#anyway i hope you're still lurking anon !!!

[skzstannie]

Hii it’s okay if you can’t but I was wondering if you could do a skz x 9th member reader where she was in a car crash as well as the others? But she was badly injured as well and had to be looked after by chan because she wasn’t in good condition? Totally okay if you can’t thanks❤️

"You're awake!"

SKZ-> ot8 x 9th member!reader (Chan-centric)

genre: angst, hurt/comfort wc: ~3,200 cw: some cussing, car accident, reader and skz get hurt

summary: ^^ see request

A/N: Hello! Not super happy with how this came out, but I hope you still like it anon! Started a new semester, so updates will be less frequent, but I'll still be lurking in everyone's feed through likes and reblogs 👀

Masterlist | Happy Scrolling!

"I'm just saying, if penguin's could fly, I think they'd take over the world."

"Felix, literally what are you talking about?" you give him a strange look from where you're seated diagonal from him in the car.

"If penguins ever learned to fly, I think they'd try to overthrow the government in a vengeful fury."

You all sit in silence for a moment, trying to preserve the last of your braincells from deteriorating.

"Okay..." Seungmin responds, quirking his eyebrow at him.

"I am so excited for tonight!" you break the silence that settles, practically vibrating in your seat from the excitement.

"We know, you haven't stopped talking about it," Minho boredly comments, his phone lighting up his face from the shadowy back seat.

Jeongin throws an elbow in his side from where he's seated beside him, earning himself a nasty glare from the man. "Don't be mean to Ynnie, she's just excited to perform."

"I'm so sorry. Let me rephrase that," he clears his throat, setting his phone down in his lap, "Oh my gosh, I know! It's all you've talked about since this morning!" he squeaks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," you mumble, rolling your eyes at your grumpy member.

Before Minho has the chance to respond, your entire world is shaken when another car T-bones you from the right.

Time seems to slow down as the car is flipped, sending you out of your seat towards the ceiling of the car. Your seatbelt manages to control some of the damage to your head, but it slices into your neck from the pressure. Blood starts to drip out of your wound, but you don't even feel it as your hazy gaze travels over to your members.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes land on Felix's still body in the back seat, his eyelids draped shut. He doesn't appear to have any other injuries, but you're immediately ripped away from the sight of Felix when you hear Minho groan in pain. You Jeongin a quick once over, and upon seeing no visible injuries, keep your eyes moving. You don't miss the way Jeongin's hands are firmly grasped around Felix's forearm as he shakes the older man, trying to wake him.

It's painful to twist in your seat, but you do so anyway. Catching a glimpse of Minho, you see a jagged piece of glass protruding out of his forearm. It appears small, but you know it must still hurt like a bitch. Other than that he looks okay, so you continue to look over your remaining members. His eyes are panicked as he frantically looks over the four of you. "You guys ok?" his voice shakes with fear, and his teeth are clenched from the pain radiating from the glass in his arm.

The ringing in your ears starts to subside a bit, and the grunts coming from your right get louder. Seungmin's arm is twisted at an unnatural angle, and there's blood dripping from his left eyebrow. You can't bring yourself to answer Minho, the shock still clouding your mind.

As the rest of your senses start to come back to you, your focus remains on Seungmin as he huffs in pain. You feel a stinging sensation in your thigh, but as you slowly start to drop your head to look, you feel a shaky finger reach under your chin.

Seungmin's reached his hand out, gently pulling your chin until your eyes meet his again.

"Just keep looking at me, Yn," he whispers. You do as you're told, but the pain is worsening by the second, and your breathing starts to quicken.

All else is tuned out as your eyes remain on Seungmin's unwavering gaze.

Seconds feel like hours as you sit there in the car. Your eyelids start to become heavy, and you fuzzily catch Seungmin's eyes turn frantic as your blinks become slower and more frequent.

"Just keep your eyes open, don't fall asleep," he repeats. His word are gentle at first, but as your mind turns to mud, his voice becomes louder and urgent, almost screaming at you. You feel a rough hand grab your shoulder from behind, shaking you. Their attempts to keep you awake are futile, though, as everything becomes too much for you to handle.

"No, don't close your eyes! Stay with me!" and that's the last thing you hear before you drift off into the darkness.

~ ~ ~

You're awoken to the sound of quiet repetitive beeping.

Opening your eyes is a task all in itself, your eyelids feeling impossibly heavy.

After a moment of struggle, you're met with the bright light from a window to your right. You slowly turn your head to the side, and you see Hyunjin, Chan, and Changbin all perched on the couch. It looks uncomfortable, the way all three of them are scrunched up on the little loveseat.

You let your gaze linger on them for a moment, their presence providing a calming sensation for your jumbled mind.

Suddenly, your surroundings overwhelm you. You become terribly aware of all the wires connected to you. The ECG stickers become your biggest enemy, and the IV sticking out of your hand makes you angry.

Really angry.

You groan when you try to lift your arm, a sharp, shooting pain radiating down from your shoulder. You push through the pain though, urgent to remove all these wires from your body. The bandages littering your body feel as if they're burning your skin, and you've never needed to get something off of you faster.

You begin to peel the bandages from your arms, the pain from the adhesive no match for the pain you had been feeling previous to their removal.

Your agonistic groans manage to wake Changbin, and he panics when he sees you frantically tearing at your ECG stickers.

He jumps up from the couch, earning a yelp from Hyunjin as he was using Changbin as a pillow.

You're too overwhelmed to care about their actions as you continue to tear at your skin, even the blankets covering your body feeling like burning coals on your skin.

"Woah, what are you doing? You can't take those off yet," Changbin tells you, rushing to your side to try and restrain your arms.

"They're hurting me," you mumble, wretching your arms out of Changbin's grip to continue to pull at everything that touches you.

"Yn," Hyunjin gasps, quickly standing to his feet, running over to help Changbin.

Chan awakens from the commotion, alarm bells immediately sounding in his head when he sees your panicked movements.

You become more frantic when Hyunjin grabs one of your arms from Changbin, rendering you immobile.

"Get off!" you screech, yanking on your arms as hard as you can. Chan quickly runs out of the room in search of any healthcare professional he can find.

"You're gonna hurt yourself," Hyunjin struggles against you, holding tightly onto your hand.

"Let me go!" you continue to scream like a banshee, "You're hurting me!"

Neither do as you say, fearing for what you'll do to yourself if they listen.

"You're ok," Changbin pleads, bringing one of his hands away from your arm to rest it gently on your forehead. "Please calm down, everything will be ok."

You're too panicked to notice Chan re-enter the room, a nurse trailing in behind him.

She has a shot in her hand, and she hurriedly comes up beside Changbin to administer the drug. She hastily inserts the needle into your upper arm, and it only takes seconds for your demeanor to soften. Your thrashing becomes weaker, and your shouts become quieter, turning into soft mumbles.

The guys let out a sigh upon seeing your eyes close, your stature finally relaxing into the hospital bed once again.

"What the hell was that?" Hyunjin huffs, slightly out of breath from the physical altercation.

"Sometimes patients can be violent when they wake up out of a coma. It can happen to anyone," the nurse explains, taking the chart off the wall beside the bed. "We'll get some soft restraints to put on her arms before she wakes up again. It's unlikely for her to panic again, but it's just a precaution."

