#I'm on a writing craze rn

[lazysailor]

25 Ryder

Cold Springs Harvest Camp..That was the place he was brought too. Ryder thought him and Avery would make it to wherever everyone else was going. But before he knew it he was tranq’d and fell to the ground, he remembers Avery trying to pick him up but he ended up falling too.

Ryder was sitting in some kind of interview room, some kind of worker at the camp told him someone would come in shortly..So now he just had to wait.

He tried to focus on staying optimistic in the moment like he usually is, he was trying to focus on good thoughts. Maybe something like the Happy Jack incident would happen here and he wouldn't be unwound. Maybe someone like the Akron AWOL would come here and save him and Avery.

Avery..

Ryder remembers the moment they noticed the Graveyard was being raided. He had grabbed Avery’s hand out of instinct and didn't move up to his wrist instead. The entire time while they were running he was having his hand in his and neither of them thought twice about holding hands.

Even when Avery fell down and he nearly passed out, he remembered the feeling of Avery tightly gripping his hand like he didn't either of them being apart.

Ryder felt a warm feeling rise in him as he thought about Avery holding his hand, but he tried his best to ignore that feeling. After all they are just friends..Right?

He started thinking if he could even see Avery here. The media never told anyone what harvest camps are like, so nobody had any idea what they were like on the inside. His experience here could be terrible or somewhat good.

“It’s a harvest camp.” He thought.

“Of course it's not gonna be good.” His thoughts added on.

But either way he wanted to find a way to see Avery again, like he had to see Avery for some reason.

Before he could add onto his thoughts any further, the interviewer walked in.

“Hello Ryder Gaines! How have you been?” They ask.

..

Throughout the interview he answered any kind of question the interviewer shot at him honestly. 

They were mainly over talents, strength, and current medical conditions. He honestly didn't like answering these questions, but he knew he had to do them.

Ryder felt like he was back in school when it's the first day. Teachers would pass around get to know you sheets that nobody wanted to do, but at least it was better than immediately learning on the first day.

He also felt like less of a human when asked those questions throughout the interview, like someone inspecting meat at a store to see if it was good or not.

Him being asked these kinds of questions also meant that he was getting closer to being unwound..

..

After he finished his interview it was around lunch time.

He walked into the cafeteria to get his food, he expected it to be like prison food, but instead it was an actual well balanced meal. It had a good amount of meat, vegetables, fruits, and grains. He didn't want to over think about the food he just got, so he grabbed his tray and left the cafeteria.

Ryder walked into the dining area and scanned the room to see anyone who he could sit with. Boys and girls were eating at different times so it was to tell who was who in the room.

As he scans the room he notices the familiar brown and blonde hair he knew too well. It was Avery!

He wanted to drop his tray and run over to Avery, but he didn't want to cause that big of a scene. So he tightened his grip around his tray and speed walked over to where Avery was.

Avery had a couple people sitting by him and they all seem to notice Ryde approaching behind him before Avery could notice.

When he made it over there he pulled Avery into a tight hug from behind.

“Wha-?” Avery says before turning his head around and seeing him.

“Ryder! What are you doing over here?” Avery asks him.

“I wanted to see you, I missed you man!” He tells him with an excited grin.

Avery gives a small grin.

“I missed you too.” He says.

The people around them didn't seem to think anything odd of their behavior at the moment, the person next to Avery even made room for Ryder to sit at. Ryder sat his tray down and sat down next to Avery. 

Him and Avery started talking just like how they would back at the Graveyard, the other people at the table joined in on their conversation eventually too.

Ryder was starting to have more hope that everything would be fine and maybe that they would all be saved. He liked the idea of having something like Happy Jack happen here so he and Avery wouldn't be unwound.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[ilovelyneysm07]

Shooting Stars - SAGAU!Lyney x Player Part 2

Summary: Shooting Stars were always a weird occurrence in the world of Teyvat, so when they suddenly stop, certain magician can't help but wonder if it has to do with the strange aching in his chest.

CW: Self Aware AU, NOT Cult AU or Creator AU, Angsty, the Reader is referred as Player, Based on my own Genshin Account, Pretty Self-Indulgent, GN!Player, Cross-posted on AO3, English is not my first language and I'm not an experienced writer

A/N: Heyy, I'm so sorry for the long wait! My hyperfixation on Genshin just died when I got Lyney and I didn't have the motivation to continue this, but I finally got myself to write this. Also, I'm really sorry if this is bad, I got sick last week and I'm getting out of it rn.

Taglist: @crazed-flower @yurislilygarden @yurislotusgarden

The day is finally here, after five months of arduous saving and skipping characters (it was hard), Lyney's first rerun finally sees the light of day. The Player, who’s been waiting patiently for the maintenance to end, opens the game as fast as they could, feeling their heart beat in their throat.

Three hundred and twenty seven wishes. All for that magician they love so much. Oh, how much they regret being inactive from the game when his banner came out. They can only wish that they get him now… and his weapon if they’re lucky enough.

It’s kind of funny how they had to contain themselves from pulling for anyone else (except for Furina, they only pulled because she looked pretty at the moment), it didn't matter if all the new characters powercrept Lyney or if they were better in terms of DPS, for the Player, he was everything they needed, everything they wanted. They just wanted that cat-themed magician in their party and their account.

Seeing the Geo logo finally load, they rush to finish their dailies and change their team to the duo, Freminet and Lynette, and rush towards the Opera Epiclese. It felt like a dream, but the way they felt the keyboard under their fingers told them otherwise. This is pretty much real.

After reaching the designated “wishing spot”, they opened the wishing menu, seeing his splash art alongside the chosen four stars, happy that they can at least get constellations for them. The Player took a deep breath and pressed the “10 pull” button.

—

Lyney was looking at the ceiling in his room, the ache in his chest suddenly feeling harder… painfully so. He sat down in his bed, feeling how the sheets moved due to his weight. The magician sighed, running his hand through his ashy blonde hair while his head was strangely silent, no thoughts, nothing. 

After a failed investigation into the phenomenon of strange falling stars, Lyney was beyond desperate, no one seemed familiar with the ache the magician felt in his chest, even some people looked at him weird, like he was crazy.

Why is it only with him?

Lyney's gaze returned to the ceiling, the zero hope he felt about a possible explanation seemed to fade with each passing second. Was it only his imagination? Was he going insane? It's been five months since those shooting stars last fell, maybe it's time to-

*WAM*

Lyney stood up immediately at the sudden sound that came from outside, quickly dressing up (somehow) and grabbing his bow, he walked outside to see what’s going on and-

The shooting stars were back. The colors returned to the sky and made it pretty again, a purple star falling directly in the Opera Epiclese as he looked in awe. The pain in his chest was getting even more heavy, but he ignored it, lost in the colors of those shooting stars.

Thinking it was over when the purple star fell, another wave came right after, and then another, and another. And another. It became a full shooting star shower, that never happened before

It’s been at least eight or more purple stars when a golden one falls. Its shine lit up all of Fontaine, as the people exited their houses to see the show happening in the blanket of the night. Lyney looked at the golden star with anticipation, while it became bigger and bigger as it fell closer.

Only for it to continue falling towards… Sumeru?

—

The Player stares at their screen in disbelief.

Reached 79 pity only to lose it to Dehya… They sigh in frustration while closing the results of the pull, they still have a lot of wishes left, and now with a guarantee, it will be a lot easier… right?

