#I'll be back eventually 🗣️

[blue-razzslushie]

Hey gang!!

so I'm deciding to take a small break from posting or being active on this account. Mental health kinda cut back on my motivation to ensure I'm posting all the time, and making drawings etc etc. And to be honest the community isn't the best at the moment, doesn't feel all that welcoming. Not to mention I'm kinda fixating on something else at the moment so that also adds to my nonexistent motivation to post.

I'm not exactly a important/ big person in the fandom so I doubt I'll be missed too badly, But just wanted to update cuz I've been radio silent!!

[palpablestupor]

When bro keeps yapping but it's fine cos you love to listen to his thoughts and ideas 🗣️

(I'll get back to DS9 art eventually but TNG has it's hooks in me rn I'm not sorry)

[eliasorchard]

i once held the sun — louis j. moriarty x f!reader

: afraid of losing you too, louis decides to push you away first. but things change once his brothers return. he finds himself doing everything in his power to try with you once more. what he doesn't know, is that, after his absence of three years—another presence, a little one had been budding besides you.

: okay i did not expect to stretch this out for so long 😭 i'm sorry for the wait, but here's your fic @crouchingapple :) when i first started this i didn't write it with the intention of writing this long, but i hope you'll like it 🗣️

: 4k+ words. damn....

: louis james moriarty x f!reader, angst, divorce, louis tries to win you back, mentions of death and terrorism, ambiguous ending. i think that's it?

if anybody asked what louis's deepest fear was, you'd—or anyone else really, joke about how it could range from 'finding suspicious marks in the laundry' or 'wilted greens in his cooking'.

but if you delved deeper past the high walls he puts up, looked at the core of the hollow space he could call his heart, it would spell one thing only 'abandonment'. for as long as he knows, he's been bestowed the gift of life, promoted by his brothers' protection. yet, has anybody, in all of the years of his life really asked him if he wanted this? a chance at life and once again?

"good mornin'...." your slurry voice pulled him back from his thoughts, well—most of them. some still lingered in the back of his head. on most mornings, louis simply spends a long time in bed getting ready to exist for the day. his existence is heavy.

the surgery that saved his life, then the protection of his brothers that lasted up until his older brother fell from the bridge and his eldest brother was prosecuted for the crimes that they all committed, that they all were a part of. why is he the only one left behind? why is he the only one that survives?

and yes, perhaps he should be grateful—but what use is a gift he does not want? what use is a life where his family isn't together?

"good morning, (name)." he pulled your body closer to him, embracing the warmth that your body provided. you were so soft early in the mornings, and felt nothing short of heavenly to touch and simply be with. "did you have a good sleep?"

"i did," you smiled at him—lazy and sleepy all at once. it was an endearing sight. louis vowed to protect you in his mind. no matter what it would cost him. after all, you were the only alive presence in the walls of this house. "did you?"

louis nodded. "more or less." and then the telephone rang.

he, quickly alerted, propped himself up on his elbows, picking the telephone that was on the nightstand beside him. both you and him knew who would call so early in the morning.

"yes.... yes, of course... alright then, i will be right there." he would answer back between every few pauses, the caller speaking between them. eventually, he put the telephone down and looked at you, shooting you an apologetic glance.

he'd planned to take the day off and spend the entire day with you, and with that in mind, you'd taken your day off at your job too. but duty calls. perhaps at the worst of times.

"it's okay, louis." you said to him, sending him an encouraging smile. with a hand gesture, you dismissed him. "i'll be fine. at least i'll have the day to spoil myself. you go on."

with furrowed eyebrows, he got off the bed, changing into his outdoor clothes. he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "i'm sorry." he mumbled anyway. "i'll see you later this evening. i love you."

"of course." you answered back, although your voice was slightly tighter. monotonous. rehearsed. you both knew he was lying when he would say he would come home soon or anywhere around the evening/afternoon during job days. "i love you, too."

the door clicked shut.

"absolutely not." louis exclaimed, but you would not listen to him. he was feeling frustrated. infact, why should you? nobody gets to dictate what things you do or how you do them.

"are you even listening to yourself?" you shot back. you gestured towards his body, which was a bandaged, bloody mess. crime rates had risen after the fall of the lord of crime, and crime syndicates and organized crime would often fall into wars—with the M16 trying to eradicate the groups and ease the fear that had been simmering in the minds of the people of britain.

and this was the outcome of it—a terrorist attack.

"you can't go out there again," you were firm. it was one of the things that made louis fall in love with you. "not in this state."

"i have a job to do out there, (name). lives are at stake. it's dangerous out there. people are dying." louis huffed.

"i understand, i do, but you're not in the state to lead M16 right now. i have experience with this, i've done this with you and the others before. i can do this, louis. please. trust me, won't you?"

"it's not about trust, god— it's—" louis snapped his mouth shut. you shot him an inquisitive look, raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something. but he didn't. how could he say anything to you at all? you were right. you were capable in every sense, you were smart, had a good relationship with everyone else.. it's almost like you were perfect for the job. he was just afraid.

afraid of something happening to you. to you, of all people. terrified, absolutely terrified you would leave him as well.

"well..?"

louis sighed, resigned and tired. he'd been out there for 24 hours. the wounds and the fatigue was getting to him. "alright..."

"i'm glad!" you squealed, hugging him (perhaps too tightly) and forcing a pained groan to leave his chapped lips.

the fluorescent lights of the emergency shelter burned into your eyes as you sit on the edge of the bed. it's too bright here—too clean. too still. you can still hear the dull hum of the explosion.

that constant ringing in your ears, as if the sound had been carved into your skull. you can't shake it. it won't leave you. it's all you can hear. the doctor is speaking to you, but her lips are moving like she's underwater. the words don’t reach you, just echoes in the distance, hollow and thin. incomprehensible.

"can you hear me? hello? blink if you can hear me."

you look down at your hands, fingers trembling. the blood on your shirt isn’t yours—at least you don’t think it is. everything around you feels strange. the fabric feels sticky and damp, clinging to your skin. you're shaking violently. you can't feel it.

everything that was said was a low hum. the doctor spoke to her nurses in a quiet yet determined manner. "patient’s non-responsive. let’s check for any signs of head trauma or further shock. we may need a sedative or anything to stabilize."

the doctor waved a hand in front of your face. "can you try to hold my hand? anything at all to tell us you're aware?"

she’s checking your vitals, but you're not here. you're back there. in the smoke. in the chaos. among the dead bodies.

"(name)?!" your name was being shouted at the top of somebody's lungs. familiar, you think. there's panic in the voice. great horror and fear. desperation. hope. "(name)— where are you? (name)! please, please tell me where you are!"

you want to call out but your tongue feels heavy.

the new voice finally cuts through the static. you blinked and saw the doctor, her face blurry at the edges. her words slowly filtered in, but you didn't understand them. you see, but you don't register. the doctor turns to face a new face. it's louis. they exchanged a few words, he turns towards you and—

"thank god— thank god you're safe," louis was clutching tightly onto you, as if you would be gone forever if he let go. his face was buried into your neck, shuddering breaths leaving him. tears from his eyes pool down the length of your neck. "(name), i was so worried, i— i thought i would lose you.."

and suddenly it clicks. you're pulled back from the depths of your mind. and the memories come flashing in bursts; screams. crying. wails of injured stray animals. smoke. the rush of people, the press of piles upon piles of bodies trying to get away, the chaos swallowing them whole. you think you saw several people go down, but everything after that is a blur. there was no time to react, no time to process. just running. just trying to survive.

a tear trickles down your cheek. your throat feels tight. then more tears: an incessant waterfall that refuses to stop. the moment his hands touch you, something inside you snaps. the numbness, the disconnection, all of it shatters, and you feel everything all at once. overwhelmingly so. your body collapses into him, shaking uncontrollably. you don’t even realize your fingernails are digging into him, but you can’t let go. you can’t.

"louis— louis i was so scared, i— there were so many bodies. so much blood. so much gore," everything rushes past you like a broken dam. "i should've known! i should've done something! i should've been able to save all those people— i failed! i failed!"

"nonono— please, pretty, it wasn't your fault. none of it was. it never will be." louis says hurriedly, brows furrowed in worry. his breath hitches as he holds you, his own panic simmering beneath the surface — but he tries to stay steady for you. "oh, (name)..." he whispers, voice breaking. "shhh.. you're okay, you’re okay now, (name)… you're safe here. i'm here with you, shh..."

you should feel relief, right? you made it out. you're alive. louis is right here, holding you. but instead there’s this emptiness, this strange void where the emotions should've been. maybe this is what shock feels like. maybe this is just how it is now. you wonder if you'll ever hear anything besides this ringing again.

survivor's guilt is an all consuming thing.

you could have never in a hundred years prepared yourself for the news he dropped on you friday night. you knew he had been acting strange for some time now: tense, heavy and conflicted. but you certainly never would've expected this, of all. he was terrified. terrified of something happening to you, especially after what happened only a few weeks ago.

"mr. louis wishes to file a divorce with you," the lawyer placed the divorce papers on the table in front of you.

"what?" your tome of voice was sharp. unbelieving. the very notion of divorce seemed absurd to you. "divorce? please, i don't like jokes like these— where's louis? i want to meet louis."

"my client does not wish to talk to you, mrs. (name)." his lawyer looked at you, unfeeling and cold, as if you were some sort of unworthy pest. "all we require from you is your signature," he tapped at the lower end of the page. "....right here."

you could feel tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. how could he? rage and anguish were a heavy combination and you, standing, had to grasp onto a chair to ground yourself. he didn't even bother coming here himself? was he ever such a coward?

after a rather lengthy talk with louis's lawyer, you finally relented and picked up the pen he'd passed to you. your tears had dried long ago. now all that remained was numbness. "fine." you said flatly, voice hoarse, and imprinted your signature on the paper.

