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i-dared-myself · 5 days ago

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Both of Theirs, but Not Allowed

Seonghwa x reader x Hongjoong

In which Seonghwa and Hongjoong like the friend they’re not supposed to.

18+

“So my friend is coming over,” Yeosang casually says. He stretches out on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “And absolutely no one is allowed to fuck her.”

Seonghwa clicks his tongue and motions to Yeosang’s legs. “Feet off the furniture.”

“And why are you so sure we’d sleep with her?” San asks, raising an eyebrow. He shifts and crosses his legs at the ankles, splayed out on the floor.

“She’s just…” Yeosang trails off, eyes flicking to Mingi. “Don’t have sex with her, okay? I don’t want any of you to break her heart.”

Mingi scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Firstly, you seem very sure that we’re all going to want her. Secondly, it’s just sex. It doesn’t have to be more.”

Yeosang huffs in frustration. “You’ll see when you meet her. Just… Off limits, okay?”

Seonghwa smiles softly, sitting on the armrest of the couch. “Don’t worry, Yeosang. I’m certain we can resist the temptation that is your friend.” His words are tinged with a mocking tone, and his eyes glint.

Hongjoong chuckles, looking up from his phone to finally join the conversation. “We get it, Yeosang. You love your friend and don’t want any of us to scar her.”

Yeosang doesn’t seem so convinced, narrowing his eyes at the group. “No, I mean it. Be nice, don’t fuck her, and oh my gosh, don’t have a crush on her.”

Jongho stands up, walking to the kitchen. He turns the stove on and pulls out a set of pots. “It’ll be fine. Just have her over and we’ll be normal.”

Yunho winces. “Right. Normal.”

So when you come over, they all go weak at the knees. Yeosang warned them, but it wasn’t good enough.

The doors opens, and you’re standing there. Yeosang drags you inside, and you stumble in behind him. Everyone greets you cheerily, confused by what Yeosang meant about you being hot.

You’re good-looking, but they’re not drooling like he had made it sound. You have wide-eyes as you survey the group and the dorms, matching adorably with the way your lips part at every word Yeosang says.

It’s like you’re entranced, hooked by every thought he has.

But again, not particularly risk-your-friendship-for fuckable.

Then you blink up at Hongjoong, smiling shyly. You duck your head, murmuring out, “Hi, Hoongjong. I- Yeosang didn’t say you’d be so, um, nice to the eyes?”

“It’s Hongjoong,” Hongjoong gently corrects. “And thank you.”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You face Yeosang, frowning at him. “Why didn’t you quiz me on their names to prepare?”

Yeosang sighs, scratching the back of his neck. “I did, remember?”

Your eyes widen. “Oh! Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Want to play Minecraft?” Yeosang points his chin to the living room, where a couple of game controllers sit. When you nod eagerly, he leads you to the couch and hands you one.

“So which button makes me destroy stuff?” you question once the game starts. You glance at Seonghwa, who’s settled next to you. “Help? Please?”

Seonghwa hums and reaches over, pressing the right button. Your character breaks the block in front of them, and you grin.

“Thank you!” you gush, flipping the controller peer at which one he pressed. “You have nice hands.”

Seonghwa swallows, watching as you play your game. You’re oblivious to the fact that you just complimented him- and he likes compliments. “Thanks.”

Wooyoung flicks the back of Yeosang’s head. “Sit on the floor. There’s not enough room on the couch for all of us. You brought your friend, so you sit on the floor.”

“No, I’ll do it!” You slide off the furniture and sit cross-legged on the ground. Yunho takes your spot on the couch, now next to Seonghwa. He misses the dirty look the older man sends him.

“That doesn’t look very comfortable,” Hongjoong remarks, gazing down at you. He pulls a pillow out from behind him and offers it to you. “Here.”

You shuffle up to your knees, crawling between his legs to take the pillow. You tip your head up, looking between your lashes. “Thank you, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong chokes for a moment, the sight of you kneeling between his legs too much. Too much and not enough. “You’re welcome.”

“Did I get your name right?” you excitedly ask. You move a bit closer, touching the insides of his thighs with your shoulders.

“Back to the game!” Yeosang snaps. “There’s zombies!”

You gasp, mouth parting in an ‘O’ with your glossy lips. Hongjoong barely stops a groan from slipping from him.

“Wait, it’s sheep that make beds, right?” You frown at Yeosang, adjusting the pillow from beneath you. “We still need some in our house.”

“Yeah. Sheep drop wool and then you use it to make beds,” Yeosang tells you, eyebrows pulling together when you just place wool on the ground. “No, that’s not…”

“I’m hungry,” Mingi complains. “Anyone want to go out for dinner?”

Yeosang pauses Minecraft, looking at you. “Hungry?”

“Yeah, but not for dinner.” You sigh heavily, tipping your head backwards and making eye contact with Hongjoong.

He swallows and leans down. “What are you hungry for, baby?”

Yeosang’s eyes lock on Hongjoong, lips tilting downwards.

“Dessert,” you answer Hongjoong, eyebrows pulling together. “What were you thinking?”

“Yeah.” Yeosang gets to his feet and takes your controller from you. He returns it to its spot on the shelf and glares at Hongjoong. “What were you thinking?”

“Let’s just have a nice dinner,” Yunho says, rolling his eyes. He knows where this evening is going, and he knows Yeosang won’t like it.

“Let me just go fix my face,” you say before jumping up. You run down the hallway before Jongho yells that the bathroom is in the other direction. You squeak before turning the right way.

Seonghwa stands and declares, “I’m going to go change.”

The others all sigh before following his lead, wandering off to put on formal clothes, or at least not sweatpants. Seonghwa waits for them to be gone before he trails after you.

You’re pouting at your reflection, trying to make the perfect winged eyeliner. But the sides aren’t matching and you’re growing frustrated.

Seonghwa wordlessly plucks it from your grasp, wiping away the still-wet lines. He applies enough pressure that it all comes off with one swipe, and he redoes it.

Seonghwa draws the perfect wings and smiles down at you, at adorable you. “Better, little one?”

You glance in the mirror again before jumping and wrapping your arms around him. “It’s so good!”

Seonghwa pats your cheek once you pull away. “Run along now, pretty thing. Yeosang’s probably searching for you.”

You grin before racing off to find your friend, and Seonghwa knows. He knows that he has to ruin you, and he knows who will gladly assist him.

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“This is a nice restaurant,” you comment as the group enters. The tables have fancy silk draped over them, and you know you won’t be able to afford this. “Yeosang…”

“Yeah?” Your friend pops up from behind Wooyoung, having gotten lost in the crowd.

“This place looks expensive,” you whisper once he’s at your side. You wring your hands nervously, bringing your thumb up to your mouth to chew nervously.

Yeosang rubs your shoulder assuringly. “I’ve got you covered.”

Hongjoong reaches over and drags your hand away from your mouth. “It’s on me, actually. I’m treating.”

Yunho grins ear to ear. “Sounds good to me.”

Seonghwa brings a napkin out from his pocket, which he just has for some reason, and wipes your hand. “Let’s grab our seats, yes?”

Somehow you end up between Seonghwa and Hongjoong, while Yeosang pouts. Apparently he had tripped and Hongjoong had swooped in to steal what would’ve been his spot. You just read your menu, oblivious to it all.

You sip at your water as you debate what to order. There’s a pasta dish that looks good, but you don’t know how to say the name of it. You really don’t want to have to say it to the waiter.

“Something catch your eye?” Seonghwa murmurs into your ear. His fingers trail down to your menu, pushing it down so he can read over it.

“Uh.” You point to the pasta dish, biting your lip anxiously. “I just- It’s hard to say.”

Seonghwa hums lowly, folding up your menu. When the waiter walks by, he flawlessly tells them what you want.

“Thank you,” you brightly say, bouncing your leg excitedly. “You’re so sweet, Seonghwa.”

His cheeks are a dusty pink as he lets the rest of the table order before saying what he wants. You look around the restaurant, leg continuing its nervous movements.

“Baby.” Hongjoong’s hand rests on your knee, applying a steady pressure. “Is something wrong?”

“What?” You whip around to face him before ducking your head shyly. “Uh, yeah. I just- There’s just, um, there’s a lot of new people here.”

“Ah.” Hongjoong’s thumb starts to move in soothing circles on your bare skin, right below your skirt. “It’s okay, little one. I can bring you home anytime you want.”

You squirm and shake your head. “I want dessert.”

He chuckles and looks around you to Seonghwa. “So do I. What do you think, Seonghwa?”

The man in question rakes his hand through his hair, humming lowly. “I can’t wait.”

You squint at them. “You must really like chocolate cake.”

Hongjoong’s hand slides further up your thigh. “No, baby.”

Seonghwa sighs, smiling fondly at you. “You’re not the brightest, are you?”

You fidget, thighs squeezing together. “I- I-“

Hongjoong retracts his hand and leans back in his chair. “Aw, it’s okay. You’d look so pretty cockdumb.”

“Like she’s not dumb already.” Seonghwa laughs under his breath, swirling the wine in his glass. His lips curl up at you. “Are you seeing anyone?”

You blink at him, squirming in your seat. “Uh, you? You’re right in front of me.”

“No, he meant if you’re dating anyone.” Hongjoong picks up his wine glass by the stem. He peers into his drink before his eyes flick back up to your face. “Answer him, little one.”

“I- No.” You shake your head and grip the fabric of your skirt. “Not right now.”

Seonghwa reaches down and smoothes his own hand over the material, getting rid of any wrinkles you may have caused. “Yeosang watches after you so carefully, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah.” You glance over at your friend, who’s deep in conversation with Mingi. “He’s so nice.”

“It’s because you’re so cute.” Hongjoong cups your cheek. “You know that, right?”

You duck your head again, but Seonghwa tilts your head back up with two fingers. He smiles, lips slanting into a seductive expression.

“Have you had sex before?” he murmurs. He looks past you to Hongjoong before returning his attention to you.

“Y-Yeah,” you stutter out. You bite at the tip of your index finger, stomach twisting in a way that’s not unpleasant.

Hongjoong draws your finger away from your mouth. “Baby-“

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”Yeosang’s voice cuts through the little bubble the three of you have created. His expression is furious as he gets to his feet, chair screeching behind him.

You blink at him, eyebrows pulling together. “They were just asking me if I’ve had sex before.”