They sigh again as their friend laughs at their misery on the discord call, deciding to continue the wishing session.

“He will come home, whether he likes it or not…” they mutter to themselves, already feeling pissed off.

—

Lyney thought the shooting stars were over until even more fell from the sky, this time more… fast, than before. Like they were in a rush.

He looked at the purple ones as some fall in the Opera Epiclese and the others go all the way to what appears to be Liyue.

He was starting to get anxious as he then became aware of the pain in his chest again. He felt a pull, like someone was calling for something, calling for him.

And suddenly, another golden star fell from the sky. And instead of going to Sumeru, it was falling dangerously close to him.

Wait, was it falling towards him?!

His body stayed frozen in place as the star fell on him. A golden aura engulfed his entire body and his feet felt light, and… a strange voice appeared on his head.

“Fucking finally, dude. You took your sweet ass time.”

That… was new.

He opened his eyes when the light disappeared, and he found Lynette and Freminet looking at him with a smile. Lyney then realized he was in the Opera Epiclese.

“Wha- how did I-” Lyney muttered, confused at the sudden change in scenery.

“Welcome home, brother. We’ve been waiting for you.” Lynette said with a small smile, the purple aura around her not going unnoticed for Lyney.

“Home? What are you talking about? What is going on?” To say the magician was confused was an understatement. He was beyond lost.

“Uhm, it’s hard to explain but… you’ll understand sooner or later.” Freminet said with a nervous smile and he had Pers in his hands, the little penguin making sounds of joy.

Lyney didn’t know how to react to the confusing sentences his siblings were saying. Or why the world looked so different, so 3D… so- fake. Has the world always looked like that? And what are those numbers in his siblings' heads? Level 40 and Level 80? What in the world does that mean?

“He looks so confused… Do you think he’ll be okay?” Freminet whispered towards Lynette, who was pretty worried for her brother.

“I don’t know… he doesn’t seem to be taking it well.” she says back, and she hears the sounds from the player in her head.

“Aquila Favonia?! Are you serious?! I already have it R2- This banner fucking sucks!”

They must be pulling for Lyney’s weapon, it seems, and it also seems that they’re not doing so well. Lynette sighed when she noticed Lyney’s bewildered expression at the loud voice, before putting a hand on Lyney's shoulder.

“Listen, things might look a little confusing right now, but everything will be okay. The Player is someone really caring and nice, and they really like you.” Lynette says with a calm tone, but also a lot of reassurance. “Why did you think there were no shooting stars in five months? Because they wanted you.”

Lyney looked at her in shock, still processing everything. This.. “Player”, as Lynette called them, was the one behind the shooting stars apparently, and they… wanted him? Really-

“I hate this game, I’m never saving up for another character ever again. Fuck you, Lyney.”

Oh.

“They’re always like this, don’t pay them any mind.” Lynette says with a small frown before sighing again. “It seems their wishing session is over, you should feel some changes in a bit.”

“What changes-”

Before Lyney could process anything, the world around him changed again, the walls (or what he assumed were walls) around him became red, with some fire coming out of the floor, where did Lynette and Freminet go?!

Before he could feel even more confused, he saw them… a person was looking at him and pressing some buttons on what appears to be a… keyboard of sorts.

“If it didn’t take me more than 200 wishes to get you, I’d be happier.” they say with a serious expression but a tired smile slowly creeps in, and he feels himself getting stronger… somehow.

What is this person? And why does he feel so strange when he looks at them?

Even with their tired expression and dark room, he could see affection in their eyes. Affection for him. He remembers Lynette’s words about this “Player” liking him and wanting him for a long time. Was this person the so-called “Player” Lynette was talking about?

If so, then he might consider himself lucky to be favored by this really pretty Player.

“Yeah, I have everything ready to just Level him up and his weapon straight to 90, it did take me a while to get all of the Rainbow Roses though…” they say practically to no one in Lyney’s point of view. Were they not alone in that dark room? Or were they talking to someone via real magic?

Wait, Rainbow Roses? For him?!

Were they collecting Rainbow Roses for him?

The more he thought about it, the more flustered he felt. This person was collecting Rainbow Roses and… materials (he doesn’t know what that means) for him. For this moment alone.

“Hey, is it normal for Lyney to have this idle animation?” they asked when Lyney suddenly grabbed his hat to cover his face a little. He could hear them laugh a little. “That’s so cute, though! Look at him!”

Oh God.

—

[Little Extra]

“I still have a few wishes left, might as well get Lynette C6 since I’m at it.” Lyney hears them while fighting some Hilichurls alongside other people, Kaedehara Kazuha, a wanderer from Inazuma, Bennett, an adventurer from Mondstadt and, surprisingly, Miss Furina. What a strange bunch, Lyney thought.

While the Player made their sudden wishing session, Lyney sat down on a nearby rock. It’s been 30 minutes since he’s been pulled into this weird situation and he’s still processing everything. Heck, it feels even weirder to be in the same “party” as the former Hydro Archon. Was this even allowed? He's not sure himself, but he’ll just go along with everything this strange person does for the time being, Freminet and Lynette seem to trust them, so he might as well give it a shot-

“What the fuck?!” Lyney was startled when the Player suddenly screamed, he looked up and saw a sudden golden star fall on him.

He felt a burning pain in his right arm, he pulled up his sleeve to see a strange pattern in his skin. C1? What does that mean?

He remembers hearing the Player say something about “Lynette’s C6”, but he has no idea what any of that even means.

“Constellation.” He hears Kazuha say by his side, a calm expression on his face. “It means Constellation. When the Player gets lucky and the stars fall on one of us again, our “Constellation” increases. C6 being the highest.” Kazuha explains, although it’s just what he heard. “For example, me and Miss Furina are C0 since the shooting star only fell on us once. Bennett over there is C4 since the shooting star fell on him 5 times.”

“I see…” Lyney says with a smile. “Well thank you-”

“No fucking way!” he gets startled again by the scream. And before he could react, another golden star falls on him, and the pattern changes to C2.

Kazuha looks at him with a smile. “Wow, signature weapon, C2… you really are the Player’s favorite!”

Lyney just laughs, his cheeks a bit red. “Oh come on, they don’t love me that much-”

“I love you so much, Lyney! I’m so sorry I said otherwise!” Lyney gets even more flustered at that, making Kazuha laugh even more.

This was certainly a weird experience, but… it felt good.

[redr0sewrites]

(Tumblr kicked me out in the middle of me writing this ask I'm so sorry if you receive this twice 😭)

I JUST READ YOUR STRIKER HEADCANONS AND IM DROOLING RN

I think he likes it when you make him fight for it sometimes. He likes the power struggle. Wrestle with him in bed, make him hold you down, make him tie your wrists together to keep you from flipping him over. If he wants to dom you, make him earn it.

Also? Heavy on the gunplay. It's never loaded of course and you have a safeword should you ever need it, but seeing that little twinge of fear in your eyes when you realize you can't keep fighting him, he won, you're powerless, AND he has a gun pressed against your temple? Delicious. Makes him feel strong.

