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fgumi · 1 month ago

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🌿•₊✧💻⋆⭒˚☕️｡⋆ CATCH A BREAK

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 { PAIRING; non-idol!taesan x reader, GENRE; fluff, romance, uni!au, one shot, WC; 5.9k, WARNING(S); profanity, alcohol consumption, ASK; maybe you cld write a scenario for bnd's taesan? where he's in university and he meets the reader, A/N; for @dendrobiumorchid, hey! hey... it's been a long time since you sent this request in... i finally caught the writer's wind to write it. i don't know if it fully captures what you wanted, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless because i loved writing it heh. }

taesan sighed. a new semester. the last one was hardly kind to him. he knew mechanical engineering was going to be a difficult major. he thought, at the very least, he’d enjoy the college experience. but, no… meche was leeching away at his very soul. when will he catch a break?

soon, apparently.

first day of class and everyone was buzzing with excitement, fresh off the break sharing vacation stories and whatnot. they were so loud. his break was just him working, spending a few days of the holiday with family, working, contemplating whether or not engineering was for him, and… you guessed it. working.

he trudged into the lecture hall, the strap of his backpack barely hanging onto his shoulder, and sat himself in the back. because it was a required course, the class was full. more people filed in, sitting any spot that they could find.

the professor strode in, silencing the crowd with an authoritative tap on the microphone. a syllabus and a couple of slides later, taesan’s eyes briefly flickered to the creaky doors opening. he watched as you hurried in, windswept hair, silently apologizing to your professor before making your way to a seat.

—

you groaned. you could not have had a worse start to your semester. you barely managed to make it back to campus this morning after your flight was continuously delayed. you planned to come the day before so you could situate yourself a little, but all you had time to do was chuck your suitcases in your room and sprint to class. not to mention, tabling for the semester had started and everyone was trying to get people to join their orgs. usually, you’d stop and listen intently, but today was not that day. the tablers thought otherwise though. not one, not two, but three people stopped on your mad dash to class.

are you interested in joining ballroom dancing? not really! sorry! i’m late to class!

would you like to join women in stem? i would but can’t right now! late!

do you wanna donate to sigma alpha epsilon? NO! can’t you see i’m fucking late?

oops. you felt bad (not really). you’re usually a very polite person. today was just not your day.

you managed to find your lecture hall, only 10 minutes late. you tried to open the doors silently, except they had no plans to stay silent. the squeaky hinges alerted your professor that you arrived. you sheepishly bowed, trying to convey your apology, before trying to find a seat. a seat in this full lecture. wow. this was awkwa— oh! there’s a seat!

your eyes met another’s. instinctually, you averted your gaze, focusing on your feet as you made your way to the empty seat.

since it was in the middle of the row and you didn’t feel like crawling over all those poor people, you climbed all the way to the back of the room. when you got behind the empty seat, you noticed a backpack on it. you looked at the girl on the right and saw her backpack by her feet. so, you safely assumed it was the guy on the left’s. you crouched down and tapped his shoulder. he glanced over, meeting your eyes. oh shoot. it was the guy you made awkward eye contact with.

“i’m so sorry, but do you mind if i sit here?” you whispered. he just nodded and removed his backpack, turning back to his notes.

you dropped your backpack in front of the seat and stiffly climbed over, careful to not kick anyone’s head. once you plopped in your seat, you quickly got your laptop out, taking notes over what your professor was currently speaking about.

—

a wildly awkward entrance. an even more awkward attempt at silently getting into the seat beside him. taesan wanted to laugh. not at you, persay. there he sat thinking that his life sort of sucked, but then you came in. flushed and looking a bit out of place. as sorry as it might be, he found some comfort in your misfortune.

at the end of the lecture, taesan felt the tension leave your body—or rather, saw—when your body melted in the seat and you threw your head back with a groan. while he packed up his pencil case, he caught you scrolling through the lecture pdf, trying to see what you missed. he could offer you his notes. taesan looked down at his notebook… maybe not. he doubted that you’d be able to read it.

before he could make up his mind, you slammed your laptop shut and shoved it in your backpack. you followed the rest of the stragglers out of the lecture hall, leaving taesan to retract his hand and close his mouth with words left unsaid.

now, taesan didn’t give you much thought after that. why would he? he didn’t know you. but, you did start appearing in his head after he noticed that you kept sitting by him for the following lectures. like you were assigned that seat.

you weren’t late anymore. sometimes, you were even earlier than him. this led to the two of you sharing polite nods and pleasant smiles but nothing more. until a month in.

he knew from the syllabus that grading was divided between attendance, exams, and partner projects. was he looking forward to those projects? absolutely not. he hated them. people inevitably got distracted and couldn’t manage their own pace.

by the end of lecture, he was paired with some guy named jaehyun for the first partner project. the guy seemed great. a little too social for his liking, though. in taesan’s mind, overly social people tended to be less committed to completing their part of the project. so, he mentally prepared himself to do the majority of it by himself.

but, taesan also found himself a bit disappointed. he didn’t have anyone that he would have preferred over jaehyun—he didn’t know anyone in that class—but he was curious about you. he’s seen how you take notes. you followed the lecture and put in your own comments between content notes, little things here and there that personalized your learning. he admired it. so much so, taesan started doing it himself. he wondered what your name was…

taesan didn’t have to wonder for too long. in the middle of one of his and jaehyun’s meetups, you came bouncing along.

“hey, myungjae!” you smiled. that was new. the only facial expressions taesan had ever seen on you was confusion, despair, and frustration. this… this was a nice change.

jaehyun waved back with a big grin. “well, if it isn’t the queen herself, miss y/n.”

taesan noted your name, saying it a couple of times in his head. it was a nice name. it suited you.

you rolled your eyes and gave him a smack on the shoulder. “stop calling me that. literally no one else calls me that.”

“i’d beg to differ.” jaehyun wiggled his finger at you. “leehan calls you that all the time.”

“that’s only because i feed his fish when he’s at work,” you replied. you glanced at taesan curiously before recognition bloomed on your face. “hey! you’re the guy that i sit next to in class.”

taesan awkwardly smiled. “ya… i’m taesan.”

“y/n,” you nodded back, returning his smile with the same cordial one you give him in class. (darn. taesan felt disappointment when you didn’t give him the same smile as jaehyun. why was he disappointed?) you turned your focus back to jaehyun. “i didn’t know you knew taesan.”

“we’re partners for the partner project!”

you blinked. “what partner project?”

jaehyun sighed, giving you a flat look. “the one in class?”

one. two. three. four. five—

“holy shit! you’re in that class too?” you exclaimed with wide eyes.

jaehyun clutched his chest, throwing himself to the side. “my queen doesn’t perceive me. she doesn’t even know we share a class together.”

taesan watched as you wrestled jaehyun, who was being dramatic and acting like you were actually hurting him. you were a brighter person outside of class, knowledge that taesan wouldn’t have been privy to if it weren’t for this partner project. taesan found himself smiling at your light laughs and quips about jaehyun’s airheadedness. he glanced at the time. shoot. he had to go to work.

“sorry,” taesan said as he packed up his stuff. “i gotta head out, but we can text about the rest of the stuff.”

you pulled away from jaehyun, letting the poor guy catch his breath. “oh my— i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize that i was bothering you guys for that long.”

taesan waved nonchalantly. “it’s okay. this was more of an impromptu, just to iron out some details. we were practically done when you came.”

you pouted. cute. cute? cute? taesan internally froze. you were cute?

whatever you said after, he didn’t catch. his mind was currently scrambling about how he found someone (you) cute. he subconsciously nodded at whatever you were saying and made his leave, making an excuse that he was about to be really late. as he hurried away, he heard you tell jaehyun. “maybe he doesn’t like boba.”

funny you should say that. he was on his way to his job… which was making boba.

as taesan sealed the drink he was currently making, his thoughts drifted back to you. the girl that sat next to him during class. the girl that he academically admired enough to copy her notetaking style. the girl that very awkwardly made an appearance in his life. the girl he found cute.

after he called out the drink, he turned and groaned, leaning on his coworker, woonhak. “woonhak, i think my years are getting to me.”

woonhak, his junior by two years, patted him on the head. “you are getting old, man. but, don’t worry. i hear that the standard of living for old people is getting higher.”

taesan whipped his head up and punched woonhak’s shoulder. as the younger man whined and rubbed his shoulder, taesan rinsed the dishes in the sink.

“okay, i’ll bite. what makes you say that?” woonhak asked.

taesan shook his hands before wiping away the excess water off with a rag. “there’s this girl—”

“a girl!?” taesan’s glare silenced woonhak’s exaggerated gasp.

“i knew her—well, not really—but i finally met her and… i found her cute…” taesan trailed off, putting away the refrigerated items left on the counter.

“hold on. you found a girl cute,” woonhak tilted his head. “and that’s why i became a victim of violence? dude, it’s normal to find people attractive.”

“i know. it’s just that i’ve been knowing her. she sits next to me in class. it’s just… i didn’t think of her as anything until i knew her name,” taesan murmured.

woonhak stroked his chin. “names are a powerful kind of magic.”

taesan stared at woonhak blankly before sighing. “you’ve been playing d&d too much.”

woonhak’s cheeks puffed out, his defense bubbling in his throat before he noticed the customer at the register. he turned to them and put on his brightest smile. “hi! what can i get you today?”

taesan moved beside woonhak to hear the order when he heard his name from a familiar voice. “taesan?”

he looked up and saw you. you brightened when you saw that you were right. “you work here?”

at that moment, he thanked his barber for accidentally leaving the sides of his hair long because he knew the tips of his ears were beginning to redden. “oh, hey. ya, i do.”

“i guess you do like boba! when you didn’t reply to my offer to buy you boba, i thought you hated it or something.” your grin was very blinding. at least to him, seeing how he was only familiar with the details of your face when you were feeling negative emotions. wait. details of your face? oh shoot. taesan was screwed.

he let out an awkward chuckle. “ya… i didn’t see a point since i work at a boba shop…” you offered to buy him boba? as an apology for interrupting his meeting with jaehyun? fuck, he didn’t hear that.

“oh… well! how about i buy you food instead? i feel really bad about the whole—”

“no! it’s okay. really…”

you blinked at his interjection and then laughed. “well, you can’t stop me from tipping you then. you do get your tips, right? i heard some owners don’t give their employees the tips.”

woonhak gasped. “are you serious?”

you nodded earnestly. “my friend, leehan, doesn’t get the tips because he gets paid a flat rate. it’s stupid, really. so, i just venmo him the tip.”

“that’s diabolical. that should be illegal,” woonhak sighed with a shake of his head.

you hummed in agreement before looking up at the menu. “do you mind if i order?”

“oh, not at all!” woonhak’s hand hovered the screen. while you were still contemplating your order, taesan braved taking a glance at your face. what details was he remembering?

your overall face did seem happier than what he was used to in class. you seemed lighter. the corners of your lips weren’t downturned like usual, quirked the slightest bit upward as you pouted. your tired eyes were brighter, glistening almost, like they held more life. usually, you looked dead, focusing on the lecture and your notes. your hair was more kempt, though he did find himself liking the messy updos you did in class.

“and will that be all?” woonhak’s voice broke his train of thought. taesan blinked. he missed your entire order. he looked at the pos and saw an oolong milk tea with grass jelly. coincidentally, his favorite drink. it’s like fate— no. he is not letting himself get delusional.

he forced himself to make the drink quickly, handing it to you after wiping it down. you smiled at him. “see you in class!”

taesan’s gaze lingered on you as you walked away until you were out of view. he turned to woonhak who was already looking at him with a smirk.

