd done.

"I lied to you. I could've gotten you back home the day you arrived."

You blinked, processing his words. "What?"

"Just... let me explain, please. I've done this job alone for decades. I love it. I love planning each Christmas, getting letters from children across the country, making them happy. I never thought I needed anyone else, it never even crossed my mind—but then you came along. You quite literally showed up out of nowhere and came into my perfect life, or what I thought was perfect."

You watched him, listening intently to his explanation.

"When I first laid eyes on you I felt something that I hadn't felt before. You intrigued me and I wanted so badly to keep you around and see what you were like, to figure out what my feelings were. You've brought so much light and joy into my life in just six days, but I was selfish. You have every right to be angry with me. You're free to go inside and forget all about me if that's what you wish. I'll understand."

Anger. Where was it? Because after hearing Jongho's explanation, you didn't feel it. Instead, you felt relief. You thoroughly enjoyed your time at the North Pole, in fact, it had reawakened that childlike warmth in your chest that you'd been unable to get back, despite loving the holidays.

"There no need for you to apologize."

Jongho's expression shifted from one of guilt to surprise. "I lied to you though."

"Yes, you did. However, you also gave me the best experience I could ever ask for and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to miss it."

He blinked in disbelief.

"Truth is, there's something about you too, Jongho. Something that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside and I don't think it's because you're a Santa."

He could feel his heart rate rising, the consistent thud in his chest becoming faster.

"So what you're saying is... you like me too?" He took a step forward.

You nodded. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Have you ever kissed under a mistletoe?" He asked you.

"No."

"Would you like to?"

Before you could question him, Jongho pointed up, your head raising to find a mistletoe magically growing on one of the beams of the roof over your back door. You looked to Jongho in surprise. All he did was chuckle, sliding one arm around your waist. The space between your faces diminished little by little, your eyelids slowly falling shut moments before Jongho's soft lips landed on yours. You'd been secretly admiring them almost since the beginning of your stay in his realm and now you could confidently say they were as soft as they looked.

He hummed contently, holding you tighter while depending the kiss, one of his gloved hands cupping your cheek tenderly. Your closed eyes nearly rolled back at the sensation of Jongho's lips dragging slowly over your own, slotting sideways to kiss you wholly. Waves of blissful tingles rolled over you, warmth blossoming in your chest as your hands gripped his fluffy lapel to somewhat ground yourself.

"So you really want to live at the North Pole with me?" Jongho asked after parting ways, his warm breath brushing your lips.

He wanted so badly to keep kissing you, to keep holding you, but he was on a schedule.

"I do."

"It's a big decision."

"I know." You breathed out.

"And you're certain?"

"I am. I just have to tie up some loose ends here."

"Understood." He murmured, still holding your cheek in his palm.

"I can come back and visit, right? See my friends and family?"

"Of course."

You nodded. "Okay. It's settled."

That night, you parted ways with Jongho, no longer feeling upset about the departure, as you knew your separation was only temporary. You quit your job and took care of any other things in your life that you were preparing to leave behind, making arrangements to move away to just one of many North Pole realms.

Three days after Christmas, you heard a knock at your back door, finding it odd. Who would go to your back door? When you peered outside, your question was answered. Jongho stood outside, a bright smile on his face.

You couldn't help yourself, overcome with excitement as you leapt forward and threw your arms around him.

"Aww. How cute!"

The sudden voice that came from above startled you and your head jerked up to find a swirling portal, the sight of Jongho's office on the other side and San poking his head out.

"Would you leave us alone?" Jongho huffed.

"Hey, my mistake is what got you a girlfriend." Wooyoung appeared on the other side of the portal.

"Guys, leave them alone." Yeosang showed up and pulled the two elves away. "You're only here to help her move her things."

You chuckled, amused at the banter going on.

"Do you have your stuff?" Jongho asked.

"Yes, it's all ready to go."

Inside, you had suitcases and duffel bags, along with a few boxes of items you couldn't part ways with, all of them packed and ready to be moved to their new home.

Jongho tossed them up through the portal with ease, Wooyoung and San catching each one, setting it aside in the office. A few complaints were exchanged about how the portal could've been opened a different way so things could be carried in instead of tossed up, but you learned that was, again, Wooyoung's fault.

One by one, your stuff was moved until all that was left was yourself.

"Are you ready." Jongho took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung dropped a short rope from the portal.

"Seriously, you should've opened it on the wall or something." San grumbled.

"I said I was sorry." Wooyoung whined as Jongho made his way up, joining the others.

You took hold and were pulled up through the portal and into the office you'd become so familiar with.

"You two can take her stuff to my living quarters." He told San and Wooyoung, helping you stand up. He leaned in, whispering softly in your ear, "Welcome home."

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[robbyykeene]

Hey, quick non-CK question - what do you mean you got in trouble for hoarding URLs?? I didn't even know that was a THING?

Yeah haha. Not sure how long you’ve been on tumblr, but back in the day (like 10-12+ years ago) hoarding URLs was a big thing, especially in fandom spaces. Basically the idea was that you create a bunch of inactive sideblogs to save a URL that you might want to use in the future. At this point in time, switching back and forth between URLs was also a lot more common. I think some people even used to sell their URLs, or trade other URLs for them which is crazy. There was an entire URL hoarding real estate. It was actually a huge problem lol, I remember wanting to enter certain fandom spaces but being unable to get a URL related to it. And back then I feel like fandoms were a little harder to breach into, especially if you didn’t have a blog that looked like it should belong there—or maybe I was just younger and didn’t know how to interact with people lol, but either way it was still frustrating.

However, Tumblr has since (not sure when exactly) banned URL hoarding. Idk what exactly they quantify as hoarding, but I did have at least a few dozen URLs saved from over a decade ago that I honestly didn’t even remember I had. Most of them were related to emo bands lmao. I think what happened in my case is that this sideblog got caught in the tumblr spam filter somehow, which is why for months I wasn’t able to reply to people and was bot having posts appear in the tags. A lot of people have been having problems with being incorrectly flagged as spam in the last couple years, due to the algorithms they use to detect potential spam accounts. The real problem is that once your account has been flagged tumblr doesn’t notify you or communicate the problem to you, so if you don’t know what to look for (which I didn’t) you don’t know how to properly report the problem. I contacted support a few times but because I reported it as a bug, I suspect it didn’t go to the right place. Eventually this led to my account being terminated without warning or notification. I reached out to tumblr support on multiple platforms, and I think when they looked into the issue they saw that I had a bunch of URLs hoarded and suspended my main account (but restored access to this one). I deleted all the saved URLs, emailed support back, and they released my main account back. All in all I’m just happy with how quickly they resolved the issue tbh, I know a lot of people have spent months trying to get a terminated/suspended account back so I feel pretty grateful. And honestly I think it’s good that tumblr enforces the ban on URL hoarding, bc I remember how upsetting it was being like 12 years old and unable to get a URL related to the thing I really cared about.

[intrepidacious]

hi! ok I just wanted to ask someone who knows how tumblr works haha

so I found someone who writes amazing content so I decided to follow them. I binged lots of their fics earlier today and when I checked their profile again later, their profile doesn’t show. It seems they might have blocked me and I don’t know why :( I commented that I loved their fics and the comments are removed. my profile has my age and I am decently active on reposting & commenting on fics. This happened to me one other time too so I just am confused I guess :( I tried to message them but it said it wouldn’t go through so that makes me think I’m blocked? I guess I don’t know why a couple people blocked me? Just kinda made me sad bc I really enjoy their work but now I won’t be able to see anymore ☹️😢

happy to!! 💛

first thing you gotta remember that in all likelihood, your getting blocked is nothing personal. reasons for blocking someone on tumblr include but aren't limited to:

you don't have your age (range) listed in your bio/clearly visible on your blog

the age you have listed doesn't adhere to boundaries a blog has set (f.e. you're a minor, or it only says "18+" which i know many writers don't accept)

your blog is completely empty i.e. you don't post/reblog stuff

you don't reblog other people's writing

you spam like posts

you've never changed the default icon/header to something else

people don't vibe with the things you reblog

your theme is a colour they don't like

a lot of the time, it comes down to everyone's preferences. god knows i've been blocked by people and didn't understand why, but frankly it's none of my business. most likely, you won't ever find out, either. everyone is creating their own online space, and sometimes that means having a quick blocking finger. i'm sorry that you won't be able to read those stories anymore but you have to accept creators' boundaries.

however, there are some things you can do and try to prevent getting blocked in the future. these are only a couple of suggestions around tumblr etiquette i've picked up on over the years; if anyone else wants to chip in here, please do!!