Could I maybe request something like this?

yes oh my god this is literally what i was thinking when i made those hcs NONNIE U READ MY MIND ♥️

🥀Cw: smut, a bit of fluff, established relationship/consent, reader is gn but there is one use of m'am/sir, powerplay, scratching, biting, gun kink, overall filth

🥀minors dni

you collapse against the bed as striker pins you down, beating you easily in yet another wrestling match. the mattress dips from your combined weight, and striker used the opportunity to lean down, whispering against your neck. the combination of thefeeling of his breath ticking your sensitive skin and his raspy voice makes you shjver. "aww, how sweet," striker coos, mockingly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "did ya really think y'could beat me, poppet?" you squirm beneath him, his hips planted firmly above you with his thighs caging you in place. you buck your hips upwards, eliciting a hiss from striker as you grind against his prominent buldge. his tail rattles slightly, curling up around your thigh as, with one hand, he grabs you wrists and pins them down above your head.

"fucking brat," striker spat, using his free hand to grab your face, forcing you to look at him. his cowboy hat tipped forward, falling of his head as he leaned down to kiss you messily. you giggle when the hat falls to the side, but the giggle soon melts into a moan as striker grinds down against you. "fuck, doll, look what you do t'me.." striker murmurs against your lips, and you let him slip his tongue into the cavern of your mouth as the hand on your face travels down to your neck.

suddenly, with all your might, you push up against him, attempting to flip him over onto his back. striker lets out a throaty chuckle, tsking when you whine out his name. "y'wanna be on top, sugar? too damn bad," his voice transcends into a growl as he makes quick work of your pants and undergarments. he pulls apart from you to quickly undress himself, and while you remove your top, you also use the time to admire his toned body. "like what ya see?" striker smirks, crawling on top of you again, his hands finding purchase on your supple thighs. he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze before gently teasing your entrance with a finger. "y'ready?" he asks, his voice adopting a softer, serious tone. "if ya want to stop, we always can." you smile, grabbing his hand and pulling it closer to your needy hole. "i know, striker. and i know what i want- i want you, and i want you to touch me." the corner of his mouth twitches, fighting off a crazed grin. "y'really are such a doll, y'know that?" striker whispers huskily, plunging a finger into you. you gasp at the pleasurable intrusion, soon accompanied by a second finger as he stretches you out.

"o-oh! ffuck-" you gasp, keening as he curls his fingers with mind numbing accuracy. striker brushes your hair out of your eyes, watching your face twist in pleasure as you pant. he can feel you practically sucking in his fingers, and a sudden idea strikes him. "open up," striker commands, grabbing his gun from the bedside table. your hole clenches around his fingers and you throb at the sight of the weapon. without hesitation you open your mouth, drool pooling on the edge of your lips as he shoves the gun into your mouth. you gasp, shocked by the cold sensation of the metal against your tongue. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast, the coil in your abdomen squeezing tighter by the second.

suddenly, striker pulls his hand away, relishing in the muffled, needy whimper that slips past your lips. "aw, d'worry poppet," he chuckles, pumping his cock a few times before aligning himself with your hole. "i'd never leave ya unsatisfied". striker thrusted in slowly, watching as your aching hole swallows his cock in a vice-like grip. "o-oh!" you gasp airily, thighs clamping around his waist as you claw down his back. striker begins to move, slowly but surely thrusting into you as you adjust to his size. it takes everything in him not to loose all restraint and fuck you senseless, especially with the way your moaning his name like a prayer. your hole was tightening around him and your wanton moans grew louder and louder, signifying that you were close.

you clench around him impossibly tight, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "striker- oh fuucnghh-" you gasp, your words muffled by the gun stil in your mouth as the coil in your abdomen snaps. your mind went perfectly blank as you ride out your high, striker cursing up a storm as his orgasm follows immediately after you. he pulls out, spilling his seed onto your stomach and chest.

striker gently pulls the gun from your mouth as you come down from your euphoric high, wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes and gently massaging your sore jaw.

"y'okay, bubs?" striker asked, gently cupping your face as he collapses beside you. "mhm," you murmur, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his nose. "just a lil' tired..." striker chuckles at your reply, gently kissing your forehead. suddenly, an idea struck you, and you crawl on top of him. striker watches you with amusement as you straddle him, his teeth glinting in the moonlight streaming in from outside your window.

"not too tired for round two, i see," striker snarks, and you shush him. "if you want to cum, then i suggest you stop talking," you reply, and striker swallows hard. "yes m'am/sir," he whispers, wetting his lips as you grind down against him. "i promise i'll behave," he murmurs, eyes glistening with lust as his hands travel to grip your thighs. "we'll see about that," you reply, already knowing your in for a long night.

I HAD TO HYPE MYSELF UP FOR THIS ONE 😭 this will probably have a pt2 w sub striker cuz i cant resist the opportunity- sorry i haven't posted in like a week ive been fighting demons (anxiety and burnout 😭) but i really wanted to finish this! i have a few more wips that will be posted soon, and im considering adding marvel/the mcu to the list of fandoms i write for cuz ive been falling back into my marvel phase lmao. ANYWAYSSSS I HOPE U ENJOYED!!!!

[hypernova-writes]

Excuse me if this seems too long but I have an idea for a SniperxReader fic that I only trust you with.( please feel free to delete this if you’re not interested) So my idea is that y/n is an employee to base (an assistant role similar to Ms.Pauling but lives on base) anyways one day they hear a phone ringing from inside the base when they were cleaning, and when they do discover it, they answer to find the parents to Sniper wanting to talk to him (how did they get ahold of a base number? I’d imagine a silly excuse like they found it through the phone book) Anyways y/n just makes a lovely first impression to Mick’s parents. Y/N tells Sniper his parents are calling, he’s a bit flustered but appreciative. Cue this routine happening a few more times and then eventually when y/n answers the phone this time, Mick’s mum has an important question. “Yknow love, you speak so fondly of our son…and Micky speaks of you the same. And you’re such a lovely person too! Would you ever consider going out with him?” Cue to y/n and Sniper (secretly listening from behind) completely flushed but also grateful that Martha Mundy broke the ice so they could hit it off. I know there’s some gaps in this but I would love to see with what you come up with. I absolutely fell in love with one of your earlier fics with Scout and I cant wait to see what else you have planned!

-Anon Rose

A/n: I HOPE YOU ENJOY THISSS it was so cute to write!! Also!! I have a tag list! Please let me know if you’d liked to be tagged for future works!!

Taglist!: @im-eating-rn

[Synopsis: While you’re doing your daily rounds helping the other mercs, Snipers Parents call, and you learn that his parents know allll about you.]

You walked around, making sure everyone had what they needed for the day.

You were an assistant to Ms. Pauling, being more hands on with the Mercs and living with them. It was your job to make sure everything ran smoothly at the base.

From if the mercs needed something, fixing things around the base (with the help of engineer of course!), or even helping defend the base when the enemy gets a little too close.

Currently, you had gotten back from logging things that Medic said he needed for the lab. You were passing the phone when you heard it start to ring. Believing it was Ms. Pauling, you ended up picking up the phone.

“Hello? This is Ms (Y/n) speaking?”

“Oh! Hello Deary! May I talk to my son, please?”

You were taken back at first, before realizing the voice had an Australian sounding accent. “Excuse Me? Who is your son if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh! Where are my manners! I’m Mrs. Mundy! My son is Mick!”

You then smile softly. “Oh! Sniper! Well I’ll go him real quick!”

“Thank you deary, what is your name again?"

"Y/N, ma'am."

"Oh! Well it's nice to meet you Y/n!"

You smile before Walking around the corner after placing the phone down, “Sniper~! Phone for you!”

