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giveemcoffeekid · 13 days ago

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Orion’s Belt

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Sherlock and Co fanfiction

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TW: eating disorder , anorexic Sherlock Holmes , Angst with happy ending

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John couldn’t help but blame himself. What kind of doctor was he? Worse than that, what kind of friend?

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It started so small.

Really, if John hadn’t kept going back in his mind (and occasionally his recordings) he wouldn’t have thought that it all had started so long ago.

That they didn’t notice for *months*.

“No milk or sugar, please.” Sherlock spoke up from his position on the couch. Legs long and fingers steepled, he was deep in thought.

John had been about to make some tea for them. A lovely early grey blend that he was scared to look the price up for. As such it wasn’t really a surprise that Sherlock preferred the pure taste of it.

“Fair enough mate.” John chuckled.

The bergamot was such a lovely note in John’s nose, once he opened the tin. His mind was elsewhere, partially thinking about how the hell bergamot even looked like, partially wondering if he still had enough poo bags for Archie.

As such it wasn’t a big surprise when, out of habit he stirred a dollop of milk and some sugar into Sherlock’s tea.

His mind was by now fully preoccupied by the horrendous pricing of poo bags, because really, they were taking the piss (well poo haha). John smiled at his own silly joke as he handed Sherlock his cup. The other man had sat up to reach for it but seemed to freeze once he inspected the cup’s content.

Only then did John notice that he had forgotten Sherlock’s request.

“Aw shit sorry I wasn’t thinking mate, I hope it’s not ruined now.” Sherlock stayed silent, a new expression on his face that John couldn’t really pinpoint. He might not be autistic but even he had trouble reading Sherlock’s facial expression. Quite often if he was honest. Finally his friend seemed to snap out of his stupor. “That’s alright Watson, I apologise for upsetting your tea making routine.” If John hadn’t known Sherlock as well as he did, he would have believed the other man to make fun of him. In reality he knew that Sherlock was being honest and sincere. It touched his heart.

“No don’t worry, I’ll keep it in mind for next time. I’m sorry if the milk or the sugar are ruining the tea blend.” Sherlock smiled gently, but proceeded to put his cup down on the table. “I’m sure it is going to be fine. Thank you.”

The cup went cold.

John tried to not be sad that he had ruined some perfectly good tea.

As days went by, John did manage to keep his flatmate’s updated tea preference in mind. The negative reinforcement from having to pour an entire cup of overpriced tea down the kitchen sink made sure of that.

“Good morning, Listener, it is quite early here in 221b Baker Street! Well also in the rest of England and eh our time zone, but it is especially early for us.”

“It really isn’t Watson.” Sherlock’s deep voice spoke from a distance. “Maybe not for you Mr. I have a new experiment and now do yoga all night long.” He snorted. When Sherlock had started to do stretches randomly throughout the day, he had not thought much of it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t curious, but this was Sherlock. After the couple of weeks they had lived together by then, he was hardly surprised by anything Sherlock did. (Especially after the shoelace tourniquet situation.)

“It’s for an experiment.” John had raised his eyebrows at the time. “It’s in the early stages so I’d rather not share my hypothesis right now.” John had laughed. “No ad hoc adjustments tho! That’s unfair!” Sherlock had rolled his eyes. “Please. I have scientific integrity.” With those words he had vanished.

“It is Pilates John, not Yoga. While Pilates has adapted some movements of various yoga practices it is not yoga.” John sighed. “I…didn’t know that did you know that listener? Well now we know, and we all learned something new today!” John continued his cherry cometary on a not so cherry case and just glanced at Sherlock as the other man sipped his plain tea. Maybe it was some experiment on health? Well Sherlock still wouldn’t share his idea and frankly John had other things on his mind as well.

“Hey what have you got there?”

Those could have been his last words. And yet here he was.

Life was so weird.

One second, you’re being blown up, the next you watch your flatmate in central London do some weird stretch that probably only works if your belly isn’t in the way. Sherlock and his lanky genetics must come in handy in a situation like that.

It wasn’t until after Christmas that John couldn’t help but notice Sherlock was eating weird. Or weirder than usual.

“Did those hashbrowns attack your family or why are you dissecting them so viciously?”

John did what he did best: try and deflect his worry with a bad joke.

Sherlock barely looked up from the assault on the hashbrowns, continued to drive his fork into them, but without ever actually picking up a piece.

“It seems they are upsetting my tummy.” He said in a tone of voice that spoke of deep grief, with words that didn’t. A comical contrast to the usually so serious and scientific man saying the word ‘tummy’. He gently put down his fork, right next to his plate and John couldn’t help but smile gently. “Aw mate I’m sorry. They’re the good ones from Tesco!”

Sherlock did not look massively impressed.

“Do you want something else? If your tummy is upset maybe some porridge?” Sherlock got up way too abruptly, his chair almost losing its balance from being pushed back so suddenly and vigorously.

“That’s alright John. I think I’ll just lay down for a bit.”

John shrugged but couldn’t shake his worry.

“I can make you some herbal tea maybe that will help.” Sherlock was slowly moving towards his room, but haltered.

“I would like that if it isn’t too much of a bother. Do we have fresh ginger?” John, who was not entirely on top of their groceries, but knew that much, nodded.

“Yes, bought some the other day for that curry!” He got up to search for it so he could peel and prepare it for Sherlock’s tea.

“Do you want any honey with it mate?” John looked over to Sherlock just in time to see a shiver run through Sherlock’s body.

He must be really unwell, John thought with pity in his belly. Maybe he should get him some medicine?

“No that is quite alright. Just the ginger, please. Thank you.” Without another word he vanished into his room, the door shut close, and John put on the kettle.

The upset tummy lingered around for a while.

Every time John cooked; Sherlock would refer to it.

“I just feel sick if I eat when I am not particularly hungry John. It really is not that surprising of a phenomenon.”

John, still a sceptical expression on his face, hummed. “I don’t know Sherlock, maybe you should get that looked after? Like from a GP?” Sherlock sighed.

“You worry too much; it is perfectly normal for me. This just happens sometimes.” This did nothing to diminish John’s worries. “Maybe you need a vacation? Some rest?” Sherlock shook his head, a displeased expression on his face. As if John inquiring about his wellbeing was

“No. I am fine; I shall just eat when I am actually hungry.” John raised an eyebrow. “And will you?” Sherlock frowned, but something was off. John couldn’t pinpoint it, but something about his friend’s demeanour just didn’t sit right with him that day.

“Of course, Watson. Why wouldn’t I?”

John couldn’t actually say anything in that regard. Sherlock might be reckless, borderline a danger to himself, but never on purpose, and never solely to just endanger himself.

And really who was John to pass any judgement on that particular type of behaviour, when he himself did the same. If he was being honest with himself.

“I- I don’t know mate. Guess I am just worried about you. You have lost some weight, and I really don’t want you to waste away right under my nose.”

Looking back, John should have understood the pained expression in Sherlock’s eyes as he stiffed in response to John’s words. But it was such a miniscule detail, only around for a split second. And John was known to draw the wrong conclusions, just as he did in that moment. “Shit, I’m sorry Sherlock I didn’t mean it like that!” Sherlock nodded, expression bland and far away.