1. make sure your blog is, by all appearances, that of a human being

this might sound stupid because of course, you are a human, but with the recent bot wars it's all the more important to double check for red flags.

check your url. does it include a random string of numbers, lots of dashes, just a name and an adjective? all of these have been indicative of porn bots and people might block you on sight.

change your icon and your header. yes, both of them. there are lots of creators on here who make wonderful fandom related headers and icons, or you can create your own with canva. just be sure to follow creators' rules and preferably reblog their creation

change your blog title. if your account is new, it will just say "untitled", which is another indication you might not be a human. use quotes, song lyrics, anything you enjoy

add a bio. this is where you put your name or nickname (you can make one up) age, age range, links to second blogs (if applicable), more quotes, whatever. i prefer my bio short and to the point, but that doesn't have to be you.

important: do this for all blogs and side blogs you use regularly. if you have a second blog for reblogging fics, you need to put up your age there as well, or at least visibly link to your main blog so creators can see you're not a minor. the harder it is to verify that you're an adult, the more likely it is that you will get blocked

2. know the different kinds of interactions on tumblr and navigate them well

there's a difference between liking, commenting, reblogging, and reposting, and it's important. lots of people use reblogging and reposting interchangeably, but that's actually incorrect and can lead to serious mishaps. let's dissect them one by one.

liking.

you're familiar with the like from other social media platforms. you tap a post twice or hit the little heart at the bottom of the post and it's added to your likes. wonderful, right? well. tumblr is a little different.

tumblr doesn't have an algorithm. let me say that again. there is no algorithm on tumblr. i guess there is, on the for you page, but that doesn't count because it's really shit. the only important thing on tumblr is your dashboard, and your dashboard only shows original posts and the reblogs of those posts from people you follow.

no one cares about your likes. your likes don't do shit. that's why creatives on here keep talking about reblogs. you need to reblog things on tumblr in order for them to get seen. it's a snowballing effect. likes are nice and all, but they're private. they're not contributing to a story or an artwork being seen by more people. they're essentially empty interaction. what's more, should a post get deleted for whatever reason, that post is gone for you forever.

i know some people use their likes as bookmarks for things they want to look at later, but i would strongly urge you not to do that. people block serial likers, because most of the time it is, sadly, very unlikely that they will come back and actually interact with the post again. that's just the way it is. we can thank tiktok and instagram for that. again, tumblr doesn't have an algorithm. if you want to genuinely support and encourage people on here, you need to do more than liking.

commenting.

this is a step up from liking, because you're actually interacting now. a comment will show up in the activity of the person whose post you left it on and of the original poster (op)—more on that distinction in a minute. comments are encouraged especially on ask/answer type posts, or as a reply to an earlier reblog.

when it comes to fanfic, there are, again, pros and cons. you can only leave a comment from your main blog, which means that even if you have a second account where you reblog fics, there's not necessarily a link between the two. this can lead to your getting blocked if you've never reblogged a fic to your main blog. on the other hand, if people comment on your fic without reblogging it, but they do reblog other people's fics, that can also rub creators the wrong way because it creates a strange sort of hierarchy: why those fics? why not mine?

important thing to note: i am not saying that to make anyone feel bad about "just" commenting, i just want you to be aware that this might go on in a creator's head. it has in mine. i'm very aware that this is a me problem, but it's also a reason why people might get blocked out of the blue, which is why i wanted to bring it up.

reblogging.

ah yes, reblogging. reblogging is the thing that makes tumblr tumblr, and it's so easy to do. you just hit the little 🔁 symbol at the bottom of the post, and boom, it's reblogged to your own blog. everyone who follows you can now see it on their dashboard, and if they reblog it, their followers can see it, and so on and so forth. every time someone reblogs a post from you, you will get a notification in your activity, and so will the op.

reblogs are the heart and soul of tumblr. yes, original posts are (usually) individual creations, but the community aspect of this site is born through the reblog. there are different variations on how to reblog. all are valid, because all help spreading posts around.

the empty reblog is the quickest option. there's literally a quick reblog option on mobile: if you hold your finger on the reblog button for a second or so, you will see your icon appear. if you swipe in that direction, the post gets immediately reblogged to your blog. something similar can be done on desktop with the xkit browser extension. it's fast, it's easy, it gets the job done. it's perfect for when you like a post but don't have anything specific to say/reply.

the reblog with tags is the second fastest option. tags, on tumblr, are sort of the sotto voce version of comments. yes, you can use tagging to organise your blog and make your posts easily findable (is that a word?) but the real fun begins when little asides are added. you can keysmash in the tags. you can put your thoughts in the tags. you can go full caps without it looking overwhelming in the actual post. if you're just starting to comment on things, the tags are a great place to start, because the actual post will keep looking the same; the tags are just a little additional bonus for both you and the creator. this is what you would use for the majority of posts that aren't works of art in any way, too, like text posts you want to find again, polls, photographs etc.

the reblog with additions though? oh boy. that's the real stuff. imagine it as clipping on your thoughts to the post, right there for everyone to see. you can add gifs, and memes, and change the font, and change the colour, and scream, and keysmash, and ramble without limitations. it's like catnip for the op. if you reblog a fic, a moodboard, a piece of art, a gifset, whatever it is, and you put your thoughts underneath? man, it's amazing.

side note: if you're new to commenting on people's fics and you don't know what to say, i highly recommend referring to this post. (btw i linked my reblog so it can act as an example of the different forms of adding to a post: there were other reblogs before mine, and i've added tags. useful in its content and as an example!!)

reposting.

this is where we need to be careful. reblogs are great. reposts are theft. where's the difference? reposting refers to you copying another creator's work, whatever it may be, and creating a new post without any indication to the original person's efforts. even if you do include their url, you will most likely get reported and blocked. because now, you've become the op of this copied post, and the actual creator will get absolutely nothing.

you will most likely have seen banners in fic communities that state something along the lines of "don't copy or translate any of my work to this or any other site". that's what this refers to. this would also include the following:

posting another writer's story to ao3/wattpad/another fic site of your choice without their permission. you can absolutely never do this. "but what if"—NO. never. fullstop.

some creators allow translations of their work, but you can only ever share those with their explicit permission and proper credit.

saving a gif to use without linking back to the artist. this is maybe my biggest gripe. yes, i know this site sucks at making gifs searchable, but still, you can't do this. and no, "credit goes to the original artist" doesn't count, where did that bullshit even come from? it makes me so mad. that's not giving credit, that's being lazy.

3. be nice, and have fun

this is fandom, and it's supposed to be a hobby. this is supposed to be a good time. none of us are getting paid for any of this. yes, we're all passionate about what we do, whether we're looking at other people's creations or we make them ourselves. we're fans of that common thing, and isn't that great?

just a little more internet etiquette that's not really tumblr specific but could be a good reminder for everyone:

not everything is for you, and that's okay

if something's not for you, scroll away

if you don't like what someone is posting, ignore them. mute them. block them.

do not ever, and i mean ever, send anyone hate. you don't know who's on the other side of the screen. block them and move on. life's too fucking short.

don't correct people's grammar/spelling. only assholes do that. if you can't help yourself and they're a person you've interacted with before, shoot them a private message and be nice about it.

don't offer unsolicited advice. i don't care if you want to give constructive criticism to help the other person. unless they've explicitly asked you to do that, don't. you'll get blocked so quick, and you'll ruin someone's day.

if you're reading a fic that's not finished yet, don't ask for an update. yes, you're excited for the story to continue. but "part 2", "when's the next chapter out", "more please" and so on are all things that put pressure on creators whether that's your intention or not. it gives us the impression that what we've already put out is never enough. and that sucks. by all means, be excited about what comes next, but not like this.

read!! old!! fics!!!! the beauty of tumblr being the way it is is that there's zero shame in interacting with older posts. it's not like you're liking a seven year old post on instagram. in fact, if you're commenting on a seven year old fic/gifset/moodboard/artwork on tumblr, i can guarantee you're gonna make that creator's day.

i'm absolutely positive that i've forgotten something in this post even though it's longer than several of my wips, so if any of my moots want to add something that'd be great!! in fact i'm gonna tag some of you because you know what? if you've read all of this you deserve a kiss. have a wonderful day 💛

@marvelettesassemblenow @barnesafterglow @imaginearyparties @aphrogeneias @brandycranby @writing-for-marvel @foreverindreamlandd @sanguineterrain @demxters @wildlivelychild

[askgothamshitty]

sorry for spam liking, I really enjoy your blog and your tweets. I recently came across them literally today and I’ve been obsessed. It’s nice to see the way you articulate your wording on feminism. It’s hard to find feminists like you (not trying to shame anyone or put anyone down) that is kind, considerate, very articulate while not being transphobic or spreading even more misogyny through your feminist ideals. (Hopefully I explained that properly) haha. And it’s also very nice to see many women (especially young girl) find good resources through accounts like yours and not bigoted feminists accounts like TERFS. I personally wish I didn’t have to jump through so many hoops of bigoted feminists accounts and rhetoric to learn what I know now (which is what you talk about) so it’s nice to see other women not having to struggle going down those pipelines.

No need to apologize, I don’t mind :)

I know what you mean. Transphobia and TERFism and misogyny are rampant in online feminist spaces, especially radical ones. And that’s a shame because it ends up tainting radical feminism as a whole, leading people to throw the baby out with the bathwater and revert back to liberalism. So the purpose of my blog and Twitter is to show that one doesn’t have to do that. And I’m glad to hear that I’m communicating that!

[lanafofana]

Lanatav's Banter and Dialogue

Original Tav Banter and Dialogue post from mumms-the-word

I went ahead and answered most of these for kicks and giggles but left companion specific banter blank (and in bold) if you want to send an ask about anyone/scenario specifically I'd be happy to churn it through the ol noggin. This is just gratuitous self indulgence at it's finest but it was SO FUN! Back to slut smut writing!

Combat/Movement

1. Clicking on them once (non-combat) 

Sorry, what? 

I’m trying to read, if you don’t mind

*belch*

Woah! Watch those hands, buddy 

2. Spam clicking on them too many times

*sneeze*

Gods I’m hungry

Do you fucking mind? 

Oh shit, did I put out the campfire before we left? Yeah, I did…Did I? 

NO. TOUCHY. 

Ghosts aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real. Ah! 

3. Directing them to attack/move in combat

Oh shit it’s go time?

This isn’t going to go well.

Right, so I guess I’ll just…get to it then.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Catch these hands! (false bravado)

4. Hiding/sneaking/hidden movement 

My back hurts

I have to pee

Why are my hands so sweaty?

Sneak attack go! 

Shhh!! 

5. Taking a short rest 

Ready to go again already?

Fine fine, I’m coming

This day is dragging

6. Low health/asking for healing

I AM IN PAIN

Hate to interrupt but I’m losing a LOT of blood…like A LOT

Could I trouble you for some GODSDAMNED HELP?

Is that the sun or just the light at the end of the tunnel? It's gettin' bigger.

My insides have become my outsides 

7. Attacked by a party member

This is why we can’t have nice things. 