“Nuh-uh!” Yeosang marches over, glaring at the two of them. They don’t even look sheepish. “You know the rules!”

“What rules?” You frown at him, not understanding what he’s talking about.

“Sorry,” Hongjoong says. He tucks his hands neatly in his lap, expression neutral as he gazes at your friend. “We were just trying to get to know her.”

Seonghwa nods along and under the table his fingers press against your clothed pussy. “It won’t happen again. We wouldn’t want to break her heart, after all.”

Your stomach flutters at the sensations Seonghwa is creating. “I- I’m sorry, Yeosang.”

His expression softens. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you, just these two assholes.”

Dinner arrives, and you eagerly dig into your pasta. It’s delicious and you finish it quickly.

“Do you want dessert, or do you want to come back with us?” Seonghwa mutters lowly into your ear.

You shiver as his breath ghosts the shell of your ear. “I wanna go with you.”

Hongjoong pays the cheque before everyone files out the door and you call a cab.

“Where are you going?” Yeosang asks you as you step away from the group.

“Home.” You hug him goodbye, waiting until he’s out of sight to face Hongjoong and Seonghwa. “So, uh-“

Seonghwa dips his head down to kiss you. It’s soft and sweet. His lashes flutter as he pulls away.

Before you regain your breath, Hongjoong is grabbing you by the back of your neck and kissing you fiercely.

“The cab is here,” Seonghwa says, breaking you and Hongjoong out of your trance. The three of you pile into it and you give the driver directions to your apartment, impatient for the night to come.

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Hongjoong drapes himself across your armchair, propping an elbow up on an armrest. He uses it to rest his chin on his fist as he gazes at you with hooded eyes.

Seonghwa perches himself on the other armrest, crossing his legs. He reaches over to squeeze Hongjoong’s shoulder. “How are we doing this, hmm?”

You stand at the edge of the carpet that goes under the furniture. You’re unsure of where they want you, or how this is going to work.

“Ah.” Hongjoong runs his tongue along his upper row of teeth. “Baby, bend over the couch.”

You do as he says and walk over to the couch. You can feel their eyes on you as you tip over so your weight is on your hips, supported by the armrest. You’re on the tips of your toes like this, head tilted to the side to see them.

“Good,” Hongjoong praises. He nudges Seonghwa, giving you a pointed look. “Go prep her.”

Seonghwa glides over to you, leaning over you so your bodies are pressed together. “Do you think you’ll go cockdumb, little one? When you’re stuffed full of us, mind going blank?”

You whimper, feeing him grind up against you.

“I said to prep her,” Hongjoong sharply interrupts, “not to rub your dick on her.”

Seonghwa sighs and rocks back on his heels to give you space. “Very well, then. Pussy and ass?”

“Have you ever had something up your ass?” Hongjoong inquires. When you don’t immediately reply, his lips quirk up in amusement. “Aw, don’t go shy on us now.”

You swallow and look over your shoulder at Seonghwa. He’s as gorgeous as ever, hair falling around his face to frame it perfectly.

“Have you ever played with your other hole?” Seonghwa gently asks, understanding that your brain isn’t the fastest. He grips your chin to redirect your attention to Hongjoong.

“Oh.” You blink. “No.”

“Then we won’t today.” Hongjoong smiles at Seonghwa. “Just pussy.”

Seonghwa hums, releasing your chin. His fingers trail over your face and he strokes your cheek. “Ready?”

You nod. “Uh-huh.”

Seonghwa kicks your feet apart harshly, widening the space between your legs. He flips up your skirt and yanks your underwear down your legs.

“Look at that cunt.” He grins and kneads at your asscheeks. “I can’t wait for my cum to drip out of you, staining your thighs white. If you’re lucky, I’ll plug you up to keep you full with me.”

Hongjoong clicks his tongue in annoyance. “We both know I’ll fuck it out of her. Now hurry this up. You haven’t even touched her yet.”

“He touched me.” You scowl at Hongjoong. You lick your lips, swiping your tongue over them. “He’s touching me right now.”

“Not what he meant, little one,” Seonghwa gently tells you. He kisses the base of your neck as an apology for his words before sinking to his knees.

His tongue delves into you suddenly, and with no warning you try and squirm away. Seonghwa’s hand’s come to your hips and he pulls you back to his mouth. He flattens his tongue as he drags it over your clit, making you whine and try to get away again.

“Stay- Stay still!” Seonghwa grunts before his hands tighten their grip on your hips. He gets frustrated and lifts his head up to Hongjoong. “Can you keep her still?”

Hongjoong nods and approaches. His hands wrap around your wrists and he tugs you off the couch, laying you across the floor. Seonghwa finds his place between your thighs again, as Hongjoong straddles your chest.

“Want something in your mouth, baby?”

You nod and open your mouth obediently, eager to please. Your eyes widen in surprise as he plunges two of his fingers in, choking on him.

“I’m surprise you have a gag reflex,” Hongjoong comments, flexing his hand to hit the back of your throat. “You’re just too stupid to do much, so I figured this might be the one trick you know.”

Seonghwa hums against you, the vibrations from his voice making you shudder. Hongjoong presses harder against you, using his body weight to keep you down as your hips try to buck up.

You moan around Hongjoong’s digits, eyes watering. You wiggle around as Seonghwa presses a finger into you, causing Hongjoong to apply more pressure to keep your head down as well. You gurgle around him as Seonghwa pushes another finger into you.

It’s two much, two quick, and your eyes roll back with a powerful orgasm. Hongjoong gives you air, and you gasp it in. Then he’s thrusting his fingers back into your mouth and muffling your sounds of pleasure.

Seonghwa scissors his two fingers in you, stretching you out in a way that makes you give Hongjoong a look of desperation. He chuckles and uses his thumb to stroke your upper lip.

“So pretty,” he remarks. “Are you going to cry? I think you’d be pretty if you cried. Seonghwa, make her cry.”

Seonghwa removes his digits with a hum of acknowledgment, shuffling out of his clothes. He shoos Hongjoong away, who crouches by your head instead of straddling your chest. Seonghwa places his hands on either side of your head, smiling down at you as he lays his body over yours.

“Usually I’d prep a bit more, but Hongjoong wants to see you cry,” he murmurs. He seems to relish in the moment of anticipation, with you waiting for him to split you in half. Seonghwa’s head dips so his lips graze your throat as he pushes into you.

It’s definitely a stretch, and he doesn’t ease himself in. All of his cock enters you at once, effectively making tears burn at the corners of your eyes.

But what makes them spill out is when his teeth bury themselves where your neck meets your shoulder. He bites hard, making you clench around him, back arching.

“Oh, she does look pretty when she cries.” Hongjoong sounds pleased, craning his neck to study your face and the tears that roll down it. “Is your head empty yet? Are you too full of cock to actually have thoughts?”

Seonghwa snaps his hips into yours, twirling some of your hair around his finger. “Yeosang told us not to do this. But you like it, don’t you?”

You nod stupidly, not even sure who you’re responding to. Hongjoong? Seonghwa? You don’t know anymore.

Seonghwa coos at you. “Oh, I think she went cockdumb. Look at her, Hongjoong.”

“I won’t even get a turn since she’ll be like this.” Hongjoong sighs heavily and waves a hand at you. He settles back on the couch, legs parting so he can touch himself through his pants. “Do you think she’d be a good cocksleeve?”

“Yes,” Seonghwa answers, rolling his hips into yours. You moan, only faintly aware of the conversation they’re having over your head. “She grips me so perfectly. Are you having fun, little one?”

Your head lolls to the side so you can make eye contact with Hongjoong, who’s smirking. Your walls flutter, which makes Seonghwa groan and his thrusts stutter.

“He asked you a question,” Hongjoong tells you, undressing himself. “Did you hear Seonghwa?”

You whimper and glance up at the man fucking you, biting your bottom lip as you try to remember what he had asked. Was it something about work?

“I- I-“ You squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m a waitress.”

Seonghwa sighs in disappointment, tsking at you. He pinches your nipples between his fingers, causing you to whine. “Here’s what’s going to happen, pretty thing. I’m going to cum inside you, and then Hongjoong is going to fuck you.”

“Y-Yeah,” you murmur under your breath, trying to crawl away for some reason. It just feels too good. You can’t take more of this for much longer.

“Baby.” Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “Is it okay to cum inside you?”

You lift your glassy eyes up to his face. “Uh, yeah. Do it.”

Seonghwa pounds into you for a few more times before groaning with an orgasm. You watch his face as his eyes roll back and his lips part. Your legs tremble as Hongjoong scoops you up to deposit you on his lap- and cock.

“Oh, don’t mind him.” Hongjoong whispers to you as Seonghwa shuffles closer on his knees. He rests his chin on Hongjoong’s thigh, watching as you’re lowered down onto Hongjoong’s dick. “He gets a bit clingy after he cums.”

You look up at Hongjoong’s face, at the way his bottom lip rolls into his mouth as he rocks his hips into your experimentally. Seonghwa crawls up onto the couch, kissing you as Hongjoong fucks you.

His tongue slips into your mouth, muffling your cries. Seonghwa seems to drink up your noises, smiling against your lips. His hands go down to your clit to make tiny circles.

Hongjoong reaches to stroke Seonghwa’s cock, grinning when the other man hisses. “Aw, too much?”

Seonghwa finally gives you room to breathe, scowling at Hongjoong. His eyebrows furrow in frustration. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Hongjoong’s thumb rolls over Seonghwa’s slit. “Fucking our little girlfriend.”

You make a small sound of confusion, putting your hands on Hongjoong’s shoulders. “What?”

“Don’t you want to be our girlfriend?” Seonghwa presses his forehead to yours. “We’d hug you, and date you, and fill you up like this as much as you want.”

Hongjoong continues to thrust into you, waiting until you orgasm to have his own. He lays you down on the couch before Seonghwa wanders off for a glass of water.

“Well?” Hongjoong prompts.

“Yeah.” You lace your fingers together with his. “I’ll be your girlfriend. Both of yours.”

Seonghwa returns with a drink for you, helping you sit up to take it. “Let’s wait a little while to tell Yeosang. I have a feeling he won’t like this development.”