“It’s okay.” Silence hung heavy between them for a painful moment. “Are you sure? I really didn’t mean- “Before John could continue his apology, Sherlock got up.

“I’ll be in my room.”

The violin wouldn’t stop singing for hours that night.

It all went to hell on a random Wednesday.

John had taken to start arranging Q&A questions on Wednesday, that is if they weren’t on a case. In the beginning it had been both easier and trickier because not as many questions had come up. Now however he had both the luxury and task to go through all the questions and cherry pick the ones he liked most or thought most appropriate for a mailbag episode. His friend had retreated earlier to do some more pilates. It was getting to a point where the loss of weight was undeniable, even if John tried to will the thoughts away.

Nevertheless the increasingly clogged shower drain, where more dark hair than ever dominated the blockage, as well as the lack of colour in his skin and eyes, had John worry.

Probably should tell him to take it slower with pilates, do some light stretches instead.

John had just prepared a lovely list of questions, even some backup ones in case Sherlock did not feel like answering any of them. It wasn’t really a common issue, but he wanted to be prepared. At this point they had been living together for well over a year, and quite frankly Sherlock was his best mate.

Aside from Archie.

Obviously.

“Oh Sherloooock.” He said in a singsang voice, trying to give an indicator to his friend that he was up to some shenanigans.

The detective did not answer, so John went onwards to knock on his door.

“Sherlock mate? Still working out?” Again no answer.

The joy at the thought of catching the insomniac asleep had John override the respect for his mate’s privacy. He would never know. How would he know?

Indeed when John pried open the door, he caught Sherlock on the floor. It seemed a rather odd position to be asleep in, nevermind the fact that it was on the floor.

After a second it started to sink in.

“Sherlock?”

No reaction.

John entered the room and went straight to check Sherlock’s vitals.

The pulse was weak, which had John’s skyrocket. He tried to wake Sherlock, but not a chance. “Fuck shit fuck. MARIANA!” He yelled as he fumbled for his phone, dialling 999.

The terror in his heart must have conveyed to his voice, as he could hear her running upstairs quicker than he had ever noticed. “John whats going on what- what is Sherlock doing?” Her voice trailed off as she took a moment to process the picture in front of her.

“He, he-“ “999 what is your emergency?” The operator asked through the phone, interrupting John’s non-existent explanation.

“My name is Doctor John Watson and my friend he- he is unconscious, I took his pulse, and he is displaying signs of arrythmia. I’m a medical doctor, but I can’t wake him up, he’s not reacting to external stimulation!” “We’ll send an ambulance right away to?” “221B Baker Street. First floor, set of stairs.” “Alright thank you Doctor Watson. Can you please check his pupillary reflexes for me and try to get a reading on his blood pressure.”

At some point between assessing Sherlock’s eyes under their lids and the ride to the hospital John must have turned on autopilot. He did all the things the operator asked off him, while Marianna, seemingly in a similar state of shock, went downstairs to guide the ambulance people once they arrived. For a moment, the silence in 221 Baker Street could have swallowed London whole.

“Doctor Watson? Miss Ametxazurra?” John jumped from the steely hospital seat. He kind of felt dizzy, whether from worry or getting up too quickly, he didn’t dare to care.

“Mr. Holmes is stable, but severely malnourished. We have initiated measures to keep him stabilised. Please follow Arthur over here he will bring you to your friend’s room.”

John gulped and looked for the nurse she had pointed out. “John what does this mean?” Marianna asked with an uncharacteristic quiver in her voice.

“I…eh I need to check his file to…to know for sure.” For a second the duo followed the nurse silently, only the orchestra of a A&E providing them with a soundtrack.

“John…severely malnourished …does that…” John tried to bite back any and all emotions bubbling up. “I know Mari…I-fuck” He swore under his breath, just as Marianna took his hand. John wasn’t sure if it was for his comfort or hers, but he didn’t really care.

He just took it and held on for dear life.

The room was too small and too big at once for the man lying in it. John couldn’t pinpoint if it was the gown, the bed, or just Sherlock that made the detective appear so fragile.

Marianna seemed to have a similar train of thought, her hand gripping John’s tighter as she drew in a harsh breath. John closed his eyes. He had not seen Sherlock without sweaters in weeks, but even then, he should have noticed how thin these clever, violinist fingers had gotten. How his wrists looked as if one high five would break them. He should have noticed that hairs had been growing all over Sherlock’s arm in a desperate attempt to keep the detective warm.

He let go of Marianna’s hand, rubbing his eyes. Now was not the time. He grabbed Sherlock’s file, could feel Marianna right beside him, but when he skimmed it, one document stood out.

The one he had really really really not wanted to see.

The MARSIPAN checklist.

“John what…what does this mean?” He swallowed the tears that were threatening to fall.

“It’s…it is the protocol for uh patients with anorexia.” Once the word had left his mouth, he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, no matter how hard he tried.

A glance at Marianna confirmed that her shocked gasp was accompanied with brimming tears.

“So…so all this because…?”

John cursed.

“I should have…fuck I should have noticed. Experiment…he said…” The anger bubbling in his chest wasn’t helping. He knew it was a secondary fucking emotion and that he really was just heartbroken and sad and shocked for his best friend. But for a short moment anger felt better or less harmful to his own sanity.

“I am such a fucking idiot I-“ Marianna took his free hand again. “Hey no, no, no. You and I both know that if Sherlock has something on his mind he won’t be stopped. Even if we had noticed…he…he would have convinced us otherwise.”

John took deep breaths, but he couldn’t find any words. Too many thoughts and none at the same time were streaming through his mind.

“I- they will need to have the rest of this eh...checked. I’ll-“ He gestured towards the MARSIPAN checklist that had fallen on the floor in their shock. Marianna smiled a sad little smile, but the tears drying on her cheeks and brimming in her eyes betrayed her brave façade.

“I’ll uhm grab some coffee.” She said softly, clearing her throat.

John didn’t know how she did it, maybe she was psychic, but she knew he needed a moment alone right now. And if John knew her at all, so did she.

Looking at the cold hard facts of on the checklist that had been ticked by the medical staff had John wanting to rip his hair out. So he just sat there, ticking the boxes he knew, leaving out the ones that Sherlock would have to answer. He just kept looking at the questions. Why had he not done anything?

“It’s not your fault.” A soft voice spoke over the constant beep of the ECG. John almost fell from the chair upon the unexpected disruption of his self-loathing.

He almost didn’t dare to look into Sherlock’s direction. The image of fragile, passed out Sherlock with a feeding tube up his nose and IV nutrients entering through a port on the back on his hand, will forever be burned into the inside of his brain.

Seeing him again like that…and yet, his eyes were open. Once they had found John’s they averted quickly.

“I am a doctor. And your best friend. I should have…something.” Sherlock hummed; his eyes closed. “Profound analysis doctor.”

Silence. John didn’t know what to say, if he should ask something or…just talk.

“We don’t even have a scale.” He blurted out, because really that had been on his mind. How had Sherlock controlled it, monitored it, without a scale. The detective huffed.

“It’s not about weight Watson.” The softspoken vulnerability in his voice had John deflate even more.

He finally managed to move from the chair, as if the magnetic pull from his butt to the seat had finally passed.