Sniper, who was listening to whatever crazed conversation soldier was having with Demoman lifted his head up. You could see a slight red tinge his face before he quickly got up to it.

“..Thanks Sheila…” He’ll mutter before answers the phone, you could see the adorable blush on his face as his mom rambled on.

When they hang up, he comes to you with a nervous tone, "my mom..would like to speak to you again..if it's 'lright with you."

This starts a little routine between you, Sniper and the phone.

Every time his parents call, you answer the phone first, having a small little chat with both his mom and dad. You’d ask them about their day, what they were up to and similar questions of the nature, Sometimes you’’d be on the phone longer than Sniper is!

His mom loves to tell you embarrassing stories about his childhood, explain how happy she is that her son has someone like you.

"I'm so happy Micky has a gal like you around! I was worried about him!"

Today was another day of that little routine, you heard the phone ringing while you were doing paper work. You stopped your work and made your way over to the phone and picked it up.

“Good Afternoon, Mrs Mundy!”

“Hello there Darling! How are you?”

This time, Sniper walks up behind you, watching silently, with a small smile on his face.

“Y’know, love, You speak so fondly of our son..” His mom starts and you couldn’t help the small smile on your face, not knowing that Sniper was behind you.

“Oh of course, Sniper and I are very close, I’d do anything to help him out, and I’m pretty sure he’d do the same for me!” you chirp and you can hear his mother chuckle on the other side.

“Oh that’s grand..because our little Micky talks about you too! He speaks so highly of you. Isn’t that right honey?”

You can hear a faint male voice agree in the background , and guessed it was Snipers Dad.

"Yea he does! All the time!"

Now it was your turn to blush as you griped the phone a little tighter. “H..he speaks of me?”

“Oh yes, Yes! Every time! He talks about how lovely you look! How you’re always to nice to him, he thinks you’re really pretty darling!”

You were so glad that your back was facing Sniper and he couldn’t hear what his mom has just said to you. You sigh softly and was about to speak before she spoke again.

“Would you ever consider dating him, Y/N?”

You froze and a nervous chuckle left your body, you turned to face Sniper, who was a bit confused at your flustered expression.

“You alright ‘roo?” He asks and you nod before finally answering his mother.

“U-um..you know..I would love to date him, Mick is such a wonderful man..I’d be honored. You surely raised him right..” You say as you looked at Sniper.

He turns a bright red and his hand goes to rub the back of his neck. He then walks up to you, giving a shy and sheepish grin as he takes the phone from you gently.

“Hey, Mom, is it alright If i talk to ya later?..I have something important to do right now.”

It seems his mom picked up on the tone of his voice and you could’ve sworn you heard the older lady cheering through the phone. You giggle softly as Sniper hangs up the phone.

He walks up to you, reaching his hand up to caress your face, he smiles gently.

“So..About that date..’roo.”

Hope you enjoy this!!! It was really cute, and I'm a sniper girly (as well as a medic and Scout–) I should be posting my heavy kinktober post and an engineer request I got as well!!

[inkyycapp]

| rayman, ramon & raymesis x reader.

| relationship hcs.

personal song of choice: in my room, by insane clown posse.

i've seen so many rayman edits to this song, it now has him written alll over it. fuuuuuuckkkkkkk. do i write smut? (probably). just take this for now.

| tw:: foul language, raymesis/j, my own hcs, self indulgence, (heavy?)angst, they're all struggling, this is not proof read.

[ a/n:: we need more rayman. i'm still new to writing fanfics(aside my horrid watpad {i forgot how to spell it} phase.) forgive my errors and i hopefully plan to write more of him. he haunts my nightmares(lovingly). i'm ill rn, and wrote most of this in a sleep deprived craze for more rayman. first time writing these characters-- forgive me. ]

(soh/game)rayman.

i feel like he'd be the type to randomly pinch you especially when he feels like he's being ignored, or when you're 'busy'.

he always does it when you least expect it. sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone/reading a book? pinch. getting something to drink? pinch. stargazing? pinch.

loves the little reactions he gets from you. giggles over it. i bet he kicks his feet too.

definitely the type to swipe food from your plate when you're not looking, then gaslight you about it.

you're missing a potato wedge? nuh-uh. you're crazy. how dare you assume that your handsome, loving, amazing boyfriend would ever steal from you. the betrayal...(he did it.)

i like to think he enjoys hand kisses. random thought, but i dunno. i think he'd like to kiss your palms as a source of reassurance, and of course receiving the same affection back would probably give him a heart attack. in a good way of course.

or when you're a bit stressed in public and hold onto the back of his hoodie. like slightly holding onto the fabric where it's almost unnoticeable. probably the cutest thing you could ever do in his eyes. (that or giving him a lil kiss.)

silly things aside, he stuggles a lot. his failures that haunt him day in and out, he's scared to know how long it takes before he fails you too.

simple mistakes can lead to him getting stressed or overwhelmed as he doesn't leave any room for his 'failures', even with something so simple as accidentally knocking something over, breaking stuff, etc... he truly believes that you are one mistake away from leaving him.

he tries to be forgiving of all things with consideration of course, but often times it backfires. he has a naïve view that everyone can, and will change. he wants to believe that they will change for the better, even if the person chooses not to change, or to change for the worse. he blames himself when things go south because of that, he wants to give someone a second chance, but sometimes do they really deserve it? he tells himself he should know better by now, and it was all nothing but wishful thinking. very forgiving for others, but the rules don't apply to himself.

be patient with him, and reassure him whenever you get the chance. he really needs it.

his sleep schedule is the most horrendous schedule you will have ever seen. it's teetering between a full on coma, or staying awake for days on end. he loves taking naps, but sometimes he just can't-- he has work to do. remind him breaks are necessary. force him to sleep when he needs it. for his naps(comas), i don't know. cry? if there's one thing that'll wake him up is the sound of you in distress.

rayman is a sucker for pet names. he will be a puddle of goo in you're hands.

you're in another room, and he's just lounging about. the next moment you're calling for him, needing his help with something? he's right there. like right behind you.

lives for simplicity. babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, hun/hon. consider whatever you need done. he's so whipped for you.

he's also pretty good with pda. again, the pinching. public, private, it doesn't matter. that cute little pout on you're face is something he'd kill for.

personally, i prefer the earlier games personality traits as opposed to (i believe)origins. i do enjoy the childish behavior, however i do believe his immaturity does have a limit. (living for soh!rayman.)

definitely the type to crack the funniest jokes at the worst times imaginable. it's his secret talent.

that, and hitting you with a one liner when you're both faced with a terrible situation. except that one liner is just so good-- you have to at least give him credit for that.

huge soft spot for sentimental gifts. always putting them somehwere safe, and when enough time passes, he likes to go over each and every one. reminiscing about all the little things.

raymesis.

[middle child energy.]