The guys nod, all three of them staring at your now peaceful face.

~ ~ ~

The next time you wake up, you feel as if you're experiencing deja vu. Your eyes open slowly, and you wince at the feeling of them being crusted over from sleep.

You also become strikingly aware of the aching pain radiating from your thigh. Your leg remains immobile, and you feel the constricting cast running from your mid thigh down to your ankle.

You go to bring your hand up to rub your face, but your movements are restricted. Your attention is brought to your hands, now laying limply by your side. There are restraints covering your wrists. Your face contorts into an expression of confusion, and you glance at the couch to your right.

Seated there are Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin. Your deja vu hits you harder when you see them resting against one another, sleeping soundly.

"Chan," you call out to him, your voice surprisingly hoarse, your throat scratchy and raw.

He immediately jolts up, waking the other two in the process.

"Hey, you're awake," he says, getting up from the couch.

He's cautious as he walks over to you, taking slow steps to get to your bed. Changbin and Hyunjin watch from the couch, keeping their distance. Their expressions rival Chan's, somehow looking even more timid.

"Hi," you suddenly feel shy under their gazes, "Why are you looking at me like that? I can't even move; can we get these things off of me."

"Yea, sorry, the nurse said it was just precautionary. I'll go get someone to take them off of you," Hyunjin gets up from the couch, hurrying out into the hallway.

Realization dawns on you, and you bring your eyes to meet Chan's again. "Did I hurt someone? What happened?"

"You were trying to hurt yourself," a nurse enters the room, answering the question for Chan. "You were in a coma for a couple days. Sometimes, when patients wake, they can turn aggressive. Which you did, but nobody was hurt, the boys stopped you before you could do any damage."

You just nod, not entirely sure how to respond. She explains in more detail what had happened as she takes the restraints off your wrists.

"We had to sedate you, so you were out for an additional day. On the bright side, your coma allowed for your body to do some of the tough healing while you were unconscious. You had a surgery on your thigh the night you were brought in due to a compound fracture in your femur. The surgery was successful. It seems to be doing well for now, of course we'll have to bring you back in for some check-ups, but you should be good to go for now."

Your eyes widen as she goes on and on. Chan sits beside you, rubbing a hand up and down your back to help comfort you. The nurse continues about the paperwork, and leaves to gather it so you can leave.

"How are you feeling?" Changbin asks from the end of your bed.

"Overwhelmed," you answer curtly. The thought of not being able to perform for a while hurts your heart. Not only that, but you can't even walk!

Your suddenly hit with a wave of memories from the night of the accident, and your eyes water at the thought of the rest of your members who were in the car with you.

"Are the other guys alright? Where are they?" your voice is panicked as you ramble off questions.

"They're ok, we promise," Chan reassures you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "They went home a couple days ago to rest. None of them got hurt as badly as you did. They all got some stitches, Seungmin's got a broken arm, and Felix has a pretty nasty concussion, but they're ok."

You sigh in relief, allowing your head to rest on Chan's shoulder.

The nurse comes back in, a folder filled with paperwork in hand. "As soon as you fill these out, you'll be good to go! Your medications and dosages are in this little baggy. You had some lacerations on your side, but we just covered them with butterfly bandages. The stitches on your neck can be taken out at your next appointment. Just be weary of them as you go about your day, try not to turn your head too quickly," she instructs, handing over the paperwork.

Within a few minutes, everything is filled out and you've been put in a wheelchair. Chan stands behind you, wheeling you out towards the van. Hyunjin carries your crutches from beside you, and Changbin holds your medicine and the paperwork.

Getting in the car was a hassle all in itself, as your leg felt like a million pounds with the cast on it. Your hip was so sore from laying in bed for so long, so you opted to have Chan lift you into the car.

Once finally settled, you lean back against the seat and close your eyes. You don't want to admit it, but you know these next few months are going to be difficult.

~ ~ ~

It's been a few weeks now, and things have started to go back to how they were before the accident. This is the first regularly scheduled week since then, and you're grateful for the normalcy.

Your managers had put everything on hold for a while, allowing you and the rest of your members to recover some. They knew it was a difficult time for all of you, and you were thankful for their leniency.

You have been spending most of your time on the downstairs couch, lounging around in front of the T.V. Various members would join you throughout the day, helping you with whatever you needed. Chan has certainly been the most doting, running at your every beck and call.

Today was no different; Chan decided to stay home with you while the rest of the members went to dance practice. He knew it'd probably put him behind, but they weren't set to perform for a good while, so he'll just catch up a different day. Plus, he knows Minho can handle them all just fine without him there.

The two of you are lounging on the couch, watching one of your favorite T.V shows, when Chan gets up to use the bathroom.

You hear the door close, and realize now's your chance. Your stomach's been growling for the past hour, but you didn't want to make Chan make you something.

However, you are done being the world's longest lounging couch potato, so you rise to your feet, grabbing your crutches from beside you, and make your way into the kitchen.

You know you don't have long before Chan finds you, so you ravage through the fridge quickly to try and find something to eat. You see your leftovers from the other night neatly packed away, so you grab those.

You carefully set your crutches down, leaning them on the counter next to you before hopping, leftovers in hand, to the microwave.

Unfortunately, the rug in front of the sink slips beneath you, and you fall onto the ground, your leftovers opening and spilling out onto you.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you sigh. Thankfully, you're not hurt, your butt just a little sore, but some of the sauce now decorates your cast.

You hear the door fling open from down the hall, and a frantic Chan bursts into the kitchen a mere second later. "What are you doing?" he's panicked as he rushes over to you, his arms looping under yours to pull you up.

"I was just going to heat these up because I was hungry, but then I slipped. I'm fine," you lightly push Chan away from you, knowing fully well that you can stand on your own.

He looks slightly taken back by your attitude, but nevertheless moves towards you again. He wraps his arms around you in an attempt to pick you up, no doubt to carry you back into your permanent spot on the living room couch, but you give him a firmer shove this time. "Did I hurt you?" he worries, his eyebrows scrunching.

"No, I just want to walk to the bathroom myself and get cleaned up," you explain, doing your best to keep your composure.

"I can help, let me grab you a wash rag for your cast," he bends down next to you, rummaging through the cupboard.

"Chan, please," you sigh. As much as you loved being babied at first, enough is enough. "I need some time by myself. I love you guys, but I'm not sure I've had a moment alone since the accident." Your arms are crossed as he stands, a pout forming on his face.

"But we just want to help you," he says, puppy-dog eyes on full display.

"And I thank you for all you guys have done the past month, but I really need to start doing things for myself again," you reach past him, grabbing your crutches and head down the hall to your bathroom. "Now to get this sauce off me," you mumble as you push the door open with the end of your crutch.

~ ~ ~

You're laying on your bed later in the day, knee propped up on a plump pillow to help alleviate some of the pain from your aching leg, when you hear a knock on door.

You tell them to come in, and the door opens to reveal Chan. "Hi," he's timid as he walks in. He takes a seat on the edge of your bed, a guilty look on his face.

"What's up?" you ask, sliding your bookmark into the crease of your novel.

"I wanted to apologize on behalf of all of us. We've been really clingy since the accident, and we didn't realize we were overstepping."

"Chan," you sigh, adjusting yourself to sit next to him. "Please don't beat yourself up about this. Honestly, I was just a little frustrated earlier and took it out on you. You guys have helped me more than you know these last few weeks. I really don't mind all the doting."