DURGE HELP

Watch it dickhead.

Ow what the hell? 

Harder, daddy!  

MUTINY!!!!

8. Companion/romance death reactions 

Companions Oh shit…uh, Withers?! 

I have a scroll for that 

Another one bites the dust

This is…not ideal 

Romance

NO. NO NONONONO.

No! Please…

My love? 

*scream of inarticulate rage and pain* + gains bonus action and ENRAGED buff

9. Going to buff/heal a companion/romance

Hero mode activated! 

Don’t worry, I’ll have you right as rain!

Lemme kiss and make it better!

Oh, that’s gross looking, here, drink this! 

Steady on, tiger, take a beat. Not a beating.

That was a little too close for my comfort. 

Bless you! Haha get it cause it’s a blessing? Nevermind. 

10. Sending them to talk to an NPC

You’ve made a serious error in judgment. 

Who, me? Why? 

Pass. I SAID PA– oh fuck it.

Remember this was your stupid ass idea. 

Fine but I’m going to complain the whole time. 

11. Sending them to talk to their romanced partner

Finally!

My favorite person, yes! 

Surprise kiss attack go! 

I just can’t stay away

I need a hug. 

Someone looks lonely. It’s me. I look lonely. 

Interacting with Items

12. Encountering a locked chest/door

Does anyone have a hairpin?

Tsk! Secrets secrets are no fun!

Like a fun little puzzle with a surprise at the end! 

13. Picking a lock

Just a little…to the…left aaaand

Hold my beer

My time to shine has come

Righty tighty, lefty– wait no

Watch and learn, Astarion

14. Looking at a globe

I’m gonna spin it and the place my finger lands is where I’ll move when this is all over…and it’s to be…the ocean. *sigh* Again. 

Oh look! Here’s where we are! 

15. Looking at an astrolabe

Space travel? Hard pass

I prefer the view outside

There’s so much out there. And all of it wants to kill you. 

16. Looking at a telescope

Hey I know that constellation!

I wish I had one of these at home 

You think someone, somewhere is looking in a telescope back at us? 

17. Looking in a mirror

Oh! Hm.

Wow that’s…a look

How long has my hair looked like that?

I should eat a vegetable. Soon. 

18. Looking at a nonmagical lamp 

My lamp. My lamp. My lovely lady lamps.  

19. Noticing a trap

Oop

Look at me. Do not step there. 

Hey, Gale, c’mere a sec 

Do I have to do everything around here? 

20. Can’t fit into a small hole

Ha ha ha hilarious

I know I’m the shortest but really? [Lanatav Disapproves -1 approval]

I’m not sticking my arm in there if that’s what you want  [Lanatav Disapproves  -1 approval]

It wasn’t funny the first time and it’s less funny now  [Lanatav Disapproves  -2 approval]

Location Comments and Party Banters

21. Comments/reactions near an Act 1 location

Nautiloid crash/Beach

Ugh gotta get outta here it smells like rancid calamari 

(finding intellect devourers)*retching noises* Brains with legs! Brains with legs! 

I think that mindflayer just moved 

Where did these goblins come from, you think?

So many dead…sad 

Is that a travel rune? Why does it look so…sparky? 

Emerald Grove

Just one brush with danger after another isn’t it? 

These druids are…something. Not hospitable. But something.

 A lot less harmony than I thought a druid grove would exude 

(Notice weird cow) Watch it, beef steak 

(Hearing singing at the beach) If there’s a mermaid down there I’m gonna lose it (excited)

Jergal’s Shrine

Creepy crypt. Wonderful. And I supposed you want to just..yep, walkin’ right in, yep I’m coming. 

Wilderness/Forest

(owlbear tracks leading to cave) What are you doing? We’re not going in there surely? 

(finding honeycomb) A sweet treat for me to eat! 

*happy gasp* Is that a dog!? Here puppy! 

Blighted village

(noticing goblins) After you 

(Matriarch spider) Fuck that. I’ll wait for you outside, alright? 

(Apothecary’s cellar) Woah a secret lab! 

(Childs game) I remember this one. Not as fun when you're by yourself though. 

Swamp

Snake. Snake! Oh, just a branch.

This place is the definition of a bad vibe 

Oh look, a frog! I love frogs! (later) I like most frogs.

Weird place for a teahouse 

Goblin Camp

Oh look, more goblins. Goody for us. 

Mmm something smells like barbeque.

Not to be a naysayer, but do we really think that druid is still alive? Really?

*happy gasp* Owlbear cub! OWLBEAR CUB!

Mountain Pass

Dragons? Again!? You gotta be shittin’ me

The Underdark

All the mortal peril aside, I love it here

Mushrooms! Oh but look, don’t touch!! 

All the books I’ve read don’t hold a candle to the real thing 

(spectator) *Happy gasp*

(minotaur) *Happy gasp*

(bulette) *Happy gasp*

Rosymorn Monastery 

I’ve got a deep aching sense of dread. But the view is to die– nevermind.

When she said creche I was picturing something a little less monastic mass murder and something  a little more, I don’t know. Catacomb chic. Something with stalactites. I don’t know why.  

Risen Road

There’s something wrong with those hyenas…

Waukeen’s Rest

Running into a burning building to rescue some stranger at significant risk to personal welfare? Wouldn’t have been my first choice but very well. 

22. Comments/reactions near an Act 2 location

Ruined Battlefield

Is anyone else having trouble drawing a full breath of air? It’s like breathing soup. 

Last Light Inn

(Entering 1st time) I sure hope nobody in there is feeling trigger happy, I’m exhausted. 

Reithwin Town - Lanatav gains revolving fear debuff that can only be countermanded by covering her eyes/being held/having someone hold her hand. 

(Tollhouse) So do we think the gold all over the floor is cursed or…?

(House of Healing) (nauseated) Oh my gods. Oh my gods. Oh my gods. Oh my gods. 

(The Waning Moon) I could use a stiff drink as much as the next person but you do realize that’s a bar full of drinking stiffs, right? 

(Reithwin Graveyard) This entire trip so far has given me enough nightmare fuel to last until I’m 90. 

(Grand Mausoleum) That’s…that’s a lot of bones. Too many bones. 

Moonrise Towers 

Someone hold my hand. No I’m not kidding…thank you, Durge. 

Gauntlet of Shar

This just keeps getting better and better.

23. Comments/reactions near an Act 3 location

Rivington

Gods, the refugees, look at them all. The place was overcrowded several hundred bodies ago.

*happy gasp* Is that a tressym?! 

(ground shakes) Oh, that’s horribly unpleasant and not at all ominous. 

Wyrm’s Crossing

Slut city here we come! 

Lower City

I hate it here.

Lower City Sewers/ Undercity Ruins

Next time leave me at camp. 

24. Lines said in the Morphic Pool or High Hall 

Gods, it’s almost over (weary)….Gods! It’s almost over! (perking up)

Brains with legs! Brains with legs!

Tentacles. Tentacles everywhere. 

Once more unto the breach, eh Gale? Gale? Gale! Put those tiddies away, now is not the time! 

25. Party banter with Astarion

26. Party banter with Gale

27. Party banter with Wyll

28. Party banter with Karlach

29. Party banter with Lae'zel

30. Party banter with Shadowheart

31. Party banter with Halsin

32. Party banter with Jaheira

33. Party banter with Minthara

34. Party banter with Minsc

Bonus (Misc, some companion dialogues)

35. How would your Tav/Durge greet a player character if they were a companion at low, neutral, high, or romanced approval? I actually started this already in a document i was drafting a romance path!

Greetings:

Very Low

[Stares with hostile resting bitch face.]

The fuck you want now? 

Still alive then? Pity.

DURGE! I need a buffer!!  

Low

Look at me like that again and I’m throwing hands, alright? 

(Annoyed sigh) What?

(muttering) You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me right now. (Louder, aggressive) Yeah?

Don’t push your luck.

Neutral

It wasn’t me. I mean, hmm? No, nevermind that. We moving or what?  

Yeah?

Oh… hi?

Medium

Hey, what’s up?

You need somethin’?

You good?

High

Hey, uh, you (awkward but delighted with the attention)

Are you alright, boss?

Nice day for a chat, whatcha thinkin’ about?

Very High

Do you need my help with something? I gotchu.

How’s the day treatin’ you?

What’s the hot gossip?

Yeah, boss? What’s good? 

Exceptional

You’re looking well, can I help with anything?  

You look glum, chum. Hey wanna hear something hilarious about [companion with lowest approval]?

I have a book you might like. If you want. 

I know that look in your eye, let’s hear it, boss 

Romanced

Low Approval Romance

H-hey (shy) 

Want to walk with me for a bit? 

Medium Approval Romance

Wanna go crazy and hold hands? 

What’s up, buttercup? 

You look nice today. Is that a new…breastplate? *cough* No, that’s not what I– Ah hells. 

High/Exceptional Approval Romance

I’ve been trying to use the tadpole to summon you for ages, did it finally work? 

Hey, tiger

Need some moral support, tiger? (flirty, suggestive) 

I was just thinking about you, love

Careful with that smile, tiger, you’ll knock the wind right out of me.  

Broken Up

Alright there? 

You ok?

…Hey

When spoken to by someone not the player character 

Begone. 

Boundaries are important. 

Sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone who cares. 

Yeah, b– oh, sorry, thought you were someone important. 

36. What are some situational dialogues they would say when something happens to another companion or you talk to them while in a quest-specific location (such as commenting on Karlach's heart, Elminster visiting Gale, visiting Cazador's mansion, etc)?

37. How would they respond to a player character prompting them with, "Tell me about yourself"? 

Hmm I like to read? Guess you might have sussed that one out on your own. Well, let me think. Oh! I can play the piano. Well, I can play one song on the piano. Well, I know most of one song on the piano.