"should we get more apples?"

"damnit, we've been walking around and buying things all day. this wasn't why i accompanied the two of you, ya know."

fred and louis exchanged glances amongst each other, then shrugged, nodding amongst themselves. louis had sworn to himself that he wouldn't return to this part of the city again, but the venue was already set and he didn't want to inconvenience his reunited brothers. "you're right... perhaps we have been buying a little too much."

"thank god for common sense," moran exclaims, sarcastic yet grateful.

"it's just... my brothers have come home after years. i thought we could have dinner together. like the old days." louis muttered.

moran slung an arm around louis's shoulder, to which the blond flinched, visibly annoyed—but held his tongue. fred smiled. the three chatted amongst themselves until moran pointed something out. "hey, wait.. hold on. ain't that your ex-wife?"

but perhaps he shouldn't have, because he watched the subtle, barely noticeable smile on louis's face drop, eyes widening.

there you were, after three years—strolling around the afternoon market as well. you looked more tired than before. aged. but yet there was still a smile present on your face. softer, but heavy.

"please put these in the bag as well.." "of course, miss."

what hit louis harder in the guts was when a little girl, not older than three years came rushing up to you and wrapped his little fingers around your index. "can we go home please?"

"alright, my dear," you ruffle the girl's hair a bit and smile down at her. "i'm almost done here, okay? and we'll go home."

the world shifted for louis. his pulse roared in his ears, drowning out the bustling sounds of the market. his heart was beating unusually fast. this child, there was something about her that took louis's breath away from a suspicion.

"louis?" moran’s voice broke through the haze, but louis didn’t respond. his gaze stayed fixed on you, on the child. your back was turned as you carefully handed the grocer another item, a calm smile still gracing your face, but your shoulders were tense—always ready, as if you were carrying something heavier than the bag you clutched. and louis couldn’t look away.

"fred—do you see this?" moran murmured, his voice hushed.

"she has a kid." fred frowned, stealing a glance at louis before muttering, "we should go. louis—" but louis stepped forward, barely hearing them. his legs moved on instinct, his heart in his throat. he'd practiced this speech several times, the apologies he'd say to you, the amends he'd make.. but now that you're all of a sudden infront of louis, louis's words fail himself too easily.

"(name)..?"

your name came out hoarse, like a breath dragged from his chest. you froze. slowly, you turned, the smile slipping from your lips as your gaze locked with his.

your eyes widened, then narrowed slightly, guarded. "louis." the girl tugged at your hand, looking up at you with innocent curiosity. "mom? who’s that?"

mom.

the word sliced a blade of guilt through his ribs.

"just... an old friend, darling." your voice was steady, but louis didn’t miss the slight tremor underneath. you smoothed the girl’s hair gently before straightening, pulling her just a little closer.

"is she—?" louis started, but his voice cracked, and he couldn’t finish. the question hung between you, heavy and unspoken.

"don't." you whispered sharply, the softness in your expression replaced with something colder. protective.

louis swallowed hard. "why didn’t you tell me?" you stared at him, and for a moment, he thought you might break—that you’d shout, cry, something. but instead, you took a steady breath.

"i didn’t know," you said quietly, your voice laced with exhaustion. "not until after." the weight of your words hit him like a freight train. he stumbled back a step, his hands trembling at his sides. three years. three years of absence. three years of her growing up without him. without knowing who he was.

"i—" he tried, but you shook your head.

"it doesn’t change anything, louis."

"but it does," he croaked. his gaze fell to the little girl now peeking curiously from behind your leg. his daughter. his daughter. his chest constricted painfully. "what’s her name?"

you hesitated, as though you didn’t want to give him that much, but you sighed softly. "amelia."

amelia. it sounded so sweet and delicate, and the ache in his chest deepened. she glanced up at him again, her big, inquisitive eyes so achingly familiar—his eyes. louis blinked, his throat tightening. "(name,) listen, i..." he said softly, desperately.

"please." you tensed again, fingers curling protectively around amelia’s small hand. "louis..." there was a warning in your tone, but it faltered as you looked at him—really looked at him. and for a fleeting moment, he saw the pain you’d carried, the years that hadn’t been kind to you.

"please, hear me out. i.. i want to know her. and you, again. she’s not just anyone, she's my daughter." he whispered, taking another tentative step closer. "and you—" he took in a sharp breath. "you're the love of my life."

"you mean to say i was." you hissed. "and where were you, louis? how can you be so shameful?" your voice cracked this time, tears threatening to spill as your gaze hardened. "where were you when i needed you most? when i thought i was alone? you left me. you didn't even bother telling me yourself!"

louis couldn’t answer. he could only stare at you with pained eyes, shattered by the truth of it. he knew you were right. he hadn’t been there. he had walked away. like a fool. like a coward. and now, he had to face the cost. you pulled amelia closer and glanced over your shoulder. "we should go."

"wait... please—" he choked out.

"goodbye, louis."

louis didn’t see you again for weeks after that day at the market, but it was as though his entire world had shifted. every second, every thought, every sleepless night brought him back to you and to amelia. he could still see her curious eyes looking up at him, so achingly familiar, and it only made the guilt weigh heavier. he had to see you again. had to try.

it started small. a knock at your door one rainy evening startled you, and when you opened it, there was nothing but a basket of your favourite fruits resting on your doorstep with a note tucked inside. "thought you might need these. - L."

you stared at the familiar scrawl for far too long before shutting the door with a sigh, leaving the basket there.

a week later, he showed up at the market where you often shopped, hands shoved nervously into his pockets as he watched you from afar. you noticed him immediately—how could you not?—but you ignored him, pretending not to care as you handed amelia a light bag to carry.

"mom? that man’s looking at you," she whispered loudly. you shot louis a glare over your shoulder, and he had the decency to look sheepish.

"he’s no one, darling," you muttered under your breath, though your chest tightened painfully when amelia turned to give louis a small wave. "but you said he was your friend." "not anymore."

and so it continued. louis didn’t push, didn’t demand answers or try to force his way into your life. instead, he lingered on the edges, trying to prove himself in the only ways he knew how. he offered to help when he saw you struggling to carry groceries. he left small bouquets of your favorite flowers at your door—nothing extravagant, just thoughtful. he even fixed the broken hinge on your garden gate one morning while you were out, leaving behind no trace but a silent repair.

you wanted to be angry. you tried to be angry. but as the days turned to weeks, that sharp edge you’d held onto for years began to dull. louis didn’t ask for forgiveness. he didn’t demand anything from you. he just showed up, day after day, carrying the weight of his mistakes quietly, trying to make amends.

then one evening, you found him sitting on the stone steps outside your door, soaked to the bone from the sudden downpour. you let out a deep sigh. "what are you doing here, louis?" your voice was tired, but not sharp this time.

he flinched, then looked up at you—hair plastered to his forehead, eyes softer than you'd ever seen them. "i needed to talk to you."

"there's nothing to talk about," you replied, crossing your arms.

"please," he breathed, standing slowly. "i know i don’t deserve this. any of this. any of you, and her. i don't even deserve to be standing in front of you here right now. but i—” he ran a hand through his wet hair, words failing him as his chest heaved. "i need you to know that i’m sorry... for everything."

you stared at him for a long while, your resolve trembling as you caught the raw desperation in his gaze. "sorry doesn’t change what happened, louis. it doesn’t change the years we lost."

"i know, i know" he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. "i know it doesn’t. but i promise— i swear i’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right, if you’ll let me."

you swallowed hard, unable to look away as he stepped closer. you didn't know what to say, nor what to do. "and amelia?"

louis blinked, his expression softening even more at the sound of her name. "i want to know her. i want to be there for her, for both of you. i don’t want to miss anything else. i can't."

you felt your walls cracking. "it’s not that simple, louis."

"i know." he said, voice steady now but quiet at the same time. "i'm not walking away this time. you don't need to take me back, just... give me a chance to prove myself to you."

silence hung between you, heavy and uncertain. part of you still wanted to push him away, to protect yourself from the pain you"d carried for so long. but the other part—the part that had never stopped loving him, no matter how much you tried—wanted to believe him. "we’ll see," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "that’s all i can give you right now."

louis exhaled shakily, nodding as though you’d just given him the world. and perhaps you really did. he ran a hand through his wet hair. you were the sun in his life, the most bright and beautiful thing in it. and because of what he did, he lost you. and he knows. he knows what he did wrong. "that's more than enough."

your heart was thumping in your chest. you weren’t sure what the future held as louis turned to leave, but for the first time in three entire years, you let yourself feel something close to hope.

louis didn’t take your "we'll see" lightly. in fact, he treated it like a promise. a mission. from that day on, he made it his journey to prove to you—and to amelia—that he wasn’t the man he used to be. afraid and insecure. he wasn’t going to walk away again.

it started with the little things, because louis knew you well enough to understand you wouldn’t be won over with grand, material gestures. so he showed up in the ways that mattered.

one morning, you stepped out onto your porch to find a neatly packed lunch sitting on the steps with a note: "thought you might have a busy day. take care of yourself. - L." you rolled your eyes, but this time—you took it. inside was your favorite food and a thermos of your favourite drink, perfectly made—just how you used to like it. it was louis's cooking, you were sure. it'd been years since you had that, and it made you a little emotional.

another time, you came home from work to find your garden neatly weeded, the flowers you'd neglected blooming brighter than before. when you asked your neighbor if she'd seen anyone around, she only shrugged and said to you, "a blond man came by. seemed determined to get his hands dirty. i thought you knew him. should i stop him if he comes next time?"

you paused, then shook your head. "no... it's okay."

amelia noticed too. "mom, who fixed the swing in the backyard?" she asked one afternoon, gleefully testing the sturdy rope. you didn’t answer, though you had a pretty good idea.