“oh. you’ve got it bad,” woonhak laughed. he clapped in excitement and threw his arm around taesan’s shoulders. “don’t worry. i think you got a chance.”

woonhak released taesan to check how much of a tip you left. his eyes widened before he hit taesan’s arm. “dude, you definitely got a chance. she tipped $20.”

taesan gawked at the amount. you were generous. it made him smile a bit, but he schooled his expression. he couldn’t give woonhak more things to tease him about. he’d just have to thank you in class.

and he did. thank you, that is.

you just brushed him off with a smile, saying it was no big deal. but, the smile was different this time. no strain. the politeness was still there, but there was more. genuine joy. not as big as the one you gave jaehyun, but better than the one you usually gave him. it felt nice. but, with this, he was scared. what if he started craving more? like seeing you out of class? or trading numbers to compare notes? well, now that he put that into his head, taesan was definitely gonna start hoping that. stupid.

as much as he tried to stamp those feelings down, over the next few weeks, he did start seeing you more out of class. out of coincidence, of course. it started with small waves across the food hall. then, it was whenever you passed each other on campus. then, it was at jaehyun’s party.

“dude, you need to come. you literally carried the whole project. the least i could do is help you unwind this weekend.” jaehyun’s eyes were round and hopeful. it was hard to say no. so, taesan said yes.

taesan isn’t a partier though. he actually hates crowds. they’re loud, messy, and… sticky—whether it be from sweat or spilled alcohol… he dreaded to think of any other reasons. but, jaehyun reassured him. it’d be a get-together in his apartment, so the crowd won’t be too big. taesan somehow doubted it, but he still found himself going. with woonhak, of course.

“can’t believe you know the myung jaehyun and you’re inviting me to one of his parties,” woonhak said, jumping with excitement. “he only ever invites his circles and they’re all cool.”

taesan rolled his eyes as they walked to jaehyun’s apartment. “this isn’t some hallmark movie, woonhak. everyone’s normal. they aren’t any cooler than you or me.”

taesan didn’t often take back his words. he prided himself on only sharing universal facts or opinions that he firmly stood by. but, there you were, making taesan eat his words. you were off to the side behind a small dj set, mixing some of the best club mixes he’s ever heard.

woonhak bumped his shoulder, returning with two drinks in his hand. “they aren’t any cooler, huh? that’s not what your face says.” woonhak sipped his drink as taesan absentmindly took his.

you looked so free. headset wrapped around your neck, hands busy with the dials. you were the definition of cool. you just mixed girls generation’s gee into gd x taeyang’s good boy. who does that? you. you did that. and, people were eating it up, loving the build up and drop.

what he’d usually think is just loud noise, taesan found himself enjoying, grooving with woonhak who was having a blast.

“yooo! taesan! you made it!” jaehyun approached him with open arms. taesan moved his drink just out of reach before jaehyun gave him a bear hug. “i honestly wasn’t sure if you were gonna come! i was scared i got y/n’s hopes up for nothing!”

you were hoping he’d come? though taesan was smirking, internally, he was doing flips and feeling mildly shy. “apparently, i couldn't miss the myung jaehyun’s party.”

“please! it’s just a get-together,” jaehyun said with a shrug.

taesan’s eyebrow quirked. “a get-together… with a dj?”

jaehyun glanced at you before grinning brightly. “it’s just y/n! even though her mixes are insane.”

taesan laughed before taking a sip of his drink. the burn of alcohol was slight but enough to make him recoil a bit. jaehyun laughed at his reaction. “is it strong? i told y/n to go easy on the tequila.”

at taesan’s shrug, jaehyun just patted him on the back. “come on! let’s go say hi to y/n!”

jaehyun grabbed his arm and pulled him a step forward before turning back to woonhak. “you too!” jaehyun let go of taesan to wrap his arm around woonhak’s shoulder, pulling him and taesan through the crowd. when they approached you, you were talking to another guy who was leaning a bit close for it to be a casual conversation. it made taesan squirm inside. alright, let’s calm down. she’s just your classmate.

you looked up from your conversation and yelled. “taesan! you came!”

when the guy looked put-off by you pulling away from him, taesan couldn’t help but feel a bit smug. but, there’s nothing to feel smug about. stop it. just because you were coming up to taesan right now with open arms and the world’s most blinding smile—it doesn’t mean anything. because taesan doesn’t have a crush on you.

you wrapped your arms around him and he gently returned it. you pulled away, only slightly, to look up at him. taesan could make out the slight blush—he means flush—on your cheeks. you gave him a dopey smile. “i’m glad you came! i’m a bit tipsy heh.”

as if taesan caught on fire, you jumped back and covered your gasp with your hand. “sorry! i don’t know if you’re comfortable with hugs. i should’ve asked before—”

“you’re fine, y/n.” taesan softly patted your head which made you smile again.

you turned to woonhak and pointed. “boba guy!”

woonhak sheepishly waved back when jaehyun grabbed him by the shoulders. “do you work at the boba shop?”

woonhak nodded, leaning back slightly at jaehyun’s closeness. jaehyun suddenly hugged him. “dude, you’re my new friend. i freaking love boba.”

you side-eyed jaehyun. it was a cute expression. shit. no. stop it, taesan.

you abruptly linked your arm with taesan. “well, taesan’s been my friend and he also works at the boba shop. i had an insider before you.” you stuck your tongue out at jaehyun before leaning up to whisper in taesan’s ear (which was heating up at your proximity). “i don’t want free boba or anything. i’m just competing against jaehyun.”

“ya, right. you don’t even have your friend’s number,” jaehyun scoffed, jutting his hip out sassily.

your jaw dropped. you scrambled to pull out your phone. “i’m sorry, but would you mind giving me your number?”

taesan could see woonhak smirking out of the corner of his eye. he held back his sigh. he was definitely gonna hear about this at work. he took your phone and put in his number, saving himself as taesan (seatmate). when he returned it to you, you pouted. he watched you type on your phone before you showed him your screen. taesan 🐈‍⬛🥳.

“you’re not just my seatmate, silly. you’re my friend!” if you grinned any wider, taesan was scared he was going to be permanently blinded. he just smiled at you and patted your head again.

“yes, ma’am,” he replied softly. your eyes crinkled and taesan didn’t know how he was still standing. he’ll finally admit it to himself. you were cute, so painfully cute.

the night continued with you and jaehyun bickering between songs, jaehyun whisking away woonhak to show him all his pokemon cards, you asking taesan a million questions about himself, and taesan returning the favor by asking “what about you?”.

by the end of the party, taesan knew that you preferred listening to soft songs over the k-pop edm that you mix. he knew that you loved feeling the sun on your face but also got really sleepy from it. he knew how you took your matcha (not coffee because you couldn’t handle how bitter it was). he knew that you couldn’t internalize study material without eating ramen at least twice during your study session. he knew a bunch of things about you now. the downsides? he admits he has crush on you and it’s grown and may have a tiny chokehold on him.

of course, it wasn’t confirmed until he noticed himself searching for you in ordinary things. every matcha order he makes, he thought about how you’d rate it based off of your order. every time the sun peaked through the clouds, he thought about how you’d wanna take a nap. every song he came across, he thought about putting it in a playlist he most certainly did not make after learning about your preferences.

okay, so maybe he did like you a little more than he initially thought. but, it doesn’t stop him from acting normal in class. thank goodness. you two carried on, attending lectures now as friends. you indeed did start comparing notes after exchanging numbers, studying together in your apartment even. taesan found himself amused whenever you stopped to make some ramen. you started hanging out from time to time, jaehyun and woonhak included at the most random times. but, he cherished when it was just you two. and, usually, it was when you wanted to go on nightly bike rides.

“it’s too dangerous for me to walk. at least, on a bike, i can speed away from any assailants!” you explained to him with determination. he shook his head, finding you endearing.

it was after these nights that taesan knew he was falling in love with you. whenever he was at work and couldn’t text you, woonhak said he was sulking too much, being more unapproachable than usual. sometimes, he’d make your matcha order just to better remember the time you introduced him to your favorite matcha place. during other partner projects, he thought about how you might go about the topics. on his walks home after work, he wished he was out riding bikes with you, screaming about everything and nothing. whenever he heard k-pop songs playing at work, he thought about the new mixes you’d send him for a sneak peak. on the days the wind was a little harsh on the way to class, he’d crave the way you’d subconsciously cuddle into his side.

one day, you didn’t show up to class. taesan waited. 10 minutes turned into 20, then 30. taesan could hardly focus on the lecture. where were you? he shot you a text. are you okay?

you sent one back just as fast. i feel like there’s a rave going on in my head :(

excuse me? taesan stared at his phone concerned. do you need to go to the er?

noooo! i’m just gonna rot in bed and hope the vaporub does its magic 🙂

as soon as the professor dismissed everyone, taesan shoved everything in his backpack haphazardly and rushed out. what makes sick people feel better? soup, right?

he quickly texted woonhak, asking him to cover his shift. when woonhak agreed and probed why, taesan just said your name. woonhak didn’t ask after that. he just sent a smirking emoji that taesan rolled his eyes at.

he rushed home and put a pot on the stove. he threw open his fridge, glasses clinking violently. taesan stared at his fridge for ingredients. he knew the turmeric in the seasoning pantry would help. he had half of his rotisserie chicken left. he looked at the carrots but remembered you weren’t a fan. he noted the minced ginger and lemons. okay, chicken noodle soup. a classic.

taesan got to work, chopping up all the ingredients in bite-sized pieces and shredding the chicken. he grabbed the chicken stock from his pantry and poured it into the pot. he threw garlic, ginger, turmeric, onions, celery, etc. and started heating it up. he taste-tested every so often, making sure that it’d at least taste good. by the end, taesan was proud to say it was definitely homemade chicken noodle soup. he sprinkled in some cayenne since he knew how much you liked spicy food. he packed it all up in a soup container and texted you. omw to yours!

he stared at the box on his counter, debating whether or not to give it to you. would this be a good time? would it seem inconsiderate? taesan groaned before tucking it under his arm and heading out. his phone buzzed, a reply from you. but you might get sick :(

taesan smiled and shook his head. as if that would stop him from seeing his girl. oh. his girl? you’re not his girl. yet, he hoped.

he near sprinted to your apartment, waving down the people in the lobby to fob him up to your floor. before he knocked on your door, he caught his breath, trying to appear normal. after a few minutes, he knocked and was surprised by how quickly you answered.

oh, you were so cute, wearing a snuggie and the fluffy cat pajama pants he got you for secret santa.

“you didn’t have to come,” you croaked, moving aside so he could step in. as you closed the door behind him, you peered curiously at the box in his arms. “whatcha got there?”

taesan turned and presented you the box. “i made you soup since you’re sick and all.”

you tilted your head in confusion. “where’s the soup?”

he looked down at his hands. holy— where’s the soup? then, he remembered. when he finally decided to bring the box, he forgot to grab the soup on the counter. he groaned and hung his head.

“i might have forgot it,” he muttered. he’s so stupid. how could he forget the whole purpose of him coming here?

you giggled and then winced. “well, what did you bring instead?”

taesan quickly hid the box behind his back and nervously laughed. “nothing! nothing. how about i go back to my apartment and bring the soup?”

“you don’t have to,” you shook your head slowly. “you can, however, tell me what the box is.”

“uh, i’m gonna go back and get the soup!” taesan yelped as he shuffled around you, careful to keep the box out of your reach.

you frowned (cutely, taesan would add). “but, you’re already here. so is the box.”

“how about i give you the box after i get the soup?” taesan tried to reason.

“how about you leave the box and go get the soup—so you don’t forget it again—and i take a peak in the box?” you suggested cheekily. you wiggled your eyebrows at him, swaying a little. oh, how taesan would never win against you.

“if you promise to wait until i give you the soup, i’ll leave the box.”

you paused and thought about it. you sighed and agreed in defeat. “fine. i’ll wait.”

“good girl,” taesan smirked as he set the box on the kitchen counter. you handed him your keys as he opened the door. “i’ll know if you tried to open it by the way.”

as you rolled your eyes, taesan left, his heart racing. he really hoped you wouldn’t open the box until he was back. what if you didn’t wanna see him after? he wouldn’t be able to give you your soup and then he’d have to eat this soup knowing that you hated him.

the anxiety fueled him. he did a full sprint to his apartment and raced up the stairs. he snatched the soup container and raced back down. like the world was smiling down on him, people were already going into your complex so he slipped in with them. he couldn’t stop tapping his foot impatiently, glaring at the numbers going up slowly. when it finally stopped on your floor, his feet stomped down the hall to your door.

he opened your apartment door to see you on the couch, poking at the box sadly. when you heard him come in, your head whipped up which made you wince. he shook his head and lightly scolded you. “you’re gonna make your headache worse.”