'a hot tempered psycho who's looking to destroy rayman's reputation'. not my words-- it's the wiki's.

with canonical anger issues under his belt(?), he's a bit more brash than the other two. when realizing he may like you, he may turn against you in almost violent ways. but, he hesistates everytime. always missing by a hair.

it takes him a while before he'd able to ever consider that maybe being vulnerable is okay-- just this once.

suprisingly a tad bit cautious of 'being nicer' to you, but he's trying his best.

raymesis is a thing-a-majig with a serious identity crisis.

i like to think that the some of the 4-5 vers. of the evil clones of rayman are just him having multiple 'phases'. it's fun to think of.

on a more serious note: he often feels like he's nothing but a lesser-- a shadow of the heroic rayman. maybe he looks up to him in a way, and finds jealousy in how he can just...keep going. how he's able to be so open, and forgive other so easily despite their past transgressions. he finds it unfair: why is it so difficult for him, but so easy for rayman. he's a clone of him, sure an evil clone, but a clone nonetheless. that's where the deep, dark spiral comes in.

linking to that he struggles to be nice, vulnerable, or open with you. he's supposed to be an evil clone of some heroic figure, and yet he's falling over himself because of you. in his own way, he gets extremely upset-- it pisses him off. he tries to be mean to you, but he can't bring himself to do so. he's supposed to be a 'bad person', but hurting you makes him seem like more of a monster than a villain.

this will all take time for him to process, the best thing you can do is be patient, listen to him rant, and just try and be there for him.

you have definitely mellowed him out, just a bit. he's still an asshole to rayman/j.

they're more like bickering siblings who never get along.

do not expect 'family(?)' dinners to go well.

i feel like mr.dark and the nymphs have serious beef with eachother. wwe smack downs every 'family(?)' dinner. always bet on the nymphs.

wouldn't it be cute for the nymphs to treat raymesis like their son too? just adopting him one day without him knowing? scolding him for lighting that one house down the street on fire?

raymesis doesn't like christmas trees.

there seems to be a reoccurring joke in the descriptions that claim raymesis is 'ugly' despite the fact he's a near clone of rayman. this always leaves him in a puddle of confusion with his confidence always shot. please tell him he's pretty once in a while-- he won't accept the compliment, but he'll think about it for days.

he's not used to praise, and can't take compliments. poor buddy.

he definitely bites. a lot.

of course he's a little more careful with you, he still bites now and again. i feel like he's an agressive lover. wanting to squeeze the life out of things he finds 'cute' without ever admitting it.

he has a purple tongue. that's kinda cool. i like to think he probably has a tongue piercing too? i feel like he's the type.

definitely plenty of pent up feelings that he has a hard time expressing.

but pda? oh yeah. lives for it. his hands always has to be on you in one way or another. get's all agitated, and sulks when you pull you're hand away from his to pick something up, or to rummage through your bag. how dare you-- you owe a huge apology.

pet names; babe/baby, sweetheart, creature, mine, stupid/idiot(lovingly). he's very silly with these.

he has a hard time believing you'd ever choose him compared to the hero, rayman. with time maybe he'll learn you love him, and choose him because he's your first choice.

(superiority complex.)

he may not be the best person, but he's at least willing to learn to be better in his own way.

ramon.

can we all agree on the amount of trust issues this man has right about now? good.

after the betrayal with eden whether you've been in his life for years or not, he finds it hard to put everything out in front. it'll take him some time to rebuild trust after what eden did. and no, him needing to rebuild the trust has nothing to do with you! (i mean that in a good way.) you did nothing wrong(unless you did) in his eyes but, he used to believe eden was his everything. and with that, eden took everything. he worries that with time they'll take you too.

give him reassurance, quality time, the whole mile. remind him you're not going anywhere.

while cuddling in bed(couch, etc) probably the type to refuse to let you go to the bathroom because he doesn't want to let you go.

honestly, very romantic.

he loves fruit, and chocolate covered fruit too.

will buy you some, but steals a few pieces when you're not looking. he's sneaky like that.

also known that he likes sushi, but i feel like he probably has beef with the conveyer belt things. probably a bad experience, or he's mad at it for no reason.

i think he likes habatchi. it's very entertaining.

he's the type to tell the most outrageous stories out of the blue. he's the absolute king of 'i used to know a friend'.

probably kept up with everyone's drama as the news host. stays awake at night thinking about it sometimes.

y'know when someone tells you a joke and you don't get it at first? this is him figuring out what they meant at like 2:30 am.

another terrible sleep schedule. like absolutely horrendous.

he probably has nightmares about his time as a news host. thinking of the lies he used to spread. how much each one impacted someone elses life.

wakes up in a cold sweat. ends up focusing on you're calm breathing, and tries to match it. eventually falls asleep, not before firmly pulling you close to him. even when you wake up, you'll never escape his grasp.

on an alternative route, if you did wake up, he's extremely apologetic. tries to usher you back to sleep. now you're both awake munching on some food watching some shitty trash tv, criticizing why she choose james over percy.

he's not keen on pda. he worries for you're life. it's already a risk for you to be with him-- what if eden sees?

pet names too, but more casual with them behind closed doors. definitely married-couple-core. sweetheart, brat when he's being a pain, or play fighting. hon/hun, baby when he's literally attached to you're hip.

has frequent chronic migraine. enjoys just burying his face into you're stomache and just laying there while you're doing whatever your doing. like a cat.

enjoys the comfortable silence between you two, but small conversation is just as nice.

has guns. you broke a lamp. doesn't let you touch no more./j

he actually prefers you have a gun on your person at all times, even in the comfort of home. you'll never know what could happen when you can't protect yourself.

| the end.

[a/n: sorry it's a little short, but this is my first time writing for these three. addiction is strong, don't do rayman kids.]

[mlink64]

Can you write something about when mingi caught you masturbating ??(I'm so horny help)

Lawd, all the sub!mingi brainrot rn 😫 sometimes you need a huge little helping hand from your sweet extremely hot and large roommate

Fem bodied reader, dom!reader, roommate Mingi, subby Mingi, lingerie, slight corruption kink

Find part two here

WC ~780

👇👇👇Smut 👇👇👇

He comes home early one day and finds you sprawled out on your bed, looking like an absolute angel in a pretty pink babydoll with your hand down the matching panties

Your little whimpers and moans make him hard almost instantly, so it takes a moment for him to process what's happening before he yelps and spins to face away from your enticing form

"Oh my god I am so sorry! I'll, I'll come back later!"

You jump slightly as his deep voice jolts you from your lust-fueled trance

If it was anyone else you probably would have jumped up immediately and slammed the door so you could die of embarrassment, but this was Mingi

Your extremely hot, tall, broad, roommate Mingi

The very person you were imagining just moments before

You're too far gone to think rationally at the moment, instead sliding off your bed and over to your frozen roommate

A shiver goes up his spine and his cock twitches as he feels your presence come up behind him

"It's fine Mingi, promise" you whisper breathily, gently placing a reassuring hand on his strong back

It's like a jolt of electricity between you two at the small point of contact that shoots straight through your bodies

His cock jumps again as you feel a gush of arousal in your already ruined panties

"If you want..." you venture, your hand sliding around his sculpted torso to rest provocatively against his waistband "You can keep watching"

This can't be real is all he can think in his heady state, still frozen on the spot

When he doesn't react you take a daring step closer, your flushed skin now pressing into his back as you slide your other hand around his body to rest suggestively at his hip

Mingi really is hard as a rock now, a fact which you are quick to notice when your curiosity gets the better of you and you slide a hand down to palm him through his sweatpants

You're not blind, man is big. It's not like he walks around naked or even in boxers, but you've still caught yourself eying his package when he's just been lounging around in sweats or pyjama pants (once even when he came home from the gym, his shorts sticking to his sweaty body in a way that you found yourself thinking back on for weeks after)

Your suspicions of him being on the larger side are, of course, confirmed as you palm him