"i'm not so sure, dear." you said as you gave her a push.

then there was the day he showed up again, not watching you from afar this time, but waiting with two bags of apples in his hands. you gave him a wary look. "you’re still at this, huh?"

"what can i say? i’m stubborn," he replied softly, a tiny smile tugging at his lips as he held out one of the bags. "for amelia. i hear she likes apple pie."

"did the neighbours tell you that?"

louis shrugged, keeping quiet.

"and you think you can win her over with apples?" you scoffed, unable to hide your own smile. you took the bag anyway.

"no," he said quietly, holding your gaze. "but i"ll try."

then he'd take you out to lunch, dinner—any meal he could take you too. any time you showed interest in any particular item, next thing you knew, he'd be whipping out his wallet.

what broke you, though, was the day amelia came home from school with stars in her eyes. "mom!" she shouted, dropping her backpack with a thud. "guess who picked me up today?"

your heart dropped. “who?”

"that man who always looks at you at the market. uh—what'd he say his name was..? oh right! louis!” she said excitedly. "he said he used to know you and that he wanted to help you out today since you were busy."

your hands froze as you held onto the dish you were scrubbing, water dripping off your fingertips. "he... what?"

"he bought me ice cream too." amelia added happily, completely unaware of the storm that's begun building inside you at that.

louis showed up at your door that evening before you could call him. "you overstepped." you snapped as soon as you opened it, crossing your arms and blocking the doorway. but he didn’t flinch. he looked earnest, as though he’d prepared for this. "i asked you not to meet her. atleast not yet. why don't you listen? why don't you give a damn about what i think?"

"you're right. and i'm sorry." he said, hands raised in surrender. "but you said you had an important meeting today. i couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. she’s my daughter too."

"she could've stayed at school with the teachers. they stay at least until five pm. i would've been done by then." your chest ached, and you turned your eyes away from him. "you don’t get to act like her father just because it’s convenient now."

"this isn’t about convenience." he shot back, his voice low, but steady. "it's about her. it's about you. i missed three years, (name). three years i can’t get back, no matter how hard i try. but i am trying. and i won’t stop."

louis's words hung heavy in the air. when you finally turned to look at him, his expression was softer, raw with emotion. "i don’t expect you to forgive me overnight." he whispered. "you don't even need to. but i want to be here... in your life. in her's. as much as you'll allow me to. but please, atleast for amelia's sake.. please try to give me a chance. even if just a little."

for a long moment, neither of you spoke. then, quietly, you asked, "why now, louis? why does this matter to you so much?"

he hesitated, searching for the right words. "because i still love you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "i always have. i was just too much of a coward back then. i.. i thought that if i continued to stay by your side, you'd get hurt. that something would happen again. i thought i had lost my brothers, (name). i couldn't lose you—not you too. never you."

you felt the tears sting your eyes, but you blinked them away. "but you did anyway. you lost me when you sent your lawyer to collect my signature on the divorce papers."

louis exhaled, furrowed eyebrows and nodding. "i did.. but i thought it would be much better than find you—" he couldn't even get the words out. so, he whispered. "dead."

"..." you paused. "love can't always fix everything."

"but maybe it's a start."

for the next few months, he took things slow, giving you space when you needed it, but always making sure you knew he was there. he learned amelia’s favorite bedtime stories and showed up to watch her school performances. he memorized your routine, leaving small, thoughtful surprises in his wake—fresh flowers on fridays, your favorite pastry waiting for you at the café. it wasn’t flashy, it wasn’t grand, but it was louis.

slowly, something began to shift. you let him walk you and amelia home from the market one evening. you let him sit with you on the porch while the little girl played. you even let him make dinner one night when you were too tired to argue. amelia beamed the whole time, delighted by the way louis taught her how to fold dumplings properly.

"he's nice, mom," she whispered later that night, curling into your side as you tucked her in. "and he makes you smile more too."

you didn’t have an answer for that.

the first time you invited louis inside on a rainy afternoon, he nearly dropped the umbrella he was holding. "are you coming or not?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

louis was flustered, he didn't know what to say—the colour pink coated his cheeks. "i... yes— yes. okay. i am. i'm.. i'm coming in."

when you handed him a steaming mug of tea, his fingers brushed yours, and for the first time in years, it didn’t hurt to let him close. amelia came rushing in from her bedroom, excited to show a clumsy drawing she'd made of you, her and him. he took a small sip from his cup, and picked amelia onto his lap.

"we'll see." you'd said months ago. now louis let himself believe that maybe—just maybe, he was earning his second chance.

@ELIASORCHARD — do not steal, retranslate or repost.

[shuenkio]

Admire not from afar | Enha Hyung line

Paring: hyung-line x male!reader

Genre: Suggestive.

Cw: swearing, fantasize.

Pov: Co-workers having obsession admire at you.

Wc: 400+

Non proof read/ English is not my 1st lang.

Lhs: Nerdy-quite guy who would stalk your social media, having your face on his wallpaper, while bragging to his friends that you're his one and only boyfriend, even though it's not true.

 

It's getting out of hand when you realize that he's the one who left those unknown, randomly given gifts in your locker every single morning. Eventually you started to ignore and avoid him at all costs, to the point that when you went home from work one day, you found him there, sitting while crossing his leg as he lean against the wooden chair inside your apartment. 

 

"Hello, baby boy, I see you avoiding me, so I'd like to pay you a visit. How do you like that?" 

Pjs: Everyone praises him not because of his potential or talents in the workplace; it's because he's related to the CEO of the company. You hate people who are overpowered by their money and not their own work, so you're brave enough to say what comes to mind when they make a mistake. 

 

Finally, you just got yourself into trouble; however, since he liked you enough to spare your life, he had another plan. 

 

While going to the bathroom to wash your dirty hands, you suddenly feel a pair of hands grab your forearm before pulling you inside the bathroom stall, locking the door at instant. 

 

"You've been a really bad boy lately, Mn! How dumb are you to not realize I'm your crazy secret Santa? Now you're going to pay for your consequences, darling." 

Sjy: The happiest guy is everyone's lifesaver and lover. Whenever there's a problem in the company, he'll always be there to fix the issue using his sexy brain in a blink of an eye. As a new employee, you were impressed at how much the other workers liked him, and the answer is quite obvious. 

 

Little did you know, not all good guys are innocent and nice; Jake also had his dark side too. He likes to take advantage of new employees like you, and at the end of the day, he'll throw them out as if they were some pieces of used trash. 

 

Nevertheless, when he laid eyes on you, it seemed like he couldn't stop thinking about you; you're that special to make him head over heels for you that bad. 

 

Late at night, as you take the elevator to the ground floor, Jake is also in the elevator, and you never know what will happen. 

 

"Mn, you might think I'm all bright and amazing, but did you know that every time I see you, I love fantasizing about you being under me?" 

 

Psh: This guy was cold as ice; no wonder he's the best employee of the month almost every single time, despite how hard he's working alone. Regardless of being friends with him for so long, you still don't know his personal life, his daily routine, or his inside. You couldn't care much since you respect his decision to keep himself.

 

But the reason why he won't let you visit him at his apartment is because all your pictures that he's captured every chance he's gotten were pinned and spread all over his room like a crime detective investigation. Not only is he obsessed, he already had plan B if you said no to his confession one day. 

 

"I'd give up heaven if I had to make you mine, little man." 

 

🗣️ please mind my English! ><

🗣️Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

🗣️ crd to all pics&dividers

🗣️ I can't imagine makenae line going to work like what 🤓 Anyway this is my last updated this week, since I have another exam next week, so I'll come back once I'm alive again!

[robin374]

I saw that your requests were open and I jumped into action lol

Any ideas for the Mercs and reader with an “only one bed” trope? (Love the stuff youve written btw <3)

One Bed Trope with the mercs (part 1)

I'm gonna start with Demoman because he is my husband and gets the privilege of being the first.

Demoman ❤️

He just wanted to sleep man 😭

When you two finished the assigned mission that Miss Pauling gave you two, you went to the hotel/motel (how do you call it in English?). When you entered the room the first thing you two saw was a single big bed, for two people.

You looked at Demo and he was awkwardly standing there. He couldn't believe his eye

👁️👄

"I'll sleep on the floor, don't worry Demo." "No, Y/N. I've slept in all kinds of places, I think I can handle sleeping on the floor" "And that's exactly why you are sleeping in the bed"

At the end, you two decide to sleep in the same bed. He couldn't help but feel nervous, like yeah, he has slept at the top of Edinburgh's castle. Or with some random seals at a random beach. But he's never slept with the person he's in love with.

With that said, he remembers those words his Mom told him once.

"You better get a job, Tavish!"

I could give him a good job-

I don't know why he remembered that, don't ask me.

HE'S SO WARM KSDKAODJAKL I feel like his body would be so warm, because of the amount of alcohol he consumes.

He snores a little bit. Just tiny tiny tiny tiny little bit. 🤏

Not as much as Heavy at least.

He's a heavy sleeper so good luck trying to wake him up

I feel like he would see it as an opportunity to confess his feelings. Like you two are talking while laying down in bed, and casually spits it out. By the time you realize what he said, he is already sound asleep, his back facing you.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N" "Hmm? What did you say? I didn't hear you *Scottish snoring*

Scout 🤡

HE DOES NOT HESITATE 🗣️🗣️

He knows what these situations are about and he will not let it slide so easily.

He doesn't even ask you if you are okay with sleeping with him, he just says "I'm so tired, let's sleep!" And he launches himself towards the bed.

He will pat the space next to him silently telling you to sleep too.

But then reality hits him like a rock, he is sleeping with you. He is really happy, any girl would've slapped him at tha exact moment, but you just accepted your fate.

He doesn't snore, but he does this thing that dogs do that is moving his legs as if he was running.

You better be a heavy sleeper because he talks while sleeping.