“i was just excited to see you,” you muttered. man, that made him a bit hopeful.

he smiled as he dug through your drawers for a spoon before presenting you with the soup. you clapped softly and took it. “did you make it?”

taesan nodded shyly. “sorry if it doesn’t taste that good. but, it will help you get better. so, i expect you to finish it.”

when you took your first sip, taesan could’ve sworn your eyes twinkled.

“taesan, no joke, this is so good,” you praised, taking more spoonfuls.

taesan let out a sigh of relief before plopping down next to you. “i’m glad. i would’ve gone home and cried if you said it was bad.”

you hummed before setting down the soup. you faced him, then pointed at the box. “can i open it now?”

just like that, tension reentered his body. fuck. he did say that he’d give it to you after he got the soup. “y-yes?”

grinning, you grabbed the box and began to open it. taesan leaned forward and placed his hand on top of the box. “before you open it, can you promise me one thing?”

you looked at him, blinking in confusion. “what’s up?”

“you won’t hate me after?” taesan hated how desparate that came out.

you just laughed and grabbed his hand. wow, yours were so warm.

“taesan, i could never hate you—unless this box was holding my mom’s head in it. sorry, that was morbid.” it was your turn to nervously laugh. but, for whatever reason, it let taesan relax a little.

when you opened the box, a soft gasp left you. you pulled out the ippodo kanza matcha and the matcha bowl taesan crafted for you in a pottery class he took. you placed them on the counter as taesan watched in anticipation. you took out the spotify code tag that taesan had bought from etsy. then, the small jar full of folded up papers followed. finally, you found the letter sitting at the bottom.

taesan was itching, his breathing becoming uneven. he stood up, startling you, and sat at the dining table. you looked at him confused.

“sorry, i don’t think i can be next to you when you read that,” taesan laughed oddly.

you snorted and opened the letter. he couldn’t watch you read it. he fiddled with his fingers, letting himself pick out the details on the textured walls of your apartment.

he couldn’t bear thinking of what you’d think of his letter. it contained everything. how he really treasured your friendship. how he treasured you.

how he loved how particular you were about your matcha. how he loved your studying quirk of eating ramen twice. how he loved riding bikes at night with you. how he loved your dj music even though he hates edm.

how you changed his college experience. how engineering, though it was still hard, became bearable after meeting you. how you made this semester the happiest semester of his life. how your smiles became his encouragement. how your laugh was best kind of music life had to offer. how warm your presence was even during the coldest days. how he wanted to be that person for you.

how he wanted to be the guy that makes the matcha that makes you hum in happiness. how he wanted to be the one making you your second and third ramen on a particularly rough study night. how he wanted to keep being the only person you sent your new mixes to. how he wanted to be yours if you’d have him.

it was cheesy, taesan knows. but, it was his feelings. the feelings that he tried to eat and forget about.

when he heard sniffling, he glanced up at you. tears had welled up in your eyes, a few droplets making their way onto the letter. you lifted your head, trying to will the tears back into your tear ducts. your reaction had taesan nervous. were these good tears? were these goodbye tears? did he ruin everything? did he—

“come over here, stupid.” you glared at him. taesan hesitantly returned to his spot on the couch. you pulled out your phone and tapped away before giving him your phone. he gingerly took it.

my bf 🥰

oh… you were dating someone else… that’s embarrassing. taesan should’ve known. were there signs he ignored? was he that blind? this was—

as if you read his mind, you leaned over and opened your text messages with your boyfriend. it felt wrong looking at them. but, taesan couldn’t help but peak at them.

oh. oh! taesan’s head whipped up and stared at you with his mouth open. these were the texts between you two.

“yes, you big, slow dummy. i would love for you to be mine because i’ve been yours since forever.”

so, yes. taesan did catch a break. he caught the biggest break of his life. you.

bonus moment!

“do you have the lecture notes from today?” you asked, drinking the lukewarm soup. taesan rubbed the back of his neck, nervously laughing. “i… i couldn’t pay attention.” you lifted your eyebrow. “you couldn’t pay attention?” “i was worried about you,” he murmured, looking away from you. he heard soft rumbles and peaked over when they became full-on laughs. you hid your face in your hands before looking at him with the same brilliant smile he became infatuated with. “i guess we’ll have to rewatch the lecture together.”

disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too! you may now leave requests (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

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enigmatist17 · 2 months ago

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I've never written Deadlock before, but RatchLock(?) in the Mecha Pilot Jazz Au by @keferon has me by the throat bc Ratchet is my #1 babygirl of All Time ❤️❤️❤️

My other fics I've done in said AU 1 2

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Ratchet was old.

Sure, he still had a good 50 to 60 years left in him, but hoy boy he was old. He knows most of that "aging" happened when he worked with the mecha program, and while it had been the highlight of his life, the dark road they had started to turn down wasn't for him.

Pilots dying in dozens from all sorts of ways, the worst being the degradation of their minds from the very machine used to defend humanity

Bright-eyed rookies turning hollow and their spark burned out, most leaving with eyes unseeing inside the same black bag.

Demands for more, demands to integrate human and machine, demands to take away their humanity to win

Demands that still haunt his dreams, especially when old superiors ambush him with a gaggle of his new students and interns in his tow.

His town, dammit!

Most of them watch Ratchet spend the rest of the day cursing up a storm that could make any sailor blush while slamming things down, everyone escaping when he eventually made a vague motion to the door. He goes for his bottle of whiskey once he makes sure the last student drives off with some friends, taking a seat in the middle of the shop floor as he pours himself a generous glass, setting the bottle by the side of his chair.

"Does Ratty have all his toys away~?"

"For now." Ratchet rolled his eyes as he took a sip, able to hear the bay door behind his chair rattle before opening with a slight screech. To a normal person, the sight of what appeared to be an unpiloted mecha slipping into some random repair shop would have caused a bit of a ruckus, but Ratchet is unbothered as he takes another sip of his drink. "Make sure you close the door this time."

"I leave it open one time." The mecha scoffs, glowing red eyes cycling in exasperation as the bay door is closed with a slight tug, the loud crash of metal on concrete making the human in the room pinch the bridge of his nose. "Oops."

"If I had a wrench within reaching distance..." The mecha grins as it crosses the shop floor, unapologetic as they sit on the floor across from the bioengineer. "Any luck today?"

"I was able to take out two scouts, should give me enough energon for a few cycles." Ratchet watches as two glowing cubes are pulled out from a seemingly endless storage space inside one arm, shown off before they're placed back inside. "I've survived off less."

"I'm still working on a synthetic version, but no luck." A flicker of regret crosses Ratchet's face, and the mecha reaches over to poke the top of his head. "Hard to create an alien food source, apparently."

"You're still trying, I'll take that." The mecha croons, glowing eyes watching Ratchet take another sip with a sort of purring noise.

No, not a mecha, an honest-to-god alien known as a Cybertronian.

"You seem upset." While the strange organics lacked an EMF field, Deadlock didn't need one to see the annoyance in those pretty optics of his human.

"Just some of the usual bullshit." Deadlock raised an optic ridge and stared, his ornery human staring right back with a scowl. "Got somethin' on my face?"

"You don't get this grumpy over the "usual" bullshit." Deadlock leaned forward with a slight tilt of his helm, the low rumble of his engine getting the other to relax just enough to consider it a victory. "Ratty~"

"Stop calling me that, my name is Ratchet." The Cybertronian only grins, reaching forward to poke the man in his chest.

"I don't like you being upset." Metal that should not be that expressive molds into a pout that would rival his little niece, and had he not seen Deadlock rip out a part of one of the alien threats (Quintesson he's been told) with those sharp teeth, he might find it cute.

.....

Fuck

"Some of those government fucks showed up in front of my people, wanted me to just leave and go back to all of....that." The whiskey is drained, and Ratchet leans over to grab the bottle. "It's one thing to harass me over the phone, but the street? In front of my kids? They can fuck right off with that." The glass is filled again, and the two sit in silence as he slowly drinks, looking at the floor with his brows furrowed. "I can't go back to that, no matter how much that would help out my....project."

"Aw, I'm a project now?" Deadlock cooed, a clawed digit gently caressing the side of Ratchet's face with as much care as he could muster. "I got an upgrade~"

"You're a disaster." Ratchet rolled his eyes, but otherwise didn't move as he listened to the (begrudgingly) familiar cadence of Deadlock's systems. While he could be as silent as the grave, Ratchet was pretty sure he was some sort of spy or assassin of some kind despite any questions getting the brush off, the alien mech had adopted the practice of allowing his natural ambient noise to become noticeable.

Just for his human, one of many things he'd adopted for his savior-turned-object of affection.

"Would you like for me to kill them?" Deadlock purrs when Ratchet raises an eyebrow, taking in the warmth against his digit. "I could make it look like an accident~"

"Like hell you will, that'll just get more eyes on me."

"Are you sure? Didn't sound like you were all that upset by the idea Ratty."

"Yes I am...though if they approach me in public again, maybe you could cause an accident or something, as a treat."

"Oh you do spoil me~!"

#personal #keferon #tf mecha universe #ratchlock #deadlock #ratchet

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purerehua · 1 year ago

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im so sorry i could find any kind of a request rules thing anywhere so feel free tk just ignore this if need be but could you write for gunwook where him and reader nearly break up but it has a happy ending💘💘

inlove with a ghost

pairing ⇆ zb1 park gunwook x reader

genre ⇆ angst ; hurt with comfort ; non-idol au ; near breakup

wc ⇆ 1.3k

cw ⇆ i'm not that good at angst read at own risk, cursing, wook is not rlly a good bf oops, but he could be!!

two hours.

two hours have passed since gunwook promised he was on his way, and fifteen more minutes since you've sent three follow up messages asking where he is. you are currently debating washing your face and changing back into sweatpants as it seems like your boyfriend had no intention of showing up.

the initial plan was for gunwook to pick you up at your place around four, you two would walk around, and decide on a place to eat afterward. and this will be the first time you'd see him in person after two long weeks of his busy schedule taking up most of his time.

that is if he even shows up.

you're giving him another five minutes. another five minutes and you swear if he isnt here by then you're changing into sweats and taking a nap.

a minute goes by, another,, another,,, another,,,,

four minutes should've been enough.

in a huff you dejectedly slip off your nice shoes that you happened to clean just for today, the purse that you literally never wear on a normal occasion, and the hairclips you dug through your accessory drawer to find. you throw all three somewhere around the room hapzardly, not wanting to see the evidence of your efforts to look presentable for the date anymore.

ten minutes have passed since then, and true to the internal promise you made to yourself, there you lay. face first on your bed, softly sobbing into the pillow.

a click alerts you and causes you to sit up, and you find gunwook at the entrance to your room holding your shoes, hairclips, and purse.

"y/n?"

silence.

you turn away from him, then a beat passes and you feel the bed dip under his weight and the sheets rustle quietly.

"y/n." he tries again, softer this time. and you can basically hear the apology in the way he says your name.

"don't say sorry gunwook, i know you are." you mumble quietly.

gunwook apparently has nothing to say to that as he doesn't respond, and if you weren't so hurt right now you'd get up to get a look at his face. wanting to see what emotions would plague it. would his eyebrows pinch together? would the corners of his lips tremble downwards ever so slightly?

you sigh as you speak the next words. "i think we should call it."

"...what do you mean? call what?"

"this. our relationship."

you finally situate yourself to face him properly, and you were so spot on with his facial expression you scared yourself with how well you knew him.

"what? y/n i—"

a breath. he takes a breath, to calm himself you'd guess.

"y/n. don't say things like that, okay? i'm so so sorry. i'll make it up to you i swear."

"thirteen."

"what?"

"thirteen times, you've done this."

gunwook finally understands and mutters under his breath, cursing at himself and squeezing his eyes shut before groaning.

"shit, y/n. i didn't know."

"thirteen times i've asked to see you and you were either late or bailed on me. gunwook i'm your partner. i shouldn't need to have to make appointments just to see you!"