“Come on, tell me something real.” 

Ugh. Bully. Fine. I like animals, mushrooms, pickles, stargazing and reading. I dislike large crowds, loud noises, and deep water.  My comfort food is pizza.

38. If a player character asks them to consider consuming tadpoles or using the Astral tadpoles, how would your Tav/Durge respond?

Fuck off with your jumbo shrimp.

39. If romanceable, what lines would they say if a player character prompted them with, "Can I kiss you?"

O-oh! *blushing* Yeah, ‘course.

You better, tiger 

I don’t know, can you?

Not if I kiss you first!

Just a kiss? Pity.  

40. If romanceable, what would they say if a player character asks for a "last kiss" at the Morphic Pool/HIgh Hall?

[Caresses PC cheek] How about one for luck and two for the road, eh tiger?

Only if there’s tongue. 

[Answers by jumping into their arms if they’re taller, or sweeping them into a old hollywood style kiss if they’re same size/smaller] 

If you made it all the way down here thank you for your attention hahaha <3

[zillabean]

Okay, #HannibalReunion2024 C2E2 autograph story time! I’ll be doing a lot of gushing so feel free to mute the hashtag (or me, haha) if you don’t want Mads Mikkelsen spam and tiny blue kaiju simpering. 😆

First off, um, I MET MADS MIKKELSEN??? The man, the dilf, the legend??? 🔥🔥🔥 He is every inch as sweet, kind and charming as everyone says he is. Just a really warm, down to earth person, no ego whatsoever. ❤️

I was so nervous to meet him at first and my Fri autograph session was not great. I wished I’d known that the sessions would get calmer and quieter towards the end of the day (they don’t always!) as I would have chosen to go get autos then, instead.

I was in one of the first sessions and the C2E2 staff was just RUSHING us through. 💔 Like BANG BANG BANG. I barely got any interaction with him when I was getting my sigs! 💔 They had him seated behind TWO sets of tables, like a barrier, to keep the fans further away from him!

I said hello to him and gave him one of my gazonga mousepads and a bundle of art prints and charms and he didn’t even look up, was just too busy talking to his manager and the handlers who had all his attention, constantly sliding him stuff to sign. 🥲 No interaction at all. I will admit I was quite crestfallen, especially when he didn’t even see the gifts.

Another handler then scooped up all my gifts and dumped them in a bag before Mads even saw them. 🥲 He (handler) did… pause at the mousepad though, and made a face. He held it up to me and asked “… they sell these?” And I bashfully said, “uhhh I sell them?… 😅” He made another face and then showed the gazongas to Mads, who kind of smirk/smiled. “That’s Hannibal! That’s good.” 🤣 So that made me feel a bit better.

At the very end of the day, I went to find @/Sunnylit and she was in the auto line with @/shaybeenerd and @/LovclyMikkelsen, and the line was much smaller so I went to try my luck again. And it was a much better experience!

I got to actually gush at and chat with him a bit, say hello and tell him we all love him and that I was the one who gave him the “boobies”. (“That’s good!” - Mads, very confused) I thanked him for being so inspirational to all the Fannibals and he said “You guys are a wild and wacky bunch, and we love it. Don’t ever change.” ❤️❤️❤️

(I made another thread for the photo ops but suffice to say by the end of the weekend he’d seen my stupid face enough and I’d chosen the quieter times to get autos that they were much nicer experiences than my first on Friday.)

On Sunday I’d gone back to get his sig for @/jorassicworld, who wanted him to sign my Mads Kitty Cafe commission print I did for her so I just went up there and handed him a print of like … 7 of him as cat men. 😅🐯 All in one picture. He laughed and said something like “Oh, look at that! Hmm, I wonder who will win?…”, and showed it to Ulrich.

I asked him to please leave some room for Hugh too, and he was like “Ohhh, I dunnooo about that…” So I told him he could just eat up all the space if he really wanted to and he smiled and signed. I then asked if I could please take a picture and the handler was like “no” and I said “BUT HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL” and Handler Man said “Well then you’d better get a good look at him now~” 🤣 So I shamelessly faux-stared at him while he signed Joa’s print. He laughed, gave it back to me, I thanked him profusely and he gave me a wink as the handler shooed me out. 😆 (I think I yelled something about seeing him later at photo ops)

At 0 hour I went back to get my final autos and also gave him a copy of the Kitty Cafe print. I asked him if he looked at his gifts and he said something about there being so many it was hard to get through them all. I was like “Don’t you remember the boobies? I gave you the boobies!” And he was like (slaps table) “Oh! That’s right! THE BOOBIES!” 😆 I told him he could use them for his wrist or give them to his wife if he wanted. He grinned and said conspiratorially, “Who knows what I will do with them/use them for~ 😏” (I HOPE HE DOES NOT JUST THROW THEM IN THE TRASH 🥲) … I really wished I’d waited until the last day to give them to him as then I might be able to get a photo of him holding them. 🤣

I asked if he could tell me anything about Dust Bunny that wasn’t dusty or bunnies, he said there was Kung Fu in it. “Flying Kung Fu…?” He told me we’ll see and that we would love it. ❤️ And as it was at the very end of the day, I again begged the handlers if I could please take a photo and they said “no”. So I asked Ulrich.

“… okay, just one.” ❤️ After that Mads gave me a big smile and a fist bump, Handler Man laughed and told me to skedaddle, and I yelled after Mads, “maybe I’ll see you at RDC!!!” and he said “I’ll be there. 😊”

THE SWEETEST DUDE. ❤️ He made me feel completely at ease and talking to him felt so natural after I got over it all. A genuinely awesome human being.

OKAY NOW THAT I’VE RECORDED MY MADS DREAM DIARY, it’s Hugh time! They had him at a much more normal table where it was 1 handler (vs Mads’ THREE 😓) and we could actually go right up to him like NORMAL without a second layer of table to block the way. 🙄

(I think the con ended up forcing Mads into the Featured Guest spot after Josh Brolin cancelled at 0 hour, and they didn’t know how to handle it and that’s why it ended up much more guarded and impersonal for how they treated him and his fans)

Hugh was so friendly, courteous and cordial! His voice is sweet and warm, makes me think of a fuzzy bee. Little bee voice. 🐝 I gave him some art (it was… his head, sorry Hugh, but I didn’t want to subject you to what I usually draw Will Graham doing 🤭) and he graciously accepted it. We didn’t get to chat too much either as there were others in line but he was a total gentleman! 🎩❤️

All in all, both such lovely guys and I am so happy for the experience. ❤️

(…OH ALSO!! 😆 I saw him trying to accept a friendship bracelet from someone, and as he’s sliding it off their wrist it exploded into a bunch of beads and Hugh yelled “OH SHIT” and there was a mad scramble to scoop up all the rolling beads. 🤣)

HANNIBAL REUNION at C2E2 post time! ❤️ I don’t know what all I can say that hasn’t been said already by hundreds of screaming Fannibals but, man, what an absolutely surreal experience. It was just amazing to see Mads and Hugh together again!

Everyone else has already shared much better photos and clip moments but here are a few of mine!

Alas I didn’t capture the hug. I didn’t want to take too many photos as I wanted to experience the moment more than I wanted to see it through the lense of a phone. I wanted to just take it in, and enjoy it. I’m so happy I got to experience it with so many fannibal friends. ❤️

I’ll be making a huge diary/post reblog thread here of my experience!

[adoringhaikyuu]

when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them | 2

characters: suna, akaashi, tsukishima

request: can we get the when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them for suna akaashi and tsuki?

warnings: nothing, just some kissing and a few possessive boys

notes: ahh my first request!! i’m happy that i wrote something that someone wanted more of haha <3

part one | part two

akaashi:

akaashi likes to have his shit together and he often overthinks things

which is why after concluding that if he finished all his work in one go he’d have more time to hangout with you, he decided to do exactly that

you offered to stay with him while he worked but he knew that you’d end up distracting him (not in a bad way or anything) and that he most likely wouldn’t finish his work on time

so you were temporarily banned from his place until he was done

but you were bored and pouty so you complained to bokuto, knowing he would understand your over-exaggerated reaction

he texted you immediately ‘whaaattt ?? i’m coming over right now!!!’

he showed up ten minutes later to your house, snacks in hand, ready to keep you company and playfully complain about your boyfriend and his best friend 

he insisted on sending him snaps of the two of you pouting at the camera, ‘how could you abandon this cute face, akaashi???’

his arm was wrapped around you and his face was smushed against yours but honestly he didn’t mean to make akaashi jealous, he was just being himself, completely playful and dramatic 

akaashi wasn’t planning on opening the messages since bokuto was always spamming him but when he took a five minute break, he opened them just in case they were important today 

when he saw his best friend practically cuddling you, his brows furrowed and a scowl made it’s way onto his face

since you and bokuto weren’t exactly expecting a response from akaashi, you went on to do other things, showing each other tik toks, and just chatting while you waited for him to finish up. 

it was about ten minutes later that you both heard the doorbell ring. you and bokuto both turned to each other, confused.

“did you order food?” you asked.

“no, i was gonna ask if you did? cause i’m starving––”

“well then who’s that...” you muttered to yourself as you got up to answer the door, bokuto cowering behind you, mumbling about if it was a murderer, phone in hand, ready to call the cops. you can imagine your surprise when you opened the door to find your boyfriend standing there, a scary serious look on his face. 

you blinked in shock, but before you could say anything, bokuto stepped in front of you. “hey hey hey! took you long enough buddy! i was keeping y/n company while you banned her from your house. how could you do that by the way––ow!”

your eyes widened as akaashi smacked bokuto’s head. “shut up bokuto. you can go now.”

bokuto pouted dramatically, “aw what?? we were about to order food,” he turned back to you. “right y/n?” 

suddenly the boy was yanked back and out of the house, a yelp jumping from his throat abruptly and akaashi was standing next to you. “you have food at your own house, why don’t you go there.” he shut the door without another word and turned to face you, ignoring the whining on the other side of the door. 