"Spy stole my chicken and now I can't eat my bullets. " "Scout are you awake?" "Fuck you Spy, I miss my chicken :("

He got so red when he woke up in the morning. You were still asleep, that's the first thing he saw after opening his eyes. He wanted to kiss you so bad.

"Good morning, toots. You've slept well?"

He's so in love with istg.

But he won't confess, he wants to keep this as a (really) good memory and confess after he's sure that you feel the same.

Scared of rejection I guess.

Engie 🤠

He's so casual about it.

He has to sleep in the same bed as his crush? Well, darn.

"It is what it is" energy.

You don't want him to sleep on the floor and he doesn't want you to sleep on the floor. Oh no, sadly we will have to sleep in the same bed :( (that's sarcasm for those confused)

"Come here, sugar, I don't bite." Unless you want me to.

He snores more than Demo sorry, it's bearable though. It's like having a horse next to you huffing and puffiing. A horse you don't mind to ride (ok I'll stop now sorry lmao)

He's like a teddy bear, he doesn't mind if you hug him. On the contrary, he will "unintentionally" pull you closer.

He would wake up in the middle of the night, because he's not used to sleeping like a normal person would do. So he will take advantage of it and admire your beautiful face. How the moonlight delicatedly lights your face, your closed eyes giving that feel of calmness... He will eventually kiss your forehead and go back to sleep.

He won't say a word about it in the morning. He will just greet you like always do in the base and get back to work.

In the inside he's screaming, dancing, running, whooping of joy. For him, it's one little step more to you being his pardner.

[tayytae]

“Late Nights, and Tom”

Synopsis: Fem/Reader, who becomes increasingly suspicious of her boyfriend Tom's late-night arrivals home. She grapples with doubts about his fidelity, questioning his explanations for his tardiness. The tension builds as she confronts Tom about her concerns, leading to a pivotal moment in their relationship where trust is put to the test.

ANGST-SMUT

Reading time: 10m

MY POOKIE SAID I SHOULD DO THIS SO WHY NOT 🗣️

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I sat on the couch, staring at the clock as it ticked past midnight. Tom was late again. This had become a routine lately—him coming home way past his usual time, always with some flimsy excuse. At first, I tried to believe him, but my gut told me something was off.

Tonight, I couldn't take it anymore. I paced around the living room, my mind racing with thoughts of what he could be doing. Is he with another woman? Is he lying to me? The questions gnawed at me, consuming my thoughts until I heard the front door creak open.

Tom stumbled in, looking disheveled and guilty. "Hey, babe," he mumbled, avoiding my eyes.

I couldn't hold back anymore. "Where have you been?" My voice came out sharper than I intended.

He hesitated, then stammered out a story about a work emergency that required him to stay late. But I wasn't buying it anymore. "Tom, I can't do this. I feel like you're hiding something from me."

He looked genuinely hurt. "I'm not cheating on you, I swear. It's just been crazy at work."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I want to believe you, but it's hard when you keep coming home late without any real explanation."

Tom sat down heavily on the couch, looking defeated. "I promise, there's nothing going on. I'll try to be more transparent about my schedule from now on."

I nodded, trying to compose myself. "I just need honesty, Tom. That's all."

We argued for a while longer, and eventually, I just gave up and went to bed.

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As the days went by, the tension between us only grew. Every time Tom came home late, it was like a dagger in my heart. I tried to trust him, but the doubts kept creeping in. One evening, I couldn't contain my frustration any longer, once again, I accidentally outbursted.

"You're late again," I said, my voice trembling with anger.

Tom sighed, running a hand through his braided hair, tracing the indents of the rows. “It was just a long meeting, babe. You know how it is."

"No, I don't know how it is, Tom. Because you never tell me anything anymore!" The words spilled out before I could stop them.

He looked hurt. "I'm sorry if I've been distant, but work has been crazy lately."

"That's not an excuse, Tom! You can't keep using work as a shield to hide whatever it is you're doing."

His eyes flashed with annoyance. "I'm not hiding anything from you!"

"Then why won't you just be honest with me?" I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.

Tom's expression softened. "I am being honest. I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you." He sighed, looking down at his feet for a few seconds before glancing his doe eyes back up at me.

"But you are hurting me, Tom. Every time you come home late, it feels like a betrayal."

He took a step towards me, reaching out to hold my hands. "I promise, there's no one else. You're the only one I want."

I wanted to pull away, I wanted so desperately to believe him, but the doubts lingered like a dark cloud over us. "Prove it then, Tom. Show me that I can trust you."

He nodded solemnly. "I will, I swear. Just give me a chance to make things right.." he pulled me closer by my waist, our chests touching together as he looked down at me with a smirk.

We stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air. Deep down, I wanted to believe that Tom was telling the truth. But the nagging voice in my head kept asking, what if he's not?

Tom leaned down, passionately kissing my lips. His lips felt.. soft, warm, and plump. I couldn’t help but let his tongue explore my mouth with such keenness.

I blush as tom’s lustful gaze stayed upon me. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said in a husky voice, his hand sliding up from my waist to cup my breast through my shirt. He can already feel my hardened nipple against his palm and he smirks, knowing that he has that effect on me.

I bit my lip as Tom leaned in and captured my lips in yet, another kiss. This time, the passion, the love, and the gentleness vanished. This one, was lustful, eager, and rough. His hands traveled around my body in a possessive manner, wanting nothing more then to show me his love tonight.

Tom's hands traveled down my body, pulling my shirt up and over my head, revealing my bare chest to him for the first time in what felt like years. His lips were on my skin, kissing, sucking, and nipping at my neck, collarbone, and breasts.

I moaned softly as I felt his lips attach to my neck area, my hands left his own and started to tug on his dark, black cornrows.

Tom growls, the sound vibrating through my body as he grabs my hands and pins them above my head, his lips never leaving my skin. He trails kisses down my chest, over my breasts, and flicking his tongue over each of my nipples before making his way lower.

“mmh- Tom..” I moaned quietly, loving the way his lips feel against my soft and delicate skin.

"Mm.. your skin against my lips feels amazing, fuck.." Tom murmurs against my skin, his tongue tracing patterns over my stomach as his hands move to unbutton my pants. He pulls them down, taking my panties with them and throwing them both to the side.

I feel the cold air hit me, the only form of warmth is Tom’s ragged breathing and the feeling in my lower abdomen.

I moan and throw my head back, letting myself enjoy the sensations. Tom’s constant praises and reassurances make me feel a bit better about all of his actions, but I don’t want to think about that right now. Only thing on my mind is him.

“T-Tom,” I plead, my hands tugging on his braids as I continued to speak, my hips rocking against his face in order to creat more friction.

“Mmm, that's it baby. Let go and give in to the pleasure. You're so fucking beautiful when you lose control." Tom whispers against my skin as he continues to finger and suck on my clit, determined to make me cum hard for him.

A loud moan escapes my mouth as he adds a finger, his fingers automatically curling to my g-spot. My legs squeeze his head unconsciously as the pleasure becomes a bit overwhelming.

“M’close..” I said in between my moans, whimpers coming out of my mouth as my stomach forms a knot.

“I know, you're so fucking close. Make sure you cum hard for me baby. Make that sound again, I've missed it." Tom murmurs against my skin, his fingers pumping into me faster with his thumb rubbing circles over my clit.

I moan louder, my hands gripping the sheets hard as my head gets thrown back. My mouth in a shape of an ‘O’ as a silent moan escapes my mouth at the same time. I glance back to Tom as his eyes stay focused on me, occasionally sneaking glances at his working.

"Yes, that's it baby. Cum hard for me like you always do. I love watching you cum undone in my hands." Tom groans out as he watches my reaction, his fingers moving faster as he increases the pressure on my clit.

“Shit!- M’gonna..” I couldn’t finish my sentance as my pussy clenches around Toms rather large fingers; my white juice covering his fingers

"oh fuck yeah..." Tom groans as I cum hard on his hand, his fingers covered in my juices. He immediately withdraws them and licks them off in front of me, giving a loud moan as he does.

Tom stands up and undos his belt and takes off his shirt, my eyes wander over his toned body; admiring his godly physique.

"Do you like what you see?" A smirk forms on Tom's lips as he drops his boxer briefs, showing off his cock that was now fully erect. "I hope you do because I can't wait to be inside of you."

I gasped at the size, a huge 10 inch cock. Its been in me before, but just seeing it makes me feel even wetter..

"Don't worry baby, I'll go slow. I want you to feel every inch of me in that tight little pussy." Tom gets on the bed, crawling towards me. He leans down and kisses me hard, running a hand over my chest.

I moaned into the kiss as tom pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs apart and positioning himself at my entrance.

"Oh fuck, I missed you baby. I missed that sweet little pussy too." Tom teases as he rubs his cock between my lips slowly before pushing it in all the way to the hilt, giving a loud grunt as he does.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I grip his biceps, the pain of him stretching me out is absolutely insane. Yet, do to our long history of dating, I still never really got used to his size.

"That's right, fucking tight as always baby.” Tom bottoms out and stays there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size before he starts to pull back slowly. He does this a few times so I can get used to the feeling of him being inside of me.

I bit my lip in pain, but then the pain turns in to pleasure as I begin to moan. Nodding at Tom to signal he can start to go faster.

Tom gives a low growl from the back of his throat and starts to pick up his pace, gradually going faster with each thrust as he fucks me hard and fast.

I moaned loud, my hands moving to his shoulder as I dig my nails into his skin, Tom leans down and whispers sweet nothings into my ear.

"God baby, I love you so much. Your pussy feels so good." he says with a gasp as he picks up his pace even more, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.

“T-Tom!” my eyes rolling back as my face begins to sweat, the sensations sending me into complete ecstasy.