"y/n, i'm busy... you know that. it's not that you're not important but i try!"

"i know you're busy! and i know you try. but you can't expect me to be okay with all of this nothing you're giving me."

he's taken aback and it shows. nothing? that can't be true. he might not be the best at prioritizing you but he certainly doesn't give you nothing. right?

you shift due to the bed not being occupied by gunwook anymore, and you watch him stand with his hands on his hips like a father about to scold you. you would laugh if you weren't on the verge of bursting into sobs.

"that's not true. no, i can't— why would you say that? i text you every morning, and i try to keep you updated with what i'm doing and you know. i'm trying here okay? please just..."

you stand, directly placing yourself infront of gunwook and taking his hands.

"gunwook, i love you. you know that but, i can't be in a relationship that stands still."

"y/n stop, don't speak like that."

tears sit at the edge of his eyes, threatening to spill and yours start doing the same.

"i know you have alot of things on your plate, okay? i know how badly you want to keep me and all of those things at the same time, but i know you can't manage it."

you squeeze his hands, and gunwook's bleary and tear-soaked eyes find yours again before you continue to speak.

"this is already affecting the both of us, and i know you don't want to choose so i will do it for you. we need to break up."

"no no no y/n, stop."

his eyes flutter shut again and it's your turn to be taken aback when gunwook starts lowering himself to the ground. you grab his arms, anticipating that he would fall but you're mistaken as his knees hit the wooden floor with a thud and his hands release yours in favor of gripping at the sides of your sweats.

"i can't. 'm sorry but i can not let you go. i'll do better i swear just— let me try again. don't do this to us."

his words come out shakey and stuttered, he loses his breath multiple times inbetween words and the mere idea of him hurting like this makes you hold back gasps of your own as hot tears spill down the curve of your cheeks.

"gunwook..."

you can't, it hurts too much to be with someone who's basically never there. to be inlove with a ghost.

"please." and a tear gathers itself at the corner of his lip.

he's begging, he's placed himself below you physically and emotionally. you can feel his desperation from the grip he has on your sweats. you can't bear to watch it and at the same time you can't look away, unable to shake the conflicting thoughts of what ifs from your head.

"i promise y/n, i promise."

"don't give me empty promises gunwook, you know i hate that."

"they're not empty. i promise, with my whole being i'll be better. just don't leave me."

you continue to stare at him, absentmindedly chewing on your lip anxiously. you were already tired, this was making you even more tired, you just wanted to end things and move on and be done with it and be free from all the feelings you were feeling and—

"y/n."

your thoughts are cut short by a call of your name, and as your eyes come back into focus you realize gunwook has let go of your sweats in order to grab your hand.

he brings your pointer to his lips slowly, and his places a delicate kiss on it, and you melt on the spot. his kisses are so small. if you closed your eyes you could pass it off as breeze passing by, as though he wasn't actually there and it was your mind playing tricks on you. but he was there, with your own two eyes you could see the equal parts of affection and regret he placed on your fingertips. it hurt so bad but you needed it, you needed this. for him to be there, infront of you, loving you.

you could give him another chance as long as he loved you like this again.

"okay."

"okay?" gunwook squeezes your hand, which lingers just by his chin he lowers it from his lips.

"i'll stay. but we have to talk about this, properly. okay?"

he stands up, startled but hopeful.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry y/n."

"i know."

his lips quirk sadly at that, but atleast he knows this isn't the end for you.

atleast he knows that he's still yours, and he'll strive hard to keep it that way.

a/n ⇆ this is long overdue i'm afraid :( just been having no motivation also school likes to keep me busy so. anyway here!! i don't know if i'll be posting consistently again but i'll do my best... just like gunwook!!

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 fanfiction #zb1 gunwook #zb1 park gunwook #park gunwook #park gunwook x reader #gunwook #gunwook x reader #zerobaseone gunwook #angst with a happy ending #light angst #hurt/comfort #breakup #ayla's requests

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antiquepearlss · 2 months ago

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Dancing With The Stars AU

Varigo- but make them ~dancers~ (Also Ilona or Chandler should have won this season just sayin.)

“Ow what the FUCK Hugo!?”

“Oops.”

Varian rubbed the sore spot on his head as he rose up. The two had been practicing a rather difficult move, with Hugo lifting Varian up into the air. Apparently being at the mercy of his dance partner was not the time to insult him, because after one snarky comment Hugo dropped him.

“That wasn’t an oops and you know it asshole!” The sweaty ravenette glared at the blonde as he fully stood up. Hugo didn’t seem to have a single care in the world, as he fixed Varian with a look.

“You need to wrap your legs around my waist for stability.”

Varian’s face flushed as he squeaked out a “what?”

“It’s not weird. It’s a pretty typical dance move. Here let me-“ Hugo grabbed Varian’s waist and pulled him closer. He then guided his partner’s hands to his shoulders and placed them under his pits.

“Hugo can we just do a different move? I’m not very flexible or balanced, I’m going to ruin your choreography. We should just stick to something safer.” Varian refused to make eye contact with the man who was barely even a breath away from him, and was holding his waist very firmly. Varian could feel each finger press into him. He felt like he was going to melt from how hot his face was burning.

“We can’t play it safe freckles. Our score was shit last week. We’re at the bottom of the leaderboard. We gotta wow the judges or we’re getting eliminated. And I don’t care how many times I have to drop you on your face- I’m getting that Mirrorball Trophy.”

Varian sighed as he grumbled out a “fine.”

Hugo swiftly lifted the young man into the air, and Varian quickly wrapped his legs around the man’s waist.

Yeah, Varian’s face was going to melt. But going off Hugo’s slowly reddening face, he didn’t think his dance partner was faring much better.

Varian swallowed as the two made eye contact. Hugo seemed to regain his briefly lost confidence, smirked, and dipped Varian.

The man felt the breath leave his lungs as his hair brushed the polished flooring. It wasn’t the exertion from the move that made his body begin to tingle, it was the rare reassuring smile that Hugo had just given him.

Varian’s face was now burning for another reason.

God, this competition was going to kill him.

#Varian #hugo rottewange #varigo

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bambiraptorx · 7 months ago

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Not Quite Hidden AU: Part 10. Word Count: 692. Readers chose: Ask if he has questions.

Mildly infuriating as it might be that the child apparently thinks Draxum is weird, he’s got some rather more pressing concerns at the moment. He crosses his arms behind his back. “Surely you had your own questions to ask. You must be observant if you knew that I recognized you. Are you not curious?”

The boy looks around the study for a long moment. “You have lots of books, Donnie would like that.”

A non sequitur. Perhaps the child is hiding his motives for coming. Is it possible his father sent him? But that ferret obviously harbors a strong dislike towards Draxum, and no logical parent would send their child alone to gather information from someone they held a grudge against. That said, the man had seemed rather… emotional, to say the least. Most people avoided raising their fur like that, especially in public. It was just as rude and aggressive as yelling, for some species even more so. Someone who reacted with such volatility in a grocery store of all places seemed rather unlikely to behave rationally at other times.

Draxum rubs his chin thoughtfully as Huginn settles onto his shoulder. “And which one of your siblings is Donnie?” Perhaps he can use this opportunity to gather more information on the lives of his turtles.

The child tilts his head. “Are those green crystal lights?”

“Ah—yes.” What does that have to do with anything?

“Why green? Blue's a way better color.”

“What, do you want the lights blue? I can change them.” It's simple to reach out towards the crystals and adjust their mystic output, and while it feels rather odd to have his study bathed in blue light instead of green, something about the grin on the child’s face is rather nice to witness.

“Woah! I didn't thought you were so good with magic!” The boy looks around appreciatively, scanning the color differences cast over the room. He drums his fingers on the desk, pausing as his hand brushes against a few of the papers still resting there. Just some notes Draxum had been writing down after today’s encounter, so why would they draw his attention?

Draxum watches with a mild sense of amusement as the boy twists his head, frowning and mouthing the words as he reads off the sheet. “My writing seems to have drawn your interest, child.”

The boy hums. “You spelled Dad’s name wrong. The P goes before the L.”

Draxum snatches the paper away. “What are you talking about, I wouldn't have—” Oh, it looks like he did write Slpinter. Oops.

“An’ you didn't get Donnie’s or Mikey's right, either. They're really way longer.” The child then has the audacity to grin up at him, kicking his heels against the desk. “Didja forget their names already?”

Draxum is not going to entertain this conversational thread any longer. He leans around the turtle and slaps his notes down on the far end of his desk. “My notes are personal effects and I'd prefer you not go through them any longer.”

The turtle reaches for the paper, and Draxum drags it out of his reach. That isn't enough to deter him from making another grab, and another as Draxum once more pulls away the sheet. The boy grunts something under his breath.

“Speak up, brat,” Draxum snaps, and if it sounds a little more like an order than a request, at least it works.

The child huffs, looks him in the eye, and says with all the derision such a small face can muster: “You're annoying.”

“Excuse me?!”

The turtle reaches for the paper again, this time managing to latch onto it. “You're annoying, and weird, and creepy, and I wanna go home!”

“You—what, you come here just to disrespect me? Is that what you wanted?” A growl builds in the back of Draxum's throat, barely restrained. “You little—”

A small tap at his shoulder, barely noticeable. Just claws drumming against his armor.

“Boss, look, the kid’s not gonna cooperate much longer,” Huginn says. “I'll just take him back now, hopefully his dad won't even know he was gone.”

Draxum bites back a sharp retort. Inhales. Exhales.

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wannabelilybriscoe · 6 days ago

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author interview

Thanks for the tag @leavesthatarebrown! Work's been a right bitch today so I'm going to use this as an excuse to take a break and pretend I'm on Hot Ones with you oop careful around the eyes, darling. :)

total works: Only 2 eep

total word count: 275,728 (apparently I can't write short form except when it's poetry)

your top 5 stories by kudos/likes? I fear my stats are not impressive or exciting because I only have two stories. I feel like the new kid around here.

A Song for the End of the World

The Road to Love is Covered in Ice and Slush

do you respond to comments? Yeah, embarrassingly quickly, too. Comments make me so excited and I usually read them several times, then read them again later.

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Angstiest of the two is the zombie one, of course. As for the ending? Well...I stand by the Happy Ending tag, despite the fear I have apparently instilled in readers. :)

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? The Road to Love has a very happy sappy ending.

do you write crossovers? Nah. Although I have been threatening (myself) to write a Marauders band AU where they guest on Sesame Street. It would be as stupid as you expect it to be.

have you ever received hate on a fic? No, everyone has been exceedingly lovely!

do you write smut? No, I'm too embarrassed! I’ve only done fade to black. Respect to all you freaks who just go whole-hog, truly. Although! I did just write my most explicit scene to date for an upcoming chapter of ASFTEOTW but it's draped in flowery similes and symbolism. Me, peeking through my fingers at my doc: ahhh tasteful nudity.

have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge. I think my fics are too indie for that.

have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before? When I was ohh I think 15? My bff and I co-wrote a Naruto crackfic and I'm not sure if it's still out there but in my mind, it's gone to the winds of time. Now let's never speak of this again.

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I started a story where Remus and Sirius are both doing the solo parenting thing and they meet in a parenting subreddit. It was supposed to be a heartfelt comedy but then it started to hit too close to home as someone who drove herself crazy on parenting reddit for a while there. :)

I also have like half of a very stupid one-shot called "Cormac McLaggen Saves the Day" written and well maybe I'll finish it one day and maybe I won't. That one would be for the Dramione fans.

what are your writing strengths? *checks notes* Reviewers have called my writing vivid, which I think is pretty neat! I've also been told I write suspense well. And I like to think that I'm good at characterization. I've had quite a few people tell me they like how I write Remus and Sirius. That makes me really happy because what I care most about when reading is how well I can connect with the characters. Feels good to know that people are connecting with the characters as I'm writing them.

what are your writing weaknesses? There are probably some weaknesses I'm blind to, but I can definitely say my impatience. I'm like a child when I finish a draft lol I just want to publish it and go looky looky at what I've done! But then I find a bunch of stuff I want to edit after. So, if you're someone who reads a new chapter as soon as it's published, my apologies, you're getting the raw thing. I wish I could be better about sitting on my writing for longer. But also, it's my fun writing so I'm choosing to not feel too guilty about it.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? The only other language I'm fluent in is French, so I only feel confident writing full sentences in that. Otherwise, I only sprinkle in the odd word in another language. Wouldn't feel comfortable doing more unless someone who spoke that language could help me.