“what––what are you doing here?” you looked up at him, confused and slightly in awe as he placed his hands on your cheeks and tilted your head to look up at him, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently. 

“wanted to be with you.” he gave you a small smile but you responded with an adorable confused pout.

“but what about your work––”

“i’ll just do it tomorrow, it is saturday after all.” 

“hey when i said that you still insisted on working.” you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes curiously. “was it because bokuto was here?” 

he looked away, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you laughed. “you know you’re a terrible liar when it comes to me.” 

he slid his hands down to your arms and placed them around his neck before gripping your waist under your shirt. you gasped softly at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin and he smirked down at you. he leaned in until his lips were grazing yours. “again, i have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

before you could even think of a response, his hands were pulling you flush against him and his lips were on yours, taking your breath away. you moaned into the kiss and he groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin as he slid his tongue into your mouth expertly.

just as you got lost in his touch, you heard a small voice from outside. “so are you guys gonna let me back in?”

suna:

so suna is a lazy boy, we know that

and he likes to nap a lot

sometimes he’s just so tired that he forgets to text you before he naps

and today you’re supposed to hang out with him but around 3pm he stopped answering, so you knew he was taking his usual afternoon nap and if you went by his place, he wouldn’t be able to answer the door

so you decided to go out and get some snacks on the way to his house, planning to take your sweet time and let your boy rest

by coincidence, you ran into atsumu at the shop and he insisted on staying with you... and eating some of suna’s snacks 

it’s about a little while later that you make your way over to suna’s place, texting him to make sure he’s awake

when suna opened his door, the subtle smile dropped from his face when he realized you’re not alone. he raised a brow and looked over to his friend, “i don’t remember inviting you.” 

you pursed your lips, scolding your boyfriend’s bluntness. “suna–”

atsumu shrugged, a grin on his face. “i was keeping your girl company and thought i’d be a gentleman and walk her over here.” 

suna raked his eyes over atsumu lazily, clearly unamused. “yeah thanks. you can go now.” 

the blonde pouted dramatically. “oh what? come on, you’re not gonna invite me in?” he put his arm around you and gave you puppy dog eyes. “come on y/n, convince him for me?” 

you managed to turn for a split second to realize how close he had gotten to you before you were pulled out of his arms and into the warmth of the house. you blinked and suddenly you were under suna’s arm, facing a wide-eyed atsumu. 

next thing you know, the door was shutting in his face. you turned to suna and he simply shrugged and took the bag from your hands. “you brought snacks,” he smirked. “you’re the best.” he put it down on the table and tilted his head as he looked down at you curiously, trying to seem nonchalant, but his narrowed eyes gave him away. “why were you with him?” 

you tried to hide your smirk as you answered him. “went to get you some snacks while you were asleep and ran into him at the shop.”

his eyes reduced down to slits as he watched the playful look in your eyes. “why?” you smiled. “were you jealous?” 

he walked over to you slowly and slid his hand up to your neck, gripping it softly but firmly as he tilted your head up towards him. he made a show of trailing his eyes down from yours to your lips and keeping them there, making your breath hitch in anticipation. 

“less talking, more moaning.” he pressed his lips against yours possessively and had you melting and giving in immediately. whatever he wants, he gets. you knew that better than anyone.

tsukishima:

if you don’t believe that tsuki is a dry texter or that he would leave your ass on delivered for several days––i have some news for you

so let’s say it’s a saturday afternoon and while normally you hang out with tsuki basically every weekend, you also know that he was in a pissy mood earlier so you let him cool off

you text him after a little while, asking if you could come over in the middle of your usual tik tok spam and he opens the text, only to leave you on read (only seeing the tik toks, not the actual message)

you just brush it off, thinking he’s still in a mood and decide to find someone else to hangout with

that person just so happens to be tadashi

you two had gotten closer ever since you started dating tsuki so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend time together

it’s just that normally it would you, tadashi and tsuki

so you can imagine your boyfriend’s surprise when he opens snap to see you and his best friend smiling on your story

he frowns but tries not to let it get to him (spoiler, he fails)

when an hour has passed by and you still haven’t texted him or anything he gives in and messages you first, a blunt ‘when are you coming.’ 

you take that as a sign that he finally wants you to come over and since you and tadashi were ready to wrap things up, you make your way over to your boyfriend’s house

almost as soon as you knock on the door, it’s pulled open and you look up to see tsuki looking down at you, his brow raised. it’s silent for a few seconds and you tilt your head in confusion, why did he look annoyed?

before you could say anything he spoke up, “tadashi’s not with you anymore?”

you shook your head. “no––oh i’m sorry should i have invited him?”

he scoffed only confusing you further and without another word, he took your hand and pulled you into the house. still silent, he took your jacket for you and put your shoes away as well. you smiled up at him when he stood up straight and you could see the slight blush he was trying to hide.  

he walked ahead to sit on his couch and you followed, choosing to sit with a little space between the two of you, since he hadn’t seemed to cool off completely yet and you knew how much he valued personal space. little did you know, you were only making things worse. 

he stared at you, brows furrowed and you stared back, eyes curiously wide. “why are you all the way over there?” 

you smiled and got up to sit in his lap, feeling satisfied as he opened his arms up for you to get settled. you kissed his cheek and looked at him. “i know i saw you yesterday, but i missed you today, you know?” 

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure.” 

“don’t roll your eyes at me,” you laughed. “you’re the one who didn’t wanna hang out with me.” 

he paused. “what are you talking about?”

“i asked you if i could come over and you left me on read.” you played with his hair mindlessly as you spoke. “but it’s okay, i know you get cranky sometimes.” you smiled fondly but he was serious as ever.

“i didn’t leave you on read?”

“yeah you did.” you tilted your head. “i thought you did it on purpose.” he frowned and you took your phone and scrolled through your conversation, before showing him the text you’d sent hours before. he read over the text and blinked a few times before looking away. he tightened his hold around you slightly. 

“i’m sorry... i didn’t see.” 

you put your hand on his cheek and made him look up at you. “aw baby is that why you’ve been so moody since i got here? you thought i didn’t wanna spend time with you?” 

he swallowed as he looked into your eyes, the vulnerability he was trying to hide in his gaze telling you everything you needed to know. “tsuki, you know i always wanna be with you.” you smiled and pressed your lips against his for a gentle kiss which he clearly appreciated. his hand gripped your thigh firmly as his other arm pulled you closer to him to prolong the kiss. 

when you pulled away, he looked up at you. “do you think...you could stay over tonight?”

he tried to keep a nonchalant and unbothered exterior but once you agreed and gave him that precious smile, he couldn’t stop the small smile that spread on his face, even if he tried. 

[kunikame]

Omg you seem so into idolish7 … I’ve acc never heard of it but I looked it up and it’s not available in my area but you said it’s also a show? So maybe it’s like enstars idk but it sounds (from what you said) like it has very unique ?? characters yk? I love how passionate you sound about it tho I love when people talk about things they’re super into ^^ I do the same a lot but I also feel like I’m bothering ppl if they don’t respond with the same enthusiasm :’) esp bc I spam a LOT when I’m excited about smth I’m into so it’s nice seeing others who like to really go into detail about their interests yk?? ALSO omg fellow Dazai + Oikawa kin omg 🤝

Also, I’m sure tons of people would love listening/reading your rambles and not feel bothered at all 😊, though i def understand the fear bc i've had some experiences like that but I think it’s very endearing (if that’s the right word) as opposed to people just not being very passionate about anything in particular

I feel super cheesy sending this tbh 😭 last thing tho, do you have any song recs from it? (still not sure if it’s a show or game but songs are always great even before checking the actual thing out)

OH EM GEE HII !!!!! this made me tear up a bit in all honesty ! im so glad i piqued your interest enough to try checking i out !!!! i7 is both a game and a show ! exactly like enstars youre right !!! (you can get the game on qooapp if youd like to try but the show is available anywhere and im pretty sure it follows the exact storyline! (atleast i hope im not missing anything HAHAHA))

i also love when people rant about their interests !! its so endearing and i love when they smile happily and get to the point of waving their arms around and its like their eyes- no, they sparkle and and its so cute i swear

i understand exactly how you feel !! i also spam when im super excited and into the topic HAHA but then i inevitably stop bc ive been told im annoying too many times to count so now its, reflex i guess?

dazai oikawa kin twinsie !!!!!!

haha yeah i know of a couple people who dont mind when i ramble, its the opposite and they actually encourage me to talk to them and make sure i feel safe and comfortable and like im not a bother! i still feel super guilty and annoying though so i stop shortly after starting and they have to encourage me to continue :( i love them very much <3 (it is the right word yes !! and also you can always talk to me if youd like !!!! i love listening to others nerd out about their likes !!! maybe we might even find something to gush over together :D !!)

NO NO youre always welcome on my blog this is a safe space !!!!! <3 and omg yes youre so right songs just speak louder than your own words sometimes HAHAH ill drop a song from every unit if you dont mind cuz they all have a different vibe obviously !!

my personal fav of them all is 4-ROAR by ŹOOĻ !! theyre like an antagonist unit but that song is a banger i love it sm

from i7 it has to be WiSH VOYAGE its the 1st op i think and it holds a special place in my heart, but i also love MONSTER GENERATiON since its their first song ever <3

i dont listen to TRIGGER much but i rlly like Radiance ! it gives them a whole new vibe and personally i think it fits them well :) slower songs arent a bad change every once in a while ! i feel like they really needed it after all the suggestive songs they have HAHAHA

i repeat myself but i dont listen to re:vale much either (i have favorites can you tell) but if theres a song i really like it has to be SILVER SKY ! i think it suits their vibe really well ! i also like their cover of Dis one. though it isnt their original song, to me its theirs. idk

and finally i was never rlly invested in MEZZO" (dont get me wrong i love sogo and tamaki as a duo but i7 is just.. the more complete version, yknow?) but i really like miss you... and Dear Butterfly ! i like how their voices mesh in their songs, they sound really good together i think !