"I'm close baby, cum with me. cum all over my cock." he growls, reaching a hand down between me to rub at my clit, the extra stimulation pushing me both over the edge.

I clench around his cock as my vision fades, stars filling my sight as I do exactly what he says. I cum hard and all over his dick. A ring of my juices can be found at the base of his penis.

Tom lets out a loud moan as he cums deep inside of me, completely filling me up with his seed. He stays there for a moment or two, trying to catch his breath before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to me.

I pant as I try and catch my breath, glancing over at Tom. His gaze then looks at me.

"wow.." he says with a grin on his face, reaching out to brush some hair out of my sweaty face. We stay silent for a few minutes before tom speaks up again, "I'm sorry I've been so late from work lately, baby. My boss has been piling on the work and I wanted to make sure I could do as much as I could so I could see you."

I pull Tom into my embrace, “Thank you baby,” I rubbed his back, “Thank you for finally telling me.”

"I know I should have told you sooner, but I didn't want you to worry." he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer.

I smiled, “Its fine baby, I love you.”

"I love you too, more than anything.”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

A/N: AHHH WAIT WHY DID I ACTUALLY EATT 😜😜

ANYWAYS! PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTSS

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I encouraged a classmate to make a complaint about our instructor?

😶🗣️

I'm a college student, everyone involved is an adult. Myself and classmates are in our 20s and our instructor is an older man (60s)

I'm currently taking an online business communications class in college. Recently, we were assigned a team project. For a bit of context, our instructor is a bit of a hard ass, as they say. A rule in class is that your camera must be on at all times. Prior to the start of this team project there wasn't any real consequence for not having your camera on besides our instructor stopping the lesson to ask why your camera is off. However he told us that at the start of this team project it will be mandatory and that having it off will result in docked marks on this project.

Today was the first day we got to work on it, and shortly after our team got to work one of our team members told us that he needed to take a few minutes to pray because he is Muslim. Of course everyone on our team told him that was fine and to go ahead, that we'd catch him up on what we got done when he returned. So he turns off his camera and leaves to go pray, we continue working on the project, everything is fine. Shortly after he gets back, before he turned his camera back on, our instructor joins our Teams call to check in on us. Almost immediately he asks why our classmate's camera is off, and before anyone really got a chance to explain he starts saying that it's mandatory and disrespectful to the rest of the team not to have your camera on. Eventually another team member gets a word in and tells our instructor that our team mate's camera was off because he was praying, and our instructor told us that it doesn't matter what the reason is, that we all have a commitment to our team to be present at meetings. He left shortly after, and we got back to work without saying much about it.

Before I go on I'll say that I'm white and not Muslim. I haven't gone to the instructor to complain myself because I worry that doing that would come across as trying to be a 'white saviour' as they say. Furthermore, my classmate is an adult, and I don't feel like it's appropriate for me to go straight to the instructor without talking to the person who was affected first.

However, it's been bothering me since I got out of class. I think it's completely fair for him to take a few minutes away from class to pray, and everyone else on my team agrees. I'm definitely going to include my feelings about this in the anonymous instructor feedback at the end of the term. However I also thought to talk to my classmate and tell him that he should complain directly to the instructor about this, and that if he does I'll back him up.

So WIBTA and should I just let him sort it out himself?

What are these acronyms?

[waterthatsmoe]

Mizu's navigation guide

Hello visitor! You have stumbled upon my art page!

☆ water = 水 = mizu ☆, so you can call me Mizu!

I mainly focus on Twisted Wonderland fanart, specifically the first years and their dynamics! May occasionally dive into other fandoms for crossover arts

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General tags I'll use for all my art works

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WIPs for a sneak peek of what I'm cooking

-> #mizuOC<3

OC related art tag! Rare but its there (eventually)

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I might draw some ideas from the asks box if I have an art block, but it's not a promise since I have my own list of ideas to run through

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feel free to block if you just wanna see my works but I swear I have deep yaps 🥺🥺👉👈

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My asks tag <3 Feel free to yap to me about twst! Send me cute stuff! Ideas! Prompts! I'd love to talk about twst more! Other fandoms you see me drawing for is fine too!

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I like to yap, so lemme yap!! Likely to be mostly about twst since it lives rent free in my mind 24/7

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tag for reblogging mooties arts!!

P.S

I'm currently a full time student, so please don't be discouraged if I don't reply back immediately! Additionally, I'm still getting to know how tumblr works on the creator side since I've always been a lurker prior to this.

I'm pretty reserved so let me have a few interactions with you so I can gauge the appropriate amount of energy to return back!

I'm in the process of cross-posting my works here so it's a bit empty (understatement) right now! Hang on tight!

If you have taken the time to read all that, I thank you for the bottom of my epel-filled heart! Enjoy your time here!

Live Laugh Epel.

[chaostroberry1]

*ahem* please may I be honoured with asking for a fluffy ares w/ interviewer? 👀

*must boost the ares content any way I know how*

HELP YEAS WE NEED MORE ARES CONTENT‼️‼️‼️ I REPEAT‼️‼️🗣️🗣️

Idk if this is an interviewer!reader or not, so you guys can be the interviewer ^^

Ares w interviewer!!!

He's always acting cool and mighty sometimes but when I tell you this mans entire body throughout Olympus and back— WAS FROZEN.

He was sweating his biceps off, I swear on zues. I'm not kidding.

He's pacing around the room, multiple beads of sweat dripping down his face, and his head was storming with thoughts.

"how will I act? What questions will I have to answer? What if I DONT know the answer??? What if the interviewer is mean? Will this be the end?? I don't want it to end! WHAT ARE HOMOSAPIENS AGAIN?- wait..oh. WHAT??"

Hermes was just standing there with him, a little smile on his face as he awaited the interviewer, absolutely ignoring his brothers blabbering.

Hermes : "I'm sure it'll go well, brother ares. The interviewer is known to be really nice （⌒_⌒)"

Ares : "HOW DARE YOU ASSUME IM SCARED!! YOU GOT THE WRONG IDEA!!"

Hermes : "I never said you were scared.."

The moment you walk in, your greeted with him sitting on the couch, his back incredibly straight. But his face? Drenched in sweat.

"hello, mister Ares. I'll be your interviewer...please feel free to relax around me..I don't bite.." you gave a little bow and sat down your things, getting out a pen and journal. Ready to interview him with absolute profession.

"er...y...yes...go..ahead..." The small response was a good enough giveaway of his discomfort. Well, not that you couldn't see his eyes that kept darting to his brother Hermes for support.

"thank you for taking your time for him, he's just a little nervous since it's his first interview..." he smiled, giving you a soft look while looking at Ares who started fuming out of embarrassment.

"I'm not nervous!!!" Hermes rolls his eyes and giving a soft smile, no other expression towards his brother's outburst.

"well then, I shall take my leave now. have fun~"

And with that, he shut the door, as ares gave him the biggest look of betrayal, thinking his brother would have stayed with him the whole time. But now, he was stuck with you.

You started off with a few easy question, like how his day was, what he liked to do. His hobbies, his favourite animals, which were all responded to with heavy hesitated replies.

He did eventually start softening up, which gave you hope. Going on further to more personal topics, which he started answering with clearer replies and detail.

In the end, you were happy with the outcome, and gave him a few pieces of candy.

"thank you for your time, Mister Ares...I hope to speak with you again soon."

You gave him a polite bow, which he also returned.

And with newfound courage, he spoke

"thank you v..very much..for your time."

When you looked back at the door, you saw his face flushed with embarrassed, but also with a shy look. Which put a little smile to your face.

And now, what is he doing? Munching on the candy, checking the calendar as zues and Hermes stood in the doorway.

"what's gotten into him all of a sudden?"

Zues looked at Hermes for answers, who chuckled in amusement.

"he's checking for the next time he'll get interviewed. He seems to have taken a liking to the interviewer."

"NO IM NOT!!" they both snicker to each other at an embarrassed Ares who was listening to them the whole time.

And let's just say, he will refuse to talk to any other interviewers unless it was you who he could talk to. Since he now had a shared bond after his first interview.

[anactualdump]

What are some of your inspirations for character designs and the overall world? Some are very clear such as: Madcom, Adventure Time, All Tomorrows, and The Thief and the Cobbler. I would love to know more about the development and evolution of your ocs :]

get ready your yapping ears XDD

they're all a merge of a bajillion inspirations and original ideas, i gotta credit tvtropes.org for pretty much being the source of every story's ideas haha. was a big fan of taking existing cliches and adding a few what ifs next to it as a basis

(this world is basically just earth but what if plastics are alive and treated life like pollution XD 😭😭😭👍 )

anyway it ruined my life, highly recommend. i can list the tropes i took inspiration from, but i don't want to stray away from the question too much

i'll give the main media inspirations that you haven't mentioned, mostly will be uneths cuz its the most developed

though ironically, I wasn't all too inspired by all tomorrows 🙃 i was already a fan of grotesque designs and human sub-species before discovering it haha

unethical spite

polaroid's design doesn't come from anywhere, generic good guy? lol

i really liked the idea of silhouettes being the main design (where brush strokes within the body disappears instead of defined). i don't always go by that rule though 👩‍🦽

his personality mainly comes from bunny in boo bunny plague, from how he talks to his actual voice (pol even plays music in regards to the same genre LMAO)

its a mediocre game with a strange story but it holds sentimentality XDD the music slaps though, listen to this

for some reason the ost isn't in youtube, soundcloud or spotify. too underrated i guess. you can ask me for the full soundtrack plus a secret lil comic they got made. im a boo bunny fan i dont care if the story is generic, bunny is polaroid's true parent 😭😭😭

a few others is karl from law of talos (a popular deviantart oc tournament story animated by unknown person. i had a little baby dream of participating one day but i'll probably let everyone kill my characters easily XDDD wish those events came back tho),

shrike by zeurel (now a series named monkey wrench, but originally inspired by the older version called civil war: down to earth. you can still watch the reupload),

and dagur from how to train your dragon series i mean seriously this motherfucker is insane look at him

and also baldur from god of war 4 man i love insane mfs

he was already loosely south american but my friend gatu convinced me to make him peruvian because of how much things were similar XD i didn't mean it but cool i guess!!! win win

his human design doesn't have much but his ears were very specifically inspired from jumba (lilo and stitch) LOLOL - originally for the pirate au but pol with normal ears uneased me too much so i made it part of canon (and also grub already has similar ears so 🗣️🗣️🗣️) shhhhh they mesmerised me, i could not stop drawing them 😭👊

extra btw, pirate au is inspired by treasure planet 😱

ui's design actually first came from limbo (game by playdead which also inspired,,, well. limbo 👹👹👹 not enough black and white ideas in general 😔)

his shapeshifting ability was originally inspired from generator rex (and eventually akira when i kept hearing it was the inspiration lol). then evangelion, the angels were my favourite to watch XD ramiel best girl real

slowly he's evolved to be inspired by ???% from mob psycho 100, to auditor along with his role being the (false) villain, then to giygas from earthbound (spoilers) which is why he got very big and swirly(?)