When he tried to reach for Sherlock’s hand, the other wanted to pull away, but John was quicker, gently encasing the hand not hooked up to an IV.

“What is it about then.” Silence. John could feel how slowly, so very slowly the detective’s hand warmed up in his grasp.

Sherlock looked out of the window. “I am not sure…how it started. By now I fear…that it has something to do with control. Numbers. Knowing that I am in control of my body. That the numbers bow to me.” John closed his eyes. If he remembered correctly, it was quite a common theme in those with anorexia.

“I am not some 16-year-old kid who wanted to be skinny. I just-“ “Wanted to be in control. I get it mate.” Sherlock tentatively met his gaze for a second, as if to gauge the sincerity of that statement. “You want to have control at least over…over something if not your brain. If you can’t make anything else work…at least that much, right?”

Sherlock nodded, his eyes averted, focused on a singular thread in the sheets.

“Hate to break it to you, a lot of those 16-year-olds have similar reasons, even if it doesn’t seem that way.” John tried to smile, and it did elicit an amused huff from Sherlock.

“I am scared John.” Sherlock spoke after a while. And he did sound it. That mad man who had held guns to his head, chased criminals, scaled buildings, and ordered illegal drugs off the internet sounded genuinely scared. John did not say anything, just applying gentle pressure to his hands to let Sherlock know he was listening. “When…when I passed out. I thought…I never thought I’d die like this. As a byproduct of myself. I could have sworn I felt my heart slow down and stop, which it didn’t I know that factually, but the feeling…I cannot let go of it.” Sherlock mused with terror in his eyes. John understood, gently applied some pressure to Sherlock’s hand to let him know that he did. Not literally, but as a friend, as someone who has his own struggles with mental health or just plain health.

“How long…how long have you not uh…” John tried to ask a question he was scared to hear the answer to. How unobservant had he been, how gullible. But he needed to know. For his own sanity and for the checklist.

“Over the past 8 days I had one apple and 100g of porridge on water basis. No sweetener.”

John closed his eyes trying to process. “A week. You haven’t…” “I wanted to see how long I can go. How long 150 kcal would last.” In this moment Marianna entered the room again, where John was now holding onto Sherlock’s hand for dear life.

“Oh my god Sherlock.” She exclaimed, rushing to put down the coffees on the side table. “Sherlock is alright Mrs Hudson.” The detective tried to joke, but both John and Marianna were not in the business of being deflected. John, still trying to process the information, now turned to the checklist and ticked: acute food refusal.

“That is not correct Watson.” Sherlock chimed in, his eyes focused in on the checklist, but John wasn’t having any of it. “Oh yeah, so you would eat? Right now? Anything?” Silence hung over the room.

“That’s what I thought.” He murmured as he went to ring for the nurse.

Sherlock seemed to understand how serious John was about this, because his entire expression sobered. “Please don’t…don’t make me stay.” The genuine fear in Sherlock’s voice had John feel his heart break clean into two.

John was torn, a sentiment returned by Marianna as they exchange glances.

The nurse came, and John handed him the checklist. “What about treatment?” The nurse asked upon skimming the answers John had added. It was the only one he did not know how to fill in.

“Is there…I don’t know an outpatient program? Since I am a doctor and I live with him is eh is there something we can do?” He asked the nurse, who now checked some other vitals and values in the file. “Hm…I’d have to check in with Dr. Doyle, she is the one to make the call. In theory we can, but only once he is stabilised. You would have to take care of his feeding tube too.” Sherlock visibly deflated a bit more with every word the nurse said.

“I think I can handle that much. What about therapy?” “I don’t need therapy.” A sharp and determined glare from John had Sherlock turn silent. “Yes you do.” John said with a new found determination in his voice.

If he had not been there to prevent any of this to escalate, he sure as hell would amend the damage that had been done.

“Again, I’ll check with Dr. Doyle. We will need to keep him for a day or two, just to make sure his heart is strong enough.” Marianna took a deep breath, closing her eyes. And John was tempted to do the same.

Once the nurse had left, silence (now a close acquaintance) was lingering.

“If I…-“ Sherlock finally broke the silence. For the past couple minutes it had appeared as if he had been mentally away. John couldn’t blame him, he desperately had wished to leave as well. Mentally at least.

“You don’t have to do this John. Marianna.” Hearing Sherlock use John’s name had him jolt. “We know that Sherlock.” Marianna said softly. A quick exchange of glances told John that she was as touched as he was for Sherlock to just use their names. Those few occasions were as precious as they were rare.

“But we want to.” John finished her sentence and Marianna nodded.

John was still holding Sherlock’s hand, as if he was scared to let go. Sherlock hummed.

“It will take a while…I might never…never be comfortable with food the way I used to.” Sherlock mumbled.

“Sherlock we’d stick around even if all you ever consumed from here on out was marshmallows and tea.”

Despite the tension and sadness in the room, none of them could hold the giggle bubbling up.

It was going to be a long road.

But John was sure that if anyone could get through this, it would be their little Baker Street family.

#sherlock and co #shco #Sherlock Holmes #John Watson #mariana ametxazurra #eating disoder trigger warning #angst with a happy ending #sherlock fandom

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audhdprincess · 4 months ago

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🩷 first intro post (i guess?) 🩷 (UPDATED)

HELLO EVERYONE! I'm Dynasti Noble and I am 22 years old. I am bi since June 2020 and I have been diagnosed with depression, PTSD, anxiety, autism, ADHD, MMR (mild mental ret*rdation) and Rett syndrome!

My besties/mutuals are @sugar-miss1, @deaft-punk and @eminsunnytoons

Fandoms I'm in: Amphibia, The Owl House, OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes, Ghosts (US), Mean Girls, Clueless, Pretty in Pink, Ghostbusters, Spongebob Squarepants, Mighty Magiswords, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, Primos, Wicked (2024), Lisa Frankenstein, Inside Out 2, The Mighty B! (since 2019) and South Park

What I listen to: Mckenna Grace, Chappell Roan, Megan thee Stallion, Olivia Rodrigo, The Orion Experience, Britney Spears, Harry Styles, Cardi B, Nicki Minaj, NewJeans and Reneé Rapp

#my first intro post #i guess

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mayonaizs · 1 month ago

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ok so first i was gonna do this as a reply BUT IT GOT TOO LONG then i was gonna do it as an ask BUT IT GOT TOO LONG so now its here:

@rwbyofmyheart

wellb… for one.. I NEEDED DEUCE AND EPEL TO BE TOGETHER. and…. for 2, each dorm does not have the proper chemistry to sing together the vibes are all off, mannn…. and, lastly, for 3, new shipping opportunities teehehehhehehehehe (AZUVIL, CATERROOK, JAMILxIDIA WHEN I GET YOU I SWEAR)

uh some stuff about the world:

everyone is human (which is why i debeast'd the beastmen and de fae'd the faes)

everyones 2 years older cuz i wanted them to be adults (malleus is 24 and lilia is 42(legally adopted silver ? yeah probably))

the dorms are instead what high school they attended !! so the dorm relationships are still there (idia was homeschooled)

there were child prodigies during the previous idol generation which consisted of: Malleus, Vil, and Neige !! (but due to an unfortunate incident which involved death and injury wink wink the program had to be discontinued)

previous generation of idols was ace's brother n leona's brother

previous previous generation was vils dad and malleus's mum. maybe also neige's mum.