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writingonleaves · 3 months ago

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wrap your arms around me, baby boy - will smith

pairing: will smith x original female character

warnings: swearing, probably the most dialogue in a piece i've ever had, mention of marijuana , boston college (as a boston university alum this is a valid warning❤️), niche massachusetts references, fluff fluff fluff

inspired by + title: paper rings by taylor swift

word count: 5.5k

author's note: hi!! tried not to overthink this one too much because i've been in a writing rut lately and this turned out longer than i expected. i also usually try not to write about the kids or anyone younger than me but i feel like this song fit our fave lexington shark boy and i had fun exploring a college relationship like this. this is for @wyattjohnston and @comphy-and-cozy's eras tour fic challenge!! i hope you all enjoy it and lmk what you think!

october 2023

“I think I’m gonna marry you one day.”

Danielle Layden doesn’t even look up from her notes, unimpressed. “Sure, dude.”

“I’m serious,” She sighs, before putting her pen down and looking up at Will Smith, who’s continuing like he’s just asking her about the homework, which he did about three minutes prior. “You don’t think so?

She blinks, making sure that the professor isn’t in the lecture hall yet. “Will, I met you, like, three weeks ago, while you and your friends were high off your asses, mind you, and you don’t know how to write a proposal.”

“You have something against marijuana and bad writers?”

She rolls her eyes as he laughs. “We have a quiz in 5 minutes. Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Well, seat partner, I don’t think I do,” he says smugly.

“We are not seat partners,” she drawls out, taking a sip from the coffee that he brought her when he came in, toothy smile making her unable to be 100% annoyed with him. She doesn’t wanna overthink about the fact that it’s her exact order too, because he shouldn’t know that.

“I think we are,” he sings. “Are you coming to the game later?”

“What game?”

Will snorts. “Yeah, nice try. I know you stalked me on the internet after we met. I also talk about hockey all the time.”

“I don’t know what hockey is. Explain it to me again?”

“Smartass,” he mutters as a smile seeps through Danielle’s lips. “So are you coming?”

“Should I?”

“I think so.”

The professor claps his hands and he’s still looking at her, waiting for an answer. She just shrugs. She’ll leave him on his toes.

The next week, as Danielle’s been learning to expect now, Will slips in the seat right next to her, sliding over her coffee.

“How do you know my order?”

At the same time, he asks. “What did you think of the game?”

She blinks. “What if I didn’t go?”

“Dani,” he deadpans. “I know you went. I saw you in the crowd.”

“You saw me in the sold out crowd?” She eyes him warily. “I highly doubt it.”

“Evie told me where you guys were sitting beforehand.”

“Evie doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“What did you think of the game?” He repeats with insistence.

She bites her lip. “You got a goal.”

“I did.”

“It was fun.”

He lights up like a puppy and she can’t help but melt. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nudges his shoulder. “You’re pretty good at this hockey thing. Better than you are at writing proposals.”

He chuckles, running a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“I’m glad you didn’t lose.”

“Doesn’t happen very often.”

“Cocky,” Danielle observes.

“Just like you are about writing proposals.”

She switches the subject. “How do you know what my coffee order is?”

“You told me.”

She tilts her head to the side. “When?”

“The night we met.”

“When you were high off your ass?”

“Quiet down,” he scolds playfully. “I am an athlete, you know? Gotta keep up that pristine image.”

She lets out a bark of laughter. “Pristine image? Okay, dude.”

“Hey, actually, before Langley comes in, I wanted to ask you something.”

That gets her attention, as she turns fully towards him. “What’s up?”

“Okay, so, you can say no,” Will starts, which, hilarious way to begin. She tries to hide her amused smile as he continues. “Would you mind looking over my midterm paper? I know you have all your own stuff to do so I totally get it. It’s just, it’s obvious you’re the best writer in this class and I’d really appreciate a second set of eyes like yours.”

A few seconds of silence pass by before Danielle smiles genuinely. “You don’t have to beg, Will. I’ll look over your paper. You only talk to me though. You don’t know that I’m the best writer in this class.”

“I think I do.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she deadpans.

He smirks, sliding his phone over. “Put in your number and we’ll find a time?”

She types her number in and texts herself, “I think you just wanna find an excuse to spend more time with me.”

“Busted. I did say I’m gonna marry you one day.”

“Let’s see what you get on your midterm first.”

november 2023

“Hey”

Danielle looks up from her books at the familiar voice, a bit disjointed because she’s not sitting in Fulton Hall but instead at the library. She takes her headphones out and tilts her head to the side at Will and two other guys right next to him. “Hi.”

“Do you mind?”

She starts clearing her stuff from the table, “As long as you’re not annoying.” She puts on a warm smile. “Hi. I’m Danielle. Or Dani. Whatever works.”

“I’m Ryan, and this is Gabe.” Ryan grins.

She narrows her eyes a bit, gaze lingering on Gabe. “You look familiar. Have we been in a class together?”

“Maybe? What are you taking?”

“You’re in my Psych class,” she concludes.

“With Petrovich?”

“The very one.”

Gabe lights up. It’s kinda adorable. “Where do you sit?”

“Don’t,” she says as Will chuckles, which causes one side of her lips to quirk up. “I’m not having a repeat with what’s happening with Will here.”

“Hey now,” Will says as his two friends laugh at him. “Leno’s the one from Amherst, by the way.”

Danielle lights up. “Oh! Will’s talked about you. I’m from Ludlow.”

“Really?” She nods as Ryan leans back in his seat. “I went to Pope Francis.”

“Of course you did,” she deadpans. “That’s almost as bad as St. Sebastian’s.”

Before she can think about if it’s too mean, Ryan has burst out into laughter. “You know what? Smitty should marry you. You’re funny.”

She whips her head towards Will, who looks smug. “Are you telling everyone that?”

“No,” he drawls out.

“Yes,” Gabe says with a giggle. “I mean, you are the reason Will did well on his paper.”

“I know,” she says wryly.

“So why wouldn’t he marry you?”

She ignores them and tilts her head to the side at Will. “You know, I didn’t think you’d lure your side pieces into this nonsense.”

“They’ve been here from the start!”

“Side pieces?”

She blinks, before, “Oh! You guys were also high the night we met. You were the friends. It was kinda dark so I didn’t really see your faces.”

“If Coach ever hears you, we’re banned from the team,” Will says.

“I don’t really have plans to get to know your coach, so you’re in luck.”

“Do you like hockey?” Gabe asks.

Danielle clicks her pen. “What’s hockey?”

“Don’t,” Will warns as she giggles. “She always does this.”

“What?” Ryan smirks. “Bust your ass?”

“I mean, good,” Gabe adds. “You need it, Smitty.”

She nudges Ryan in the shoulder and blows Gabe an air kiss. “I like you two. Dunno why you hang out with Will though, so that’s a character flaw.”

“Can you help me with Psych homework?” Gabe asks with a hopeful tilt.

“Of course.”

Will narrows his eyes playfully. “Get your own seat partner, Gabo.”

“As fun as this has been, unless you all are doing homework and can quiet down-”

“Can we join?” Will asks, playful facade fading into a genuine one. “We can leave, but we also did come to do homework.”

She puts an earbud back in. “Be my guest.”

By the end of her time in the library, she’s gotten a cookie from Ryan (“413 have to stick together, baby”), Gabe’s phone number so they can study for Psychology together and smiles from Will that has her stomach feeling unsettled. As she’s walking back to her dorm, she gets a text from her roommate Tracy. There’s a hockey game this weekend. Does Danielle wanna come?

She gives Tracy’s text a thumbs up.

december 2023

“Happy last class,” Will says, sitting down next to her.

She reaches out automatically for the coffee he slides over with a smile. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” He teases, but he’s visibly taken aback.

“Yeah,” she reaches into her bag to feel around for the crochet eagle. Once she finds it, she pulls it out carefully and places it in his hands.

His eyes soften. “You made this?”

She shrugs. “Yeah. I love crocheting and, I don’t know, it seemed fitting.”

“Thank you,” he says sincerely, clipping it onto one of the zippers on his backpack. She swallows, a frog suddenly appearing in her throat. “I’ll carry it with me everywhere.”

“When do you leave for Sweden?”

“Leaving BC the 13th, so gotta take all my finals early.”

She hums. “That’s soon.”

“It is,” he drums his fingers on the table. “It feels like this semester has flown by.”

“Yeah,” she says somewhat wistfully. A curl falls onto Will’s forehead and she has to dig her nails into her hands to prevent her from reaching up and fixing it.

He shakes his head a bit at himself, as if trying to motivate himself to do something. “Listen, I, uh, you can totally say no, because I know I kinda forced you to be my friend in the first place. And I’ve been wanting to ask you this for weeks now, maybe months, but I was thinking maybe when I come back next semester we could hang out?”

She teases him. “Hang out? Should we invite Gabe and Ryan along? Maybe Jacob? I met him the other day, you know. He threw you under the bus.”

“No,” he presses and Danielle hides her giggle at his minor petulance. “Just us two. On a date. Dinner and all. The whole nine yards.”

Danielle is full out grinning now. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“You’re impossible,” Will deadpans.

“Yes,” she says, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah?”

“On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“I pay. I owe you for all the coffees this semester.”

He snorts. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

“You said anything.”

“Dani.”

“Fine,” she pushes a finger into his chest. “You’re also deciding where we go though. I’m too indecisive for that.”

“Of course,” he grins, a slight blush painting his cheeks. “I’ll text you when I’m back on campus?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

january 2024

“It seems weird not seeing you Friday mornings anymore.”

Danielle chuckles as she opens the door to let Will inside. He steps to the side as she slips on her boots. “Not Mondays and Wednesdays?”

“Well, yes. But there was something nice about seeing you to end my week.”

She rolls her eyes. “Laying it down thick right at the start, huh?”

“Well, I would’ve brought flowers to really drive it home, but I remember you mentioning you didn’t like them.”

“You have a scarily good memory,” she remarks, grabbing her bag before they walk out of her dorm, Will’s hand hovering over her lower back. “Where are we going?”

“This restaurant called Seasons 52. It’s a 30 minute walk but we could also drive since I have my car. But it’s also nice out and I know you like walking everywhere-”

She halts in the hallway, causing Will to crash into her. “Will, that’s…a nice restaurant.”

“Is that okay? Too much?” His eyes widen in uncertainty. “I’ve been there with family for special events and stuff and it’s pretty good and I figured that-”

“It’s okay,” she assures him. “It is. I just, you didn’t have to do all that.”

Will shrugs as they wait for the elevator. “It’s not a big deal. You deserve all the stops. Wouldn’t wanna put that outfit to waste either.”