[suspiciouslypinkrosegarden]

Pairing: Unknown x Non Gendered Reader (assistant)

Description: Have you ever wondered to yourself what it would be like to tickle Unknown? Sure he might kill you for it or worse…but…

Just a little something based on brainrot

I apologize for the weird spacing, I typed it on a separate space and am having trouble fixing it

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“Enjoying the show, prince(ss)?”

His voice cut through the long silence, sarcasm in his tone, the drowsy weighted feeling you began to take on listening to the rhythmic and speedy tip taps of his keyboard interrupted. Unknown’s slender fingers made their way down to curl into your hair as you sat placed upon his lap like the good little assistant you were.

Catching onto the idea he wanted you to pay attention, you picked your head up and twisted to look at the screen, admiring the handy work of his while muttering some simple praise. The RFA chat log on the monitor to your right began spamming wildly as you felt his chest puff against you, swelled with pride. It was followed by feeling his rumbles and up downs of victorious laughter, warm breathy chuckles against your neck as he leaned down closer to you. It made you shiver, and as per usual, he lapped up your reaction. He had made a win against the RFA for the night.

Tucking some hair behind your ear, your boss moved to whisper into it.

“Now isn’t the time to be resting, doll.”

He pulled away to meet your eyes.

“I’m not your pillow. Face front at all times unless I say otherwise. You are to witness this.”

You immediately apologized for your misconduct, not wanting to spoil his new good mood upon clearly making some progress. He only huffed in response, finding amusement in your fear of upsetting him. You gently shifted to turn your body more away from leaning into his to allow yourself to sit upright with better posture. Rather loosely draped around him and the back of the chair, a clingy pet he’d call you, your fingers met the sides of his waist to readjust yourself, lightly dragging forward to his stomach. In reaction to your touch, he jolted a tad, but not in a bad way from your inference. Did...you tickle him in your hovered movements? You apologized and he waved you off.

Your curiosity and knowledge that he was at least somewhat “happy” at said moment dictated your next actions. Your delicate fingers met his body right in that correct tickle spot somewhat under his ribs as you pecked his cheek. With a tiny wriggle and drag you could cover up as an odd method of doting, he reacted again. Those hypnotic eyes of his even widened momentarily.

“You’re amazing as ever, boss.”

And were you wrong? Of course not. He is amazing, and your little kiss was proof of his winning stand point. He owned their precious MC, and he was who was going to make you happy, not them. He felt you were successfully wrapped around his finger as you gave him your affections. Your heart was his to keep and toy with.

He smiled at you...but not genuinely or gently. It was as mischievous a grin you’d see on the Cheshire Cat. This scared you sure, all of him did to a degree, but you just had to know. What would happen if you were to tickle this guy? Consequences (which would DEFINITELY be large) could be handled after the fact, but the point of the matter was you wanted to hear a happy laughter from him.

So you did it, pushing aside your nerves. You wiggled your fingers into him all at once, making sure to quickly gage what elicited the best reaction. And oh boy was all of it the best.

First, his face scrunched as if to tell you off before involuntarily releasing into a smile. His body writhed to slip away from your fingers, stomach sucked tightly, but there was no escape as you weighed down his lap. Your attack caused his elbows to turn inward in protection, and even his knees came up somewhat in reaction as he attempted to huddle over. His laughter was light and airy, but the sweetness it gave was something new entirely to you. He showed you as little emotions as he could other than cockiness and anger that he could use to keep himself above you as the one who pulled your strings. It made sense no doubt, to keep “weakness” hidden within in front of the person you snatched away, but as you spent a long while with him, you yearned to see more. Something other than the occasional hot tears that followed too much elixir you were forbidden to bring up after the fact.

You stopped after less than 30 seconds, your fears telling you not to keep going on much longer. Now that you had stopped though...well...that meant it was time to face the consequences. Unknown coughed as he regained his breath, wiping away tears before straightening to snarl at you still panting.

“The hell, assistant? You think you’re so fucking funny as to try something like that?”

He leaned in to use his size and position against you as your breathing picked up in pace. He cupped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his intense glare.

“You don’t have permission to touch me like that...or try anything like that.”

There was a low “growl” in the back of his throat to warn you he meant business.

“Haha..you enjoy stepping out of line, don’t you? You have a death wish…”

Yeah...maybe you did. You spoke, “I just didn’t realize you were so ticklish when I touched you, boss.”

“Ticklish, huh?”

He pulled you in closer by the waist with a tight grip before both of his hands loosened to tease your sides with a drag up and down.

“Let’s see who’s really the ticklish one here. Curiosity killed the cat, you know?”

[siredsong]

🎮 30 Questions Tag Game 🎮

Tagged by my love @knjsnoona 🥺 thank you ameliaaaa 😘😘😘

name/nickname: leeba

star sign: taurus

height: 170 cm

birthday: april

favorite band: ahhh way too many !!! but bts <3 

time: 4:25 pm

favorite solo artist: ooo also way too many but some of my faves are bruno major, brent faiyaz, charlie burg, clairo, dpr ian, zico, dean, eloise, billie, finneas, giveon, harry styles, jaden, joji, kendrick lamar, kali uchis, lorde, miley cyrus, mitski, olivia rodrigo, omar apollo, pink sweat$, role model, ruel, sza, sik-k, troye sivan, tyler the creator, willow, and yenkee :) haha just to name a few....

song stuck in your head: lucy by yenkee

last movie you watched: harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban 

free space!: umm i love u guys haha thanks for sticking around even tho im annoying as fUCK ;p 

last show: doom at your service! and that was a whileee ago so need to start a new one asap 

when i created this blog: it’s been almost 3 weeks!! which is crazy cause it feels like i’ve been here for a while 

what i post: i mostly shit post lol but i make mood boards and i’m thinking about writing soon...maybee

last thing i googled: i may have wanted to spell check to make sure i was spelling azkaban correctly haha so i googled harry potter 3 😭 

other blogs: @leebsrecs which is a side blog for fic recs and such but currently i just reblog a bunch of fics that i want to read haha will start writing fic recs soon tho so stay tuned! 

do i get asks?: uhhh occasionally but not much no! but i do love getting them so so very much, literally every single one is special 

why i chose my url?: there was something that i saw a while back that was called sired sadist and i had always thought it sounded very cool but i’m not a sadist lol so i wanted to change it to something that related to me so siredsong came into existence since i love music and singing so very much. i’m not sure if i should change it tho since it isn’t bts related or anything but i like it at the moment :) 

following: i’m following soo many people, i would not be able to name them all but i’m following a bunch of amazing writers and mood board/gif creators!! my dash is always full of amazing content, i love it :) 

followers: 91 last time i checked!! which i think is absolutely crazy since i haven’t been here very long! thank you to every last one of u for clicking that follow button 🥺 i have no clue why u would want to since i literally spew shit all the time but thank you all the same 🥰

average hours of sleep: umm around 7-8 hours of sleep as of late since i’m home for the summer but usually 5-6 hours 

lucky number: i don’t have one but i like the number 23 a lot 

instruments: i can’t play anything well but i’ve been trying to learn how to play piano!! 

what am i wearing?: leggings and a t-shirt lol bumming out at home as per usual

dream job: doctor at the moment but if i was living my ideal life i would really love to do something with music

favorite food: i love all kinds of food but the fucking crunchwrap supreme from taco bell is. my. shit 😩😩😩

tea or coffee: coffee! i do love tea a lot but i make coffee literally every day haha

nationality: american....lmaooo yea ur not getting anything more than that...yet 

favorite song: HAHA bold of u to assume i’d be able to choose a favorite, there are way too many beautiful songs out there, i could never choose just one 

last book i read: little women

top three fictional universes i would like to live in: oh definitely the harry potter world, terabithia, and narnia

tagging: @smasmashin @memphisfaith @secretum-scriptor @pjmsdior @jungkooksbroski @vantezza @kookiecrumb @taeshuworld @oasiswithmyg @yuniixoxo @taegularities @cythjk @xpeachesncream @xjoonchildx @moresarcasm @intokook @dulcehobi @moon-write @sunshinerainbowsbts @midknight-marauder @disvease @peachyyoongs @pitchblackserein @kkookiee and whoever else wants to do this!!

ahhh sorry for the tag spam, feel free to ignore haha and lmk if u want me to stfu <3 

[melohax]

Ok so I just realized that I can send long ask so I will just copy paste my last meta here, it will kinda be a mumble jumbo wall of text so I hope you don’t mind

I have never personally perceived what shadow Basil said about us as he was deeming is as cruel or evil toward them tbh. Shadow Basil seems to be there to ground Sunny back to reality more by recalling him of the past and calling out his escapism to me more. Him saying “but after everything, you left me” is less him calling out on Sunny being evil toward him but more on him calling out how Sunny just mentally completely shut off from reality, him dropped out of school irl and become shut in paralleling to him building an entire imaginary world on “black space” and suppressing the black space as the light bulb locking other half of Basil who knows away, leaving Basil both irl and in dream to be left alone dealing with his own guilt.

You talking about Basil irl and black space Basil occasionally has the same overlapping dialogues of “will you forgive me?”/“do you hate me?” also raised up possibility of Basil irl has also said these to Sunny in the past thus his manifestation saying the same thing to him. Basil in dream world acting completely carefree and sweet is more of him just want to live in his idealistic, good old day of the past tbh (evidence in how 4 years have passed yet the citizen in the dream world never age, dream HERO still 15 years old haha why are you so small) and Omori acting “cold” or “strange” isn’t entirely exclusive to Basil either since we saw the same instance with Mari who was trying to guide Sunny to the truth at the beginning of Last Resort arc, as he is the manifestation guardian who “guards” Sunny’s psych so to speak and the irl instance where Sunny hurt Basil is when them both are in panic and fist fight each other to dead so I think it’s an understandable reaction tbh SFGHVJBK.