i started to lean more on him being those generic sleep paralysis demons or dark lords. because he is one

a few notable mentions for his personality is gunny from boo bunny, and samurai jack. he used to be fully non verbal while polaroid is the talkative one haha

i had a time i was inspired to use music symbols, and this symbol was what fit ui the most (bass clef)

now you can't unsee him too 🤣🤣🤣

his parent arc is inspired from you are umasou (japanese dino movie), nani (lilo and stitch) and god of war 4 (kratos' new voice is the true god 🤼‍♀️🤼‍♀️🤼‍♀️), there's a pretty obscure webcomic by bogleech called awful hospital where the main character (fern) is trying to find her son- another big inspiration

his "goldfish" design is inspired by bloody bunny (semi spoilers, when the sister turns into a monster form), the spaceship from a pilot film called starship goldfish (hence the name pff, i'll wait till the day i die for this series), and a scene in kaiba (2008) where the main character turned into a giant white hippo plushie lol

small warning for kaiba, it looks cartoony but has adult themes. actually many things i shared here has pretty adult themes lmaoekakejdioajdidj

shi xuan used to be my first sona XD obviously all the bad stuff was going to her (spared him by killing her honestly)

he's based on toon link (legend of zelda wind waker), then slowly inspired by lilo (lilo and stitch). looks a lot like frisk from undertale but ironically never inspired XD more on foreigners calling me asian eyes(??)

then umasou (you are umasou), the lost (binding of isaac), and eventually i settled with her being a "pontianak" which is the malay/indonesian name for that popular horror of a woman wearing a long white dress with long hair

i remember he's vaguely supposed to be a living corpse named "pocong" in my language but that idea was scrapped and the body is separated to belong to another dead kid. might get back to that idea one day

his personality is mostly based on a general nihilistic optimist mindset, i have her act a bit more similar to polaroid which got ui bond with her easier. and also why polaroid most likely doesn't like how much she reminds him of himself haha (but if they take the time to bond, he'll like her. in aus only 👹)

benoît is full on just the 1337 agent with a bit of the boy from inside (playdead). he's more based on general tropes of being the villain's goon but put more personality (and not actually being assigned the job XDDDDDDDDD) so he has a lot more original ideas to play with

unrelated but my name mama boy (or motherly boy) came from the fact that i called the boy from inside that purely because of that one moment he met some baby chickens XD a boy who is motherly. for like 1 minute before lauching them to push a box off the ceiling 🤷‍♀️

the hivemind idea from madcom version originated from inside too

initially i wanted him to be an unseen announcer/narrator like from stanley parable who's less demanding. this was before he got his own design, i could do more with that idea maybe

lauren used to be an entirely cartoon turtle and one of the oldest characters made. im a turtle person so obviously i drew turtle characters with those generic mary sue designs lol

eventually he turned more and more into an angel and i thought why not just make him biblically accurate and turned him into a turtle fetus 💐

meow too started out that way, originally named talo (she still has many names like porlivium but talo is scrapped) and was more leaning on the trope where turtles always had cities on their backs as they move

main inspiration design is that rock from kangaroo island, the other parts of the design is just my own ideas. i liked shadow of the colossus a lot so she was inspired from that world

her main idea is the calling countries a she or he. this was soon inspired to be what all respawns are, being objects with genders even though it doesn't really make sense lol. singapore is called she a lot in her birthday/national day 💃

nowadays meow's starting to become a beetle than turtle, and decided what's the funniest personality i could put on a living piece of the entire world's land? mean girl 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

she used to be bigger than woe and where you look at the sky, she stares back with a more visible massive eye (before she got turned into a cyborg). this idea was scrapped

she soon took the place of ben's role of narrator, though this is more involved on the backrooms saga

high up the chimneys

grub and bee is obviously the thief and the cobbler XD other than that, inspired from bees and mosquitoes, their own professions' outfits plus general contids and porlivean designs and that's kinda it

grub is a take on the trope of the grumpy neighbour next door. except he's shamelessly annoying for no reason, everywhere and you can't escape him. just like mosquitoes XD

bee too is a take on the trope of a goody two shoes that's too much of an optimist. since he's a bee, i made him short tempered and full of ptsd

dr tea was inspired by karl too, but later toned down to just becoming a normal bartender. with a twist of him venting to the drunk people instead of people venting to him BHAHA

syiara (sugar) is a big work in progress, but her uniform design is based on a cockroach lol

coyote is kinda obvious in being inspired by the ending of inside (ifyouknowyouknow)

time to die!

you got the gist of it XD it's pretty much just adventure time but if finn is a psychopath (kinda offset this where he's not that violent anymore, but he's still a psychopath)

pablo aside from finn is also inspired by shrike (hence he uses the orange suit), and found out that finn also uses orange for his pajamas so that's a nice coincidence XD

clyde is jake but design-wise is directly the ship from the season (spoilers) where finn finds the other humans

kiki is literally baby from civil war (with shrike) lmao. sad hes gone though, unless he's hidden in monkey wrench and will be introduced later

carl is.... karl XD 😭 though his idea was from a space dandy episode, if i remember there was an alien species that turns into another character and pretends to be them (the name meow is also taken here but her personality isnt based on the character)

also one reference i kept mentioning is the "my style!!!" quote belonging from adventure time xD forgot which episode. finn got shaved and exclaimed that lol

loop fracture

ken is based off both limbo and inside by playdead, is more a trope of the generic isekai (reversed) protagonist kid but i made him feral 👹

peep is based trico from the last guardian. notable mention (not an inspiration but VERY similar design i found XD) is anna from my daemon. honestly i was shook at this, even had a character that looked like ui and ISNT a villain without reason? ✋ goodbye my originality, i stole from it all along (jkjk

flight or fight

lil' venango is based off a mix of little red riding hood and death. she's mostly inspired by a song called me and mr wolf xD

(the wolf meant to be coyote, whom is to be eaten by venango)

the world overall is mainly inspired by kaiba (2008), here and there inspired by nevada (madcom), a bunch of studio ghibli movies lol, A PLETHORA of animation student films (notably gobelins, animation workshop, etc) with some usual (+ experimental) animation films independent from schools, and lots of real life places

im sure theres more inspirations i forget to mention, but i've yapped more than enough of the quota for today and my brain has exploded BYE BYE

[loodaff]

so. I went on Pinterest. I looked up drawings references. And I found a couple. AND I REAKLY KIKED THIS ONE LOL I DREW GON AND KILLUA!! :V

I MADE THEM THUMBS UP BECAUSE I STILL SUCK AT HANDS AND I DRAW BETTER IN MY "CHIBI" WANNABE ART STYLE Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò BUT LOL I LOVE THEM!!!

Here's just Killua 😼 ! I love how I draw his hair!! It isn't as fluffy here but I also didn't care..... so... erm... BUT YURR FRICKEN LOVE MY CAT BOY KILL 🗣️‼️

HERE'S JUST GON !! :D

Still struggling on drawing his hair... IT'S LITERALLY JUST TRIANGLES ON A BIG HEAD AND I STILL CAN'T GET IT RIGHT... I can't even get his big ahh forehead right bruh >:( JK I TAKE THAT BACK LOL I LOVE MY BOY GONNIE 🗣️‼️

BUT GRRR I'LL GET BETTER AT DRAWING CHAT! TRUST!! (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) *sigh* I'll do them justice eventually ! (Let's hope I do guys...)

[ask-your-fav-spiderling]

happy 20th birthday to ME. uhmmmm big news

I'M RETIRING!!!!! 🗣️🗣️

as spiderling. for the foreseeable future. potentially forever!!

i've just been thinking, i started being spiderling when i was 13 fresh off the death of harry. that wasn't my fault, i didn't do anything to cause that other than like exist. it took me a really long time to figure that out though. but after that i decided i had to fix what i thought i'd done, i had these abilities that meant i had to use them, right?

so i went out and i helped tons of people and i'll never regret that, but i got myself hurt. a lot.

and then i met the cluster. which is another thing i'll always be thankful for. i absolutely love y'all, don't doubt this because of what i'm about to say. a lot of you were not the best role models for a 13 year old. this is just like a fact i'm NOT upset about it, i can easily recognize that we were all in uniquely weird and/or bad places, but also gang the first time most of us met was ALSO the first time i saw a dead body. but we all met and now you're my family and i know now that if i quit spider stuff entirely you'll still stick by me.

then mysterio happened. and listen there are things that occurred that stay between me, him, gd, and my therapist, beyond what y'all already know. but it fucked me up GOOD, and i still have a lot of problems discerning what around me is real or not.

then a WHOLE lot of other stuff happened and i got angrier and just. bad mentally. i never wanted to fight when i was angry, i still don't, i hate the lack of control and i hate acting like my dad. but i was spiderling i couldn't just not go out. because then the almighty vague "something bad" would happen. and so i'd go out and be reckless and get hurt worse and worse and i'd feel awful about it so OBVIOUSLY to make up for it i had to go out more.