His eyes light up at that. "Really?" his voice is giddy, and you regret that you were the cause of his sadness before.

While the overprotectiveness really did get on your nerves a bit, if it brings them that much happiness to take care of you, you suppose you can get past your grumpiness and let them do it.

"Really."

"Guys, she changed her mind!" he yells, and not even a second later, your door swings open, seven smiling faces staring back at you.

They hurry into your room, clumsily fighting each other to sit on your bed. They're still cautious of your leg, but they all manage to fit, even if a little squished.

"Don't make me regret this," you joke, ruffling Seungmin's hair from where he's laid out on your lap.

"You know you love us," Chan comments, smirking at you.

"I certainly do."

[soapyghostie]

Hiya! Hope you’re doing well! Just found your acc and I love all your stuff!! ^^

Not sure how to rq so I’m hoping i do this right-but please tyt !!

Could you do a young reader telling their favorite slasher(s) they wanna be like them when they grow up? (Ex Danny, Michael, Bubba, Legion… but can be anybody :] )

Awww! You’re so sweet Anon. I’m glad you like my stuff. It makes me happy. Anyways, here is your request! Hope you enjoy!

Michael Myers

You, unaware of the true extent of Michael Myers’ dark tendencies, approaches him with wide-eyed innocence. You are completely perplexed by him, a shrouded mystery, and your fascination with him is born out of a childlike curiosity. From a distance, you have observed Michael’s determination and relentless pursuit of his murderous goals. You admire his seemingly unstoppable nature, viewing him as a figure of strength and power.

Out of naivety, you express your desire to be like Michael when you grow up. You like how he embodies fearlessness and control, qualities you aspire to possess in your own life. 

Michael doesn’t understand why you want to be like him. Seriously, he’s literally a murderer. Sometimes even he wishes he wasn’t who he was, but it is what it is. He just can’t comprehend the innocence behind your words; he takes it too seriously. Plus, at this point, his perception of human emotions and desires is skewed by his own desire to kill, leading him to believe you're just trying to flatter him so he doesn’t kill you. He’s not gonna kill you because you're just a kid if you're wondering though; he doesn’t kill kids. 

In response, Michael remains eerily silent, his impassive mask betraying no hint of emotion. His lack of verbal response strikes you with greater fascination for the tall silent man. However, Michael may not communicate verbally, his mere presence serves as a silent warning of the possible dangers he could put you through. His cold, unyielding gaze conveys a sense of danger, hinting at the darkness that lurks beneath his outward facade. Despite your admiration, you start to feel uneasy under his presence. He just wants you to stop bothering him. It’s nothing personal; he’s just not really a fan of kids.

As you run off, you still remain blissfully unaware of the true depths of Michael’s wickedness. In your mind, he remains a symbol of strength and resilience, your admiration undiminished by the sinister reality of who Michael Myers truly is.

Jason Voorhees

You, unaware of Jason’s violent reputation around Camp Crystal Lake, approach him with an innocent admiration. To you, Jason is a larger-than-life type figure, shrouded in mere mystery and intrigue. Despite the fear Jason normally inflicts in others, you bravely approach him. Your innocent curiosity overrides any sense of any fear or anxiousness you feel. 

You would bombard Jason with questions, eager to learn more about his life and experiences. You ask about the mask, his immense strength, and the stories surrounding Crystal Lake. You would express your desire to be like Jason when you grow up, marveling at his formidable strength and resilience. Jason represents the power and invincibility that you hope to possess one day. 

Jason is taken aback by your desire to be like him. Despite his inability to communicate verbally, he silently contemplates the implications of your words, grappling with the notion that someone sees him as a role model.  

Sensing the innocence behind your words, Jason subtly imparts a lesson on morality. Through his actions, he’ll demonstrate that violence and vengeance are not paths that should be emulated, even if you idolize his strength and resilience.  

Before you depart from Jason, he offers you a small gift – a symbol of protection and guidance. He’d give you a teddy bear given to him by his mother when he was just a child like you, imbedded with his silent promise to watch over you from the shadows, guiding them down a path free from the darkness that consumes him.

Bubba Sawyer

You approach Bubba with wide-eyed innocence, unaware of the horror surrounding the infamous killer. To you, Bubba is akin to a hero from a storybook or comic, but looks much scarier. 

Bubba is confused when he sees the genuine admiration in your eyes. He’s hesitant as he is not used to such innocent expressions directed towards him. Normally, it’s always fear and horror he sees in someone’s eyes when they spot him. Bubba will make confused squealing noises as he tilts his head slightly, studying you while his chainsaw is held loosely at his side.  

Bubba would reach out to you tentatively, patting your head gently. His rough hands, stained with blood and grime from his gruesome work, offers a stark contrast to the tenderness of the gesture. Bubba’s emotions churn as he feels a sense of protectiveness towards you. You’re just so god damn cute that he can’t resist! He wants to shield you from the harsh realities of his existence. Yet, he knows all too well of how pointless it is to give into the aspirations of protecting you. 

Not wanting to harm you, Bubba squeals and gestures to his chainsaw to convey to you a warning. He really doesn’t want to turn you into meat. If he gets caught not trying to kill you, his brothers, especially Drayton, will force him to and he’d be very sad. There’s a sadness in his eyes, a silent acknowledgement of the innocence he can never reclaim. 

Before you escape the Sawyer property, Bubba will offer you his bracelet made out of bones that he always wears – a token of his affection. He’ll then give you a gruff nod of acknowledgement and lumbar away as if nothing happened as you live another day.

[hearts444karma]

heyheyhey i saw your requests open sooo

I AM HERE ‼️

anyways can i request a ike eveland (THE man of sex) x reader, spy/assassin au where theyre like doing an undercover mission??

there should totally be like a ballroom scene where they have to assassinate the target and reader should wear something KINDA revealing so theyre like ‘the distraction’ (but reader can kick ass 😮‍💨😮‍💨 ) while ike is up in the authorised area hacking the cctv or soemthing

thank youuu

(also can i refer myself as 🩰 anon? )

「　𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓 ！」　☆彡　ike eveland

💌 : WELCOME 🩰 ANON!! i rlly love this idea 😩 throughout writing this all i could imagine was loid and yor- <33 i hope you enjoy!!

you moved with practiced grace, your gown cascade midnight hues, every step a calculated dance of allure and deception. 

you were the distraction, the siren luring attention away from the true danger lurking in the shadows.

"evening, darling," the host purred as you approached, his gaze lingering on on form.

"good evening," you replied with a coy smile, voice a symphony of honeyed tones.

as you two conversed, ike worked his magic in the depths of the CCTV room, his fingers dancing over the keyboard with practiced ease.

"i trust you're enjoying the party..my party?" the host inquired, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin.

"it’s certainly... stimulating," you replied, smile tight with forced politeness.

midway through this aching conversation, a notification flashed on the host's phone, his expression shifting to one of concern.

"excuse me for a moment," he murmured, making to leave.

but you were quick to act, hand closing around his wrist in a firm grip. "why leave now? the night is still young," you purred, guiding him onto the dance floor with ease.

as you danced, the host's advances grew bolder, his touch lingering where it wasn't welcome.