the great 7 was instead either a revolutionary idol group or 7 seperate idols who revolutionised the industry (haven't decided yet)

rollo hates idols because tragic backstory blah blah and hes only in it to break it from the inside out

the staff are now some kind of producers or managers idk man

The idol units sorted in order of popularity:

Kiss Rule

Eternal

CLOV3R

Undertone

Interdimension

Claw

Sugar Soul

top 12 idols in order of popularity:

Neige LeBlanche (rip vil)

Vil Schoenheit

Malleus Draconia

Rollo Flamme

Idia Shroud

Jade Leech

Riddle Rosehearts

Che’nya

Leona Kingscholar

Azul Ashengrotto

Cater Diamond

Silver

This gang has optional clubs they can join to kill time (theres only 6 clubs rn idk i might add more):

Dance - Vil, Epel(forced), Floyd, Kalim, Jamil Cooking - Trey, Silver, Jamil, Ruggie(freefoodamirite) Fitness - Deuce, Jack, Sebek Game - Ace, Idia, Ortho, Che'nya, Lilia Photography - Vil, Rook, Cater Gardening - Riddle, Ruggie(freefoodamirite), Jade, Neige Malleus, Leona, Azul, and Rollo are not in any clubs (why is it most of eternal) (azul needs to work on his stocks)

^ the other ortho is grey because he only roommates with them after certain --events-- (dramatic music ensues)

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ANYWAYS about the groups: how i grouped them and their music n stuff:!!! (i dont know genres so you just have to listen to the songs ig ?? yay

Kiss Rule - the guys who have strict rules or morals, vil is very yknow yayyaya, riddle is rulefollowing, azul exploits the law legally, jack has good morals n stuff yes.

the kinda music they'd make (based more on vibes than lyrics):

The Queen of White Lies - The Orion Experience

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off

Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics

Usseewa - Ado

Room No.4 - Chogakusei

Eternal - they were literally the leftovers lol. but it works out!! cuz they are all dark and brooding (?) (Reminder: its Leona, Malleus, Sebek, Rollo)

music is metal kinda stuff:

Living Ghost is Alive - Utsu-P

Oh, Death - SUGR?

People I Don’t Like - UPSAHL

KiLLiNG ME - SiM

What’s up, people?! - MAXIMUM THE HORMONE

HAWATARI NIOKU CENTI [2-hundred-million-centimeter-long blades] - MAXIMUM THE HORMONE

The Rumbling - SiM

DEAD WORLD - Holostars

CLOV3R: i just got the most normal (?) people i could find. Kinda. not rlly normal but like mellow and calm and good. Hence 3 leaf clover, their whole thing was that they were common and goal is to show people that they could be idols too!! yayyy(at least thats what Neige's goal is). Trey was obvs, Neige cuz hes like being relatable and everyday like in the sdc, Silver cuz he was close enonugh haha

music is more soft n pretty:

I Am Falling For You - Loving Caliber

Passing Through - Kaden MacKay

loli selling ice cream - Heiakim

It’s Always Sunny With You - {Parentheses}

I Just Think That You’re Cute - Scarlet Drive

Struck by Lightning - Sara Kays, Cavetown

Lemon Boy - Cavetown

drop pop candy - Reol, Giga

Light Switch - Charlie Puth

Everything Stays - VGR, Jenny

Undertone: They're the guys who hide a layer of gremlinness and evilness hehehhehehehe. Jamil presents himself as good and proper, but inside he is full of rage and hatred. Idia is rlly shy n stuff but when he opens up he goes full nerd out toothy grin n all like wheeheehee. Jade seems all polite and stuff but he usually has some ulterior motives and also has a sharp toothy grin heeehee.

music is like rap or something:

a Look in - Kwite

Innocently Annoying - Elysewood

clown - updog

Sick on Seventh Street - Sarah and the Safe Word

Interdimension is for the gang with some sortof appreciation for the world!! Kalim loves everything, Lilia loves to travel, Cater takes lots of pictures of stuff(haha its his way of coping i love cater depression theory) Rook loves beauty and beauty is in everything. Twas complete coincidence that all pop music club members ended up in the same group. I guess twas meant to be...

music POP ROCK LIKE YOYOYOYO:

Bad Word - Panicland < this is the exact kinda music i think theyd make

Dynamite - BTS

Monsters - All Time Low

Sweet Tooth - Scott Helman

Let It Ring - Reiley

Favorite Poison - Fuller

Butter - BTS

Taking Over the World - Coyote Theory

I Don’t Care Who, Somebody Go Out With Me! - takkyuusyounen

Claw (name is subject to change): these are just the outward gremlins. Ace the little bugger, Ruggie the little bugger shyehehhehe, Floyd the funky man, Ortho. Che'nya the silly guy!!

music is like electropop i think??? is that the genre??? but like its sposed to be BAM BAM yknow:

Your Head’s on Fire - Louie Zong

Hermit Gang Remix - Elybeatmaker

Spider Girl - Shadrow

Wonderland - Caravan Palace

Cabinet Man - Lemon Demon

Mic Drop - BTS

Demondice Wa... - DEMONDICE

CHEESE - Stray Kids

All In - Stray Kids

Sugar Soul: Both Deuce and Epel are outwardly polite and gentle, but they are both deep down silly guys who love punk stuff.

music is like punk rock or something idk the name:

Only Angel - Harry Styles <especially cuz like the first bit has like an angelic facade which is then broken away to reveal ZHFUOEHFIUHES

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Readymade - Ado

BOOST ANIMA - KANKAN, Karikibear

Queen - Stephen Jerzak

Punk Rock

muahhaha thats it for now gang see ya next time

#mayo talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland idol au #twst idol au #twst is like my favourite thing every omg hyyyayhefyahfkuea

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snailstrailz · 3 months ago

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Alright, KC edit. Not my best work but something to bang out and satisfy the masses! 🍫🍬🍭

Song: "Sugar" by the Orion Experience

#edit #fancam #king candy #wreck it ralph

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gomzdrawfr · 2 hours ago

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Cash and Strawberries

♡︎ sugar daddy!Price x sugar baby!Raven, ftr [oc] Orion and Gaz ♡︎ they're both new to this, so unconventional sugar daddy/baby dynamic I guess? slow burn, mutual pining, eventual smut...no promises ♡︎ brief mentioned of injuries part 1 (you're here :3) ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3(?)

Price didn’t think he’d ever end up where he is right now, reclining against his couch, scrolling through a bloody sugar dating site like some desperate sod. He wasn’t lonely, Well, maybe a little. It was a different kind of loneliness.

He had his friends, his job, his entire life structured around a routine and responsibilities. He was used to this lifestyle, but the emptiness gnawed at the back of his head sometimes, like he was missing something.

A wife, but that would be a stretch, consider his work and the life he led. Not to mention, he’d had enough of messy entanglements that turned his already complicated life into a disaster. He didn’t want commitment. He wanted company, a little softness. Someone on his side when he wanted, no strings, no attachment, no expectations.

Something easy.

He never considered himself the sugar daddy type, but Kyle had a way of convincing another, planting ideas in his head.