OCD is not a logical disorder.

and things would get better for a bit, then worse, and the "betters" got less great and the "worses" got more extreme and it just get going and going until eventually i hit a point where i realized if i didn't quit i would probably get killed. but by now, patrol was a compulsion. i'd have full anxiety attacks if i didn't have my suit on me at all times. so quitting was much much harder than i thought it'd be.

but i hatched a plan last year, you love me and my plans, and took down my rouges in a way that i believe ensures they can't come back. all of them are big long stories that i WILL be telling but ideally later. and uh yeah. did it!

so i think, it's still hard to retire entirely. because there are good, great things about being spiderling, mostly the community and getting to help people in a way that really matters. so essentially, i'm on call. if there's a situation where you need extra hands and i feel capable of helping, i'll be there. but in 22701? zip, zilch, nada, i am done. i did my time.

i want to be there for fun things too! conventions, events, competitions, all that jazz.

but yeah, that's the spiel. happy 20th to meeeee can't wait until next year to see if i can get drunk

[dogcodedcatboy]

🦅, 🗣️, and 🐕 !! also au where aaron works at w.aystar sounds soo so fun omg

WEEEEEEEEEEEEE

🦅How good are their friends at being wingmen? Do they even help at all or just sit back watching the pining with a bag of popcorn?

AN OPPORTUNITY TO TALK ABOUT AARONS FRIENDS OH BOY...

(aaron is one of like... 10 fully fleshed out ocs i have that all make up a wretched wretched friendgroup of late 20's gays and i love all of them dearly. i could literally talk abt them forever theres SOO MUCH!!! if anyone ever wants to get an earful frm me feel free to inquire bc holy hell like 10 years of oc content n my mind...)

ANYWAY... his friends are sick of his shit anyway so when he's like 'ooh new man :3c' theyre already like. shut the hell up brother. but when they meet roman...they can't help but be a /little/ charmed. they wont wingman for aaron bc his lovelife is so radioactive they dont wanna get near that shit. but tbh they do think roman is funny and he fits in with all of their senses of humor and stuff. even aarons childhood bestie (who hates everyone hes ever dated) likes roman so he gets a Good Grade in getting along w aarons housemates. so much to say on this but i'll leave it at that.

this doesn't...apply to poor roro so much bc he's like...deeply lonely...certainly no friends who he would come out to, or introduce his bf to. :(

🗣️ Who’s the one that will ramble on about their highly specific interest while the other just sits back and nods along?

i think that they both do this to some degree. aaron is the bigger culprit bc he has a lot of interests roman wouldnt know very much about (specific genres of music, culinary arts, specific horror movies), but they pretty equally yap at eachother! they both have SO MANY OPINIONS on filmbro shit...also roman is actually pretty knowledgeable on art so they can both bounce off eachother about that too! when roman talks abt work aarons eyes do tend to glaze over.

🐕: Do they have any pets together? If one of them had a pet from before their relationship how well does the pet get along with their partner? Do they have the pets approval or does said pet sit in between them and their partner any time they try to make a move?

aaron has a silly lil cat named gustav!!!! thats his baby (adopted the cat after a bad breakup and pair bonded to him Instantly) and he would take a bullet for him. roman never had animals growing up and at first was a little iffy on gustav but eventually he falls completely in love with him. before hes able to have any public pics of aaron he makes a picture of gustav his lock screen on his phone....

gus is iffy on rome at first but after about a month or so of bribery via treats he's chill...he still gets a little jealous and tries to sit between them on the couch and in bed. he also yowls like a bastard outside the door whenever hes locked out.

[shuenkio]

Ah okay so for my request maybe an Enhypen x Little Brother reader who's like 19. Essentially their reaction to their little brother getting hit on by guys while they're just hanging out in the mall or something. Little brother is shy and chubby so his very more quiet and small. But yeah thank you!!!!!!!!!!!🫧♡♡♡♡♡♡have a good day!!!!!

🗣️ Your request is here pookie, it was fun writing this (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ enjoy~~ (not 100% accurate tho, I wrote most girls than guys 😭since I forget the part "guys")

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ENHYPEN reaction when someone hit on ya 💘

Paring: Enha X male!(little brother)reader.

Genre: fluff, crack.

Cw: curse.

Summary: Enha as your older brother, their reaction when a stranger rizz you up.

No Proof-read ><

{Heeseung} Your older brother is fairly strict towards you, as he is overprotective of you and loves you deeply. He doesn't like it when he sees you sulking or feeling hurt. Your parents always trust him, leaving you under his supervision while they head off to work because you're still too clumsy to be left alone, even though you're an adult, well, 18 to be exact. While out at the store, he has you hold onto the groceries while he heads off to pick up some meat in another section. Suddenly, a girl comes up to you, thinking you are a cute little boy because you are wearing an oversized. hoodie before she initiates casual flirting with you, asking for your number. You are stunned and speechless, never imagining that anyone would even be interested in you. Your brother comes back and recognizes the situation immediately. He quickly explains to the girl that you are too young to be dating yet, and he doesn't allow it.

He's correct in his judgment, as you tend to fall in love easily, with simple crushes. However, when it comes to the end of the day, you ultimately prefer being on your own. You are upset about this, and want to speak for yourself, but your brother has already done the job for you. She is left speechless and turns her attention towards your older brother, asking for his number instead. He politely declines and takes your hand in his to lead you away. The girl is left speechless and doesn't know what to say. Your brother glances at you, sensing that you are disappointed, and leads you away from the situation.

"You're still a baby, no dating until i married"

"You're joking, you wanna left me alone with my Shadow?"

"Well yeah since you love korean idols than loving a real people"

Ouch

{Jay} He is like a second mother to you, a strict and protective older brother despite you being the younger sibling in the wealthy family. Everything that you do, from going out with your friends to prom parties and trips, is under his watch. He knows every move you make, and is always looking out for you. The thought of you getting your heart broken one day would destroy him, which is why he's so overprotective of you. On the day of your birthday party at his house, he wants you to be more social and step outside of your comfort zone.While he goes to greet his friends, a stranger approaches you, and starts up a small conversation, which eventually begins to flirt with you. You are extremely shy and hesitant, replying with short, simple responses whenever they ask you questions. Soon enough, your older brother sees you are surrounded by unfamiliar people, and gets furious. He shoos them away, in the nicest way possible, and grabs your hand to take you away immediately from the party.

In the car.

"Sorry m/n i should've known better, you probably feel-"

"No it's fine at least they're nice, flirting probably just a way to began a small talk too, I don't mind"

"Glad you're okay, I'll be more careful from now on"

"Come on, see! I'm laterally okay stop acting like you're giving birth to me~"

"Alright alright monkey, what do you want to eat, I'll take you anywhere you wish for, you didn't anything yet didn't you"

He definitely know me better than mom.

{Jake} Your highly attractive and good-looking older brother is akin to a golden retriever in human form, constantly clinging to you despite the fact that you are siblings. He enjoys spoiling you with many sweet treats and knows your favorite foods without a doubt. One day, he takes you to his office after you insist on seeing where he works. As soon as his female co-workers are introduced to you, they all begin cooing over you and paying you many flirtatious compliments, overwhelming and draining your introverted battery. Upon seeing this, your brother quickly swoops in, rescues you, and whisks you away.

"Now you'd better stay at home, since you've seen this place already lol - I doubt you wanna come back after this."

"I suppose ..."

{Sunghoon} Not only are you the introverted member of the household, but your older brother is two times more introverted than you are. Despite working as a professional figure skater and public personality, he is also a beloved celebrity known by many of his fans and interviewers. When asked about his siblings, he admits to having a little brother, but does not elaborate further and protects your identity.

Which mean He cherishes you dearly, taking great care in keeping you safe from any potential danger and harm, as your protector and older brother. One day when he takes you out in public for a beach trip with your family, one of his fans recognizes him and draws the attention of others. The crowd of people grows bigger and bigger, all of them in awe of your incredible visuals, some trying to approach you but unable to due to his bodyguard's intervention.

"Hey!! SUNGHOON'S BROTHER, GO ON A DATE WITH ME!"

"YOU'RE SO HANDSOME, OMG"

"I'LL DEFINITELY RIZZ YOU UP WHEN I SEE YOU NEXT TIME"

"LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT~"

"I told you it was a bad idea to come here!"

"Not my fault when you're a walking celebrity"

{Sunoo} Your vibrant, golden-hearted older brother is ever so cuddly and caring. He enjoys giving gifts to you, even if it's not your birthday, and has a penchant for pretty things. You and him have similarities in that regard, and he is a frequent gifter, bestowing you with various presents like perfume, skincare products, clothing, and more.

As the holiday season arrives, he's excited to take you to a new restaurant that's opened up, saying he's heard that it's trendy and cool. Of course, he, the sociable guy that he is, wants to try it out immediately, with you by his side. Once you arrive at the restaurant, the waiter promptly seats you and provides you with the menu. The waiter is struck by your adorable appearance and drops a smooth pick-up line in an attempt to flirt with you, which leaves your brother's jaw dropped on the ground in sheer disbelief.

This memorable moment would surely cause your brother to tease you endlessly while laughing, and might even regale mom and dad with this amusing tale as well.

"I'm not gonna lie bubble gum! You are sure adorable today with your pink sweater"

"Oh shut up, it's was... Kinda embarrassed"

You hide your face under the menu.