Not expecting the sudden bold move, Mingi inadvertently lets out a strangled moan at your touch, his head lolling back

If you weren't soaked before you sure were now...his groan going straight to your throbbing cunt

Unable to hold back any longer you drag your roommate through the bedroom door by his belt loops

He stumbles a bit, but before he can trip over his own two feet you spin him around and shove him onto your bed

Mingi didn't think he could get any more turned on but something about the juxtaposition of your sudden display of strength and your pretty little outfit had him leaking into his boxers like he was a hormone-crazed middle schooler all over again

You look like an absolute goddess standing before him - hair ruffled and chest heaving, your eyes shine with pure lust as you shamelessly take in his form

You clench at the sight, your dopey roommate sprawled out on top of your sheets; his long legs almost hanging off the edge of the bed and his eyes wider than you've ever seen them...all for you

Mingi stays silent, his brain still short-circuiting as a result of his sweet, tiny roommate yanking him around like a ragdoll

He doesn't even know where to look, it's like he's seeing you for the first time all over again - taking in the curve of your lips, your chest clad in delicate lace, the way your necklace (the one you never took off, a fact he found rather endearing) nestled so perfectly against your collarbone, the soft skin of your throat, your small hands and feet. He always teased you about being so short (it's not your fault he's 10ft tall) but right now you looked larger than life - confident, sexy, powerful...size be damned, you were running this show

You walked over, your hooded gaze never leaving his own as you crawled onto the bed in between his legs

As you neared him, Mingi's hands move towards you practically of their own accord; barely grazing your hips before you grab his wrists and push them down onto the sheets

"Now, now...I said you could watch"

To be continued...

[springtrappd]

@limbsandheads this entire blog has actually been an elaborate operation to convert as many people to vannyism as possible via the "shite posts" of the youth. Glad to see it's working

jokes aside: HEHEHEHE THANK YOU... yeah a big part of getting comfy in my niche here has been getting comfortable enough to actually, like, POST my anaylsis /because/ of the complete lack of it elsewhere. being counterculture can be a tough place to be in! the amount of times i've had to hold myself back or scrap something bc i'm unsure if i'm gonna get dragged into explaining, idk, what a fucking metaphor is or some shit... ugh. awful do not recommend. i'm not sure what's worse: people who refuse to believe that parallels exist, or people that understand that parallels exist but only as fodder for theories (which are, as we all know, the most important part of any satisfying story)

i think people in general have a hostile response to any kind of serious analysis precisely because it's serious; it feels like... there's this pervasive sense -- particularly when you talk to the people that i'm thinking of here -- that academia is somehow Other or (views itself as) Superior in some way, thus making the act of engaging in it about posturing rather than, well. study. people have a very strict idea of what art is, even if only subconsciously, and react accordingly when the Other comes in to try and take away their favourite toy. games are fun; analysis is not. why can't you just let people enjoy things, you're just doing this for attention, etc etc etc. it's a position borne of ignorance, one that assumes that you can separate art from play at all -- and one that finds itself most vulnerable to exploitation. it's fundamentally reactionary rhetoric, is what i'm getting at here, and why i can so easily swap out stupid fnaf jargon for a conservative strawman and still get the point across.

anti-intellectualism sucks because it sucks all the joy out of art. like, for all i joke about being fuelled by spite, you'll find that even my most virulent snark comes from a place of love. i talk about this shit because i love it; because i love the actors and writers and art directors and character designers and production teams and editors, every single one of them, and there's nothing quite as intimate as a dissection. to peel back the layers of a piece of art is to ultimately shine a light on the things beneath -- all the blood and bone and gristle, where the artist has been pressed between the pages... to look at someone and know them, to sit and think about what they wanted to say -- what is that, if not love?

you aren't born knowing how to say "i love you". it's something you've gotta learn. and this is what we in the biz call a """METAPHOR""",

also, while we're here: fun fact! i actually write a lot of my stuff off-the-cuff, which is why the flow is often weird/words are missing/it might take a wild left turn away from the original subject? (like i'm low-key doing rn!) it's something that makes me cringe, but also fuels my desire to get around to writing a proper essay abt this terrible franchise eventually... i've got pages of bullet points & notes scattered around the place (& hundreds of discord messages to pull from, oh god), it's just the practical part of it that makes me want to crawl back into my skin. until then you are stuck with the Crazed Ravings (Autism Flavour), (un)fortunately (depending on how you look at it)

[gaiuskamilah]

For the unpopular opinion:

I think Blades is severely overrated and upheld as the golden child of choices because fantasy is in rn. The world building, lore, while having some unique elements is just kinda generic fantasy mush and I think a lot of the hype came from the fact that stuff like DnD & Critical Role were booming in popularly and the fact that Choices hadn’t had a pure (in lieu of LoTR) fantasy book yet.

I like the characters enough though, I just think between the writing and generic setting/lore Blades just isn’t top tier to me.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

i def can see where this is coming from. a lot of choices book do come with the trends, particularly their fantasy ones. tcatf was obviously inspired by daenerys' plot line in game of thrones which was all the craze in 2016, and the cursed heart is partly acotar inspired and that's the hit thing on booktok. blades isn't an exception with DnD and critical role being popular.

i'm not super particularly into high fantasy myself (was never in too deep during my tolkien phase and my favorite fantasy is probably asoiaf, which is basically fantasy for people who aren't really into fantasy lmao) so i can't say too much on blades' elements, but i see what you're getting at. within the wider range of fantasy stories blades probably isn't the most unique. within choices books though, it definitely stands out because of the willingness to explore what it does as well as the in-game mechanics. that probably says more about the state of choices' fantasy line-up than anything else.

i kind of feel the same way about it lives. IL isn't really saying anything groundbreaking in terms of the wider horror genre but within choices' line-up it stands out. i guess it's all about perspective and if the person is really into the genre LMAO

send an (un)popular opinion and i'll rate it

[wwooyology]

OH M GEE, WHAT WAS CRAZED NIGHTS FOR??? I'M ON THE VERGE OF TEARS RN. im crazy, i need them both TwT i swearrrr the best threesome i have EVER READ AND IM GONNA READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN

PLEASE 😭😭😭😭 I WAS TAKIN BREAKS TRYING TO WRITE IT OMG 😩✋ they both have been driving me up a wall and I thought writing for them would sooth it.... I was horribly mistaken 💀💀 I'm glad you enjoyed it tho 🥺🖤 what was your favorite part? 🤭🤭

[sugar-omi]

is this account only for olba writing or would you post writing from other games? like maybe stardew or something with similar vibes (theyre similar to me but idk maybe not similar to you)

I will definitely do stardew!!! literally was wondering if yall would be interested in other fandoms bc I'm playing stardew again n I'm just obsessed. ANYWAY

ion mind stardew, and obey me (I swear I will get around to writing those asks), and certain visual novels, because I'm not crazed about all of them even though I loved the game

oh and genshin is okay for sure!!!

and mmm, I might write for some animes. keyword is might, bc im not that into anime anymore (im so slow catching up on certain shows rn omfg).. like I'll write for, say.. jjk, but I'm not engrossed in it right now, and the fandom INTIMDATES ME but i will try

overall, just ask if I'll write for character from whatever, n I will try.

although I should preface, I haven't played coral Island, or like BG3 or anything like that. so it's mostly stardew, obey me, genshin, OL1/2, n a small handful of vn's that have the ok 👌

again, just ask, n i will answer <3

[neurotypical-sonic]

I feel interested in vampire aus 👀 I'd love to hear your take

For some reason I am so self concious and embarrassed about my vampire au, be niceys to me

There's not a lot of world building behind it, like I've always wanted to write a fic where the world works differently to canon but instead of explaining it, you just dive right in with minimal explanation, and see how the veiwers interpret it. I like reading those and I think it'd be fun to try and write

The basic idea is that vampires need blood because their bodies can't produce their own. And so if they don't get it enough, that's when the blood hunger (??? craze?? idk what it's called but when they go feral) kicks in. You know how you get really intense cravings based on what your body is lacking? Like sometimes you just want to eat salt out of your hand? It's like that but with the added instinct of needed to Hunt Your Prey. And it's not just craving blood, it's also because you're actually starving, and in pain and desperate because of that, to the point where it clouds your thinking. Like how an average human would respond, but once again with the added supernatural instincts.