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? I wouldn't mind writing something Dramione sometime but I think it would be harder for me to get inside their heads, for some reason.

what's your favourite fic you've written? How do I pick between my two children? I like them both for very different reasons. I've poured so much thought and research and love into ASFTEOTW. It's definitely more ambitious than The Road to Love. But The Road to Love just kinda flew out of me effortlessly, and it was so fun and comforting to write. Ahh they're too different, I can't pick!

I don't know who hasn't done this yet...seems like most of my moots have? Please take this as an open tag!

#tag game #author interview #lb blabs #marauders fanfiction #wolfstar fanfiction #a song for the end of the world #the road to love is covered in ice and slush

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risingsoleil · 8 months ago

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Thank you for all these NSFW posts, you’re feeding the fandom mwah!

Saw your other post where Linzin in the canon verse about Tenzin griping Lin’s throat. Maybe this could be a new chapter in Lay All Your love on me ;)

Or a short post too! Hahaha

To add to all the asks:

Linzin favorite position?

Newly wed Linzin (modern or canon universe) being unable to keep their hands to themselves (especially Tenzin)

Tenzin and Lin finding out new kinks

Thank you, I'm doing my best ~~ I'm on my lunch break at work trying to keep up with all this spicy Linzin demand 🤭😈

Oh, that will def make an appearance at some point in the Lay All Your Love on Me collection 😉

Linzin's favorite position

Lin - 1) Cowgirl, she loves the ability to control her movements and it's easier for Tenzin to suck on the titties compared to missionary.

2) Missionary - can scratch his back, lock her legs around him when he's about to cum. She loves his weight pushing her into the bed or the floor while he fucks her hard or slowly

3) Sideways spooning - Tenzin somehow hits all the right angles every time in this position and it's lovingly intimate. He can still massage her boobs and kiss her neck while having his leg between hers to fuck her. This position became one of her favorites after having kids.

Tenzin - 1) missionary - He can look at Lin 😍😍😍

2) Doggy - Smack dat ass, grab dat ass, stare at dat ass. Also pull Lin's hair. He feels like he goes deeper in this angle and Lin acts like she doesn't love this position. Apparently, she can never say his name properly when he fucks her from behind and smacks her ass. ("Shut up, Airhead.")

3) Lin is on top - Boobs in his face. Boobs in his hands. Watching Lin move and grind her hips on him gets him harder inside her. The way she slides up and down on his dick, knowing that she's taking him all the way inside is indescribable to Tenzin. Lin thinks she knows what he means, but she doesn't (Lin throws a book at him).

Newlywed AU Linzin

Guaranteed way to make Tenzin hard? Lin wears acolyte robes.

They're at one of the air temples for more privacy from RC, and there's already a room prepared for them. The head abbott greets them politely along with several other acolytes, and they are shocked at how Tenzin openly puts his hand on Lin's waist in front of them.

The abbott is struggling to get his words out, and Tenzin's fingers play along Lin's waist. Lin can sense the awkwardness for the abbott and tries to take a step away from Tenzin. But he only pulls her closer so she's pressed against his side.

"Thank you Abbott for greeting us. Lin and I are tired from the journey and we'd like to go to our room."

"O-of course."

As soon as the abbott and the acolytes turn around, Tenzin's hand slides down to squeeze Lin's ass. Lin smirks at him and smacks his butt. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard as soon as we get inside. Be prepared to be pampered for the entire week because I'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk properly."

He massages her butt and smacks it again.

A low squeak comes from near Oogi, and Linzin notice another young acolyte.

Oops, did that innocent acolyte accidentally see Tenzin smacking her?

"If you won't let me walk, then I won't let you walk either. I'll be riding you morning and night until you've emptied everything inside me."

Now the abbott and acolytes glanced at them with red faces.

Oops. Did Lin talk too loud?

AU Linzin finding out new kinks

Roleplay - begins when teen Lin starts calling Tenzin, "Master" Now they've expanded into other scenarios as they get older

Sensory deprivation - inspired by Toph's "blindness" not seeing with their eyes and feeling the smallest sensation on their bodies is so hot. The first time they do this is in their early to mid-20s

Sensory play - Begins in their early-mid 20s as they travel more often and use their environment to turn the other on

Dom and sub - Kicks in when they start working. They hate the politics and social games they sometimes need to play in the careers they want, so they channel their frustration through some dom and sub. Usually, it's Tenzin initiating this and Lin doesn't mind because she loves that rough side that comes out. It gives her a break to get hot, subtly disrespectful sex that she would only let Tenzin do to her

#linzin #lin beifong #tenzin #tlok #nsft

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straying-further-from-gods-grace · 1 year ago

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New fic idea 💡👉👈🥺

So um

Human!AU Trans!Alastor raised by Husk and Rosie to be strong and independent

Gets pregnant.

Whether from consensual or non consensual sex idk yet.

I'm currently a trans author who's ovulating and I don't EVER in a million years plan to have children. But ummm. Alastor can!

The main plot will be Valentino stepping up.

Because I want this to be Valastor, cause I want it! *stomps foot*

The real question is why does he wanna step up 🤔ᴴᴹ

I have 3 options hwre

1) the baby is his and his parents would fucking kill him (in this case the sex is consensual) (OR the baby is Vox and Vox is like "Fuck that shit" and Valentino steps up attempting to make Vox jelly, and it works! But oops he's fallen in love!)

2) Alastor, a semi famous singer or dancer or something, being publicly shamed outside of a planned Parenthood after going there for a test. And Valentino whose mama did NOT raise him to stand back during an injustice, and is also famous but for his Casanova stage image in lots of sexy hot movies (both X rated and theatre approved. I'm making him an actor ;p), steps in and rescues him, maybe even punches a protestor or reporter or something. And um. They're all over the news about their apparent "affair" and how Alastor is another of Valentinos flings and Alastor is apparently such a whore now (even though this is his first scandal), and Valentino is like shit. I made it a looot worse than if I did nothing... So he vows to stay by Alastors side, at least until the birth, to try and make it smoother for him, like, shield the rumors (maybe the real baby daddy is some low level shit who took advantage of Al, and is tryna get popularity by being the one to get Al pregnant) and they ya know. Fall in love UwU

3) Alastor gets drugged, and left used in Valentinos bedroom at his college dorm/frat. And Valentino stumbles in drunk, gets in bed with him, and they wake up, naked, with hints of sex having happened. And so Valentino steps up when Alastor finds out he's pregnant- thinking it's his. UwU

Any OTHER suggestions ARE SOOO WELCOMED!

And I'd just like to know which of these y'all would prefer to see!!!

Thank youuu

Other things involved but the main plot I'd also love ideas!!!!

In this I'm gonna keep my Rosie/Velvet and Husk/Angel ships where they're half their age and is their younger sugar babies but in this they're not seperate they're happily in an open marriage UwU

Ummm. That's non negotiable. UwU

#trans alastor #trans author #trans writers #pregnancy #unexpected #ao3 fanfic #alastor x valentino #valastor #valentino x alastor #hazbin hotel #human au #fanfiction #please help #pick one #polls #writing poll #trans pregnancy

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helluvapurf · 2 years ago

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Oop, almost forgot to post this here as well the other day glkjk Buuut guess who finally got to finishing another Reimagined AU design?~ This time of everyone's favorite icy brother-in-law, Andrealphus 💙❄️as a nice lil follow-up to the previous set of redesigns I did for Stolas & his family.

Now, keep in mind I by no means "hate" Andre's canon design as-is (*mainly thanks to all the pretty fanart I've seen from other fans*)... buuut at the same time, it just kinda stumps me how its meant to work as a sibling concept for Stella? .w.; From the heart-shaped face shape & pupiless eyes, I legit thought he was meant to be Stolas' brother before I read his initial intro description lol. Not to say siblings have to look 100% alike, mind you... buuut just a lil more visual clarity could've went a long way to distinguish them as 'family' imo. That along with the... weird "Evil Elsa"-inspired hair, robe & a whole crown (when he's not even a royal himself...?) on top of everything else... ehhhhh .w.;; the vibe together didn't really do it for me, I'm afraid 🤷‍♀️

-Soooo yeah, tangent aside here's my own personal take on Andre's look in my AU~. Made him physically a mix between a Snowy Owl & a Peacock (*I HC him and Stella as half-siblings btw, as she had a Swan mother herself*), gave him more of a "fancy mathmetician" vibes with the pointer stick & glasses ('cause his OG demon lore had him involved with alot of math, apparently? :o), styled up his face markings & hair to resemble more to his sister, aaaand just for fun I decided to give him some green accents to contrast from the rest of his icy/blue colors... 'cause yknow, "Green with Envy"~ lol ;p

#helluva boss #helluva boss au #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss stella #helluva boss andrealphus #andrealphus #helluva boss reimagined au #my art #(*will try to go more into background lore between him & sister Stella when I get the chance later on-*)#(*'cause ngl they've both kinda grown on me in terms of their character potential sibling duo-wise*)#(*though I know the show's probably not gonna do much with it outside of just 'haha Stella's dumb & Andre's the actual brains here'-*)#(*which isn't necessarily a 'bad' thing for a villain duo but like... idk I just like more character depth in general glk .w.*)

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permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 · 4 months ago

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The Abhorred | Adar/OC (part 2)

Summary: It is a moment Maethoriel never imagined, but the empty raiment at her feet proves that it had, indeed, come to pass. Sauron is dead. She should feel relief, but all that she knows instead is a sense of fear over a world that will see not only herself, but her companions as monsters to be eradicated at any cost. It is a fear that will pull her away from the only one who ever kept her safe. And she is hardly blind to how holding on to that fear almost certainly risks keeping her forever adrift from the one that she loves.

Warnings: angst, some hints of Stockholm syndrome, references to torture, creepy Sauron being creepy, mind games and manipulation, removal of free will, murder, some blood and gore, it's gonna get pretty dark in here, folks. Warnings will be updated as the series goes on.

Tag-list: @humongousgalaxycoffee, @emo--chanel

Author's note: so...the finale happened. And I'm still grieving. Apparently, instead of working on my Western AU like initially planned, I chose to channel that grief here. In probably a very angsty and potentially unhealthy way. Oops? Hopefully you enjoy, either way? Adar and Mae certainly don't have an easy journey ahead of them, but I'm going to try my very best to make their ending a somewhat happy one.

Part One

In the dream, everything has gone dark.

Glancing about, desperate for even a hint of light to see by, Maethoriel finds nothing. She waits, somewhat impatiently, for her eyes to adjust, and takes note of the sound of dripping water coming from somewhere to her left.

A memory stirs in the far reaches of her mind as the drips grow louder. Stronger, with each passing breath, and yet even so, she cannot quite reach it. She cannot bring it forth to see what details it may contain.

Instead, despite the haunting familiarity that now plagues her—the sense that she ought to know precisely where she is, and why—Maethoriel pushes past it. She resolves to keep it from overwhelming her as she turns toward the sound of dripping water, and moves forward.

Her footsteps carry her slowly, ever mindful of the feel of the ground beneath her to avoid stumbling in her path. She skirts around obstructions, here and there, despite being unable to place exactly what they might be.

She manages quite a distance, even with her vision so obstructed, though she is not blind to how odd that singular reality is, given her keen eyesight in nearly every other aspect. Her fingertips trace idly against the cool stone near her side. The act allows her to feel her way along, growing ever closer to the dripping sound, but with each step, her apprehension becomes more and more apparent. She can feel the icy tendrils of dread lacing their way down her spine.

The memory that had taunted her with its elusiveness, before, returns to torment her, bringing a pause to her steps where before, there had been none. And as she turns what must be a corner in the passageway she is navigating in the darkness, her very breath is suddenly all but stolen from her lungs.