“You’re lonely, mate, and there’s nothin’ wrong w’ that,” Kyle mentioned, beer in hand and amusement in his eyes. “Try it out, worse comes to worst, you can just drop ‘em.”

Price had been sceptical but decided to give it a shot.

His first experience was horrible. The girl he requested on a whim had been pushy, greedy and treating him like nothing but a blank cheque with legs. He never imagined he could develop such disgust towards perfume until that night, when the sickly, nauseating sweetness clung to his shirt so stubbornly he had to throw it out. So much for his favourite T-shirt.

Never again.

Well, until he met up with Kyle again, this time the lad had brought along someone. Sweet, charming, soft-spoken in a way that was natural.

“How the hell did you find her?”

Kyle, the smug bastard he was, grinned. “It’s all about filters, mate. You gotta be picky, can’t just click anything you first saw. Read the reviews, ratings, check the preferences and so on.”

Reviews? Ratings? Preferences?

Begrudgingly, Price asked for more help. He learned the ins and outs of the site, what each symbol meant, studied the grading system, set up a proper profile, refined his preferences. He sure as hell wasn’t about to get suckered again.

The screen refreshed.

“Don’t go for the new ones, though,” Kyle advised, rambling off. “They don’t have ratings yet, so—"

Price stopped listening after he saw her.

Raven.

No ratings. A new member. Joined roughly three weeks ago. Simple profile with three sets of photos. Black hair, possibly mixed Asian, multilingual. Preferences that nearly mirrored his: discretion, quiet, no unnecessary chatter, looking for a mutual agreement of presence rather than performance. Sexual preference wasn’t checked—a shame, but he could work with that.

So he chose her, much to Kyle’s side eye and obvious disapproval.

Raven never thought she’d find herself here. Hell, she never would have considered it if she’d had any better options.

Becoming a sugar baby hadn’t exactly been on her list of options, but life had a way of making things difficult. She had lost her job a few months back—an injury to her wrist made her old work, and any similar jobs that required precision and repetition, nearly impossible. Other fields felt tedious, like a downgrade, and money was running tight. Choices were slim. This… sugar baby business… seemed easy.

In theory, that is.

Orion had first proposed the idea over a cup of tea, offhandedly mentioning that plenty of rich schmucks would pay good money just to have a pretty girl on their arm. Raven had been curious despite the feign disinterest, but with the strict boundaries she set on her profile, she knew she had put herself at a disadvantage among hundreds of other girls willing to offer more.

“You’re not going to get any man like this, rotisserie chicken.”

“Shut it. I don’t want weird old men, alright? I still have some dignity.”

“No one wants a sugar baby they can’t coddle, y’know.”

Hours were spent refining and adjusting her profile, much to Orion’s amusement. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better. If she could land just one decent client, she might be able to survive for roughly three months or more if she was lucky.

Three weeks passed with nothing. She had nearly given up, considering swallowing her pride and taking the job at the car shop instead, despite the ominous boss with the skull mask—

Ding! New match! JP.

Raven had never dropped everything in her hands so fast. Pressing herself into the corner of her bed, she flicked through his profile.

Military. Captain. A little older. Blue eyes. Serious in most of his photos, but he almost looked like a quokka in one of his smiling photo for some reason....cute?

She tried to ignore the weird flutter in her heart as she filled up some forms. His profile was just as minimal as hers. But their preferences aligned.

Surely, this wasn’t a scam.

She stared at the screen, lingering on the smiley face longer than necessary, then shared the news with a very stunned Orion.

“Holy shit, you lucky bird!”

Holy shit indeed.

Raven was every bit as composed in person as she was in her profile, arriving precisely on time, dressed in a simple but elegant dress. She greeted him politely, proper and quiet, but Price wasn’t fooled.

Beneath that poised exterior, he could tell she was nervous, likely inexperienced. The signs were subtle, her gaze lingered on him for half a second longer than necessary, the few times she adjusted her dress, the slight pause and hesitation when she first looped her arm around his as they moved, the stiffness in her walk.

It was…endearing, sweet in her own way. Breath of fresh air. He didn’t pressure her, just offered a small, patient smile.

They didn’t talk much, just like they agreed. Content to walk down the block and have a meal. She noted he didn’t care about the formalities of fine dining, much to her relief, he ate with whatever utensils he deemed fit and had been nothing but a proper gentleman the entire time. It eased something in her, the tension loosening just a little.

But, sitting across him at dinner, she wondered if she had overestimated herself. While Price—his name, as she’d come to learn—has not expressed anything thus far, at least negatively, she couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of her.

She wasn’t prim and princessy. She wasn’t giggly, overly affectionate, or flirty. None of those qualities were things she wanted to pretend to be either. She was pragmatic, quiet, logical, a nervous wreck. But she wanted to try. Compelled to do at least something to make his money worth.

So she scooped a bite of food and hesitantly, gestured for him to lean forward.

Price blinked at her, caught off guard. That made her cringed internally, almost pulling away with regret.

Too much, too soon?

But then, he leaned in and took the bite from her spoon. A flicker of approval showed in his expression, whether it was towards the food or her, she chose not to think too much of it.

He didn’t know why that moment nearly made him short-circuit, but it did. Something about the gesture, so small and yet so intimate, made his stomach twist in an unfamiliar way. Maybe it was the way her shoulders relaxed, or the way her eyes light up slightly when he smiled back, or the way she was eager to feed him again.

Strawberries never tasted sweeter while fed by a pretty girl.

He thought he was done with surprises, walking her back to her place, or rather, the place she said she was staying. One look and he knew it was a lie.

Smart girl. He didn’t press.

Outside the door, he handed her the envelope, watched as she opened it and counted, making sure the amount was right in front of him before giving a small nod of satisfaction, albeit awkward.

Likely not used to this much cash in your hands, birdie?

Then, just as he was about to say goodnight, she tiptoed closer and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, whispered a quiet, “Goodnight, Price.”

His cheek burned where she’d kissed him, rendering him speechless when she disappeared inside hurriedly, his heart doing an embarrassing little flip.

He stood there for a good ten seconds before he exhaled, shaking his head to himself as he turned to leave.

Yeah.

He was definitely requesting her again.

#Orion is my friend's oc #rotisserie chicken is Raven's nickname from Orion LMAO #can you tell i enjoy making mood boards as banners #teehee #idk if i can write part 3 but we will see #it doesn't feel like a “sugar” dynamic so idk if i should call it that LOL #also i have no idea how sugar dating site works i am basing this based on my senior's stories wild twt stories and manga LMAO #sugar au #my oc #cod oc #[oc]Raven #PriceRaven #captain john price #captain john price x oc #john price x oc #captain price x oc #Gaz mentioned #Orion mentioned #illusion to Ghost :p

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ratsoh-writes · 4 months ago

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Skeleton is activating their ecto for whatever reason, but suddenly, their hands have hotdog fingers like the movie everything everywhere all at once (see image below)

Who is screaming/crying/throwing up/fainting/turning it on and off again/committing science (laboratory)/ committing science (😏)/ committing science (mischief)/ getting attacked by the hotdog seagull?