She snorts looking down at the nice brown sweater and jeans she put on. “This is nothing. You look very sharp. Different from the sweats you usually wear.”

“Hey!” He protests as she laughs. “Remember when you saw me in a suit before the game?”

“Yeah. I think I have those pictures on my phone still.”

He rolls his eyes at the memory of him seeing Danielle right before a game as she just snapped pictures of him with a smirk. “You know, the boys gave me crap about that for days.”

“Mission accomplished then.” She nudges his hip with hers right as the elevator doors open. “I know I texted you this already, but congrats on the Gold. My mom was confused why hockey was on the TV and it wasn’t the Bruins. My brother was pumped though. He’s been trying to convince me to get into hockey for years.”

He blinks. “You watched?”

“I tried to. Saw the gold medal match in full though. Landon loved Ryan’s celebration. What a bitch.”

“Landon’s your brother?”

“Yes he is.”

“Hockey fan?”

“Yeah. He went to BU.”

“Lame,” Will says without thinking.

She laughs. “I tell him that all the time.”

“Just the one brother?”

“Nah. Two younger sisters too. He’s the oldest. He loves it.”

“Your sisters must love you.”

Danielle takes her hair out of her jacket as they start walking. “Why do you think so?”

“I have an older sister. Grace. She’s awesome. Also at BC actually. So I know what it’s like to have an older sister to look up to.”

“I do love them,” she admits. “I think I’m the lucky one to have them though.”

For January, it is surprisingly warm as they make their way to the restaurant. Will has a grin plastered on his face the whole time as he just lets Danielle playfully rag on him. At some point, she grabs his hand and their hands stay connected and Will feels like he just scored a hattrick. Dinner is yummy and romantic and so fun because everything about Danielle Layden is fun. Will snags the check, ignoring her look in the process.

As they’re walking back to campus, Danielle has tucked herself into Will’s side. She pokes him playfully. “Do you still think we’re getting married?”

Will cackles. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“No,” she says softly, biting her lip.

He looks at her momentarily, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “Good.”

Right in front of her dorm building, she kisses him. He smiles into her lips as he pulls her closer.

february 2024

Danielle has a big paper due next week. She doesn’t have time for this.

She checks her phone again to skip the song and rolls her eyes at the dozens of messages from Will the whole morning. Thank God she’s been on Do Not Disturb.

She may not know the ins and outs of hockey like her new boyfriend, but she knows what it’s like to lose. So she knows that he was really upset when BC lost in the first Beanpot game against BU. Hell, she was there in the stands. She knows the guys on the ice were one hundred times more upset than the fans in the stands representing the eagle.

But ghosting her and then ditching her on a pre-planned date they had the next day is uncalled for. Judging from the sheer amount of texts and missed phone calls the last 24 hours, she knows Will knows he fucked up. But she’s not doing this. She’s not taking this crap from anyone, much less a boy.

Two hours later, once she’s knocked out a good chunk of her paper, she leaves the library in search of some dinner outside of the dining hall to treat herself. It’s just her luck that as she’s walking past Conte with her headphones in, she sees some of the team in the distance walking towards her. Will is one of them.

She sees the moment he recognizes her and then stubbornly puts her head down. She hears him call her name, but she just brushes roughly past him, shoulders knocking together. If he wants to explain herself, he’s gonna have to do more than that.

When she’s just changed into her pajamas later that night, her phone rings. It’s Will again. She decides to answer.”

“What do you want?”

“Come outside.”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t-”

“Please?”

She hears the plea in her voice. “Fine.” She hangs up, grabs her keys and jacket, and runs down the stairs.

As soon as she walks outside, she sees Will standing to the side, hands shoved in his pockets. “Hi,” he says.

“You ready to talk now?”

He flinches. “I deserved that.”

She crossed her arms, “Well?”

“I’m really, really sorry for ghosting you the last few days,” he rushes out quickly but tone dripped in sincerity and vulnerability. “I-it was really shitty of me to just avoid you and not respond to you at all, especially when I know you were just worried about me. I owed you more than that. I owe you more than that. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get to me like that. I’m sorry.”

She sighs. “Will, I get that losing a game like that sucks. I’m not really mad that you’re mad about it. I’m pissed that you didn’t talk to me, even if it was to tell me to leave you alone.”

“I’m really-”

She puts her hand up. “I’m not done yet.” He shuts his mouth and nods at her to continue. “I know I’m still trying to understand your world and how I fit into that, but getting ignored like I was the last few days sucked. We just started dating. It felt like a slap in the face. I don’t care if you don’t wanna talk to me, just tell me you don’t wanna talk to me instead of leaving me in the dark. If that happens again-”

“It won’t,” he says firmly. “It won’t. And it’s not my world that you have to fit into or whatever. It’s not about me. It’s never about me. It’ll never be about me. I fucked up, Dani. I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again.”

She looks at him for a moment, before jabbing a finger into his chest. “Apology accepted. Just talk to me next time, okay?”

“I will, I promise,” he says, letting out a sigh of relief. “God, I’m such an idiot. It’s not like you’d ever judge me.”

“For what? The loss?”

“..Yeah?”

She rolls her eyes, taking her hands in his. “I judge you. I do it all the time, actually. Never, ever for that, though.” She squeezes his hands. “It just wasn’t you guys’ night. You’re a good hockey player, Will, but that’s not why I’m with you”

He chuckles wryly, leaning his forehead against hers. “I need to buy you a ring.”

“Easy, tiger,” she warns with a grin. “If you want me to completely forgive you, you owe me coffee for the next three months.”

“That easy?”

“No,” she admits. “But it’s a start.”

He places a quick kiss on her lips. “Anything. Anything you want.”

april 2024

The second the clock runs out, Danielle puts her head in her hands. There are murmurs of disappointment and cursing heard from attendants of the Frozen Four watch party her friend hosted, but all Danielle can do is bite her lip in sadness for Will and the other guys. She ses Ryan visibly sobbing and that’s her limit, as she walks into the kitchen to grab a glass of water to take a breather. She fingers through her phone to the text chain with Will, sending a red heart and “always proud of you” before putting her phone back in her pocket.

She squeezes her eyes shut. God, they were so close. They worked so hard. Will’s worked so hard. But that’s just how it goes sometimes.

As she’s helping clean up, she can’t help but think of the implications of the loss. She hasn’t been shy with Will after learning more about how big of a deal he is in the hockey world and how there’s a chance he may not come back next year. Initially it terrified her — getting into a relationship with someone who might not even be on the East Coast in a few months — and it still does somewhat, but he’s been so open and honest about it and Danielle has never been the kind of girl to not do something because she’s afraid.

But that night, in her dorm, as she sees Will send a text back with just a heart, she’s afraid. They’ve only been dating for four months. And he’s become one of the best parts of her life. She has always wanted him to do what’s best for himself and his career — she has no part in that decision and doesn’t want to have a part — but if that means leaving BC, what does the future of them look like?

The next morning, Danielle is up early and playing with her phone in bed mindlessly, waiting for the text from Will that he’s back and settled in his dorm. She knows the team had a flight scheduled to land early this morning and even before last night’s result, she was always going to see him.

Once she gets a text from Will, she’s bolting out the door, grabbing a small of groceries she had gotten the night before, knowing that him and Gabe’s fridge is emptier than usual and maybe a simple breakfast of a nice omelette and a smoothie will cheer them up.

The door swings open before she can even text Will to let her in. She barely sees his face before he pulls her into a tight hug. She squeezes him, swaying them side to side, as students going in and out of the building step sideways to avoid them.

“I’m sorry, dude.”

He somehow musters out a watery chuckle at the nickname that’s somehow become a petname between them. He mutters into her shoulder. “I fucking hate losing.”

She continues rubbing his back. “I know.”

“We were so close.”

“I know,” she pulls away and reaches up to run a hand through his hair. He practically collapses into himself, pulling her into another hug, resting his chin on top. “I’m proud of you regardless,” she says into his chest softly. “All of you. You worked so hard.”

“I love you,” he mutters and Danielle’s stomach flips. He first said it the day before he left for St. Paul when they were having a movie night at her place, snuggled up in her bed as he whispered it into her hair, but it still makes her throat close up with adoration.

(She hasn’t said it back yet, but he hasn’t pressured her at all. She’s almost amazed at how much he doesn’t seem to be.)

“Come on,” she says. “Let’s go inside.”

He automatically reaches for the bag around her shoulders with a furrowed brow. “What’s in here?”

“Groceries. I figured you and Gabe hadn’t eaten yet so I thought I’d whip up an omelette or something.”

He steps into the empty elevator and kisses her for the first time since he left. “God, you’re an angel.”

“No, I think ahead,” she corrects. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in person.”

“Don’t be,” he says. “I feel your support everywhere all the time.”

“You do?”

“With every call and text,” he assures. “Thanks for coming. I’m probably not going to be the best company today.”

“Will,” she taps his chin so he’ll look at her when she says her next statement. “There is nowhere else I would’ve been today, no matter the result.” He just pulls her closer to his side in response.

When she gets to Will and Gabe’s suite, she immediately scurries around the kitchen as Will hovers. Usually she would shoo him away and make him wait elsewhere, but she knows he doesn’t wanna be alone right now. As she’s plating the second omelette, Gabe wanders out and she shoots him a small smile, stomach dropping at the bags under his eyes that mirror Will’s. She gestures at him to sit and slides over a plate and a glass of the green smoothie she made before giving him a hug.

“Smitty’s lucky to have you,” Gabe says inbetween forkfuls.

Danielle chuckles as she fixes herself a plate. “I’m just as lucky to have him. Where’s Ryan? I can fix him a plate if he wants.”

“Stop,” Will says with a look.

“What? I can!”

“I know,” he says fondly. “But you don’t need to.”

She gives him a deadpan look. “Well, is he coming?”

Will sighs. “He said he might stop by in a bit.”

“I’ll leave him some of the smoothie then.” She catches Will’s smile as she starts digging into her omelette, talking with Gabe about anything except the loss.

After breakfast, she and Will venture to his room, where they lay in his bed and he puts on Brooklyn 99. As she’s laying on his chest and he’s twirling her hair around his finger, she can tell his head is everywhere but in this room. She lets him be like that for three episodes before she reaches for the remote to pause it.

She turns to him. “What’s going through your mind?”