"careful, darling," you cautioned with a forced smile, eyes flashing with warning.

before the situation could escalate further, ike appeared at your side, his presence a welcome relief from the host's unwanted attention.

"mind if i cut in?" he asked with a charming smile, his hand extended towards you.

nodding gratefully, you allowing yourself to be swept into ike’s arms, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the chill of the ballroom.

before walking to the dance floor, ike subtly slipped a drink into the host’s hand, a silent gesture to ‘compensate’ for taking you away.

"thanks for the save," you murmured, your voice tinged with relief. “ one more second and I could’ve slit his throat.”

"anytime," ike chuckled, his gaze lingering onto you with a hint of warmth that sent a flutter through your chest.

as you both dance, ike’s hand brushed a little lower on your back, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

meanwhile, the host, consumed with jealousy and animosity at the sight of you and Ike’s arms, took a sip with a drink aware of the deadly poison flowing through his veins.

"mission accomplished?" you whispered, breath catching in your throat.

he nodded, expression tinged with satisfaction as he revealed the flash drive clutched in his hand.

"mission success," he confirmed, his eyes never leaving yours.

as the music reached its crescendo, the host eyes widen in shock, his body convulsing as he collapsed to the ground, the poison claiming him as its victim

amists the chaos, your eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths. turing to Ike, a wide grin spreading across your lips.

"well, that was impressive," you remarked, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. "let’s get out of here."

ike returned the grin, a sense of satisfaction evident in his eyes as he scoops you up, PRINCESS STYLE .

slipping away into the shadows, his steps light and free, the weight of your mission finally lifted.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Haven't seen the trash boi Goo for a while! How bout a different girl for him, a hard-working and honest girl who works in a small convince store as her part-time job. She doesn't really like expensive gifts or stuff like that, to her spending time with her boyfriend is way more important than any sort of materialistic brand.

Thanks for the ask anon! I've missed this stupid lil idiot!

Goo Kim x Reader: Money

Goo-fy wonders why you're with him

Goo is more than aware of your silly little part-time job.

On multiple occasions, he has offered to pay you himself so you didn't have to work the night shifts on your own. You thanked him, sweetly as usual, but said no anyway.

Well isn't that a pain.

How could he possibly just sit at home when he knows his darling girlfriend is working her butt off for pocket change. And think of the weird characters just like him that lurk around at night!

Goo shudders.

He makes up his mind to join you any opportunity he can.

.

.

The first time Goo shows up, you are practically buzzing with excitement. Holy crap, you're adorable.

Then you react the same the second and third and fourth time too. Come to think of it, it's every single time.

He starts to wonder if there is something wrong with you.

Yes, he is extraordinarily handsome. Yes, he is perfect. Yes, he is God's gift.

Still. No-one could be that excited to see him, right?

.

.

And what's even weirder, is the way you're looking at him and chattering away right now.

Do you even realise what Goo has offered?

He has given you complete, 100%, free rein in a shopping mall. The most high-end shopping mall in the country. It's all on him. He's got it, babe. Go shop your little heart out!

Yet... You're not sprinting towards the designer brands, you're not buying one in every colour. In fact, you're not buying anything at all.

(Goo did get you a juice when you said you were thirsty, but that hardly counts.)

You wander around with a ridiculous smile on your face, your hand in his, listening to him talk about anything and everything.

You steal glances at Goo when you think he's not looking, but he catches you every time.

No! Don't look at me! Look at this! This coat, this bag, these shoes!

It's the foodhall of all places that you two end up, seated at a little uneven table that tips on one side. Far, far below Goo's usual standard but he couldn't find it in himself to care with you next to him.

At the end of the day, you go home empty-handed, thanking him graciously for your juice, and Goo is left scratching his head.

.

.

If there are two things that Goo knows, it's how to fight and how to make money.

And you never particularly cared for his fighting skills. Sure, you're impressed. Everyone is.

Though if you don't care about that and you don't care about cash. Then... why are you with him?

Goo confronts you at work one evening.

He interrogates you about your feelings for him, about him, and you take it all with a straight face.

(You're not stupid. You don't date someone like Goo Kim unprepared for his unhinged moments.)

"-But it's good I'm rich, right?"

Of course you know what money means to him. It's not the same for you, and you try to be diplomatic about it. "Well... it's good that you can buy yourself nice things with it, I guess? But I don't need it."

Goo tilts his head, clearly confused with your response. "What? So you'll be with me even if I was broke?"

"Yup."

"If I had to wear ugly clothes?"

"Yup."

"If I couldn't take you out?"

"Yup."

"If I couldn't buy you things?"

"Yup."

"Not even," Goo looks around the store for inspiration, "this ramen?"

"Yup."

The cogs in Goo's brain stutters and stops. So then...?

You decide to put your moron out of his misery. You cup his face in your hands as he continues to look absolutely baffled.

"Goo. I don't need any of that. I just like being with you. You could make watching paint dry fun," you speak slowly and clearly, hoping that your words sink in. "You know you're also with me, right? And I don't really have any money."

As if your financial status would in any way shape or form affect his feelings towards you! Goo is appalled.

"My sweet lil honeybun, that's completely different!"

Honestly. You roll your eyes fondly and ruffle his hair.

Maybe, just maybe. He gets it. A little bit. Maybe money isn't everything-

Scratch that, money's pretty fucking important. Goo loves money. But, if he really thought about it, he loves you more.

[beacon-lamp]

hi lol we've never talked before but i used to lurk on this site years ago during peak dreamsmp-blr days. anyways i started playing minecraft again with some friends recently and we crafted our first beacon the other day. and it made me think of your blog. glad to see you never changed your url or pfp. and you're still posting hermitcraft stuff haha

happy 4th anniversary to the november 16th festival beacon-lamp o7

oh im gonna cry wtf???

happy nov 16th to you too anon and hope all is well o7

[crystallizsch]

Hi...I'm new to the twst fandom, and i saw you help out someone else with recommendations so i was hoping you could help me tooo? 🥺 I'm worried about bothering people with asks and stuff, so i was wondering if you had any recommendations for blogs of nice/welcoming people in the fandom? 👉👈 It would be nice to make some friends...

You seem really friendly and welcoming, which is why I managed to send this...I just don't want to annoy anyone...💔💀 Thanks!!!!!!!!

AWHH HELLO HI WHAT THANK YOU SO MUCH??

i sometimes worry that i may be too overwhelming (if that’s the right word for it???) to even approach so that means so much to hear 😭💖💕

also i MAY have rambled too much,,, i ended up giving (unsolicited) advice as well im so sorry but i just wanted to say some additional things too about making friends in the fandom in general 🤧

anyways anon it’s all right under the cut 💖

AAGH FIRSTLY welcome to the twst fandom!! so glad to see you joining in!

i���ve only been in the fandom since the beginning of this year actually! and so far as my experience goes it’s been so fun!! people create amazing things and share amazing ideas with one another so i hope you enjoy your stay!

ALSO it makes me happy that you even think i’m approachable enough for recs 😭💖

i'm admittedly very biased though because a lot of the blogs i consider nice/welcoming are already mutuals/friends of mine 🤧

and i’m lowkey highkey kind of shy mentioning them again ahglsjdlsalk so i’d like to point you back to that original post here even though im assuming that you literally just came from there 😭

im so sorry i couldnt be more helpful with recs 😭💔 but all of them i do consider pretty nice blogs!!