There is a lot more but the biggest reason why a large part of me feeling like Sunny doesn’t exactly “hate” or blame Basil for anything he did is also because the way the narration portray him coping with thing, he completely and utterly rejects it, denies it from being real, being “I do not see it” (the closet door lead to the toy book with his broken violin completely disappeared irl in his pov despite other character still comment about it, when Basil was tying the noose to uh do the thing Sunny chose to pretend that he did not see what was happening, when he witnesses Basil’s death in one of the bad end if you try to interact with the door lead to Basil’s room again it will completely disappear with Sunny notes that “there is nothing there”) than blaming it on someone or something else and when he finally forced to face the truth he just blames himself the most, how he just took away everyone happiness irrc

ALSO SORRY AGAIN FOR A LONG WALL OF TEXT AFHJGJJ

Yeah, I’ve already talked in my other posts about Sunny’s coping through extreme avoidance and how it intertwines with him burying the truth in his subconscious and so forth. It doesn’t cancel out how his subconscious does see the truth to the point that Blackspace keeps leaking into Dream world.

Daddy Longlegs mentions this, how Sunny and Omori do all they can to pretend they don’t see the truth, repressing as much as possible BUT Blackspace still ends up leaking into the Dream world regardless.

As much as Sunny’s mind keeps working to get rid of all that hurts him, blackspace keeps seeping into his dreams and yet he still seeks Dream Basil out when he disappears from his mind. This is counterproductive in that it interferes with his own coping mechanisms of “I do not see it” and Omori’s attempts at defending his mind. It tells us that Sunny’s thoughts and feelings are conflicted, he both wants to suppress the truth while his mind simultaneously has him trying to save the person that represents said truth to him.

Sunny and Omori want to keep the good parts of Basil in his dream, the parts that remind him of the good ol days of innocent childhood. Meanwhile, he tries locking away the parts of Basil’s existence that hurt him (Basil giving him the Mari idea, Basil hanging Mari, the monsters Basil sees etc etc) but he always fails.

Daddy Longlegs, the Blackspace void people and the tree in the deepest well tells us Sunny’s mind has never been able to separate his ideal Basil from the parts of Basil that force him to acknowledge what happened.

I kinda also disagree with your other arguments too tbh.

Like I said before, monsters with Basil’s dialogue keep calling Sunny a liar (like the one on the train) and Sunny’s subconscious he tries to represskeeps focusing on how he hurts Dream Basil: Basil telling him he doesn’t feel safe, the invisible shadows in the main room of Blackspace calling Omori and Sunny evil, commenting on Sunny’s mistreatment of Basil and their fears that he’ll do something to real world Basil if he’s not “uncorrupted”.

Sunny’s mind specifically clings to Basil’s “do you hate me?” + his apologies for a reason. Real Basil very likely said these things to Sunny this mind keeps going back to it for a reason. Mari commenting on Omori being cold isn’t the same at all cus Basil commented on it in a context where he was about to be killed and his next words are about how he doesn’t feel safe with Sunny.

When I talk of dream Basil’s almost angelic persona, I don’t mean just him being the way he was in the “good old childhood days” all carefree and sweet. I’m talking about things like how even when he’s being killed, Sunny portrays Basil in his mind as still trying to be kind, understanding and passive even to the things actively hurting him (like how Dream Basil keeps trying to be nice to the spiders even while they’re eating him alive).

Real life Basil isn’t only made of infinite beatific patience like Dream Basil is. He cries, gets angry and really upset at times, tells Sunny it’s not fair that Sunny left him behind. Basil calls Sunny out on lying about promising to always be there for each other and begs in desperation for Sunny not to leave him, once again coming back to him asking “Do you hate me?”.

Dream Basil is also shown as very helpless and someone who would never resort to violence. This is shown not to be true in the real world.

Basil will resort to violence if he feels it’s absolutely necessary to protect the person he loves, like how he physically attacks Sunny at the end, possibly gouging Sunny’s eye out in the process. Basil does this believing he’s genuinely going to save Sunny from the “Something” behind him so it shows he’s not just this eternally passive, soft, helpless being Sunny’s mind portrays him as.

Real Basil is willing to do anything it takes (including resorting to physical violence) if its for the sake of the person he loves most. It’s a contrast to how Sunny in his dreams goes as far as putting his ideal of Basil on this pedestal of “purity” at times. This goes back to how one the invisible strangers walking in Blackspace void tells Omori it hopes real Basil is uncorrupted or else it fears what Sunny will do to him.

Then there’s shadow Basil. He doesn’t just “ground” Sunny, he also reminds Sunny of the consequences his actions have on others. This shows that Sunny’s subconscious (Blackspace) acknowledges the truth even though real Sunny keeps trying to pretend it’s not there and Omori keeps trying to bury it.

These are all parts of Basil that Sunny doesn’t want to see and that he keeps trying to lock away deep in Blackspace so that only his perfect version of Basil remains in his mind. All of the trouble Sunny goes through to shut his eyes and yet when Omori finds Basil in the alternate rooms in Blackspace, it’s as if Sunny’s mind keeps trying to guilt trip itself over how he’s been treating Basil by showing Basil constantly suffering and dying in horrible ways.

So imo the points you made are easily attributed not only to extreme avoidance but also to entangled feelings of hatred, love, fear and pain. Sunny isn’t a completely innocent character when it comes to his mind and certain actions (being able to stab real world Aubrey and stuff) but that’s ok. It doesn’t mean he’s simply a villain, it just means he’s complex and with complicated emotions the same as most human beings.

Of course at the end Sunny blames himself the most, I talked about this in my first post too. It’s by then that he’s accepted his main role in the tragedy with Mari (the fact it was an accident, Basils good intentions, why he isolated himself, etc) and he’s moving towards facing the most painful parts of it. That’s part of the whole point.

None of this means Sunny generally just cruel or callous, of course. Again, I’ve already said before that this doesn’t make Sunny objectively “evil” or anything of the sort. His own mind is the one calling him evil due to all his guilt and so on.

Also P.S. Please be mindful and don’t spam my inbox with so many messages tho 😣 I got this entire message sent thrice in my inbox and then you also sent it as a submission and then you also sent a few other asks as well all in the span of one day. They were all kinda the same subject over and over too.

If it’s tumblr being fucky and sending that many messages repeatedly, I understand and it’s ok but then I’d rather you come off anon instead cus boy it spams.

[crazyw3irdo]

would you like to rant to me about the mr iplier sonas

yknow what i was just spamming my brother with my nonsense adwm theories yesterday is surprisingly relevant

so i was rewatching adwm yesterday (aka i went to get the chocolate ending and nothing else) and i’m pretty sure cc!mark’s said that any ego content from before wkm is like. dubiously canon at best and dark’s whole backstory wasn’t written at the time so he had completely different motivations but there’s one line from the “horror” video that has consumed by thoughts

cause like. dude. the implications.

cause just. if we go back to the “life is” parallel in wkm then damien’s is “life is ours to choose”

and those are just. wildly different outlooks on choice huh. so. i have three theories here.

1. celine is in control at this point. thanks to the timeline being fucked six ways to sunday we have no idea what the “right” order of events is because, y’know, there is no “right” order of events. everything is happening in a different order for everyone. well, aside from wkm coming first, at least. so we have no clue whether this came before celine “went to sleep” in DAMIEN or not. but celine is a lot angrier than damien, so that’d explain why dark is so aggressive in this one, especially compared to how he is in heist. it’s a difference in ideology between them that’s pretty evident in DAMIEN. she’s angry. she’s tired. she wants it to be over. y/n having a choice in the matter is another hurdle she has to overcome that she really doesn’t want to deal with.

2. damien is in control and something happened to make him pissed. this theory mostly just comes from trying to make sense of the timeline- cause in the true ending of heist, c!mark is wearing the same suit he wears in date and then he asks y/n on a date. but the thing is, at the beginning of date he acts like he doesn’t know them/us??

so either this is once again timeline shenanigans or the date c!mark asks y/n in the true heist ending is just. something completely different. but focusing back on the implications of damien being in control of dark- maybe he’s been exposed to c!mark’s “games” too much and become bitter, maybe he’s fully leaning into the role c!mark assigned him in DAMIEN, maybe this is a corruptive influence that dark force that was tampering with markiplier manor had on damien and celine when they took our body- i am realizing now that anyone who reads this without knowing markiplier lore will be very confused but yknow what that’s fine. i don’t exactly believe this theory here, given it’s a pretty extreme leap from the other times we’ve seen damien in control, but hey, space is coming out this year! who knows what dark content we’ll see!

3. this means nothing. this isn’t canon. date was made before dark had a backstory and his motivations aren’t to get revenge on c!mark because of wkm yet. maybe cc!mark made damien’s “life is” that to show that date was wrong. maybe he didn’t intend for the overlap at all. this is. possibly very likely. however this dialogue will still be consuming my thoughts.

okay. theories out of the way, i do want to quickly gush about yancy because i can’t help myself

so in the date ending where you get to see dark you have to go to a theatre and see this play

haha get it? darkiplier? dark mark? yeah yeah but also take a look at yancy’s knuckle tattoos

“DARK MARK”

like i 100% believe cc!mark is just making the same joke twice but i already have so many headcanons about my boy that i WILL add “yancy is a big fan of the play the dark mark and got knuckle tattoos to be a subtle theatre kid” to the list. also wtf is the original play supposed to be before dark interrupts it. why is there a skeleton in a snapback with a bloody banjo. where can i see this play

[mxvladdy]

Sleeping HC

A little somethin-somethin while I’m beating my brain into submission to work on my larger fics. 