He shrugs. “Probably everything you think.” They sit in silence for a minute or two, before he pipes up again. “You can ask me.”

“I’m not gonna do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because the answer is yours to decide, and I know you’re gonna ask for my opinion but I don’t want you to be influenced by it,” she smoothes over his furrowed brows with her thumbs. “Everything coming up next has been a thing long before we met. Even if I had an opinion about it, it shouldn’t be taken into account.”

“So you think I should leave BC and sign?”

“I think you should seriously weigh the pros and cons of both, which I already know you’re doing.”

He sighs with a wry smile. “You were born to be a lawyer.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Do you want to talk about it now? Because we can.”

“Later, maybe.”

She hums. “Okay.”

“But I want to let you know that no matter what I decide, that how I feel about you is the same.” She raises an eyebrow but he’s so lost in his thoughts and what he wants to say that he misses it as he barrels on, determined. “Whatever decision I make, I still want this to keep going. Which is maybe unfair to ask you because there’s a chance I’d be all the way across the country. But I really care about you and-”

“Will,” she interrupts him, holding a hand up. “You’re getting so ahead of yourself. Make your decision first, and then we can talk about us, okay?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m just leaving you.”

“Huh? You’re not. I know you’re not. This is your career, dude. I’m never, ever going to hold that against you.” She presses a quick kiss on his lips to try to assure him. “I knew what I was getting into, okay? And I’m still here, aren’t I? We can talk about the logistics of it all later more in depth, if we even need to get to that point, but don’t worry yourself in a tizzy about the ‘us’ part of it so much, okay?”

He blinks. “I got you something.”

Deciding to go along with the sudden change of topic, she humors him. “What did you get me?”

He reaches over her to his bedside and she just lets him, exaggeratingly spitting out his hair that touches her mouth. He just rolls his eyes before retrieving a small white bag.

She softens as he places it in her hands. “What’s this?”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You didn’t think I’d forget about your birthday, did you? I’m sorry I missed it.”

“You were competing for a national championship,” she responds automatically. “I didn’t-you didn’t have to get anything for me.”

He scoffs softly. “Bullshit,” he nods at the bag. “Open it.”

Biting her lip she carefully opens the bag, to see that there’s a ring box there. “Oh my God. Are you asking me to marry you?”

He rolls his eyes as she giggles. “You’re the worst.”

She pops open the box and it is a ring. She picks it up gently inbetween her fingers. A dainty leaf ring with light teal stones. It’s perfect. It matches with the rings she already wears. She slips it on and suddenly wants to cry. “I love it.”

“I’m glad.”

She shoves the bag and box to the side before hugging him properly. “You didn’t have to, but thank you.”

“Happy birthday. Belated.”

As she looks down at the ring, she takes a deep breath. They’re going to be just fine.

may 2024

As Ryan parks his car in front of Will’s childhood home in Lexington, Danielle suddenly feels like her feet are glued to the floor of his car.

Ryan, noticing his friend’s girlfriend’s hesitation, nudges her shoulder gently. She’s quickly become one of his friends now, especially considering that he’s going to be staying at BC for at least another year. “Hey,” he says softly. “You good?”

“I’m great,” she responds automatically, reaching to the back seat to grab the box holding his present.

“It’s okay if you’re not,” he says.

“It’s Will’s day,” she says firmly. “How I feel doesn’t matter.”

He clicks his tongue. “I’d disagree. And he would too. You can be happy for him and also sad that he’s moving to the other side of the country, you know?”

She looks over to him and swallows at the look on his face. The unspoken “I am” lingers in the air and she sighs. A small smile appears on her face as they exchange a look, as she leans forward to place a quick friendly kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for driving.”

“Anytime.”

The first person she recognizes as they filter into the home is Grace, who beams at the sight of them both. She wraps Ryan in a hug first, squeezing him tight before pushing him away to hug Danielle.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you. How were finals?”

“A bit tough, I won’t lie.”

“You get used to it,” Grace says sympathetically, taking the box out of the younger girl’s hands. “He’s somewhere out back, surrounded by a bunch of people probably.”

Danielle nods and Grace must notice her lingering because the blonde offers her a reassuring smile. “He’s been talking about you all day.”

“That’s nice of him,” she comments softly.

Grace gives her a knowing smile before lighting pushing her towards the direction of the back porch. “Go. He’ll be excited to see you.”

The second she walks outside, she smiles at all the teal balloons decorating the home and how wonderful the weather is to celebrate Will officially signing with San Jose. He made the decision a few weeks ago but waited until now to make it official and Danielle couldn't be any prouder.

It seems like when her eyes land on him, he’s already looking back, eyes bright and a big smile on his face as he gestures for her to come to him.

“Hi,” she says, leaning into his side for a hug.

He instinctively kisses the top of her head. “Hi. This is Aidan, Nico and Max from the St. Sebs days. Boys, this is-”

“Dani,” Aidan says with a knowing smile. “Nice to meet you. Smitty hasn’t shut up about you since you guys met.”

“Unsurprising,” Danielle drawls out. “He’s kinda obsessed with me.”

The guys all laugh and Daniele giggles along with them. She looks up at Will, who’s beaming. She fights the urge to kiss him in front of all his friends, but he beats her to it, leaning down to kiss her sweetly. She laughs into his lips when his friends start chirping him goodheartedly. She hears Ryan saying that he’s used to seeing this shit all the time and that it’s frankly the cutest thing ever and Danielle is assured that Ryan’s a real one.

“Congrats,” she murmurs to Will, his friends now distracted. “I love you.”

(Danielle cracked a few weeks ago, when she finished her last final and Will took her out on a surprise date into the city. They were walking along the Charles River in the sunset and she felt like she just had to tell him she loved him at that moment. The smile from him after she said it is an image she’ll always have in her memory)

“Thanks, babe,” he says. He interlaces their hands together. “You ready to meet everyone?”

“Do I really have a choice?”

Will chuckles. “Come on. We’ll start with the cousins. They’re easy.”

She follows him as his thumb brushes against the ring.

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sinvulkt · 5 months ago

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I GOT NEMO

This makes me so happy : D

I put a lot of effort making this with @ash--00 (took us what, more than one full day?). So I’m gonna consider this a tumblr game. And summon the whole party to play :3.

If you’re interested to watch the tv serie when it will come out though beware that some of the character descriptions contain spoilers. Otherwise, the descriptions may be fun enough without having seen the serie - i hope!

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WELCOME TO THE NAUTILUS CHARACTER QUIZ

Beware that several character results spoil their role and fate in the serie, if you haven’t seen it yet. (Go watch it)

There are 15 questions in total, and 19 characters. We did our best to align each character to each answer from our interpretation of them, but please don’t take the results too seriously. This aim to be a light-hearted personality quizz.

So, which Nautilus character are you? :3

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deathworlders-of-e24 · 4 months ago

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Thomas, Engineer

Part 3

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“You know I could have guessed it, but you guys are way better at this than me,” Thomas said, running a hand through his curly brown hair.

“That is only natural, as our programming and design allow for rapid reflex and dexterous manipulation of our extremities,” Sixer said.

Thomas had invited the Padrino back to his quarters for an impromptu fighting game tournament. Sixer and Mace both attended, as well as one of the Galley named Odis, another of the engineers, and of course Roomba was there, though he was having difficulty handling the controller since it was about as big as he was.

Odis and Roomba had already been knocked out, the Galley by elimination and Roomba by… technical knockout, so it was just Thomas and Sixer left. Mace had winner.

“I refuse to lose, especially not while I’m wearing my lucky shirt,” Thomas said. Odis snorted, but the Padrino spun their heads to face him.

“Human Thomas, please explain how the apparel you are wearing will enhance your performance in this competition,” Mace asked, his synthetic voice as unchanging as always.

“Does the apparel provide some sort of stimulant to your body that will change the outcome of this match?” Sixer accused.

“No, nothing like that, it’s just lucky,” Thomas said.

“Please explain,” Mace pressed.

“Gimme a sec, round three is starting, I got this,” Thomas assured himself.

The game was human designed, an indie title called Galactic Brawl! It was your typical fighting game, but it was making the rounds on Earth due to it using characters similar to GAIL member species locked in mortal combat. The humans had assured the intergalactic market that it wasn’t in anyway meant to be detrimental to universal relationships, but to expose humans to other species in a fun and interesting way that younger humans would enjoy. Plus it made the other species look ‘very cool’, which the GAIL members were assured was a good thing.

The players were 1 win a piece, so this would be the tie breaker. Naturally the players had chosen their own race for the game, something Odis and Thomas thought was quite funny, although the characters were caricatures of the real thing. Very buffed up, with bigger action hero muscles and such.

Buttons were mashed, triggers were pulled, combos were pulled off, and Sixer had him on the ropes. But then Thomas got the BRAWL POWER meter all the way up and executed his ultimate move flawlessly, and came out with the win.

“Yes! I told you, lucky shirt!” Thomas cheered, Odis laughed so hard he fell over, and the Padrino sat there looking as dumbfounded as they could without actual faces.

“Please explain,” they said in unison.

“The shirt?” Thomas pulled the hem of the shirt down so they all could see its glory, a ratty old gray Tee with the sleeves cut off. It had smudged names all over both the front and back. “I got it at this punk concert right before I went into the academy, got all the band members to sign it for me after the show! Good show, too, they came into the crowd while they were still playing, and…”

“Easy, humy, just tell us why the shirt is lucky,” Odis said, tossing back some chips.

“Right, yeah. So I wore this shirt for every test, quiz, and exam I ever got during my training, aced all of them with flying colors. Scored me both a guy’s and a girl’s number on the same day, that was cool, and I was wearing it when I applied for my post on the Noah,” Thomas explained. “Bad things do not happen when I’m wearing the lucky shirt.”

“Yeah, they’re not gonna get that,” Odis said smirking.

“Human Thomas, explain this luck phenomenon,” Sixer requested.

“See?” Odis said. “The humans have this thing, they call it ‘being superstitious’, it’s something the humies believe controls the universe.”

“Explain,” requested Mace.

“Okay, so there’s, like, good luck, where good things will happen if you have it, or bad luck, where bad things happen,” Thomas said, trying to explain. “Think of it this way. It’s like little random acts turn out in your favor if you have good luck, like finding money on the ground or it’s pizza day in the cafeteria.”