Now she knows what it was that she had been missing. Why the memory had chosen this particular moment to resurface. She knows it, without any doubt.

She has been here before. In truth, she is a fool to have failed to notice it until now, the eerie sensation of familiarity that had plagued her now seeming to chafe against her skin like salt ground against an open wound. The darkness eases, bit by bit, revealing to her a vast chamber. Surrounded by stone rising skyward on all sides, it causes her to feel as it always has. Small. Insignificant. Worthless, in the grand scheme of a plan she had been pulled into by brutal force alone.

All of it had been carefully crafted by another. One whose name she hardly ever dared to speak aloud. And even as she tries to fight against it, that same power is what beckons her forward, now.

"How I have missed you, Maethoriel."

The voice is enough to have Maethoriel faltering again, even with the inexorable weight of something inside of her that continues pulling her forward, her skin prickling as the figure standing near the front of the chamber turns to face her, head-on. Familiar eyes rove over her, drinking in every last bit of her frame, and turning her stomach over in the process. Beneath that wandering gaze, she can feel the ghost-like traces of fingertips against her skin, regardless of how he stands feet away from her, now.

It is a touch that burns like fire, phantom though it may be, chasing away even the smallest remnants of whatever hope may still have resided inside her. Hope that she could have escaped this—creature—that dogs her every step, even in her dreams.

Despair coils like a vice around her heart, the ragged gasp that escapes her seeming to echo in the very stones of the chamber itself. And in her distraction, Maethoriel does not realize that the figure that once stood feet away now stands before her until his breath fans against her skin while he speaks.

"It pains me that you do not know by now the consequences of your own actions."

With teeth digging into her cheek, Maethoriel holds her tongue with as much strength as she dares allow, the defiance that flares to the surface and warms her skin from beneath a thing she knows will surely bring her nothing but pain. Some small, distant part of her clamors for her to realize that this is not real. That it cannot possibly be, given the one standing before her now is dead.

Still, she cannot seem to free herself of the paralyzing fear that sifts through her veins as one long finger brushes aside a stray tendril of her hair. As it grazes against the skin of her cheek in the process.

Fire blazes beneath her skin, and even then, Maethoriel cannot move, her only thought being to continue keeping her silence. To continue, even when the eyes of the one before her narrow in suspicion over her reaction, or rather, lack thereof, as a result.

"Do you not wish to atone for them?"

"I—"

Unbidden, the response she wishes so badly to utter dies off in her throat. Her eyes blow wide as she realizes the constricting sensation that seems to halt all thought of speech is coming from him.

Though he has not moved a muscle, the ghost of his touch still lingers against her skin, grazing from her cheek, to her jawline, and then seeming to settle in a grip that tightens like an invisible vice against her throat. In a clear bid to prove precisely how powerless she truly is against him, he continues to hold her in such a way for a moment or two longer.

The thinnest of smiles grace his lips, pulling them upward, as her lungs are closed off from all thought of drawing in further air, and then suddenly, the pressure against her throat seems to release. The haunting smile fades, and returns back to a cool sort of distance once more.

"There is only one way, Maethoriel. Come."

Her feet seem driven to follow after him, regardless of how instinct all but screams that she should not, dread settling heavy inside of her gut with each movement she makes. She knows, somehow, that every step is accomplished by his will, and it alone.

Even so, she cannot hope to stop it, no matter how fiercely she might wish to leave this place, never to look upon it again. The unseen chain tethering her to her companion's very will still dangles between them, pulling her along in his wake. And when he finally leads her out of the hall completely, and into the chamber resting beyond, her heart lurches upward to land somewhere at the base of her throat.

The two of them are no longer alone. Perhaps, in truth, they never had been. A third figure stands at the chamber's center, half-shrouded in shadow, and it is a figure that Maethoriel knows she would recognize, even if she were blind.

Adar.

Brow furrowed, Maethoriel finally seems capable of freeing herself from that invisible chain pulling her along in Sauron's wake. Her faltering steps slow to a stop, Sauron a mere hairsbreadth away, ever watchful.

Adar turns toward her then, his expression unreadable, and her heart aches at the distance she can feel growing ever stronger between them. It becomes more difficult to remember this is a dream, when the wariness beneath his gaze seems so real.

Her mouth opens, then, to plead with him. To say something—anything—to pull that wariness from him as poison is drawn from a wound.

Everything in her has Maethoriel wanting him to look upon her as he had, before. As he had done when they found rare moments, alone, without any of his children, or their master, looking on, but before even a singular word might escape her, she feels the haunting presence of Sauron at her side once more.

"It would seem you are not the only one who has betrayed me," He murmurs, a certain coldness slipping into his tone as he regards Maethoriel for one final moment, before shifting his attention to Adar, instead, "It pains me greatly to witness two of my most trusted lieutenants take their punishment, and yet I can see no other alternative."

Confusion apparent in her expression, Maethoriel tears her gaze away from Adar's taller frame until it rests upon the one who stands at her side, instead. She drinks in the satisfaction that creeps across his features, darkening them more than she ever believed possible.

Again, her stomach turns over in dread, the cold threads of suspicion beginning to wind themselves together inside her mind. Her body senses the trap mere moments before it is sprung.

Muscles tense. Her hand reaches for her belt to find a weapon, fingers striking against empty air as despair threatens to take hold.

Bile burns at the back of her throat while Sauron moves inexorably forward. Toward Adar, and away from her in a way that leaves her almost unbearably cold, and she knows.

She knows what is coming, before the deed is ever put into motion.

"Step forward, Maethoriel."

As before, her feet move without even a wisp of her consent, her heartbeat thundering along in her ears while she remains powerless to protest. Powerless to speak against what comes, despite the ever present screaming of her fear and defiance that mingle, and echo inside of her mind.

Horror steals through her veins as she catches the glint of metal in the shadows. A blade held out to her, handle-first, in Sauron's hand. He wants her to seize it. She can feel the compulsion behind his stare, pulling her ever forward. Commanding her compliance, without question.

Shaking fingertips reach for that handle, while her breaths come quicker, searing in her throat until they become nothing more than ragged gasps. Her lungs burn with the power of it, and Maethoriel trembles for a moment as she realizes that the force that was pulling her forward seems different, somehow. Almost—weaker, by comparison to what it had felt like mere moments before.

Sauron would never give her a weapon, willingly. Not unless he intended for her to use it against someone else. And the only other person in the chamber with them is the very one her soul all but forbids her to harm.

The knowledge seems to shatter some of the hold that had been unbreakable over her, the unyielding pressure that lent inevitability to her movements fading away, bit by bit. Whether this unforeseen power is granted to her solely because this is a dream, or if it is something she might have possessed all along, Maethoriel cannot tell. She cannot begin to understand its source, but she is hardly foolish enough to refuse its call. Not when she knows every second of delay will risk discovery.

As quickly and unwillingly as her hand had reached out for the blade, Maethoriel now finds herself capable of wrenching it back to her side. From the corner of her eye, she registers Adar's flinch of surprise, but her focus remains entirely their master, regardless.

She can see the precise moment in which Sauron registers her intent, but even then, she is not deterred, the sudden strength that permits her to defy him bristling behind the clarity of a single word.

"No."

A strange sort of determination settles over her in the wake of speaking, even with the blazing fury she can see so clearly in Sauron's eyes. For her, defiance had always been out of reach, in the past, a thing she often dreamed of, but never truly put in motion, and he knows it. He knows it as well as he knows his many names.

Now, however, something is different. As though the dream grants her a sort of courage she had never possessed before. And it is that courage that keeps her standing, even when she feels the familiar constriction of Sauron's power coiling around her throat once more.

"You seek to defy me? Me, who has only ever seen to your safety and survival?"

She does not reply. She cannot, and Sauron knows this, eyes glittering as he watches her struggle instinctively to take a breath. He maintains the pressure around her throat with effortless ease, one hand lifting as a motion from the corner of her eye proves Adar is moving forward. Trying to intervene.

Fear flares to life within her at the thought. At any consideration of the consequences that may come about as a result, but Maethoriel can do nothing to stop them. She can do nothing, as lack of air finally drives her to her knees, her vision darkening at the corners while her fear slithers through her veins like some venomous snake, poised, and ready to deliver the killing blow.

For one, almost blissful moment, she wonders if this is the end. The end of the dream, or the end of her life. But as her vision goes fully dark, she is also aware of something else. The sound of footsteps. A blade, sliding into flesh. That same blade, being forcibly removed from the wound, and the splatter of blood against the stone floor.

In the aftermath, the pressure constricting her throat appears to ease. Vision slowly returns to her, though as soon as it does, Maethoriel fervently wishes that it would not. The very thing she had feared has now come to pass, her eyes locking on the bloom of black spreading across the rings of chainmail whose links she knew with far more familiarity than was wise.

A choked sob escapes as Adar's gaze meets hers, his taller frame seeming to crumple as she rushes forward to catch him as he falls. Whatever strength she had always found in him appears to recede, whether she would stop that singular event by giving up her own life or not.

Maethoriel falls to her knees with him, hands splayed open against his chest to keep him as steady as she can. Tears burn at the corners of her eyes, and an altogether different pressure takes its place at the base of her throat. The sort of pressure inherent in a barely concealed sob.

Frantic, she tries to stall the bleeding. Her fingers skitter over the chainmail links, brushing against the hole made by Sauron's blade, and coming away sticky. Black, with Adar's blood.

Her gaze meets his, then, a sort of finality there that she never expected to face. And then she sees it. Censure. Something not all that far from a reproach, as well. For a moment, she acknowledges confusion. The panicked motions of her fingers against his wound still, and Adar's frame slips through her grasp as easily as his trust seems to have done the same.

Confusion lingering, Maethoriel is aware of Sauron's presence looming over them, even as she shifts to reach on instinct for Adar's hand. Even as her tears blur her vision as soon as he pulls his own away.

It is then that the emotion that ravages his expression becomes clear, so poignant that she is very nearly choking at the recognition of it. Betrayal. A small voice, at the back of her mind, hisses at her, warning that she deserves every last stab of the pain the look brings, as it is directed her way.

Even still, it is a moment before the truth fully sinks in. Where she had been blind to it before, now Maethoriel slowly becomes aware of the feel of a rough hewn wooden handle clasped firmly in her right hand. Her eyes glance downward, peeling away from Adar's gaze, regardless of the pain that twists her heart within her chest at having done so.

Brow furrowed, she looks at the blade held in her hand. At the black blood staining the metal, and how that blood spreads against the pale skin of her hand. Horror churns in her stomach like the strongest acid, because she knows, somehow, that her defiance, and Sauron's actions against Adar, had been illusions, all along.

Her vision clears, once more. Adar still rests, the life-blood seeping out of him, and soaking into the fabric of her skirts as she kneels beside him, but where before, she had presumed Sauron to be the architect of his demise, now she knows different.

The betrayal in Adar's eyes is real. As the last of his breath leaves his lungs, Maethoriel recognizes this to be true, her gaze flitting between his now-still form, and her bloodied hands with dawning comprehension and horror. And even before Sauron says the words, one of his hands resting upon her shoulder, and causing her skin to crawl, she knows.

He may have made it appear as though he was the one who had wielded the blade in her hands. That her defiance had been her own, and not born of something else, entirely, but she knows.

The hand that had killed Adar had somehow been her own, all along.

"You have brought this upon yourself, Maethoriel. Did I not warn that betrayal would cost you dearly?"

Bitter tears slip down her cheeks as she realizes the very real truth resting behind those words. Everything that had transpired here had been by the will of her own hand. And as guilt rises like a maelstrom within her, threatening to pull her under with every passing moment, she is also aware of Sauron's finger crooking beneath her chin, the cold grasp tilting her face upward so that she might gaze into malevolent eyes.

"Perhaps now, you will finally learn. You are mine."

Startled awake by the distant crash of thunder that seems almost drowned by the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, Maethoriel opens her eyes, shivers rolling through her frame as sweat-slick skin meets with the cool evening air. Her breaths come in quick gasps, the adrenaline that courses through her veins like a wildfire making it near to impossible to settle. To calm. And as she pushes herself upright, her hand automatically reaching for the blade belted at her waist as though she truly thought she might battle the very thunder itself, she remembers.