ANYWAYS PLEASE DONT WORRY ABOUT “ANNOYING” ANYONE YOU ARE NOT A BOTHER most people love receiving asks/interactions!!

i really understand the feeling though!! it’s hard making that first move sometimes,,, and honestly (i know it sounds incredibly cliche but) you’ll never really know if you’ll click with someone here until you try!!

and i'm not sure if you post or not but! it's definitely how I've met the people i’m mutuals/friends with here!

i’ve made friends with others who regularly/every now and then reblog with nice tags or comments on my posts ;;; and i do the same on my main blog! i tend to leave a lot of tags when i reblog posts that i like

and sometimes it just,,, happens??? especially if you and the other person have a shared interest in the fandom!

anyways,,,

send people asks!! reblog with nice tags!! comment!! just let other people that you're there!! the right people for you will reciprocate 💖💖💖 (also this is in no way being against people who just prefer to silently lurk/interact btw i still appreciate you guys 🫶 this is just for if you want to interact more and make friends in the process!!)

but that's just me!!

similar to what i said on the original post i encourage you to find and interact with other people that you think you would vibe with!!

there's a lot of different corners in this fandom that are into way different things about the game than me. and the people that i vibe with might not necessarily vibe with you which is not anyone's fault!! it’s just the way it is 💖

(also i forgot to mention this in my original post --- i'm not sure if you're a minor or not so make sure if you decide to check out some blogs allow minors to interact 🙏 ) (and a lot of blogs outline their boundaries and rules on their intro posts that are pinned so keep that in mind!)

i have no idea how to end this hsjshsjs but generally just find others who like the same twst things as you and interact with them!! it’s okay to do little by little until you’re comfortable, there is never any rush 🫶

AGAIN i hope you have fun here and i wish you the best!! 💖💖💕

[antiendovents]

🧩👁 Alright, sure. Have the source I referenced in what the term meant; https://fanlore.org/wiki/Soulbond_(Fictive_Presence) Btw but now I wanna vent for a moment What tf am I in syscourse? My stance has gotten so complex since last time I went here and I don't feel completely anti-endo anymore (not in the way you think. Chill.) yet I am also MAD at the misinfo that still exists! I'm still so mad and I kinda hate that? It feels destructive yet secure?? In some way? Prolly cause of the shit that's been happening ngl I also hate how I haven't been completely honest to anyone I anon but I shouldn't hate that as i'm just keeping information that might be vulnerable secret! And also info that wouldn't matter! But like- I wanna be honest and I wanna speak on problems and I don't wanna be a lurking freak no more but doomscrolling syscourse is unhealthy as well- that's why I deleted my actual sysblr account in the first place! arrGHhHHHH (yes i am anoning on a different acc) I'm glad to have a little space here for whenever I am angery at endos so I don't have to lash at them :3 Anyway sorry for le ramble

I'll be honest I don't know what to say but you're welcome here as long as you aren't pro endo. We understand complex views exist, so we won't judge you. And yeah, dooms rolling can be really unhealthy and we hope you're okay!

We're happy to here you think of our blog as a safe space to vent frustrations about endos, since that's the entire goal of this blog :D !!! Also don't worry about the ramble!

[goldenpinof]

Idk if any of your anons needs to hear that BUT

First: I relate to everyone who feels awkward, not sure etc don't think they will communicate with anyone. Like I got into them in early 2020 when I moved to another country alone, pandemic etc I had suddenly found a new hyper fixation which helped me to get through the rough times. I mean everybody know the following years were even worse. So now I want to go, but I was lurking for so long and I'm not sure that I can be considered a fan? (even tho I'd consider myself one). Like I feel kinda guilty for taking someone's place? Don't ask, I'll leave this discussion for my therapist. But at the same time I want to experience it cuz I'm not sure if there will ever be a chance? So meet the second part of my ramble:

Second: I'm hugely experienced with going "on tour", I mean following someone on tour. Like with the certain band/musician from this band who's got multiple projects, I'm very deep in the fandom for almost 20 years (gosh I'm old. Oh btw there's another fear, I'll be 36 by the time of the tour and that's why I stick by Tumblr not Twitter, at least I don't feel like I'm close to the age of someone's parents), that I just know the first 200 people who queue for the this person's/band's gigs from the 4 am and I feel so at home there that meeting someone new have never been a problem. So it's like not something alien to me, but still too many new people and I can't even discuss it with anyone irl. So yeah

But this is there my thought was actually going: why are people so surprised that someone want to go to a few dates?! Like from the gigs experience I just know every single one feels different and I'm sure every single show will feel unique too. And it's the people yeah.

So I apologise Kate for using your box as my cancelled therapy session and talking SO MUCH.

i thought you were referring to the Antwerp/Frankfurt anon. you had me in the first half, not gonna lie!

you're not taking someone else's place. like, there are gonna be hunger games, but probably only for VIP, and only because we're a bit crazy. i really hope we don't break any website, and AXS isn't gonna decide to repeat the wad taping situation. ultimately, we're in the same position no matter how much people like to threaten each other because some left the phandom and then returned 😂

anyway, yeah! i'm turning 30 in the middle of the tour. so if everything goes well, i'm gonna see them when i'm 29 and then 30. speaking of old, that's fucking devastating!

each show is different, and travelling is cool. so, i very much get people who go to multiple shows. like, enjoy life while you can, you know 🫶

[the-fucking-cannibal]

Hi! I mainly lurk in r/Kaeloo and in fandom but I wanted to say that I love your art SO MUCH!!!!! 💗 I Love the way you draw Mr. Chat especially! Thank you for making the place a more positive space!

[I'm so sorry for replying so late, my week has been so busy forgive me👉👈]

Anyway thank you soooooo much for the kind words, Anon, you're the sweetest omfg 🥺💗

However I feel like i should probably mention that the credit is all @just-jayy 's, they're actually the one that who did all the work in the subreddit and made it such a lovely place for the fans (meanwhile i haven't been very active with content lately aside from the usual fanart ahah) 💓

I'm still trying to get used to this whole Mod role, it was never really my plan or my intention to even become one and to this day it's still a huge surprise and honor to me 😅 (especially because when i first texted the old owner about the mod applications i did it because i was hoping to propose Jay for the role, not me, I suck ass at being a leader and it shows ahahah). Anyway I'm glad the place is to your liking, I promise we'll do our best to keep this a healthy and positive environment for everyone! Many hugs (also my DMs are always open in case you're looking for new fandom friends) 🫂💓

[kabukibun]

hello.... this is my first time sending an anon (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ;) apologies in advance for whatever tumblr etiquette i might be breaking (and for my bad grammar). im still figuring things out even though ive been a tumblr user for years now! (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

the scenario u were talking about, of dottore creating a puppet for scara, it makes me feel giddy(?) when imagining it. ive actually been thinking of a similar scenario in the past except the idea i had was that the puppet is based off of somebody that scara knew from when he was kabukimono (just because dottore was feeling a little silly and wanted to mess with him). would scara kill it because he thinks that dottore is mocking him or is he too attached to that person that he'll end up keeping it and maybe making puppet babies with it ⊙⁠o⊙? the possibilities of what he might do to that poor puppet is fascinating!