They stare unblinkingly at the hot dog hands. No thoughts, no comprehension, are they even seeing this?: oak basil salt pesto snipe peaches moose fisher quill barin compass thistle tempo

They screech and start waving their hands around other peoples faces like that’ll help: papyrus sugar sparks gold rhythm Jasper finn papaya Ollivander arwin Artemis gears yarrow vibrato

They’re screaming, cussing, might have even shed a quick tear. This sucks and they hate the world: red edge mal willow rust noir pepper Flambe boss lord Pearl Hilda Jupiter pudding cricket

They curse loudly and try to pick something up immediately. First reaction is of course to experiment: sans star lilac lush butch rancher cider captain Helios atlas orion shield lens

They stare at the hot dog fingers, eerily calm. Too calm. They might be plotting a murder: sir butler green slim wine coffee mutt harpy mango taffy

They’re absolutely fascinated, utterly transfixed. These hot dog fingers captivate them. They must try to grab things immediately: charm pop G bruiser ace pitch maple silex roost Alden Pluto stitches

They’re convinced they’ve been drugged. Pure denial at what’s going on right now: honey cash weasel barley ram sails hook crow saga zen tinker

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #good gosh tumblr won’t let me tag all the AUs. I have too many lol

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redladydeath · 16 days ago

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Here’s that Sad Casino Girl Ondine playlist I said I’d make a few months back (I’m sorry it took so long. The playlist got bigger and more complicated to the point where it intimidated me and I had to stop looking at it. Decided to just finish it already since you were asking for prompts for this AU, as such the songs won’t be in any particular order like my other playlists.):

-:-:-:-

Start / Terrible Situation:

Let You Break My Heart Again by Laufey

Nobody by Mitiski

Washing Machine Heart by Mitiski

Appetite of a People Pleaser by Ghost

Misery Meat by Sodikken

Cupid by Jack Stauber

Casual by Chappell Roam

Neptune by SJ Tucker

Escapism by Rebecca Sugar

Heart of Stone from Six

Anti Hero by Taylor Swift

Ghosting by Mother Mother

Michelle by Sir Chloe

Animal Cannibal by Buckshot Princess

Girl with a Lion's Tail by SJ Tucker

Bathtub Mermaid by Mili

-/-/-

Husk’s pov:

Greedy by OR3O

Friends on the Other Side from Princess and the Frog

Rule 34 by Fish in a Birdcage

Threnody (Part Six: Eton) by Missmi

People Eater by Sodikken

Die House from Cuphead

-:-:-:-

Songs Sarah Sings at the Casino/The Role she’s forced to play:

Primadona Girl by Marina and The Diamonds

Material Girl by Madonna

Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend from Gentlemen Prefers Blondes

Diamonds by Rihanna

Pink Pony Girl Chappell Roan

Poison from Hazbin Hotel

Bring on the Men from Jekyll & Hyde

New Money from The Great Gatsby - A New Musical

Shampain by Marina and The Diamonds

-/-/-

Meets someone but is afraid to reach out:

Strawberry Blonde by Mitiski

Can’t Help Falling in Love cover by Kina Grannis

Little Miss Perfect by Write Out Loud

Don’t Get My Hopes Up by SJ Tucker

Oh No! by Mindy Gledhill

My Little Island by Lyn Lapid

Goddess by Laufey

Lovesick by Laufey

I’d Rather Be Me With You cover by Caleb Hyles

-/-/-

Finding someone (or someone’s) who love her unconditionally:

Me and My Husband by Mitiski

A Burning Hill by Mitiski

Ordinary by Joriah Kwame

If I Could Ride a Bike by Park Bird & Chevy

I Do Adore by Mindy Gledhill

I Want You by Mitiski

First Spring by Mitiski

Sweet Friend by The Orion Experience

To My Valentine by SJ Tucker

Love Lies by SJ Tucker

Dream a Little Dream by The Mamas & The Papas

Mine All Mine by Mitiski

-/-/-

Oh gosh, thank you!!! I'm so flattered you decided to make this. I'll listen to it when I have a spare three hours.

#redlady speaks #oc posting

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inexplicablymine · 1 year ago

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@welcometololaland you have DONE IT AGAIN. bows down.

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

I am humbly here to present my ABSOLUTELY insane WIP list for the Firstprince fandom and tell you a little more about them!

(Also to those who asked about WIP’s in my inbox those answers are coming ~ if anyone has any more questions or wants more ask box is open! I’ll be answering all of those tomorrow instead of (or with) Seven Sentence Sunday!)

Thank you to @welcometololaland for ANOTHER amazing weekend game truly a blast. To @kiwiana-writes @daisymae-12 @orchidscript @happiness-of-the-pursuit @gay-flyboys @rockyroadkylers and @anincompletelist for the tags I LOVED reading all of your words and answers.

If you have prepared yourself, then forge on ;)

1. WIP List

- The Firstprince Files

- The Ties That Bond Us

- Super Six and the Siren’s Call

- Looking for Orion

- Balls to the Wall

- Fifteen Hours Till Forever

- Watermelon Sugar

- Mr. Party Hardy (Mr. Bodypillow AU)

- Mr. Move It Move It (Mr Bodypillow AU)

- Mr. Massage (Mr. Bodypillow AU)

- S.M.U.T.

- No Laughing Matter

- Sweater Weather

- Ground(s) Up

- Delilah

- Minty Fresh

- Beast I’m an Animal

- Mind Over Matter

- [Switchback]

- [World Cup AU]

- [Orchestra AU]

- [Yoga AU]

- [Rugby Video AU]

- [Star Trek AU]

- [Oxford Slut Era AU]

- [Model/mistaken identity AU]

- [Pomodoro Method AU]

And probably more but that’s enough for now lmao

2. Which of your WIP’s is currently the longest?

Definitely Super Six and the Sirens Call. Currently at 48K but over the next two months I think a few of my other multichaps will also match it for length.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest

The Firstprince Files. The outline for it is 37 chapters long and the first two chapters that are written are clocking in at about 13K right now.

4. Which WIP is your favorite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Going to go for broke here ~ my co-writes (Super Six and the Sirens Call w/ @read-and-write- and @happiness-of-the-pursuit, [Switchback] w/ @celaestis1, Watermelon Sugar w/ @heybuddy-drabbles, and S.M.U.T. with @affectionatelyrs) have been a BLAST. The words flow, I'm obsessed with the stories, getting to read others words and then add your own and make good soup will always be fun.

Outside of my cowrites? … hmmmm honestly I am obsessed with mystery and plotting out The Firstprince Files was truly a delight, but I enjoy writing all of my fics otherwise I wouldn’t write them.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

The Ties That Bond Us. It’s a Bond/Q actor AU and there are already SO MANY great ones (and ones being written), and there is an extensive amount of epistolary writing that comes from different authors of articles and media works that need to have a distinct voice in order for the work to really work. I don’t know if I even have a distinct writing voice let alone if I can wear the masks of a bunch of other voices in a convincing way.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

Whichever one is currently being written/focused on/about to be posted? It’s not a one size fits all answer, but at the moment I’m writing this it’s my Halloween Huh fic. It’s done and posted- ready to be revealed. I made myself go read it out loud one last time to hear it back (newsflash I hate doing this but I still do it because it helps) and that just made me doubt everything hahaha.

7. Which of your WIP’s will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

All of them. I always have a beta, I am incapable of posting a non beta’d work I have too much anxiety about it. The Firstprince Files deals with some much heavier themes so I will likely want a sensitivity reader there for those, and Super Six and the Sirens Call has quite a bit of Spanish in it that we have beta’s checking on.