{Jungwon} Your adorable, spirited older brother is a bit like a real-life version of the cartoon duo Tom and Jerry, regularly teasing and pranking you. He's very loving and cares deeply for you, and even treats you to extra snacks when he's won a competition or returned home from taekwondo practice. However, despite being laid back and not strict, he would likely be upset if he saw a stranger approach you and try to get your number with a cheesy pickup line, as you're a gentle-hearted person. His protective instinct would quickly kick in, and he'd take you away from the situation immediately.

You, too, were shocked that someone would ask for your number in such a nonchalant fashion, when you're wearing an outfit that doesn't convey much self-confidence. However, your charming presence may have caught their attention, and they weren't entirely wrong about your appeal.

"Don't get me wrong, that person looks like they're from a gangster team"

"No cap, I'd have stay on the spot instead of responding back"

{Ni-Ki} Your older brother, your twin but older by two seconds, has a distinctly different personality from yours. He's talkative and outgoing, while you're more reserved and antisocial. The two of you share a striking resemblance, and as a result, people frequently mistake you for him, attempting to strike up conversations with you thinking you are him. One particularly embarrassing memory involves a girl trying to hit on you, using creative pickup lines, yet your brother didn't intervene to correct the misunderstanding and let it happen instead. Laughing his ass out as you struggling, before he said this.

"He's gay ~ he only like boys lady!! Lmfao"

"You fucking BITCH SHUT UP"

He's spit truth out actually. °_°

🗣️ please mind my English! ><

🗣️ Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

🗣️ crd to all pics&dividers

REQUEST: CLOSING.

Announcement 📣

[I'll update my next work on weekends since I have exams started from tomorrow]

[funny-fella-fantrolls]

🗣️ - Shudao + Therus, perhaps?

Shudao is resting in his hive, watching a movie when he gets a knock at his front door. He calls out, unsure who it is.

"Who's there/?"

A familiar voice responds, slightly strained but otherwise recognisable.

"It's Therus. I need your help re∆l quick."

The oliveblood jumps up and rushes to the door. If Therus was coming to him for help, something must be up. He grabs the door handle and opens it, seeing Therus right in front of him, covered in cuts and bruises, with a few bloodstains decorating his hoodie, not all of them his colour.

"Fucking hell/. What happened/?"

"Went to find out ∆bout ∆ job. Fleet guys were w∆iting. C∆n I come in?"

"Yeah, sure, just go sit down/. I'll go grab some medical supplies and some spare clothes/. Assuming I still have spares, actually/."

"Th∆nks."

Therus walks through the hive, sitting down on the loungeplank and waiting and Shudao rushes to grab his first aid kit, and a spare set of his clothes.

"Alright, should have everything here/. Ditch the hoodie/. Body armour and shirt too while you're at it/."

"Heh, getting me to strip? Wh∆t would your m∆tesprit think if she w∆lked in right now?"

The joke draws a chuckle out of Shudao, the oliveblood appreciating how the situation would look from outside.

"Yeah, T/. Next I'll get the pole and the stack of singles out/. But seriously/. I need to check you over/."

"Fine, fine, gimme ∆ sec."

Therus begins to remove his hoodie, struggling to get it over his horns, but managing eventually, and then taking off his body armour and his shirt.

"There we go, now let's take a quick look/."

Shudao looks over Therus's body, checking for any injuries beyond cuts and scrapes, but finding nothing. He grabs a roll of bandages, but stops just before starting to wrap the wounds.

"Go wash first/. Need to make sure I'm not gonna be wrapping up your wounds while they're dirty, and I'd be here forever if I tried to wipe each cut first/."

"Got it. I'll be quick."

With that, the rustblood runs upstairs, climbing into the ablution trap and turning on the water, washing himself off, before drying himself, wrapping a towel around his waist and heading back downstairs.

"I'm done, you got those b∆nd∆ges re∆dy?"

"Yeah, get over here and I'll get you all wrapped up/."

As Shudao begins to bandage his friend's injuries, he starts talking.

"So, a fleet ambush, huh/?"

"Ye∆h, b∆rely m∆de it out."

"Surprised you did/. Kind of trolls they get for those jobs are tough bastards/."

"Our sp∆rring sessions c∆me in h∆ndy there. Know ∆ thing or two ∆bout fighting someone stronger th∆n me."

"Guessing you killed 'em/?"

"They would h∆ve done the s∆me to me."

"True/. Anyway, that's the bandages all done/. Get these on, I'll get your clothes back to you when I've washed them/."

"∆lright, dude. You re∆lly do let th∆t lusus h∆lf through sometimes, you know?"

"So I hear/. I just feel like if someone chooses to ask me for help, might as well go all in/."

Therus begins to put on the spare clothes given to him by Shudao, with the addition of his body armour just in case.

"There we go. Well, th∆nks ∆g∆in, dude. Guess I'll be on my w∆y. See you!"

"See you whenever, T/."

With that, the rustblood leaves back to his hive, and Shudao goes to put the dirty clothes to be washed.

[reporterleroux]

I say this shit then forget fr 🗣️ fic taking forever and I love these guys so I'm putting them both in one post since they're twins anyways so I'll just put little subtitles for what information is about who, it's gonna be long 😓 also it is yet again an additional case in the game, it doesn't replace anything 😻

Katla:

Full Name: Katla Magnusson

Race: Undead Human

Gender: Female

Status: Deceased (living as undead)

Birth: 1989

Death: 2018

Cause of Death: Severe Hypothermia

Nationality: Icelandic

Residence: Colorado, U.S. - Unnamed town, Iceland (Formerly)

Profession(s): Professional Skiier

Family: Johann Magnusson (twin brother) ✝

Affiliation(s): Blackmoor Asylum - The Rockies Ski Resort (Formerly)

Katla Magnusson (1989 - 2018), was the killer of her twin brother, Johann Magnusson in Snowed in Forever (Case #11 of Supernatural Investigations).

Profile

Katla is a 29 year old undead human and the twin sister of the victim. She has pale eyes, semi-frozen blonde hair and frozen white skin. She's first seen wearing a blue and grey ski jacket, a creme beanie, grey ski goggles on her head and holding her ski equipment before later ditching all the accessories and kit and changing into a hospital gown after her admittal to the Blackmoor Asylum. On top of this, she is seen with permanently frozen facial features (such as a blue nose and blue lips) and snowy/icy weather that follows her about. It is known that Katla is left handed, knows ski terminology and is strong.

Height: 5'9''

Age: 29 (forever)

Weight: 140lbs

Eyes: Brown (formerly) - Pale blue/white (after death)

Blood: B+

Events of Criminal Case

Katla became a suspect after the team identified her handwriting on her own obituary, which had "I'm still here!" written over it, being carried by the victim. As she was spoken to, it was cleared up that instead of crossing over, her body and spirit became permanently stuck in the living world. The team then broke the news to Katla that her brother had been murdered, making her a little upset. However, she did go on to say that ever since she died they had lost all contact, and therefore didn't feel as much emotion towards it as she felt she should.

She was later spoken to again regarding some security footage of the two arguing outside of the ski resort. Katla eventually admitted, after some shock, that her and the victim had actually seen eachother recently, and that she partly lied earlier on. She said that she did want to rekindle her relationship with Johann, only to be called a freak by the latter. This shocked her, considering how close they were before her death, and they both exploded into an argument about how the victim never really liked her at all, ending the argument with saying that he wished he wasn't her twin. Since the explanation turned her to (somewhat frozen) tears, Gwen and the player decided to leave her alone for a while.

Eventually, it was proven that Katla was in fact the killer. She was angered to admit that she did do it, however she felt her reason was valid. She explained that she only died because whoever she was with left her to die, and she strongly believed it was Johann's fault she lost her life. She had spent the last year trying to get back to the resort to find him, only to shove him into the resort freezer, kill him, and then snow him inside in a moment of psychoticness. She said that he did in fact deserve it and that she hoped that they would never meet again. The team eventually decided that it would be best to hand Katla over to the Blackmoor Asylum, where she'd stay for life.

Johann:

Full Name: Johann Magnusson

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Status: Deceased

Birth: 1989

Death: 2019

Cause of Death: Blood loss (decapitation & amputation)

Nationality: Icelandic

Residence: Colorado, U.S - Unnamed town, Iceland (Formerly)

Profession(s): Ski Teacher

Family: Katla Magnusson (twin sister; incarcerated)

Affiliation(s): The Rockies Ski Resort

Johann Magnusson was the victim of Snowed in Forever (Case #11 of Supernatural Investigations).

Profile

Working as a ski teacher in The Rockies Ski Resort, Johann had short blonde hair, a small amount of stubble and brown eyes, similar to his twin sister Katla. As a result, it is known that Johann is also 29 years old. At the time of his death, he was wearing a violet ski jacket, black ski pants, a black beanie and black ski goggles.

Murder Details

Johann was found in the resort freezer room, having been turned into a human snowman using his head and arms. The rest of his body was laying up against the shelves nearby. After autopsy, it was discovered that his arms and head were hacked off with a wood saw. Ontop of this, after further analysis into the cuts on the body, it was discovered that the killer was left handed.

After finding the murder weapon, it was sent to Jacob for further analysis. It was determined that the saw was the latest model, one that required a lot of strength to operate just for it's purpose, let alone cutting off someone's limbs and head. As a result, it was determined that the killer was strong.

Killer Attributes (not in order)

• The killer is strong (discovered from weapon analysis)

• The killer is left handed (discovered from body autopsy)

• The killer knows ski terminology (discovered from clue reading "let this black run be your last!", with "black run" meaning a slope for advanced skiiers and snowboarders)

• The killer wears a scarf

• The killer is female

Alternate sprites:

Honestly I didn't even realise how many ocs I had until I did one of those dumb triangle things 😻😻

I love making criminal case ocs I may have gone and made two more 😻😻 I may post them after I finish this fic who knows 🥰