“And bad luck breaks your mom’s back or something, right?” asked Odis, laughing.

“Yeah, if you step on a crack in the road or something,” Thomas said. “Or breaking a mirror gets your seven years bad luck.”

“You humies believe the most ridiculous things,” Odis said.

“There are acts that can accumulate negative impacts to your existence?” Mace asked.

“Totally man, tons of them. Like last week, I was having lunch in the mess hall, spilled salt everywhere!”

“And this entails what?” Sixer asked.

“Well it’s supposed to invite enmity and future problems, but I threw some over my left shoulder, so it was fine.”

“You humans are so gullible,” Odis said. “This is why we came to earth so often to mess with you.”

“Tell that to the shirt man,” Thomas said.

“So the garment has… accumulated ‘good luck’, therefore you remain in a sustained field of positive chaos,” Sixer said.

“I guess, yeah,” Thomas said. He’d never heard it described that way before, it was probably the most scientifically accurate portrayal of ‘luck’ he’d ever heard.

“You two are not gonna make sense of this, it’s an illogical belief from a less evolved lifeform,” Odis said. “Next thing you know, the kid is going to tell you he doesn’t walk under ladders or let black cats cross his path.”

“First off, I love all cats,” Thomas said indignantly, “secondly, how do you know so much about earth superstitions?”

“Earth movies. You think you can keep the Galley in the dark? We’ve been sneaking onto Earth for generations.”

“Riiight,” Thomas said.

“Beep.”

[Reminder: engineering staff are to head to the WARP core at 1900 hours for new maintenance procedures]

“Oh, man, is it that time already? We better head out,” Thomas said, zipping up his jumpsuit over his lucky shirt. “Thanks Roomba, I totally forgot the time.”

“Beep.”

[Acknowledgments: you’re welcome]

“Smarter every day, good for you buddy. Alright, come on guys, let’s get to the core before Chief Nivan sticks us on plumbing duty,” Thomas clapped his hands together, ushering everyone out of the room.

“Human Thomas, if we may make a request, may we continue to observe you? This ‘lucky shirt’ phenomenon may lead to some observational data previously unknown to us,” Sixer said.

“Sure guys, whatever you need.”

“You’re not gonna get any data,” Odis chided. “The kid is just going to confuse you both.”

“Regardless, we will continue to observe,” Mace said.

The group made their way to the lifts, Odis still grumbling about how stupid the idea of a lucky shirt was, lucky anything really, the whole time. Thomas tried to explain, saying there were tons of lucky objects on Earth, like the rabbit’s foot.

“You mutilate another lifeform for its appendage just to positively charge your own chaos?” Mace asked, surprised.

“That seems counterproductive to what you have described as Karma,” Sixer said.

“Yeah, that wasn’t great, admittedly. Ancient Earthlings weren’t great at critical thinking yet. These days we have synthetic feet, so that doesn’t happen anymore, I don’t think. I got one on my keys, see?” Thomas pulled a key ring out of his pocket and showed off the foot.

“Double luck today,” he said, smiling.

“Fascinating,” the Padrino said in unison.

“Weird,” said Odis.

“Beep.”

[Request: game pad, please?]

Thomas stuffed his keys back in place and pulled the pad out, giving it to the tiny droid on his bag. Roomba had recently started a new game, having earned the highest score possible on PAC-MAN a few cycles previously. Now he’d moved on to Galaga, another port Thomas had made.

“Beep.”

[Information available]

“Hmm?” Thomas looked at Roomba in his bag.

“Beep.”

[Statement: this new game is stimulating]

“Oh my god you’re so freaking cute Roomba,”Thomas gushed. The little droid was getting smarter by the day thanks to the cognitive upgrade the Padrino had given him. He was ‘talking’ in more complex sentences and could ask for more stuff as he wanted it, Thomas was overjoyed!

They stepped off the lift onto the Core deck, where the fuel was stored, as well as where the WARP core was kept. The thing always looked like a captured star to Thomas, suspended in the air by antigravity struts, a shining ball of orange and red fire behind the dozen or so walls of safety fields keeping the room from being vaporized. Chief engineer Nivan was already waiting for them, pouring over a data pad with another maintenance officer. The room itself was vast, lit by the core, at least the size of the cargo bay on the other side of the ship. Rows of control consoles lined the walls, as well as data screens and input terminals.

Thomas dropped his bag by the door and put Roomba on his shoulder where the little robot looped himself around the cord the human had sown into his jumpsuit for the little guy. Roomba muted the game pad but continued playing.

“Hey chief,” Thomas called out. “We’re here for that briefing on the new core terminal procedures like you asked.”

“Yes, thank you Human Thomas,” Nivan said, two of his four spindly arms waving in acknowledgment. Chief Nivan was a Zilont, whose species had no actual set amount of limbs. Some had 2 arms and legs like humans, some had up to 8 of each. Nivan himself had 4 arms, 3 legs, and his torso moved and bent around like rubber, since he had no spine. The species moved via a series of gas bladders, reminding Thomas of this uncomfortable movie he’d seen where a clown made a person out of balloon tubes. But Chief Nivan was an upstanding guy in his opinion, never pushed work onto his subordinates and tried to be as helpful around the engineering deck as possible. Thomas thought he was a cool boss to work for.

“Lets get started”, Nivan said.

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Chief Nivan got them working, showing them how the new terminals worked, and how to input commands into the core controls in case of emergencies. The Padrino picked it up while he was explaining it, but Odis and Thomas needed a demonstration. Thomas watched as Nivan’s odd balloon-esque tentacle limbs punched in commands, taking note of each key he hit.

“Got it?” Nivan asked. Thomas sometimes had a hard time gauging his emotions, what with the beak and all, but he thought the Zilont looked a little tired.

“I think so, yeah. You okay Chief?” Thomas asked. “Need me to grab you some salt water or something?”

“No, thank you Human Thomas. We’re getting run ragged down here. Odds and ends keep disappearing, tools and spare parts, and just yesterday somebody claimed they had their locker ransacked.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, and the maintenance crew is already out of sorts. This is just adding fuel to the-”

The entire room shook violently.

Chief Nivan was cut off by a series of small electrical explosions from the wall of terminals behind him, throwing him a ways away. Thomas threw his arms up to shield his face, making sure to cover Roomba as well. The floor beneath their feet rocked, the entire ship seemingly to jerk several meters to the side. The lights blew out, raining sparks down around the crews working in the core room. Over a fourth of the crew in there were thrown to the side or into a wall at the sudden shift. The walls groaned and creaked at the rapid change, and Thomas saw something that stopped his blood cold. The safety fields holding back the core’s fire were flickering off one by one.

“EVERYONE OUT RIGHT NOW!!!” Thomas yelled, rushing to Nivan. He grabbed two of his four arms and started hauling him towards the door.

“Twins! What the hell happened?!” He questioned, looking to the two Padrino.

“Ships systems registered a local star released a wave of energetic ions creating a solar storm. Detecting multiple failed systems, including-”

“THE CORE YEAH I KNOW!” Thomas cut him off. “We have to get the hell outta here now! Is anyone else in here?”

“Multiple life signs detected. In approximately 3 minutes the last containment field will fail and the core will vaporize everything in this room.”

Thomas set Nivan down outside the safety doors.

“Okay, Mace, you call them out! Sixer, Odis, and I will go get them. MOVE!” Thomas ordered while he rushed up and over one of the hanging walkways. Odis didn’t have time to argue with him, Mace was in the doorway and Sixer was already on the move as well.

“SQUAL!” Odis yelled before getting in gear. Thomas didn’t need a translator for that one. Odis was Galley, and they were generally self centered. Not today.

Thomas must’ve moved 6 crew out of the core room in those first 2 minutes. He saw a third Padrino in the door now, a new unit he hadn’t met yet, talking to Mace and trying to contain the core. Thomas didn’t stop. Whether they bought more time or not, he wasn’t about to leave this room while anyone was still in it, not while time was still on the clock.

Finally the three minutes were almost up. The safety field was down to its last wall. Only a thin blue screen of light stood between them and obliteration. Thomas grabbed the last crewman on his side, a Zilgrat about half his size and started running back towards the door. From what Mace had said, it was just the space ferret and that should be it. Thomas looked over at the others.

Odis’s foot was caught in the railing.

The crewman he’d been sent to get had been thrown down to Sixer who was rushing him outside.

“There are only seconds left, Human Thomas! We must seal the door immediately.”

Thomas looked from the door to Odis.

He ran to the door.

Dropped the Zilgrat at the robot’s feet.

And sprinted towards the Galley.

His lungs hurt. His muscles ached. It was getting hot in the room, each layer missing from the security wall allowing more heat to escape containment.

Thomas jumped up the stairs to Odis.

“Sorry man!” He said as he grabbed the little gray alien’s leg and yanked. The foot dislodged with a sick crunch and Odis howled, high pitched and clutched at his leg.

Thomas had been counting. No time left. The Galley man didn’t weigh much.

Damn.

He really wanted to keep playing games with these guys.

Thomas took Roomba from his shoulder and shoved the little droid into the Galley’s chest before hurling them both over the railing towards the safety of the blast doors. He actually threw them so far and so hard they struck Mace and forced the whole bunch out into the hall.

“SHUT THE DOORS NOW!” Thomas ordered. The Padrino unit he hadn’t met yet, and now probably wouldn’t, hit the release, and the doors slammed shut as the last field lost power.

Thomas threw himself behind a console as vaporized plasma filled the room. The temperature must’ve leapt by several hundred degrees…

For about 3 seconds.

Then the safety fields sprung back to life, holding back the fire. Thomas sucked in oxygen as the ship’s automatic air filters kicked in, sucking the heat out of the room. Emergency coolers clicked on, rapidly suppressing the temperature fluctuations. His skin hurt, and he caught a vague whiff of burning hair.

The console he’d hid behind seemed to shield him from the sheer worst of it, but Thomas would be very glad to get to Med Bay in the next few minutes. Everything burned. Finally shock and lack of clean oxygen let him pass out.

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Thomas awoke to the sound of Odis and the Padrino… were they yelling?

“I’m telling you,” Odis was saying to someone in a nurse uniform, “if you cut that shirt off him, I will personally teach you how the Galley get even…”

Shirt? What shirt?

Ohhhh.

Thomas started laughing softly, on his bed in the med bay, covered in burn gel.

“I told you guys…” he said hoarsely, “it’s a lucky shirt.”