It takes a lot to get to that point, though. There's a difference between being hungry, not having enough fresh blood in your system so you're a little snappy, to Actually Fucking Starving. Blood craze is about your body starting to shut down so your brain starts lashing out in a desperate attempt to survive

There's a little more lore to it in my head, like how vampires function in general and like. how and why they exist, but I'm too tired to get into it rn plus it's not that important

The fic in my head is about Sonic, who is a vampire, being in that position. It's on Knuckles' pov, and Amy and Tails are there. Basically, things happened and as a result Sonic has been starved, like literally, and now they're all back and safe at (??? Tails' workshop maybe) but now they have to deal with This. None of them have been in this situation before, they don't know what to do or how to make it better. Seeing Sonic like this, in so much pain and lashing out and trying to hurt them because he can't think properly, is fucking terrifying because it's not like him at all. It's terrifying to see someone you know and love in that position, and it throws you off balance. Seeing someone whos usually so strong in such a weak and vulnerable position is gut wrenching. And they KNOW the easiest way to help, but they know that they can't do that, he'd end up killing them, so they have to do it the slower way (tails leaves to break in to a hospital and steal blood while amy and knuckles stay with sonic)

It sounds super lame now that I type it out shdjdjd. The focus is on the fact that this is a Scary Situation, not because of the fact that Sonic's a vampire, but because like fuck dude!! medical emergencies aren't fun and seeing someone you love Like That is fucking terrifying!! and Sonic's in and out of lucidity and knuckles cant figure out if he prefers it when Sonic's acting like a fucking rabid animal or when sonic is fucking terrified and shaking and depending on them to both keep him in check and comfort him. Sonic's ooc in this because that's the point. And also amy knuckles and tails trying to deal with everything that comes with a loved one trying to attack you, like you know it's not their fault but it also really scares you, and dealing with during All Of This would be. interesting to say the least.

Vivid mental image: in his desperation he ends up trying to bite himself and they have to scramble to get him to Not Do That. and they end up taping a bunch of cardboard together so he has something to bite and seeing him sitting there like that, jaw clamped down on some goddamn cardboard while he shakes and looks terrified, is so jarring, like it's something that knuckles would normally make fun of him for, the whole situation is ridiculous, sonic and his shitty new chewtoy, but it's not funny at all, it's devastating and the image is seared into his brain and he doesn't know how to deal with it

I started to write it yesterday while half asleep and god damn you can tell I was half asleep. It's not good sndndn I would like to finish it because it's such a vivid image in my head but also I'm so fucking embarrassed this is so self indulgent of me. hurt/comfort and vulnerability, yknow

[wolpertinger-prince]

I'm a little moody rn so

I think something that pains Hare and Dormy, especially Hare, is that they realize that they've always been little more than an accessory to Hatter. Like Hatter's the one everyone knows and he's so self-centered he seems to believe himself the "main character" or the "leader" of the trio. He got them stuck at tea time because of his grudge with Time, and they forgave him for that because they loved him. But after the fire, he starts to grow distant, more involved with the queen and with crazed experiments and less with them, and they can't really excuse his faults anymore. And right before he turns them into clockwork science experiments, they come to this frustrating conclusion like yeah, we always were just the bitches hanging off his arm, weren't we? And they carry that with them, especially Hare, when they take over his domain and build the Infernal Train.

If I ever get around writing that damn prequel fic, I want to include this in it. That realization and the frustration that comes with it. That the three of them have known each other, loved each other all these years, and that this is actually how it was all along. That, and they got dumped for the next big thing until their existence became convenient again and Hatter decided to mutilate them in the name of time-based science. Was that a run-on sentence?

[kayspaceprinceart]

for ocs suffering: 1, 6, & 14 for adil & two others of your choice! :3

Laying on my bed and kicking my legs rn

∧＿∧ 　(｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 　⊂　　 /　　 ・゜+. 　しーＪ　　　°。+ <3

If I'm doing Adil, I GOTTA also answer for his husband Nol, and for funsies I'm gonna make the third a not-trek oc: my horrible trash thief son Pancratio

When have they been unable to save someone or something no matter how much they tried?

Adil: Sadly has run into this the most of the three, being a nurse. The Cassini has a really good medical bay, but part of being a scout ship is running into toxins, viruses, and weapons you have no experience with. He deals with it via intense compartmentalization that would make a vulcan proud and a lot of counseling.

Nol: Not yet! Though leaving someone behind is one of his greatest fears. I'll probably write something when I'm feeling particularly angsty. (*-`ω´- )人

Pan: So. His whole Thing is the only people he cares about are himself and Cemir (aka Rae) so he's never really... tried to save anyone else before. His old mentor did die as a result of helping him escape a fighting ring, but it's not something that bothers him much.

How far would they go to save someone they love? Would they sacrifice themselves? Others?

Adil: *Knives out voice* He is a Good Nurse. Adil will work himself to the bone to save pretty much anyone that comes into his care, and will absolutely resort to threats and blackmail to find solutions (Nol finds this so hot). So would he sacrifice himself? Yeah, but mostly in a roundabout way. As for sacrificing others... some people he wouldn't, but if he thinks you're a bad person, or someone who 'signed up' for it (mostly higher up starfleet personnel) then he would.

Nol: He is ABSOLUTELY the kind of little shit to pull a big, dramatic, deadly save for his loved ones or crewmates. In a way, he thinks of it as kind of his duty as a pilot - last one out and all that (Adil is helping him with that. Having someone who really wants you back will do that to you). Sacrificing others would be a lot harder for him, and he'd eventually decide not to do it to save Adil, but it would destroy him.

Pan: LOL anyone between him and Cemir is already dead (I want to introduce them as dnd antagonists at one point as a crazed necromancer and the woman he brought back. I Am Stretched On Your Grave by Abney Park is soooo Pan coded). He'd only sacrifice himself as an absolute last resort, since the point is for them to be together. However, if it came down to that, he would, and pretty easily - he considers all of his life hers after she helped him in the fighting ring.

Do they have self worth? (this one is so rude, lol I love it)

Adil: Yeah! He's a very self-assured person, and has pretty much always lived around a support system of people who value his insights and work. He also doesn't get intimidated by station easily.

Nol: He's working on it! He's the kind of person who kind of makes up for being more unsure by bragging and swagger. He's got most people fooled (and he's working on fooling himself), except for Adil, his Captain Dirk Kelly, and his First Officer, Liolram Avut.