anyway i love your blog... ive been lurking here since i first read your kabukimono oneshot (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) i hope you're doing well! have a nice day (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

hihi! no worries! your ask was perfect <3 personally, there's no need for etiquette when shooting me an ask! just be nice to me haha

BUT AHHHH no way we were literally thinking the same thing??? i decided not to add that in the post in the end but it was definitely on my mind.... like i said, very similar to bride of chucky where his former lover's soul gets transferred to the doll.

i suppose in this case, it's just appearance wise. although this does little to soothe the dissonance scara is experiencing. since this is pre-wanderer, scara might want to dispose of the puppet almost immediately since it's just a reminder of his past and evidence of dottore's power over him. so he might try to, but seeing the puppet weep as they beg not to be killed with his lover's face....

don't blame him for kissing and licking those tears away. and oops, both of their clothing has been taken off, and now he's slipping inside, hissing as feels a familiar yet new clenching around his cock.

perhaps by dottore's will, it's very easy for the puppet to get pregnant. she hasn't been "alive" for long and she's already carrying scara's children. he's very happy with the results, encouraging this relationship for his own motives. yes, dottore made the puppet in scara's past lover's appearance specifically for this end result. plus, it's fun for him to see scara be emotionally tortured.

thank you!! ahh it's been so long since the oneshot. hopefully more to come soon! i'm doing okay! hope you have a nice day as well!!

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Omg!! Thank you for taking your time in writing prompts. I would like to request Levihan 26. 'The diamond in your engagement ring is fake' (not sure if this the correct name haha) thank you little sunshine 🌞

Drunk Drabbles 26: “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” This has got to be the silliest and most un-canon thing I've ever written. I also totally got carried away with the word count. Hope you enjoy it, Anon! Thanks for the ask and calling me Sunshine 🥰 You're too cute. Anyway, this one's for you. Offer Your Hearts (But, Seriously, Keep Your Secrets) Characters: Levi x Hange, Erwin  Word Count: 1425 words Erurihan x Friends Crossover

There was something inviting about the parlour despite the meagre light cast from the small open fire. A single candelabra had been lit and placed upon the low table, around which Erwin and Levi had gathered. The Scout’s Commander was sipping red wine from a long-stemmed glass whilst his companion held a china teacup by its rim. However, the calm which had settled over the room was not to last. In the corridor beyond, there came a thud followed by the frantic rattle of the door handle. Before either of the men could utter an exclamation, Hange had flung themself into the room, barely managing to pant out an apology.

“We’ve only just started!” Erwin assured them cheerily, lifting an almost-full bottle of merlot. “I got you a glass.”

“Ohh… no, no, no.” Hange waved their hands. “Not after the last time. I haven’t been able to touch red wine since!”

“Probably… for the best.” Erwin glanced at Levi who promptly averted his eyes. As Hange sat down beside him, they could not help but notice the way Levi’s mouth twitched. Their head turned towards Erwin who was pressing his lips to his glass, his shoulders shaking. A nasty, lurking feeling had settled upon Hange. It was as the men’s barely-suppressed tittering became unendurable, that realisation suddenly dawned.

“No… no way… you told him?”

At this, the two men dissolved into laughter. Hange leapt to their feet, the belt from their dressing gown whipping the air.

“Look, I wasn’t drunk!” Hange gestured at them violently, even as Erwin howled and Levi covered his face with his palm. “Erwin’s the one who insisted that I visit a merchant in the city. He was a potential sponsor for the Scouts so I had to make a good impression. It wasn’t my choice to go! The wine was disgusting - far too rich! Give me that flat, pisswater beer they serve at The Hole in the Wall in town anyday!” Hange dropped their arms as the volume of their mirth increased.

“It’s not like I chose to throw up in his coat closet!” they tried helplessly, “I wasn’t thinking ‘oh, this’ll make the evening go faster!’”

Still, the two men rocked with laughter. 

“Fine!” Hange stammered, “maybe I should even the score then!” Whirling round to face Levi, they raised their finger triumphantly. “Did you know that Erwin gets his eyebrows threaded at a salon in town?”

“Doesn’t surprise me.” Levi lifted his cup to his mouth.

“Yeah? And he gets his hair bleached?”

Levi choked on a mouthful of tea.

“Well, if that’s how you want to play it, Hange!” Erwin set down his wine glass upon the table. “I wonder if Levi knows that you once gave Sawney a foot massage?”

Hange chanced a look at Levi. He was regarding her with an expression of abject disgust; eyes narrowed and mouth hanging open.

“To think I let you touch me with those hands, Four Eyes…” 

“Erwin owns a copy of ‘Love in the Time of Titans’ and I know for a fact that he’s read it at least twice!” Hange exploded.

Levi gave a husky little laugh. Even as he leaned forward for his cup, the smile still lingered upon his face.

“Oh, think that’s funny do you Levi?” There was a dangerous glint in Erwin’s eye. “Let’s tell some of your secrets, shall we?”

All at once Levi’s features turned to stone. “Hange and I are getting married. We already know everything there is to know about each other.” His eyes flicked from Hange to Erwin. “You’d best keep quiet if you know what’s good for you.”

“Levi couldn’t tell the time until he was twenty eight!” Erwin announced, his stare with Levi unbroken.

“Wha-” Levi gestured fruitlessly. “It… It’s hard for some people!” He glanced again at Hange, this time for reassurance. His fiancée nodded with visible confidence. 

“See?” As Levi took another sip of his tea, Hange widened their eyes in unspoken shock.

“After Marie started dating Nile, Erwin grew a goatee!” Levi snarled in retaliation. Erwin inched so far forward that he almost slid from the sofa onto the floor.

“Once, Levi was ordered to redo his cleaning chores by his first Scout Leader so he stole the guy’s face mask, used it to wipe down the bathrooms, then put it back in the guy’s room.”

“One time, Hange wore my underwear to work!” Levi cried.

“Hey!” 

“Sorry!” Levi clapped a hand to his forehead, “I just couldn’t think of any more for Erwin.”

“When he was living in the Underground, Levi slept with an elderly fortune teller just so she would give him a discount off tea leaves!” Erwin declared.

“Holy shitwalls!” Hange gripped their sides, wheezing noisily. “I can’t! I’m laughing so hard…”

“...so hard you need to find another closet to throw up in?” Levi lashed back at them. Hange snapped upright, their back pressed against the sofa as though rearing for an offensive move.

“Levi entered a singing contest at The Hole in the Wall and won.”

“Hange came in third and broke a bar stool!” Levi returned the serve.

Erwin collapsed into renewed laughter, his face his hands. Hange clucked their tongue, shaking their head slowly and deliberately.

“You go on and laugh Erwin… I’m still picturing you with a moustache!”

Erwin readied himself, as though considering whether or not to seize the bait. Finally, he snapped. “Be my guest, Hange. I bet you don’t know that Levi told me that the diamond in your engagement ring is a fake!”

Hange’s wheezing laughter drew to a sudden halt. They shared a bewildered glance with Levi. Then Hange stretched their arms above their head.

“You know, Erwin, I just don’t think diamonds suit me!” They yawned and cocked their head to one side. “Besides, I spend half my time looking down a microscope, so surely I would have noticed?”

“Now that doesn’t surprise me.” Erwin’s voice carried a tinge of pride. To his left, Levi shifted uncomfortably. 