“Kid!” Odis was standing next to him, leg in a cast. “Kid what the hell were you thinking? Why didn’t you just leave??!”

“Human Thomas, we are please you have not expired,” Sixer said.

“Agreed,” Mace said.

“Thanks guys,” Thomas coughed. “Sorry about the leg, dude, there wasn’t time…”

“My leg? Kid you just got cooked and you’re worried about my leg?” Odis looked at him in disbelief. “You humies are so freaking weird, you should’ve just left me there.”

“Nah… I had that. It’s my lucky day, remember?”

Roomba was sitting on the side table next to his bed. He was holding the game pad, but it wasn’t on.

“Beep.”

[Information Request]

“What’s up buddy? You okay? Sorry I threw you,” Thomas said.

“Beep.”

[Is your unit going to be repaired?]

“Yeah buddy, I’ll be okay. Just got a little too hot in there for a second.”

“Beep.”

[Statement: Unit Thomas is required to be repaired, or ability to complete task {hang out together} will be incomplete]

“Yeah, I love you too buddy,” Thomas said.

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A quick 2 cycle stint in a regen-pod got Thomas back on his feet and the worst of his burns treated, though he was significantly more tan than he was before. He’d had a short meeting with the captain and first officer, both of whom said something to the effect of ‘what is it with you humans, throwing yourselves into danger?’

He was on his way to the Padrino now, they’d taken Roomba and his main translator for repairs, and to see if they could finally retrace that weird signal he’d heard the other cycle. Since he was told by both the doctors and Odis to focus or rest and recovery, he’d agreed to them babysitting. The spare device in his ear was itchy. He’d be happy to have his back.

When the lift opened, there was Odis the Galley. His cast had been replaced with a prosthetic boot. Thomas stepped in. The doors closed and Odis cleared his throat.

“Listen kid,” the little gray alien started, “that was a real decent thing you did back there the other cycle.”

Thomas looked down at him and shrugged.

“I’m not gonna say it wasn’t a big deal,” Thomas said, “I definitely thought I was gonna die in there. It just didn’t need to be all of us, is all.”

Thomas rummaged around in his pocket and pulled out his keys. He slid the rabbits foot off the ring and held it out to the Galley.

“Here. I think we both need some luck on this ship right now. Have it.”

Odis looked from him to the foot.

“…you sure kid? Didn’t that thing save your life?” Odis said, his usual smirk coming back a little.

“Nah, the shirt saved my life. Plus I feel like I owe you a foot, yeah?”

Odis laughed, shoulders shaking. He took the rabbits foot and stuck it in his pocket.

“Lucky severed animal feet huh? You humies are such deathworlders it’s not even funny.”

“Then why are you laughing, close encounters?”

The lift erupted in laughing fits from the both of them as they made their way down to engineering.

On the engineering deck, the Padrino, along with the small unit known as Roomba, watched the pair leave the lift.

“The human should have expired in the core room,” said Sixer.

“Agreed,” said Mace.

“But he did not,” said Sixer.

“A good thing, yes,” said Mace.

“Beep.”

[Statement: agreed, this is a good thing. New observations can be made now. And new games can be played still]

“Agreed,” said the Padrino in unison.

#deathworlders of e24 #humans are deathworlders #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are strange #humans are space australians #humans are weird #earth is space australia #humans are insane #humans are terrifying #humans are cute #humans are space fae

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r0manceplanet · 17 days ago

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can i ask how it would be like to be coolkid and or bluududes best friend? (i love them)

Of course! I’m so happy you asked me for this! I’ve been wanting to write bluudude for a while now ^_^ I’m sorry for the hold up and I hope this is worth the wait!

⚠️Warning: mention(s) of character death, bluudude may be a bit ooc since I don’t know much of his personality at all.

BLUUDUDE 🧢

• You being best friends with bluudude takes a whole new level of being best friends. He will never stop bragging you to come and be by his side.

• He would drag you to go and play pranks on other people, this little bastard is the type of kid who steals other peoples belongings and even shoplifts, and y’all get away with it each time.

• He would definitely go all out for holidays, like your birthday, Valentine’s Day, etc. you guys definitely have this thing where you make a basket for each other to give on the holidays full of candy, money, and some things that you both have wanted.

• He’s definitely the type of kid who challenges you to dance battles, I just feel it idk why 😭 he’ll just randomly challenge you to dance with him and he’ll just turn on the music and dance. He wins too btw.

• It’s a daily thing for the both of you where you walk back home from school together and you guys are always gossiping about your classmates and the teachers, or about the next test or quiz coming up that you both hate, and once you arrive to either of your guy’s houses you both just drop on the couch exhausted and watch a show until you guys gain energy again.

• Never expect him to do anything that would break your friendship, you guys will never have any serious arguments about anything, and if you do you guys always talk it, he’s a very mature friend, and probably a friend we can all use in our life.

C00LKIDD🎈

• Now, this child is mischievous AS HELL. He goes all out on pranks, he even pulls pranks on you! Well, at least not so much since he doesn’t wanna make you pissed at him.

• You guys have been friends since the start of elementary school for sure. No one could break you both apart, not even move you away from the classroom! You are only friends with him during all of this though, which isn’t bad at all! He’s an amazing friend :)

• I feel like before 007n7 was killed by c00lkidd he would always welcome you into his house to hang out with c00lkidd, and you guys have this thing where you sleep over at his house for the weekend and 007n7 would bring you guys any fast food you wanted back home, which you both thank him for a lot.

• I don’t know if this is just me but I feel like c00lkidd would get jealous if you were to make any new friends, I know it’s toxic but he just doesn’t wanna lose you to anyone else! So they go missing the next day, and when you ask, he’ll shrug and say “I don’t know”, in which that makes you believe him… and don’t expect to find out sooner or later, you must likely won’t.

• Like your friendship with bluudude, you guys will always get gifts for each other for holidays, even on some of the most random days to! It’s like a token of appreciation from him for being his best friend for so long!

• He’s also another top tier best friend, you guys will definitely be best friends for the rest of your lives, he’ll never hurt or betray you in any way, your really important to him and he hopes that you are too <3.

#forsaken #forsaken roblox #forsaken x reader #forsaken x y/n #forsaken x you #bluudude #bluudud #c00lk1dd forsaken #c00lkidd #c00lkidd x reader #c00lk1dd x reader #bluudud x reader #bluudude x reader #roblox forsaken x reader #forsaken roblox x reader #roblox x reader #roblox

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i-may-be-an-emu · 4 months ago

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SFTH FAQ and Info Masterpost

This is kinda long so

sfth info:

General info

Sam and Tom’s last names being different sometimes

Shark Friend, Mr Wompa and Squidboi terms origins

the boys degrees

information about what you get with patreon

navigating patreon

roll from the hip

wing it

Just a note that all sfth videos are subtitled to my knowledge and the recent uploads get subtitled asap (a decent amount in other languages too!!!) The subtitlers are AMAZING!!!! They are credited in the video descriptions.

If you see any fake sfth accounts on any platforms try to report them!!! Unfortunately there’s a multitude of them on tiktok >:( and tiktok doesn’t let people report them (there’s an issue for some when you try to) Try to not suppourt or watch these stolen videos! Sfth are verified now!!! (If that’s easier for people to tell which is the real them :))

Obviously there’s no rules on tumblr but as a general courtesy to the guys, consider keeping in mind:

Not sharing links to patreon content if you’re a patreon (which is probably actually a patreon rule but I’m just assuming that) and keeping clips of patreon things under 2 minutes. Screenshots and discussions are fine!! (As some people have been wondering) though maybe consider tagging the original post with a patreon tag (like #sfthpatreon) so people who aren’t patreons and don’t want to see patreon stuff can filter it out.

Not sharing screenshots/links/clips/ect of the guys when they were younger unless it’s still on their actual sfth account or their own personal accounts. They’ve stated before that they don’t really want these shared and have taken some older videos down.

[I’m only saying this so that people are aware and keep it in mind and be informed!!! Not telling people what they can and can’t do!]

links to stuff:

The Current fanfiction masterlist and also the Fanfiction masterlist- no longer updated (both lists are mine, fics are of many different authors all credited through the ao3 links) and also an ao3 page with mostly all sfth fics by @bbatcat-09

ao3 guide a relationships ao3 tagging guide and a revised ao3 tagging guide (specific for the sfth fandom) (all by the incredible @youling-the-ghost)

List of games that sfth have posted (by @letsbesharkfriends)

sfth fan wiki (by @youling-the-ghost, I have also contributed a little but it’s mostly him :))

tv tropes sfth page (by @friendofthesharks)

sfth map (by @goingroundincircles-ontrack)

kiss count, not up to date (mine, diagram by @leftenmost-window)

“who said it” and “which member are you” really fun sfth quizzes! (by @toddandersonwithtrustissues)

Another very fun quiz a “which unrelenting aubergine character are you” quiz by @youling-the-ghost :))

You can find amazing sfth gifs by @hellsquills (to find these search “shoot from the gif” within her blog)

Very impressive and helpful sfth death count by @letsbesharkfriends

some info about dnd and the bitter sweethearts and eftv characters classes in a reblog by @youling-the-ghost

tier list maker for all the longforms including patreon by @ardenofthegarden

sfth discord info by me

search “#sfth asks” on my blog to find any asks about or relating to sfth- it’s not just questions, but there is a great deal of questions that you might find yours answered by :) I’m always happy to get asks and to help out with any questions!!! I’ve also started tagging “#sfth faq’s” recently

You should check out all the amazing fanart too under #sfth fanart!!! (also sneaky self promotion that I make fanart sometimes lol #emu draws is my art tag :))

feel free to @, dm me or send asks anytime if you have any sfth related questions or wanna obsess over it with me :)

Fandom tags:

(from memory and just the common ones I see)

(there’s no rules of course, just a little list so that people can search for and filter things easily :))

main tags:

#shoot from the hip #sfth #shootimpro #sfthposting #sfth screenshots

#sam russell #sfth sam #alexander jeremy #sfth aj #luke manning #sfth luke #tom mayo #sfth tom #sfth sam

fanwork tags:

#sfth fanart #sfth fanfic #sfth fanfiction #sfth edits #sfth headcanons

patreon tags:

#sfthpatreon #sfth patreon things #sfth patreon #the bitter sweethearts #sfth dnd #sfth livestreams #sfth livestreams #escape from the vault

roll from the hip tags:

#roll from the hip #rfth #the plaugeround

Here’s the link to join the sfth fan discord! https://discord.gg/sfthcord (Just a note that it is a 14+ server.) Everyone is lovely and there’s no pressure to interact- but if you do the community is so welcoming!!!

sfth linktree (stuff about their upcoming shows and links to their things. you can also sign up for patreon here)

sfth website

sfth ko-fi

AJ ko-fi (for his film making) and his film insta @lofi_film25

Tom’s graphic novel @futurethecomic (insta)

Sam wrote an audiobook “Evergreen” and you can find it on Spotify

if you think of anything that should go on this post let me know! :)

(Just a note that I keep this pretty up-to-date :))

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apopticghoul · 1 year ago

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SHUT THE GUCK UO SHUT UP SHIT IP SHUT UPPPP

Well, I was not expecting to get kinkshamed today. What an accurate surprise. If you want to take a rollercoaster of a UQuiz, click here.