Pan: Oh fuck yeah, the conceited bastard (affectionate). He considers himself #2 in the world. However he did have a rougher time with that in childhood - he was kidnapped into the fighting ring at a young age, and all the fighters there were treated like slaves.

(◌´╰╯`๓) Thank you for the questions!

Link to the questions if anyone wants more

[velvetineblue]

3, 6, 13, 34, & 35!! ( gibs u both salty AND sweet :D )

( in which i was supposed to be salty @ roleplayers but instead i just yell at tumblr staff incoherently / accepting ! )

3. what’s your favorite thing about your mutuals ?

aah, there's so many things i could say !! first of all, they're all very inspiring. whenever i see you guys on my dash, killin' it with your writing and ideas, it inspires me to be more creative. and active. i don't check my dash that often because i try to minimize my distractions during the day; but i bet if i checked it more, the inspiration would make me more active JASJAJJ. another thing i love to see is how the mutuals i have are all very supportive of each other !! liking posts, commenting, and being very warm and welcoming to each other. ; u ; i'm picky about who i follow, so i only follow the best. ;)) wink wonk

6. what’s one thing the rpc has to realize ?

most of us are over-thinkers. that thing that you are assuming about that other rp'er ( e.g. they must not like me because they didn't respond to my ask; OR they don't want to write with me because if they had they would have reached out; OR they probably think they're 2 cool for me because i don't use fancy aesthetics . . . all the thoughts we have like THAT ) are most likely not true. most things have simple explanations, and are not that deep. our anxious brains just like to overcomplicate things. : D I know that for me, if I did not want to write with someone, or if I did not like them . . . I would just unfollow them or not follow them in the first place !! it's dat simple asjjaja. so if you're mutuals, try not to worry so much about little things and overanalyze them !! if you come here & focus on having fun and exercising your creativity, and focus on that, and your friends, instead of rejections ( real or perceived ) and worrying over what you can't do and can't control . . . you will have a WAY better time! : )

13. what’s underrated in the rpc ?

touching grass. jk jk but actually only half jk. but all of the partners i have rn are people with lives outside of rp and other hobbies and stuff to do, and yes, that means we tend to be slower with our replies & all, but . .. it's so much better, ngl. it sounds stupid but fr, having a life is IMPORTANT, okay; people are less likely to get over-sensitive abt rp stuff, less likely to become overly invested to the point that replying to your threads becomes an obligation / burden instead of good fun, and it also helps lessen the over-thinking mentioned above...

when it comes to what the rpc writes tho ? hMMmm... i think continuity and single-verse stuff is kind of underrated !! like, having verses ( or even entire characters/blogs ) where everything is under ONE single timeline. so if you have a thread with Bob and in that thread, Bob chops off your characters' arm, from then on, your character has ONE ARM. periODT !! unless they get a cybernetic arm or magically regrow it, etc. . . this comes with it's own set of challenges & is PRETTY FREAKING hard to do in rp, but I think it is REALLY fun & rewarding when it works !!! i love all the twists and turns and the spontaneity of it. and if too much happens, there's no reason you can't just... reset back to the beginning!

34. what’s the best part about being in the rpc on tumblr ?

ooh for me, the best thing has been meeting a community of like-minded, similar writers : D bc yes, I’ve met plenty of other writers irl and online places besides tumblr, but… they don’t GET ME like my tumblr mutuals do ajdjsj. I rly thought I was a crazed weirdo because of how passionate I was about my characters, and how I can think about them all day & relate every little thing back to them … until I joined tumblr :’) tumblr turns a solitary, isolate hobby into something community-based, where we all collaborate and expand each other's universes, and i just genuinely think that's a really cool writer-y thing. very niche, very hard to explain to people outside our community ... but i think it's rly fun n uNIQUE. and I think I would have gone crazy if I didn’t have tumblr to scream to about character things svfdd

35. what’s the biggest problem in the rpc ?

that's a good question ... there's a lot of flaws in the rpc, but there's a lot of good things, too. there are a lot of problems that could use improving, but i don't know how to rank one as the 'WORST'. i do think that what i talked about in #6 is a possible contender for the biggest problem, because if we're all avoiding each other and too scared to talk to each other, that kills rp. but it's hard to change that and i feel like the rpc has talked about it enough. 🤷 i don't really have anything else to add or any other solutions. meh. i don't care that much either. i don't think the rpc will ever really die, so it's whatever asjjaj. ( correction: it may die on TUMBLR, but there's plenty of other places to rp if it does. roleplayers are like cockroaches; WE NEVER DIE. ) so instead, i'm going to say: THIS SHITTY ASS BETA EDITOR. I HATE THIS THING. WHAT THE FUCK. the biggest problem in the tumblr rpc is definitely that tumblr staff tries to 'fix' things that were never broken. they hate us and want us all to suffer. we are in hell, being punished for the crime of being tumblristas. i'm not one of those people who hate anytime a website has a minor ui change or whatever-- i didn't care about twitter adding 50 buttons. i'm not opposed to change if it's for innovation or a new feature or look or whatever, even if i don't personally want that feature........ but tumblr doesn't even fix anything: they replace what was there with something of inferior quality every time. how the fuck do you run a website worse than elon musk. not even muskrat has ruined the basic functionality of a text editor, tumblr....... honestly mind-boggling. > : [

[minkkumaz]

spent my weekend getting into more bgs ^^!!

my goal is to be THE 5thgen bg stan to ever exist. rn im into bonedo(🥰🙏🙏🙏) xikers, 8turn, riize, lun8, evnne, 82major and i MIGHT try zb1?

today i ended up crying to But I Like You cause i got so emotional abt how well the song sounded.. like it was a lil embarrassing but i sobbed while watching the mv.. theres like a few other weird songs i cried to like,,

- EVERY boynextdoor song.

- Baggy Jeans

- Bite Me

- Fairy of Shampoo

- ING

- Yogurt Shake

- Good to Me

- Get a Guitar

im like 100% sure theres more but these r the ones i vividly remember.. how has ur weekend been? :))

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OMGG I TOTALLY SUPPORT YOUR GOALS!! i was an avid boys planet watcher and was a little salty for awhile about my picks not making it but ive grown to love zb1 anyways, they all deserve their spot for sure!

CRYING TO BAGGY JEANS IS CRAZY UR SO FUNNY FOR THAT but honestly i can't complain because i cry to excel very often, especially when it premiered for the first time LMAOO

my weekend has been pretty good! my friend and i have been playing a visual novel game together and suddenly i'm a successful voice actor LOLL but i also did some baking and trying to write!

i've been having the biggest gidle craze ever like i genuinely believe I DO is the best song ive heard in the history of songs and the mv is so good i literally hyper analyze that shit for fun its just so FKLASDFKJASFB i love gidle so much they're so talented. I DO made me stan for sure, ive been watching sm of their content >< which is honestly kinda shocking to me because ive always been a major bg stan (nothing against gg's, i just don't find myself getting into them as much as i'd like to!) so i'm definitely happy i've found my gg <3

i honestly have sm to do in a time limit (theres some other things i cant share hehe) but procrasinating is my thing. hopefully by the end of the week i can have two of my halloween fics finished bc as of now.. i have none of them finished AND OCTOBER 4TH IS A LITTLE MORE THAN A WEEK AWAY ^^;;

i'm also going to go watch the premiere for the saw movie so.......... i need to binge the other movies to refresh my mind. sm to do and so little time ><