Lucifer

He comes to bed MUCH later than you, if at all. Pulls a lot of all-nighters in his office.

You offer to keep him company on the couch but nah. You drool in your sleep and if you stain his couch he will have to punish you.

As you stay over more and more he will allow you to come closer. If you are romantically inclined he will indulge himself in your warmth and body by letting you sleep on his lap while he works. Your heartbeat thumping away steadily and minty breath tickling his nape is soothing.

If you can drag him to bed (major kudos), he’s out before his head hits the pillow, so there isn’t much cuddling or getting to sleep close to him.

You can hold his hand in his sleep though. It’s cute when he subconsciously holds your hand back.

You normally wake up alone. He has morning meetings and can’t stay. But he will allow you to get a few extra hours of zzz’s.

Mammon

Pfffft. Like he would want to sleep in the same bed as you.

Please for the love of all things unholy sleep in the same bed as him.

He is a big cuddler the moment the door is shut. As soon as the lock clicks his dragging to the bed.

The couch is his favorite place to sleep until you started sharing his space. He hated how big his bed was when he’s alone. It is a lot of empty space and makes him feel lonely.

He hordes pillows of all types around his place and likes to sleep surrounded by them.

Tell no one but he loves being the little spoon. Yes, wrap him in your scent. He will smother his face in the crook of your neck as he drifts off.  

He snores.

Leviathan

Does this boy sleep?

The world may never know. You sure as hell won’t.

He loves having you in his room watching him play some random hyper fixation of the week. He talks a mile a minute about the stats and bonus items.

You try to stay up and watch, but as the hours tick by you drift off leaning against his tub wrapped in some blankets.

LOL- Be ready to be spammed with pics of you passed out on the floor.

But after he’s gotten his chuckles he’ll scoop you up and tuck you into his tub-nest.

He’ll spend the rest of the night playing his games on mute.

Satan

Aside from Lucifer, he is the most subdued of the bunch. Nighttime is his favorite time because it’s (usually) blissfully quiet.

He’ll invite you in if you wanna sleep or just talk till you are tired enough to head back to your room.

If you want to stay and sleep he’ll let you take the bed while he reads a few more chapters in his favorite chair.

He has lots of pillows too. He, like Mammon, likes the comfort of being surrounded by pillows and the feeling of being cocooned while he reads himself to sleep.

IDK, but I headcanon the idea that he eats in bed while reading and probably has some crumbs in there lol. So after you dust the crumbs away and tuck yourself in you drift off almost instantly.

His room is cool and he always has a window open to let in the evening breeze and the sound of the water fountains outside mix really well with his gramophone. Even after you fall asleep he’ll start reading to you out loud. For no particular reason, he just finds it comforting.

Asmodeus

Look, listen. He loves you, he really really does.

But if you fuck with his sleep schedule he might just maim you.

If you wanna sleep in the same bed as him you better show up an hour before his bedtime. If you don’t-welp- door is locked and the boy is doing his nightly routine without you.

But if you show up on time he’ll treat you to some of his expensive products or you two can mix and match your nightly skincare routines.

He has a super fancy oil diffuser that on nights when you sleepover he lets you pick the scents. His favorites are lavender and a mix ylang-ylang and cedarwood.

Beelzebub

Not the best option for a sleepover.

Not because he isn’t the biggest cuddler of the 7. But because he is a light sleeper.

Between the midnight munchies and his constantly growling stomach, it can be hard for him to settle down to sleep.

Bring snacks with you and it’ll help. When he runs out, most nights he’ll try to suffer through it so you can get some sleep. But, once you catch on and scold him he learns to just get up and get something to eat.

Starts giving you piggyback rides to the kitchens so you can go with him. You still get to snooze and the promise of snacks. Bonus.

Might as well bring a sleeping back with you to the kitchens while you’re at it. Lucifer’s wrath be damned.  

Belphegor

Haha. Just hop in. 99% chance he wouldn’t even stir.

He knows your scent so you could never surprise him by just rolling up and coming in for a snuggle.

He is a mini furnace. Between his hoodie and mountain of pillows, you really don’t need a blanket.

Doesn’t move once he is asleep and it is impossible to move him. If you are cuddling before he falls asleep you’re stuck there till he wakes up.

You will miss your morning class. But that’s your own fault. You knew what you were signing up for when crawling into bed with him.

[tothedarkdarkseas]

You've done most/least favorite Murdoc and Stu illustrations, but how about: Most and least favorite Murdoc and Stu dynamics in an illustration?

Whenever I have to find artwork, I go through this massive Google drive which has a lot of older artwork, but stops somewhere in phase 5 and has nothing after that-- so by no means is this a comprehensive list, I just can't remember anything that portrays them together in a significant way after that to seek out. Behind the cut so I don't spam your dash!

I was pleasantly surprised to find there were many more I liked than disliked-- I think most of my disliked art is either solo or a group shot where the two aren't significantly interacting.

(I've also discovered while trying to make this post that Tumblr is now apparently enforcing "only 10 images per post" even in the answer to a question or text post, which is rubbish. I'll work around it.)

This is a classic one and just has an unusually non-manic, non-sensationalized feeling to it which is right up my alley. I love this style and the watercolors and ink, I'd like to see it again.

Love Stu's awful face and his pipecleaner arm draped over Murdoc. I love how huge Stu's paws look-- I just have to pretend Murdoc's look smaller and sharper than they really do here, haha.

As you may recall, the solo version of this Stu art is like, my favorite ever. It is so unhinged. The hammer! Holding the ciggie that way! The sunglasses and smirk! It is... cool guy drug stuff, you have to assume. But I do love this Murdoc as well, and appreciate that you could see them as in-sync bothering Jamie and Damo, or just looking right past them to squabble with each other. (PS- "Jarvis: See His Plums!")

*burning hair smell*

This doesn't have much of a "dynamic" to it I suppose, but it's unique.

Murdoc's face does detract from what could otherwise look like a fairly serious bit of artwork (...ignoring the planes and guns and robot as well, of course) but I think it's worth including. I do love the "neon rot" aesthetic of Plastic Beach, but I like that this takes a much more muted and therefore somber-looking color palate, yet it shows the two seeming more comfortable together than I actually believe they were.

This is cheating a bit as it looks like it's from one of the little 360-degree house tour things, but I will count it!

I just enjoy the pure chaos of this picture.

I have to trim one more picture here to fit under the 10-photo limit, so I'll downgrade this to an honorable mention: I do really love this artwork, and to me it has a definite vibe, I can feel a dynamic around their characters that really matches my characterization, but I suppose it doesn't really show their shared dynamic exactly.

Least favorite is a brief list:

This is definitely an all-time least favorite for me. The dynamic at play is obviously at ends with my preferred one, but the height fuckery is equally to blame. Stu is not that small! Murdoc is not that big! This is an outrage!

I don't get particularly upset about any of the cartoon violence as I take it all to just be slapstick, and it's not present as either a comedic or serious thing in any of my own work; I just think of the two things as totally removed from each other and that, for me, is fine. But still, if asked I'd say I don't love how buff and angry the sketches for Murdoc in this storyboard look, nor how small and pitiful Stu is. I just don't find it to be an especially exciting or interesting dynamic.

I am out of photo space, but special mention goes to the dog lead picture I guess-- I don't hate it really, I think Stu looks quite peeved so I can work with the idea of this being a photoshoot and Murdoc's talked them into this photo against Stu's wishes (and he's gonna be in a foul mood all day because of it, and probably spit in Murdoc's drink) but y'know, I suppose I don't like what it's done for The Culture around the ship, haha. If I'm being candid about that! But I think there are some quotes that have done worse than that picture did, so it's not a massive source of ire.

[amjustagirl]

nikki???? u followed me??? pLEASE??? to say I've been spazzing since I got the notification is an understatement 😭

I've been trying to make time for myself if that counts HAHAHAHAH the school paper sadly cannot run itself and required attention even before the school year started, which was both expected and exciting, yet still a bit daunting 😂

I managed to go through all of your posts I missed, hence the spam of notifications.. I'm sorry if I blew up your phone HAHAHAHA but I'm really glad i did look through everything because I learned quite a bit about you! It's really nice how I can now associate hobbies and a profession with a person I look up to! (You looked so beautiful in your dresses, by the way! Don't let those aunties get to you, you look amazing the way you are! Though I do understand that all us asian females have to live with their outdated mindsets around, I much rather think about the fact that the amount of women raising each other's confidences is rising and there are a bunch of progressive aunties and grandmas out there <33)

I also saw that mr. Nikki is out for military service, I hope he's staying safe and that you aren't feeling too lonely. Do you get to talk to him while he's away? I hope the Bokuto fic kept you company even for a little bit (speaking of,, IM SO EXCITED FOR IT!!).

I'm so excited for you to start your new job tomorrow, I hope it goes great! I know you'll do fantastic. Please remember to keep safe and hydrated always!

much love, yenyen :>

ps... a couple of asks about your fics might come in because I managed to read and reread a couple that I haven't sent asks about yet hehehe aND THE BOKUTO SNIPPET WAS SO ADORABLE... so Bokuto T_T... I really can't wait especially since you're excited about it too!!

Hello yenyen!! Yeah I did follow you back hehe. Its great to hear you taking time for yourself, its something that we oftentimes forget! And break your large tasks into smaller tasks so you'll trick your stress into relaxing when you tick off some of the smaller tasks off!

Don't worry abt the spam or the asks - I find them v sweet and I treasure every ask you send! Haha I think I talk too much on this space 😂😂 but yeah Asian aunties man, there's no pleasing them. We gotta raise each other up! The world is hard enough on us as it is.

Let's hope you (and everyone else) enjoys the bokuto fic!!!