The dream. The blade. Blood, coating her hand, and the ebb of life leaving the one she loved with every last facet of her very being. His last, admonishing look before he left her alone in Sauron's halls with the monster responsible for their suffering.

Or had she been that monster, all along?

The answer to that question is one that Maethoriel is not entirely certain she wishes to know.

With the thought, her hand drops to hang uselessly at her side, the idea of reaching for a weapon suddenly more repugnant than she truly believes she can bear. It is a struggle to keep her mind from straying back toward the dream that even now, she yearns to ignore.

Hands dragging through tangled locks, Maethoriel allows her body to sag, her head dropping to rest almost listlessly in her own grasp. The shivers return to her, then, tearing through her frame as though seeking to pull her apart at the seams.

Her throat works almost convulsively as she struggles to remind herself of what is real. That Adar is not dead. She never killed him. That she had simply left him, instead, but it is not enough. Her hollow reassurances are nowhere near enough to shield her from the chill brought forth by the voice that lingers inside of her mind.

"I am your only future. And my path, your only path."

"Stop this, Maethoriel. He is dead. Sauron is dead."

The words are choked. Painful, even, but they succeed in pulling Maethoriel away from the last vestiges of her dream that still cling to her. Once again, she opens her eyes, drinking in the pale light of oncoming dawn.

She had not intended to sleep this long, hoping to move amongst the shadows for the better part of her journey, despite not knowing exactly where she might go. Not knowing what manner of reception she might earn when she got there.

The reality of her deeds under Morgoth—under Sauron—would follow her whether she willed it to or not. There was no escape from the scars she bore that would reflect her status for all to see.

Most would turn her away as soon as look at her. Maethoriel knew this as surely as she knew her own name. Though she regretted every moment of her servitude, she had not been wrong in presuming others would never find it in their hearts to forgive.

She'd tried to tell Adar as much, before he left with his children. When he would speak to her of his plans in the darkness of familiar halls, she'd begged him to reconsider time and time again.

His will—his resolve—had been unshakable. Maethoriel realized that now, more than she ever had, before. She could not have altered his mind any more than she might have altered Sauron's, and perhaps had she not been so determined to do so, their parting would be less painful to her than it is now.

Or perhaps, they might not have needed to part at all.

The thought rises, unbidden, in her mind, stinging her with the reality of impossible hope. With the idea of having Adar at her side in coming days, rather than wandering this Middle Earth on her own. Already, she missed his strength. The steady source of comfort he seemed to provide her when near, even if they must pretend it did not exist.

Adar had always been careful. Resistant to giving their master any reason to suspect whatever it was that had started to grow between them, and Maethoriel understood it well. She understood it, even if she hated the reason it had become a necessity in the first place.

Desperate to avoid giving Sauron one more chance to gain the upper hand against them, they had kept their distance from one another as much as they could. And as much as conflict still tears her soul asunder regarding everything Adar had done to upend what had once seemed like a certain, if unpleasant future, Maethoriel would be a liar to pretend a part of her had not secretly thrilled at the thought of what the two of them might become, free from Sauron's ever-watchful gaze.

A shuddering breath escapes as Maethoriel forces herself to cast such a thought aside. As she does what she can to remind herself it will not–cannot—ever be real. Not now. Not with everything that remained, both spoken and unspoken, between them.

The pain of it all brings the threat of tears to her eyes once more, and she rises, dashing at them with the fingertips of her right hand before they can fall. Despite not having the first idea of where she might go, she clears the brush beneath her feet of any hint of her time there, before preparing to depart.

Succumbing to grief, or panic, or even doubt will not serve her now. It will do nothing save for rendering her vulnerable to any threat that might come upon her, out here in the open, away from the numerous halls of stone she had known as a sort of shield for so long.

Determined to continue moving forward, no matter the cost, Maethoriel casts her gaze around her one last time to ensure she is not leaving anything behind. Nothing that will give those who know of her departure from her former home, such as it was, a means of following her. And when she finally persuades her feet to carry her forward, it is with a newfound determination to keep the past and what might have been a closely guarded secret inside of her heart.

Even if it ensures a life of solitude as one who is abhorred.

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bonkleton · 6 months ago

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Fused Frenemies C.C.A.B.B

Phoebe's got some extra phlexible phalanges! ---- Continued from Fused Frenemies C.C.A.B... Holly looked herself up and down in the bedroom mirror, impressed with how Phoebe adorned her body. Sophie stood beside her, wearing her red and white suit to make up for the green and black one Phoebe had apparently absorbed while the two had been fused together. Sophie was less impressed than Holly, but certainly still bemused. "I like how this pattern flows on my body!" Holly remarked, noting how the flanges of blue and black on her flanks highlighted her hips, and the yellow "pants" allowed the shape of her hindquarters to speak for itself. "Mmm, thanks! I'm pretty proud of the design, always have been." Phoebe replied with an honest smile. Sophie furrowed her brow, surprised. "Wait, Phoebe, you designed your suit?" Phoebe nodded, and since her face was covering Holly's chest, this caused Holly's boobs to bounce up and down, much to her surprise. "It's a Phoebe Lexton original! I've always been interested in graphic design, even in my youth. Back in the days of stainless steel and pastel enamel paint, even!" "You mean the 10s?" Sophie asked. "The 50s," Phoebe replied. Sophie was silent a moment. "Ah right, I forgot the world wasn't literally in black and white back then..." Phoebe laughed as Holly continued to make minute adjustments to how Phoebe sat on her body. "You think this looks good, Sophie?" Holly asked. Sophie rolled her eyes. "It looks great from the back, Holly," she replied with honestly but also with disinterest. "From the front it looks really weird, obviously." "I think I look at least as good as Sophie did when I wore her, eh?" Phoebe asked. Sophie clenched as she felt her body tense into another involuntary transformation. With a single motion and a rubbery scrunching sound, head and tail collapsed into her torso and her entire body hollowed out, finishing with a hole opening in the top of her head, allowing her to deflate into the bodysuit she had transformed into, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. She sighed in resignation, deciding to accept her current shape for now. "Oh, oops," Holly said, her chipper mood now reduced. "I thought you would have vulcanized by now." Sophie made a soft rustling sound as she shook her "head". "Nah, me morphing is how Phoebe got suit-ified in the first place." "Speaking of," Phoebe cut in. "I think I'm ready to get off this ride, though it's been fun!" "Oh! Sure!" Holly started, reaching for Phoebe's neckline. "Let me just--" There was a swish like the sound of a rake running through a giant pool of pudding, and Phoebe fluidly expanded herself enough to fall off Holly's body naturally, leaving her nude and surrounded by a sea of blue and yellow. "I got it girl, but thanks!" Holly nodded, and stepped off Phoebe as her former suit slipped under her feet and collected herself back together. Phoebe's body slinked back into her usual figure, to the point that her head even popped out of her chest as her insides filled back in with her malleable body mass. It was a bit of her healing ability, a bit of the fluid biology Karen's experiments had granted her, working together to bring her back to normal. ...Or at least, close to it. Feeling some part of herself dangling off her flanks, Phoebe looked down and saw an entire second set of arms! Apparently her previous adaptation to Holly's body had stuck? She held her new hands out in front of herself, admiring them with intense curiosity. "Oh my, these are nice..." ---- NEXT - AU Shenanigans: Phour Arms (TO BE WRITTEN LATER) ---- Thanks to NoahWave for doing this comm for me! You should check him out, because he does awesome stuff! : D Hope you enjoy! ~ Bonkie

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#oc #superhero #bendyworld #phlex #multi #fourarms #stretchy #elastic #elasticity

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moonlight-tmd · 1 year ago

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do you have any aus that you'd like to share that we don't know? I don't want this to sound pushy, I just want something to read :']

hah nah it's fine! i do have some ideas i have not shared yet- mostly cuz i think it's way too unfitting for the franchise. So lemme get my list first;

There is the Cyberbeast AU, Warframe!Bumblebee AU, Civil!Blitzwing AU, Part-Insecticon!Bumblebee AU, Cons Are Good AU and apparently the Crack AU where everything is chaos.

Now there were few ideas i had but decided 'ya know what, nobody would want to read it anyway', it's mostly about Bumblebee cuz i love that gremlin but here you go!

-Sparkeater!Bumblebee AU: There is a disease of unknown origin on Cybertron called Sparkeater Disease which causes anybot to turn into a Sparkeated overtime. All of the cybertronians who were detected to have it were to be offlined for there is no actual cure for it- Bee has lived on the streets for his whole Sparklinghood, he is one of the bots that have the disease and avoided the extermination. Lucky for him, he found a way to delay the disease and make the hunger for Sparks ease- he needs to drink energon, a lot of it. When he goes to the boot camp he steals any energon there is, that's one of the reasons he got kicked out. When he enters the repair crew he masks it as it being a forging defect with his fuel lines- basically he's terminally ill. Ratchet takes the bait and provides him with emergency energon canteen bottle and gives him more energon. Whenever he starts feeling weak and is easily irritable, you know it's time for food. No one can know, or else it will be over for him. (Basically make him deadly and shove even more angst down his throat)

Now for the one-shot ideas that passes thru my mind:

-Bee as a God from another world, he doesn't have any powers outsite of his world so at one point the crew somehow ends up there and there is a rather cruel Demi-God that took over while Bee was absent. They have a duel and Bee is reavealed to be a God.

-Bee being a powerful creature from a different world- aka, the early version of Cyberbeast AU. Not much to say anout this.

-Bumblebee being an entertainer/host(ess) in a club after returning to Cybertron. Instead of going for the Elite Guard job after they save th Allspark, he goes into what he loved most- which is dressing up and performing. He basically owns a high-end club that's inspired by earth. (If you watch Helluva Boss then it's similar to Queen Bee's house, but dark with velvety colors. The name is "Honey Hive") (Blitz can possibly be one of the employees/entertainers as a form of rehab.)

-Bee having a twin sibbling but got separated with her when he got into Carequarters and them finding each other on earth. (her name would be "Mantis" i think, but that's more of an 'OC insert' territory)

-Bee with the ability to see ghosts. He was seemingly forged with it, maybe a gift from the Allspark. He sees ghosts everywhere but can't act on it with others around, he's had enough close calls when people thought he was crazy cuz he talked to himself. He never told anyone, he thinks he'll end up in psych ward or something. So it just comes and goes as a joke sometimes.

-Now the angsty one(BlitzBee mainly)- Somehow he ends up being so hurt and betrayed by his friends he joins the Decepticons and the 'cons win the war. The repair crew that fought them was supposed to be killed but they are left to be just a repair crew for unknown reason, oh and Sari takes Bee's spot now that she's techno-organic. Yes Prowl lives, nobody dies here. Years later, on Cybertron there needs to be a space brigde build and they go there and oops, now your boss is a revamped Bumblebee. Later is revealed that the building the space bridge it supposed to go is a new Carequarters. The team knows Bee is from Carequarters- anyway they go from not liking each other to being kinda friends again. The 'cons are not so bad at ruling over Cybertron anyway.

-Young Ratchet dating a Decepticon before the war, and them meeting again on earth when they're old. In this, the relationship with Arcee doesn't kick off for him. Again, an 'OC instert' thing.

-Bee was experimented on when he was little and was made a dormant killer machine- aka, the early version of Sparkeater!Bumblebee AU.

That's all for now, i don't think i will be doing much with the short-term ideas but the AU is interesting and i might do something with it. Feel free to ask about it.

#cyberbeast au #warframe!bumblebee au #civil!blitzwing au #part-insecticon!bumblebee au #cons are good au #crack au #tfa au #maccadam #tfa #ask box #sparkeater!bumblebee au

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bagel-lover · 11 days ago

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Very short epic Idiots incorrect quotes + things they would totally say

A.B.E.: Ok, first of all, what the fuck?

Me too ABE, me too..

Prescott: I think my guardian angel drinks.

Not surprising..