“It’s not a diamond. It’s a piece of crystalised wall-” He stopped, eyes widening as Erwin swept out a hand.

“Don’t tell me! Because… Hange discovered the crystallisation process and you wanted to commemorate their success as well as your love.” He brought his fist to his mouth and shook his head. 

“Oi…” Levi sighed, “you sound like you’ve read ‘Love in the Time of Titans’ all over again.”

“You haven’t read it!” Erwin’s voice struggled and broke as he waved his free hand. “You don’t know real fluff and angst!” …

Beyond the window the night was black and still, only broken by distant patches of streetlight. Erwin’s wine bottle had emptied without Levi or Hange’s help. Dying embers glowed in the metal grate. Two empty teacups stood upon the low table. Behind, three exhausted figures had sunk into the sofa’s backrest.

“In my defence… it was winter so the goatee had its practical use.” Erwin punctuated his point by placing his wine glass down a little harder than he meant to.

“And in my defence, the fortune teller came onto me.” The shadows thrown from the low flames flickered over Levi’s pale face. “Thirsty bitch.”

“Sounds like you were the thirsty bitch.” Hange chuckled. “Thirsty for tea anyway… I don’t suppose you still have trouble telling the time now right?”

Levi was glaring towards the opposite wall when Hange thrust their pocket watch in his face. With a quick flick of their thumb, the catch clicked open.

“Quick - what time is it?”

“I don’t know, time to rub some titan feet?”

Hange lowered their arm.

“You know… just because we’re getting married, it doesn’t mean we have to tell each other every little thing.” They regarded him imploringly, eyes rounded in the gloom of the parlour. “Some secrets are best kept that way. Right… Levi?”

Levi’s thin smile returned.

“Right.”

“Then we should keep all the secrets we've shared here this evening.” Erwin stood, smoothing down the creases in his slacks. He leaned down to pick up the empty wine bottle and glass. “In that case, I’ll plan to avoid the company of anyone who knows that I have my hair coloured.”

Levi reclined so that his arm rested against the back of the sofa. “I would avoid Miche then.”

“...and anyone in the pub at this time of evening,” Hange added, craning their neck around to regard Erwin. The military commander briefly looked as though he was about to answer before he stormed from the room. ... Step right up! Step right up! New Drunk Drabble Prompts! 👈

[troloyunu]

HIHI HELLO as you might have noticed I just had to catch up on a LOT of your art. Because even though i follow you with notifs activated your posts somehow never show up on my dash 🫠 anyway i know for a fact i've said this at least 3 times before both on and off anon, but: i love your art style so much, you have a way with color that blows my mind every single time

Every time you make art of a character, there's just so much personality emanating from the drawing and it makes me fall in love with it a little. You're a true artist and I hope you always find as much joy in your art as I can attest everybody else does. Happy new year :]

AAAAH

AAAAAAAAH

aaahaahaaAHHHHHHHHHH

Holy shit thank you so so soooo much 😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ i know i keep saying this but i have been having a hard time getting back to actually drawing (other than... Eye doodles on my school notebooks) because of university so i have been feeling really guilty for not posting anything even though im still here lurking, so this is really REALLY encouraging. Even the fact that you have my notifs on??? Is so sweet??? And like being called a true artist is going to make me cry thank you so much?? This is literally the sweetest ask ever im so grateful for all the support, which is what keeps me from not deleting my blog in a fit of guilt and insecurity sometimes.

You are the nicest, once more, thank you a bunch for taking the time to brighten my day. Hope you have a great one yourself!!!

[dreamtydraw]

hiya dreamty!

it's been so long (*´-`) I've been all over the place recently, so I didn't really have time to write a message (though I have been lurking)

I hope you're doing well! I saw you released a new game, and I'm really excited to play it soon!

also have been loving all your fields of mistria art! (*^-^) I started playing a few days ago, and I absolutely love the game!

I just wanted to do a small check-in to let you know I am still around (^-^*) just a little (very) busy atm (._.)

anyway! I hope you'll have a great day!

~🌿

Hiii plant anon i’m so happy to read from you again ! I really hope you’re doing well or at least doing better than me. For context I’m writting this post curled painfully in my bed tired but incapable to sleep because i want to threw up.

ON NICER MESSAGE TO POST- yeah i published a new game ! Sleeping under spells took way much time of release ( it was suppose to come out two months ago ) because there was tons of problems regarding coding so I was really happy to finaly publish if ! Also I’m happy that it did not gate the same fate as Tulipe for being a game not published during a jam, I’m happy it got some visibility !

Hope you’re having a good time on fom !!! I sadly have less time to play it but the game is so good !!!

Also never worry about dissapearing for a while anon, I’m always happy to receive an ask of you whenver ! Love you a lot and hope you’re having a wonderful day !!!!

[meiieiri]

Hi! I'm the anon from the Princess Diana comparison to your Prince Gojo story, I really loved your new chapter! As I expected. You also seem really smart, as I see you're a biopharmaceutical researcher if I remember correctly. But I could also tell by how beautifully you write.

Your new chapter really made me understand Gojo's character in your story so much more, even though he can be cruel I can see why he's so...messed up, no excuses for his lack of empathy or disgust towards people he deems as lower than him but his parents remind me so much of my own.

I couldn't for some reason stop thinking about what you wrote at the bottom of your message when I told you about my reaction to angst due to my depression, I genuinely couldn't stop thinking about it, it was so genuine and heartfelt to me even if I seem overdramatic by writing this because it may seem like a little to others, I don't know if I've ever gotten such a sweet message before, it was genuinely so kind of you. Even if it was short(NOT saying I think that's a bad thing I actually appreciated it more) it was so sweet💖🥺. It genuinely went straight to my heart😅🙃 which I don't think has happened before so thank you for that Hun💖

Anyway all dramatics aside, I can't wait to read more, of course reading your new chapter I cried for well everyone in the story actually. It was so beautifully written, better than most books that are deemed as "great modern romance novels" now and I feel like if you weren't in STEM, you'd do amazing in writing in general. Your works could be a literal book that sells incredibly well.

Anyway stay safe Hun and have a beautiful...well forever and everything 💖 of course I'll still be lurking 😅💖💖💖

Omg girl, I haven’t seen this ask! ✨💕 Thank you and I’m seriously blushing so much I think I’m gonna implode. Anyway, no worries about me comforting you, we gotta stick together even if some folks forget that sometimes and it’s not overdramatic at all for you to be expressing all this. Your emotions are valid. You matter. And though I am person you don’t even know, I see you and I can’t get enough of how enough you truly are.

And about me being in STEM, I actually just finished up with some heavy laboratory work and results turned out so great that I did a happy dance in my office and then proceeded to post this new chapter because the relief I feel after burning through my laboratory research fund is so satisfying because that means I could write more frequently now. I can’t wait to hear more from you and I hope you always stay safe and a thousand hugs to you, nonnie! 💕💕💕

[misc-obeyme]

Hello CC! Long time no C (see? See the pun?), 🐚🦀 anon here! I’m so sorry to have disappeared without a word for several months (8? Probably a lot more.) Life happened and I played the games and interacted in fandom a lot less, but now I’m back to at least lurking.

I hope that life’s been treating you well these past few months, I do lurk in your profile to see what’s going on. Just found out about the anon ‘harem’ / crush club / [insert other name here] (not joining the fray because Simeon and Asmo still have my heart.)