8. Have any of your WIP’s been struck by the curse of writers block?

Yes this is why I have so many … (joking). Yes and no. I will just power through to write a bad section to have words on the page and then come back to fix them later which helps. I have a focused few WIP's that I work on at a time (small rotation inside the big rotation). The rest of these have an outline and a doc and at least a little bit written, but will not receive heavy work on them until I go through what’s first on my internal fic calendar.

What is in the current small rotation? SSASC, Looking for Orion, Watermelon Sugar, [Switchback}, Minty Fresh, my Mr. BodyPillow follow ups, and The Ties That Bond Us is my Nano project this November.

9. Which WIP has your favorite OC? Tell us about them?

At this moment Watermelon Sugar which is a co-write threesome for Threesgiving with @heybuddy-drabbles. Our third member of the threesome is AMAZING and we love them so much and we are very very excited for them to come into everyone else’s world as well.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

This is a toss up between [Switchback], [World Cup AU], Watermelon Sugar, and [Pomodoro Method]. We will see when they are finished what I think really takes the cake there.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

I mean chapter two of Looking for Orion, but The Firstprince Files has quite a bit of angst. I don’t really write a lot of heavy angst or I haven’t yet we will see if the reception to LFO changes the tide there.

12. Which WIP has the best characterization (in your humble opinion)?

Looking for Orion at the moment, but I’m really hoping that Mind Over Matter takes that one when I have more written on it.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Oh my, Super Six and the Sirens Call has quest locations that change in a rotation. Truly I can't tell you more but it is SO FUN truly so fun. The Ties That Bond Us also just is jet-setting movie stars in Bond movie locations, stunt training, doing interviews in wild places, and campaigns in larger than life locations. So that is ridiculously fun to write and I hope it is just as fun to read.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Super Six and the Sirens Call. This work has a promo schedule there is art being made, there are docs linked within docs. When I say this became a big brained thing it’s a big brained thing.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

I try not to ever have expectations, it’s better that way I find ~ but based on reaction and excitement (my irl bookclub today made me promise to send them a link) I would say Super Six and the Sirens Call. Outside of that I just hope that if one person likes it then it is doing it’s job which is to create joy. (but internally we all have those fics that we hope do a little better than others for one reason or another. My Mr. Bodypillow follow ups I hope people enjoy, my two longer Multichapter works I am deeply attached to, and Looking for Orion I am currently a bit obessed with and I hope others get obsessed with it too.)

16. Do you dream about any of your WIP’s?

NO I DONT DREAM BUT @happiness-of-the-pursuit LITERALLY DREAMED ABOUT ONE OF MINE THIS WEEK SO I'M COUNTING IT.

17. Do any of your WIP’s have any particular complexities that your other fics don’t?

[Orchestra AU] is meant to be read at pace with the classical pieces that are titled in the top of the chapter which is fun and funky but is going to make pacing HARD. Because people read at different times. + that posting schedule is supposed to mimic the NYC philharmonic concert series performance schedule.

The Firstprince Files has a lot of real world implications for the characters as it is a suspense mystery novel that requires so much research on realistically how things might work or play out.

The Ties That Bond Us is going to have SO Much coding in it for the media chapters and I am now thinking I’m going to do art for it which rip me I guess (hahaha).

[Switchback] has a lot of POV changes which requires a delicate hand to know when to stop and start a perspective

Mind over Matter and No Laughing Matter are meant to be laugh out loud funny and I’m going to need help with both of them for that … truly

A lot of the one shots I struggle with because I want to give the story enough depth while still not expanding them into multichapter works, which is something I struggle with.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humor?

Reiterating above, Mind over Matter and No Laughing Matter for sure.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Super Six and the Siren’s Call DOES and it’s SO FUN. Truly it has been a BLAST To get into the heads of these other characters, and flesh out how they see the main ship as well.

The Ties That Bond Us, every other chapter is an outside POV from the media perspective which as I mentioned earlier creates a lot of work for voice and structure.

20. Tell us one thing we don’t know about one or more of your WIPs.

Hmmm some super fast fun ones

- 14 of the WIP’s on this list are MultiChap works

- 4 of them are co-authored works

- The Firstprince Files has been outlined since February of this year and The Ties That Bond Us has been outlined since March. (They are my oldest outlined works but they are also long works).

- 6 of these works are my FirstPrinceWeek works that I will still publish. I got sick and had an “AO3 author note” standard few weeks which put me behind. I do have one FPW fic published so far.

- Balls to the Wall started after a conversation about how criminal it is that Starbucks doesn’t sell the "Off menu but actually on menu now because it is in the app" Medicine Ball Tea in take home form so you can make it yourself when you are sick.

- All of these are for Firstprince but I now have an IRL who told me TODAY that she wants me to write Tarlos so I better get started on finishing all of these.

- [Rugby Video AU] and Ground(s) Up are both based on TikTok’s that I saw and immediately went "ahhhh yes that’s firstprince."

- All of my Mr. BodyPillow follow up’s will have “Mr.” In the name, and the title of the collection is Mr. Ace Alex, though there is a bit of a push for me to rename it the snerdle collection.

- My ask box is open if you want to ask about any of my WIP's :)

And now I will be tagging my entire moot list because I have too many WIP’s (jk but … prepare for the wall of tags) there is no pressure here but this has been a DELIGHT to read through everyone’s and I want to read about a million more!

@affectionatelyrs @historicallysam @rmd-writes @treluna4 @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @cha-melodius @arand0mdutchgirl @adreamareads @vonpeepsisback @clottedcreamfudge @cityofdownwardspirals @14carrotghoul @cricketnationrise @myheartalivewrites @xthelastknownsurvivorx @mudbloodpotter05 @everwitch-magiks @leaves-of-laurelin @celeritas2997 @athousandrooms @smc-27 @three-drink-amy @sprigsofviolets @heartitinthesilence @sherryvalli @weighty-ghosts @heybuddy-drabbles @read-and-write- @raysletters @thesleepyskipper @kill8a @babiemonk @suseagull04

#lola's wip tag game #tag game #fic tag game #WIP tag game #WIP's #inexplicablymine wip #inexplicablymine #ao3 #firstprince #fanfiction

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eyzoa · 2 years ago

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Could I get an obsessive Gamzee playlist please and thank you!