#SHHHHUR UP #sleep token #shut up koi #this reminded me i was gonna make a which sleep token character are you quiz and i’m GONNA DO IT NOE

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months ago

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Heyoo so I did a “Which Hazbin Character should you Date” quiz and got Angel Dust so like uhhhh can I get fluffy relationship headcanons about him? Sorry that I don’t have anything specific. If you want me to be specific, tell me so I can try to come up with a prompt!

(Btw if you also do the quiz can you pls tell me who you got bc I’m curious lol)

Angel Dust x Reader fluff headcanons

QUOTEV MENTIONED!! ive been tempted lately to make some quizzes over there GRRRR i got charlie by the way!! not sure how to feel about that since i love her but like- i feel like she would be a little overwhelming for me to be around a lot of the time </3 notes: reader is masc, short post, general hcs overall cws: mentions of drug use and drinking

loves taking you out to clubs and parties to unwind- hopefully you can keep up with him during the night! hes not going to force you to indulge in any substances if you arent interested, though- would never do that

very affectionate when hes intoxicated- not only in... THAT... way, but hes generally more soft and open when interacting with you. its.. different

hangs onto your arm and leans against you for support as he goes on about something that doesnt really matter, but you listen to him anyway as you walk him home so he can get some rest

"i got drunk and got really excited to see my cat" meme but youre the cat covered in kiss marks

when youre not out bouncing from club to club in the night you sometimes just unwind in one of your rooms in the hotel and just... exist... sometimes its nice to unwind after a long day!

self care days are also in store, too! drags you somewhere to get your nails done or to get a massage or SOMETHING! you both deserve a moment to treat yourselves!

definitely uses his extra set of arms to pull you in for a hug, and will make sure your head rests on his chest fluff... very soft and fluffy, vaguely smells like strawberries

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin imagine #angel dust x reader #angel dust x you #angel dust imagine #canon x reader #canon x you #x reader

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artsyannierose · 6 months ago

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ALASTOR FANS ARE SOMETHING ELSE I SWEAR I JUST SAW SOMEONE OVER ON TWITTER SAYING ALASTOR’S ABUSE ISNT AS BAD AS VALENTINO

Your double standards are wild bro

Aight here we go

1 - Husk mentioned he “sold his soul to SAVE his power” not to gain more power, he was probably running low on luck and looking for a way to get back on his feet

2 - Blaming Husk??? Look I’m one of those people who LOVES character development and i sincerely hope husk was a horrible sinner, like i hope he was greedy and selfish and didn’t give a shit about his souls, long as he had the rush of a good gamble. I HOPE HE WAS AN ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE PERSON WHO GOT KNOCKED DOWN SOME PEGS TO WHERE HE IS NOW

BECAUSE THEN IT WOULD MAKE HIM REALIZE THAT ITS NOT SO FUN BEING THE OWNED SOUL NOW IS IT, AT THE BECK AND CALL OF THE RADIO DEMON NO LESS

AND YES YES I HOPE THAT’S WHY HE IS THE WAY HE IS NOW, AND WHY HE’S SO PERCEPTIVE

But wtf bro you literally are writing alastor off like he isn’t a maniacal psychopath that literally the entire pride ring fears because he’s a nasty lil power-obsessed shit?? Also Husk is well aware that his decisions got him here, that was the whole point of the prologue to loser baby

I desperately hope husk was unrecognizable as an overlord, I WANT TO SEE THAT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

Ironic how this genius says “he was no better than them” YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT ALASTOR ARE YOU BLINDDDD

Pisses me off so much how people are like “oh alastor’s abuse isn’t that bad” IM SORRY DO YOU GET TO DECIDE HOW BAD SOMEONE’S ABUSE IS??? HOW IT AFFECTS THE VICTIMS????? WHO DIED AND MADE YOU THE PSYCHOLOGIST

HUSK WAS SHAKING BRO HES USUALLY SO CHILL AND UNBOTHERED SO CLEARLY ITS BAD i want to say alastor’s done some pretty messed up things to husk because he like revels in physical pain and whatnot, so husk possibly thought he was about to go through something like that again??? HOW IS THAT ANY WORSE THAN RAPE GENUINELY I DONT UNDERSTAND YALL…

Valentino is a prick and so is Alastor there is no “levels of abuse” this is why domestic violence is bad bc nobody is actually bothered ffs YOU PEOPLE ARE MY CONCERN FOR SOCIETY

I NEED A HUSK CENTRIC EPISODE IN SEASON 2 RIGHT NOW BECUASE I NEED CANON MATERIAL FOR CLOWNS LIKE THIS

UNIRONICALLY THEY’RE A RADIODUST SHIPPER WHICH IS SENDING MEEEEE

NO WAY YOU’RE CALLING HUSKERDUST TOXIC THEN GO SHIP RADIODUST IM SOBBING

Yall some other breed istg

Ok thanks for coming to my TedTalk im literally in English class supposed to be taking a quiz bye

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #artsyannierambles #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel alastor #This is both funny to me and makes me annoyed #Ofc husk is my favorite character but like #Still #my point still stands

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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

Like I did with the moral alignments, I thought I would make a post about why and how I sort characters into Hogwarts Houses! There are also quizzes so you can figure it out for yourself as well. I go into detail about each House, what they represent, their background and what it means to be sorted into a certain House.

I hope you enjoy!

*just because I’m talking about Harry Potter doesn’t mean I align with the transphobic views of J.K. Rowling. There is no room for transphobia on my page, and I support the trans and LGBTQIA+ community*

Figuring out which Hogwarts House you belong to has been around since the HP series came out. But I think there’s more to it than simply choosing to be in ‘the brave house’ or ‘the smart house.’ I think it reveals a lot about a person - or rather, a large aspect.

Here are a few tests for you to try, comment below what you got!

Test 1 (the ‘official’ Wizarding World quiz)

Test 2 (from IDRlabs, they have other personality quizzes as well!)

Test 3 (Here’s the full Pottermore quiz. The 1st quiz will only have a few questions, so that’s why I don’t think it’s fully accurate to take)

Test 4 (A really good one from Quotev, the questions/answers aren’t obvious)

Gryffindor: Do what is right. Hufflepuff: Do what is kind. Ravenclaw: Do what is wise. Slytherin: Do what is necessary.

𝐆𝐑𝐘𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑

“ Where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart “

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Fire

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor’, Godric Gryffindor.

Dwelled at Godric’s Hollow

Was an accomplished dueller

A fair man, he believed that any child who displayed magical abilities before their 11th birthday should be able to attend Hogwarts.

Gryffindor was the original owner of the Sorting Hat

Gryffindor also had a sword made, which would present itself to any true Gryffindor in a moment of need.

He was allegedly the best friend of Slytherin before he left Hogwarts

Godric will always be known for his accomplished skills in battle, and his fight against Muggle discrimination in the wizarding world.

𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:

Courage

Bravery

Standing up for what you believe in - even if your voice shakes.

Caring about the greater good

Daring/Bold

Having a deep need to do the right thing

Standing out from the crowd

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:

Lucy Pevensie

Thor

Mulan

Katniss Everdeen

Merida

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Buffy Summers

Chandler Bing

𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅

“ You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true. And unafraid of toil. “

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Earth

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘From valley broad,’ Helga Hufflepuff

A kind and warm woman who believed in loyalty, patience and hard-work as the best abilities a person can possess

Was a brilliant cook and had remarkable skills for preparing food. Her recipes are still used in Hogwarts to this day.

She brought the house-elves to Hogwarts

Owner of Hufflepuff’s Cup

She was the best friend of Rowena Ravenclaw

𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:

Loyalty

A need for justice. A lot of the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor traits are intertwined, but the difference is that Gryffindors don’t need to know a person to feel the need to look out for them.

Patient

Believe in fairness and equality (Helga Hufflepuff was the only founder who believed everyone should have a fair chance in being taught)

Accepting

Thinks about other people more than themselves

Would do anything at all, for family

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:

Edmund Pevensie

Antman

Jay Gatsby

Okoye

Samwise Gamgee

Michael Scott

Alfred Pennyworth

Joey Tribbiani

Phoebe Buffay

𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

“ Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you’ve a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind. “

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Air

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘From Glen,’ Rowena Ravenclaw

A sharp and intelligent woman

She wanted to make Hogwarts the finest wizarding school in the world, teaching only those with the highest intelligence

Rowena wore a diadem that was said to grant wisdom to the wearer, however, Rowena’s own daughter grew jealous of her mother’s incredible intelligence. Helena Ravenclaw stole her mother’s diadem and ran away, a fact that Rowena kept hidden from her fellow founders even when she fell ill.

Wanting to see Helena before she died, Rowena sent a man to bring Helena home. Unfortunately, that man was the Bloody Baron, who was in love with Helena, and stabbed her in a rage when she refused to come home.

After Helena was tragically killed, legend tells us that Rowena Ravenclaw died of a broken heart.

She was the best friend of Helga Hufflepuff

𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:

Intelligence

Wisdom

Witty

Open-minded - don’t mix well with traditional, close-minded people. Ravenclaws see the big picture, they think about what things could be, rather than what things are.

They think outside of the box, they don’t like being confined by rules or traditions.

Unique

Individualistic/Original

Actually very intuitive

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:

Susan Pevensie

Sherlock Holmes

Bruce Banner

James Bond

Annabeth Chase

Mary Poppins

Gandalf