But other than that I really just wanted to check in on you and let you that I’m not dead, although knowing me I might disappear for a several months at a time. Maybe slip a thought under your door like a cat does with mice under the couch.

So tl;dr, how are you? I’m not dead but will pretend to be until I don’t.

Have a great day and week/month! Take care of yourself!

-🐚🦀 anon

Welcome back!! Thank you for delivering me this pun, it made me giggle. I love puns so much lol.

Anyway, don't be sorry, it's totally fine! I don't mind at all. I have some anons who sent me one ask and then never came back, so no worries! I'm always happy to see any of my anons, whenever they feel like stopping in!

While I fully appreciate all the people who have expressed an interesting in joining my harem (which does not exist) or crush club (which I will allow), I would never want to take you from Simeon and Asmo~ and of course I'm happy just to have you all as friends too~

Thank you for letting me know you're not dead! I always do wonder a bit if anons I haven't heard from in a while are okay. I just assume life got busy and they have less internet time because that's usually how it goes!

As for me, uh... life is lifeing I guess? I have good days and bad days, that's just the way of it, I think. I'm trying to learn to take better care of myself than I do. And like I think I'm making progress but then sometimes there are setbacks. Such is the way it always goes, though! So I would say I'm about average lol.

It was great to hear from you of course and I hope that things are going well for you! Please feel free to come back any time, I always enjoying hearing from you!

[belltrigger]

Hello again ! It is I, the anonymous headcanon guy !

(I'd like to thank you for your kind words from the last time, first. I am still trying to figure out how tumblr works, but hopfully i'll be able to not be anonymous anymore !)

I came up with another headcanon, i hope you won't mind too much about me sharing it with you !

I see often with the twins that Emmet, the little brother, is a little shit and irresponsible, whereas Ingo is the epitome of the Dad Friend(tm).

I don't think it should go that way. Twins are differents than normal siblings. First, they are born together, so the normal(tm) sibling behavior don't stick to them (it also bother me a little to see Emmet getting the full little brother instinct whereas Ingo only get the Dad Friend one. Older siblings often bullies their younger siblings, but we don't see that hmm ? Anyway-)

I think their personality towards each other should be more equal, like both goofy and responsible.

Also, and this one is a little more personal, i heard that siblings (often seen with twins) have some sort of pack thing going on, like one being the leader and the other following. It may seems like, since Emmet is the LB(tm), he should follow and Ingo should lead, but it doesn't feel right to me (i often see that Ingo will lead in discussions, or do some things like going to someone or things like that. I know that Emmet is heavily autism coded, but Ingo has been portrayed as well, and I don't see why, just because he is less heavily portrayed he should carry the "leader" role. It feels like, since he is more normal, he can function. I find that bad, for lack of better words)

I think they should both lead, as they share a job with the same responsibilities, and both are good trainers with diverses pokemons (meaning one didn't dictate how both of their teams should look like, they both chose).

Anyway, to make it short, i think that both of them should be equal, and not simply little and big brothers (especially for twins, this is kind of a stupid thing. I mean, I get the little and big brother jokes, but in all seriousness, it shouldn't matters.)

Sorry for the long, long post but it really is something that i wanted to share, as it is something that's very close to me.

I hope you found it interesting !

Hello AHG! ヾ(•ω•`)o I hope you are doing well! Tumblr can be a little bit different from other sites, this is true! Take your time, lurk where you'd like, and if you ever feel comfortable (or capable!) of coming off Anon, I'd love for you to let me know!

And yeah!! Send me your head-canons, even once you figure out how tumblr works! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ Or post them and let me know where you're doing it so that I can follow you! I love reading head-canons! It's cool to hear people explain why they have them and the twins are SO open to interpretation! (As a preamble to your head-canon, so much is fanon and sometimes it can be quite frustrating that a certain thing has taken hold.)

I do think official media with them, despite having quite a few variations (Anime Submas, Manga/Special Submas, Original Game Submas, Masters Submas are the big ones), is a bit more close to how you are thinking about it. They're both shown as responsible in certain ways, and goofy in others.

In fact, fanart on the Japanese side of things often interprets Anime Emmet as the responsible one. The only problem with that is the anime is also technically the source of your woes, as I am pretty certain that is where people found out that Ingo being the older twin is 'canon.' If you look at content older than that, you'll find it was pretty even on who was treated as the younger brother and/or it not mattering as much.

Personally, I have gone back and forth for how I like to portray them in my stories. Like you, I love them being equal, them reveling in the idea of their twinship, and being each other's biggest rivals.

Alas, I think we can "blame" Pokemon Legends Arceus for people treating Ingo like "the dad friend" in current fanon. Between people seeing him anywhere between a protective uncle to outright finding him attractive and appealing as a romantic partner, Ingo has become "an adult to trust" to many people. As I am older than the twins' accepted fanon age, I really and truly don't have any Uncle or Dad feelings towards him, so perhaps that's why I treat him more like a brother than anything.

Something I do like to note is the fact that Ingo (in the Japanese version of the anime) uses 'kyoudai (siblings)' to refer to them, and not 'futago(twins).' However, Emmet (also in the Japanese version of the anime) calls Ingo "Nii-san(older brother)." So, clearly the anime is hung up on creating older brother/younger brother dynamics between them, and despite people not liking the design choices of Ingo (not having the :< expression), it is a pretty sizable chunk of characterization and screen time. It's possible that people are leaning into that for their fanon.

I can't speak to the autism thing as I am not diagnosed with austim myself, but what I can say is that English fanon for how they speak is somewhat different from the Japanese tone of their speech is. It's clearly the work of localization, because honestly the way Emmet and Ingo talk is extremely heavily loaded with stuff that doesn't translate easily. None of this negates people identifying with the twins, assigning stim or tics to them, or any head-canons revolving around it. I just think there's fascinating tone changes between each version!

For example! English fanon says that Emmet speaks very stilted, which has been translated as him possibly scripting, not liking to talk, having anxiety, etc. And while it is true that Emmet speaks in short sentences, he also talks in childish, improper, and 'rude' ways in the Japanese version. This is counter-balance to Ingo who speaks in an incredibley archaic, old-man style, absolutely stuffed with politeness. (And Ingo's method of speech is entirely why I suspect *he* was the twin thrown into Hisui, if they only picked one.)

Interestingly, their method of talking about themselves in Masters is also fascinating! Everyone knows that Emmet says "I am Emmet." (I feel his 'Boku Kudari' in Japanese is cuter, but I am biased, I think). But he *also* talks like he's a dude who works at the Subway with his brother, although he really appreciates his position and feels so much honor and respect for it. Ingo, however, speaks like he is *intrinsically* part of the Subway, as though he is a fixture there and not a guy who puts on a uniform he greatly respects. The Subway is something bigger than him, and he is a part of it; Emmet on the other hand is himself and the Subway is part of *him.*

The above is just my interepretation of their speech patterns and how they carry themselves because honestly *there is just so much space to fill.*

This got SUPER BRAVO long, so-! Oops! But I do find your headcanons verrrrry interesting! When I am done working on my commission, perhaps I will think about writing a fic where they are equals! I would like to think some of my stories would suit your needs, but perhaps I need to make more! Eheh

Thank you so so much for your ask!! o(*°▽°*)o