Sick Obsession — Landon Tewers

My Strange Addiction — Billie Eilish

I Feel Like A God — DeathByRomy

Sugar Pills — IDKHBTFM

Lone Digger — Caravan Place

Dangerous — Big Data, Joywave

Kiss The Go-Goat — Ghost

Sugar On My Tongue — Talking Heads

The Cult Of Dionysus — The Orion Experience

In My Mouth — Black Dresses

For The Love Of God — Mindless Self Indulgence

Mayday — Sohodolls

Molly — Mindless Self Indulgence

Starstruck — Sorry

Cop Car — Mitsuki

Bark Like A God — Sloppy Jane

Take A Slice — Glass Animals

Inferno Pt. 2 — The Buttress

700 Club — Nicole Dollanganger

They're Cheap (I'm Free) — Skating Polly

#yandere gamzee makara #yandere homestuck #playlist #yandere homestuck x reader #yandere gamzee x reader #cw yandere #cw drugs #cw obsession #cw religious themes #cw addiction

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daintywristsandheavyheart · 2 years ago

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Bartender!Robin Buckley x Recordstore Owner!F!reader DRABBLE

SUGAR, SUGAR, SUGAR

@a-adventurer

!not proofread!

genre: fluff/comfort/a little suggesting

warnings: slightly suggesting, kissing???, alcohol, reader is a bit obsessed with Robin

songs :

S.T.A.R child - The Orion Experience

Obsessed with you - The Orion Experience

cosmicandygirl - The Orion Experience

Sugar - The Orion Experience

Robin and you knew each other. Well...kind of, while you were at work your gaze would shift to the Bar across the street, the place where the young woman worked. You saw her everyday and talked to her every Friday night when getting drinks at her workplace. And with every conversation your liking for her grew.

But what you didn't know is that she noticed you aswell and that she might already got a liking for you.

You were running late for your shift again.

It was almost 9am and the Store opens ...or rather was supposed to open at 9:15 and you've barely reached the main street.

Your feet hitting the pedals of your bike so fast that you almost fall over. The music on your Walkman playing over the earphones you got last week.

Like an angel heaven sent

S.T.A.R child

You stop infront of the small record shop , fumbling with the keys in your hand , struggling to fish out the right one, eventually getting that and open up the door. You quickly set up for the day and rush behind the counter. On time: 9:14 am.

You lean back , your back seated at the wall.

And just like that, the hours went on. Occasionally customers would enter and either buy or rent records,vinyls and dvd's.

You turn on the radio, getting up to get the boxes with new records.

I've got your picture on my wall.

I dream about you when I sleep.

I go out of my way, everyday, just hoping that

I'll catch you walking down your street.

You face the window, catching a glimpse of a woman with dirt blonde hair opening up a door.

it's her.

I know your middle name.

I've got a lock of your hair.

I'm just a little bit insane,

cause I think I see you everywhere.

You hop along the aisles, sorting out records and refilling the now empty space with newcomers.

want to get next to you.

Yeah I love all the things you do.

I want to get close to you.

You are my dream come true.

I want to have sex with you.

Your sweet caress won't do.

Cause I'm obsessed with you.

Yeah I'm obsessed with you.

You look at the now clean and tidy space, proud of your work and look at the clock. Almost 7pm...Time to close up, you think to yourself, walking behind the counter to get your back and the keys.

Your smile sets my heart aflame.

Electrocute me with your eyes.

The very mention of your name,

My stomach fills with butterflies.

Your love is better than cocaine

I need you more than oxygen.

With a content sigh, you exit the store, shutting the door and lock up with your keys. Then turn the 'Open' sign around so It'd show 'closed'.

Hopping on your bike you drive home.

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Robin works behind the bar, listening to the music they were playing today.

She wouldn't pay too much attention to the customers, waiting, for one special girl who'd be here...every Friday night.

She must admit, she found a liking in her.

In the way her eyes sparkle whenever she talks to someone, the way she orders drinks from her and the way she saw her stop and stare.

Both knew of eachother. Robin was sure of it, she just didn't know if she could make a move yet. What if you weren't even into girls and you were just nice, she thinks it's obvious you go particularly into this , no, her bar in Hawkins, you work across the street for a reason. You must live nearby.

Robin would shake her head, trying to shake the thoughts off that are pestering her head.

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She's got her head in the clouds

Her high heeled boots float ten feet off of the ground

People stop and stare

She hides her eyes behind long ultraviolet hair

She's unbelievable, oh, what a spectacle

You'd enter the bar , your (h/c) hair would shimmer in the disco like light. Today's theme was a mix of blue, pink and purple.

You like that combination.

You take a seat on one of the barstools by the counter, taking a look at the drinks menu.

"What can I get you?"

The voice of a woman shook you out of your thoughts. When you tilt your head up, your (e/c) eyes meet the blue ones of her. Robin Buckley. Her name was written on the name tag that was loosely hanging on her work uniform.

She holds the eye contact for a second, noticing you didn't speak up.

"Did work give you the rest today?"

"Oh, no, it was alright actually" You chuckle embarrassed "I'll take the usual ,just an extra shot please"

"That can be arranged" she smiles and chuckles aswell , mixing you a drink and handing it to you, standing on the other side of the counter

You take a big sip , sighing "Thank you, good as always"

Robin grins "Tip as always?"

"Tip as always" you'd laugh, feeling the alcoholic beverage run down your throat.

Did you see her somewhere in Tokyo?

In a tea shop? In a disco?

Or did you dream of her? It's just so hard to know

Is she a ghost or just a shadow?

You sit in silence for a moment, both of you noticing the tension, that the usual smalltalk didn't work like it normally did.

Robin would clear her throat.

"Enjoying this so far?"

You nod "sure I do" ,paying close attention to the music playing again.

Robin replaying Steve's words to her in her head

Rob' what can go wrong if you just ask her out? come on, no one has the bad luck with woman like me, it'll be ok! I'm sure she'll say yes, I mean, who wouldn't go on a date with you.

Robin shakes her head as you drink another glass.

"Can I, ask you something Y/n?" She speaks up

Did you see her in San Francisco

In the mission on the metro?

Or did you dream of her? It's just so hard to know

Is she a ghost or just a shadow?

You look up at her, your eyes locking once again "What is it Buckley?"

She gulps "I've been wondering if you'd like to, well, want to go out with me sometime?"

You're glad that the flickering lights hide your redness.

Did Robin Buckley

Your Crush since middle school

just ask you out?

You look at her flabbergasted

"You, you want to go out, with me?" you ask her, hoping this isn't just a sweet dream that you'd wake up from in a few minutes.

"Yea Dingus, like I said, go out with me...please" She says "I've been noticing you come here often and I don't want to just see you on Friday nights when you get drunk and I'm just a waiter Y/n. I want to see you all the time, just our little conversations we share aren't enough,but they were enough to let me go crazy for you"

Now you're even more confused. She thought the same about you? She likes , no she is into you?

"I, I'd love to go out with you, Robin" you smile and move your hand up the counter to gently touch hers that's been laying there.

Sugar, sugar, you're no good for me.

I've got a sweet tooth,

It gets the best of me.

She'd grin "It's...a date then? I'll pick you up tomorrow after work and we do whatever?"

You nod and drink up your glass, leaning over the counter "It's a date" you'd say.

That's when she can't hold it anymore, she leans into you, one hand still intertwined with yours, the other cupping your cheek. Her lips touch yours.

They're soft, taste like strawberry and soda.

And you close your eyes, moving in sync with her.

Oh, you make me high!

I can't resist your deliciousness, you're sweetly divine.

Your free hand still holding the glass in your hand, she moves back and takes it from you. "That goes on me, doll." she smiles.

You don't say a word, just wink at her and turn around, walking out of the bar.

You're like candy, you go down so easily.

You're going to be the death of me.

The door shuts behind you as you enter the warm summer air, a light breeze hitting your skin. The sound of the music softly vanishes in the night.

Sugar, sugar, sugar...

When Robin gets home that night she immediately phones Steve.

"I told you she likes boobies"

THE END

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