A.B.E.: Wow, I really think I would’ve gotten along with young Prescott!

Prescott: I know. That’s why I decided to change everything about my life.

Prescott emo era core

Clocky: How stupid do you think I am?!

Clockwise: You really want an honest answer to that?

Clocky wyd here, this is a Bagel!Au post 😭

Mad Doc: I feel awful about killing you.

Clockwise:

Mad Doc: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

Liar liar coat on fire.

Oswald: Mad Doc, you’ve tried 37 times and you’ve failed every time. Give it a break.

Mad Doc: DO I HEAR “FIRST TRY PART 38?”

A.B.E.: My gender is in a constant state of flux.

Prescott please help him

Ani. Captain Hook: How the hell are you still alive?

Clockwise: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

Epic Mickey thinner route aftermath

A.B.E.: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress..

PRESCOTT I SWEAR TO DAWHL. HELP YO DAMN ROBOT.

Bagel's EM AU quotes n shi below the cut

Prescott: "Behold, my greatest creation!"

A.B.E.: "Fella, I'm right here-"

Clockwise: "If I hear that wretched tune one more time I will actually kill someone."

Oswald: "Noted.."

Clockwise: "You wanna know about my family? Well there's...Glockenspiel, Timepiece, Clocky is just another AU of the main one and Clockboy is just anthro Glockenspiel, oh Carillon's the French guy, Chaimu is the one from Tokyo, the Hong Kong guy forgot his name twice, Clockenspiel is also one! I have a big family."

A.B.E.: "Woah."

Cap. Hook: "Blimey, me father's dead and me mother disappeared."

Gus, being forced to babysit them: "...oH."

Prescott: "A.B.E. told me you were coming. He's too nice for his own good."

Oswald: "Hey, Mickey was the one who broke the dioramas!"

Prescott: "He WHAT. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH DAMN TIME I SPENT ON THOSE?!"

Mickey: "...Oops...?"

Clockwise: "HAHAHAAAA!! I SHOULD BE DEAD RIGHT NOW!"

A.B.E, listening awkwardly from the lobby: "That's a lil concerning, big fella."

Cap. Hook: "Aye, same. That little flyin gremlin took me head and turned me into this."

A.B.E: "He made more dioramas?!"

Dior. Blot: "Hehehehee..."

(Yeah, when Prescott made more after the games in my au they gained sentience and now will cause utter chaos until they are ready for the public.)

#epic mickey clocktower #epic mickey headcanons #epic mickey gremlins #gremlin gus #gremlin prescott #chaos #glockenspiel #epic mickey abe #epic mickey 2 #epic mickey #mad doctor epic mickey #epic mickey Oswald #so many ideas #good lord #TOO MANY REFERENCES ABORT ABORT

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uglyduckling339 · 3 months ago

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KY'S LIFE IS STRANGE DOUBLE EXPOSURE NONSENSE LIVEBLOG: Episode 5

(spoiler warning OBVIOUSLY)

tutorial episode 1 episode 2 episode 3 episode 4

So i took a minor (like a week long) break after ep 4 bc ugh but im back now :D

highkey after that SHITSHOW of an ep (4), i dont even remember what the plot is nomo

max jumped into the storm ! okay girl yodo

chat im gonna be so fr this entire ep was hella confusing. it was a nightmare but not? it was real but not? what the fuck happened

anyways 2 moons 😍 it's to signify that the universes are indecipherable rn

HER JOURNAL ENTRY AW :( "i'm playing it with somebody new now"

i'm lowkey scared of this nightmare scene. LiS' scene was literally HORRIFYING

wait is safi like in a diff world from us

okay yes rhis is 100% a nightmare jesus fuck

pompedo text but cat is so cutesy

WARREN?? OH MY GOD

another glitch lmao, mose's cig is puncturing through the ash tray

YO HE GOT SAFI'S LINES.

POSSESSED MOSES??

Okay this is highkey cool

OH MY GOD IT'S SAFI NOW?? WOAH

OH. SHES IN OUR MIND TOO ! DUH

max take a selfie quick get her out

BLUE BUTTERFLY?? DONT FUCK W ME RN.

dog is this real or fake. im so lost.

WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES 🗣

oh my god

god

BLACKWELL

um. why is it max and safi 😭 thats so random

it's giving me and my mutuals when we quote LiS ngl

highkey this is funny to watch

i'm so using this scene for a tiktok

oop girl u dont got no power nomo

OH ALSO !! TRAUMA YIPPIE

i feel like this would've hit better if they js redid the og scene w nathan and chloe but wtvr

JOYCE KATE AND VICTORIA??? OH MY GOD

i bet chloe's gonna be the last text in this

guys i forgot how to universe hop lmao

GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE??? THE BINDERS??

for yalls info, jeffershit got to 24 girls according to the binders on the table

WOAH RACHEL ON THE WALL

more trauma yay

"he is selling you for parts" ?

OH MY FUCK. THE SEAT.

OH MY GOD

"I'm not 18 anymore" YES !! YES MAX ILYSM

yeah okay so lucas is violently compared jefferson. broski one is WAY worse n it's not lucas i fear

the camera shaking was crazy omg

YESS FREE URSELF MAX !!

why's there a giant ass tree here lmao

MORE SITS 🗣

yall know damn well how much i fw these sits

apparently safi spoke but i couldn't hear the audio for her, i could only read the subtites ?

also the music has gotten highkey fire tbh.

it's giving Before The Storm vibes

one huge complaint about this game is the lack of dialogue between characters. in LiS u could spend ages talking to every single minor character and now beyond cut scenes theres like. reggie diamond vinh and loretta n thats it.

AH WHERE DID YALL COME FROM

this gotta be a nightmare bro yall keep jumpscaring me

Reggie !! my fav !!

bro what is a time vortex.

yay that totes made sense ! 10/10 explantion

poor reggie i love him sm :(

VINH !! MY OTHER FAV

Omg wait so they all remember both worlds?

woah okay sick

brother move ONNN. she dont like u

nobody:

max: maybe you should focus on what's in front of you (me) and move on (towards me)

LMFAO GWEN'S JS CHILLING OUTSIDE MID-STORM

ngl that's such a mood. Me too girl.

jesus so like max is gonna have to tell EVERYONE about her powers after this

AHHH CHLOE TEXT

"so tired of being sorry" max :(

LMFAO? VINH/MOSES ROMANCE AU OKAYY

YO WHAT THE HELL

Chloe in the Dark Room core

I HAVE SO MANY COMMENTS BRO WHAT

um okay we're gonna move on from that polaroid but. okay man. enjoy his telescope ig

woah this is a new place

oh my gosh this is a post-storm motel

WAIT OKAY SO i chose bae>bay, what happens in bay>bae for this scene??

this is making me sad guys. chloe come home

oh dear god please not another dorm time loop

bro what is max on abt this is very clearly the same fucking room💀

ohh the painting is diff.

its still the same room tho

FUCK U MEAN THIS IS A DIFF ROOM BRO ITS THE SAME AS THE LAST 2

okay actually i lied. cleveland doesnt have a hot plate

OH MY GOD IS THIS THE FIRST ROOM POST-BREAK UP :(

why is this bitch YAWNING so much. wake up.

woah wheres the color

THE WALLS ARE FAKE?? WOAH

okay yeah girl take a nap. no problem. totes time for a break. right now. mid-storm.

omg it's like her sense of reality is slipping

OHH okay fine. thats why they're the same room. that's kinda chill ig

N E B U L A

baby wake up this is a nightmare

oo double sits !!

fucking bitch ass fuck ass fucking dvsidhjdjd

loading screen.

max not hiding her powers core

this game is SO pretty btw. i love the sky

"i need her" U ALREADY GOT 2 WHOLE ASS LOVE INTERESTS. DOWN GIRL

these doors are so trippy damn

all that for her to be right behind us. cool

okay i like safi now that she's normal again

OKAY CONFIDENT MAX !! ILY

wtf they are soo gay in this ep

i'm genuinely gonna crash out over these loading screens oh my fucking lord

safi is literally chloe w superpowers

yeah okay she kinda got u there max..

oh great Safi's magneto again

oh hell no. max snap on her please. beat her ass into sense

safi out here planning the damn avengers innitive lmfao

what am i even agreeing to.

yes mr nick fury (safi) 🫡 i will be there to join your superpowered team🫡

oh yeah i forgot yasmin is like bleeding out rn

oh my god :( chloe reached out :(

MAX ANSWER HER?? LMAO WHAT

oh fuck yeah guys remind me to watch a video of this part bc i missed what max said abt the text

it's kinda symbolic how in the most peaceful scene we've seen with max, she still hears chloe's voice from likely the worst day of her life. like a symbol for how her trauma will never be fully gone, she's just living around it.

okay ik i was rambling this whole time about wanting her to have a breakdown but honestly this is what i actually wanted :( max healing ily

also tessa rose jackson is an absolute BEAST musically. holy shit

OH so the world's merged? hm

ig it's cool that they remember everything now, max isn't alone w the memories this time.

TIMBID GUY AND GOTH GIRL AW

reggie <3 loretta <3

okay so loretta's grown on me soo much. she's obvi annoying but she doesn't mean actual harm n she's kinda nice

and reggie my fav ! i love him sm

i may have forgotten reggie and vinh fucked (?). yeah my bad man

i'm still so confused. what was real and fake in that storm? what do they specifically remember?

"do u feel 2 ppl fighting in ur mind for the truth" (or whatever tf loretta said) nope ! skill issue on ur part girl

oh wow max asked for consent before snapping pics of every1!! rare sight fr!

that feeling when u post pictures roasting ur students and friends but don't respond to chloe elizabeth price's text

ALSO :( I MISS IRIS :( WHY WOULD U GIVE HIM AWAY :(

is it bc the text. that wasn't real max, i promise ur cat didn't fr send hate to u

good god how does diamond know abt our powers bro

WAIT DO THEY ALL KNOW ABOUT HER POWERS??? HOW DID I MISS THAT?? DID THEY LIKE TELL US THEY ALL KNOW??

max is HARSH with these captions

lmao "Vinh in his natural habitat ; A bar'

bro i love gwen sm. what is that pose😭

NOW HOLD UP MOSES. I DID N O T GIVE MY SEAL OF APPROVAL. ALL I DID WAS LET HER LEAVE TOWN. THAT'S IT.

no hate but why is diamond here and not reggie?? reggie was WAY more involved with this supernatural stuff then her

okay and that's the end of the game !

jk actually there's an end-credit scene (because it's the MCU apparently)

cool so diamond has magic. and safi just happened to know purely bc of a nose bleed. radical 😐👍

guys if u wanted to announce the avengers you could've referenced LiS2 or true colors instead; that's also ok instead of making another character w powers.

IM DYING BRO i've been making avengers jokes and then all i see is a fucking "Max Caulfield Will Return" screen😭😭😭 this is a joke there is no way yall are serious rn😭😭💀

okay um tryna lock back in now, i've got a couple notes:

so overall, this game was VERY if-y. it had some good moments, but the storyline was super unstable and it felt like they didn't really know what they were doing while writing it.

I liked the concept of a multi-versal murder mystery, but once they drifted away from that and started spiralling into the weird Super-Safi storyline it got kinda confusing to follow along

I truly think they had a really great idea with this game, but the weak plot-twists and boring storyline absolutely bombed it. (I guess you could say that the only murderer in this "murder mystery" was the game's plot killing itself)

I also think it had a really lovely messege about overcoming trauma, and I liked how they treated Max's PTSD with the storm (plus her heartbreak from Chloe was actually well handled, which was a huge concern for me when I heard abt it). I think her Dark Room trauma was treated kinda weird bc of the time vortex thing but honestly that was more of a plot-clarity issue over a conceptual problem.

At the beginning, I was HEAVILY judging the music. Maybe my tastes have changed in the past month or sum but now the music isn't that bad (I still HATE the intro song tho) and I actually like the new vibe this game brought to the LiS world. It was def different from the OG LiS game but I feel like thats a good thing since a huge portion of this game is proving that Max isn't that same teenager anymore. She's changed, the world around her changed, and so her new game is a reflection of that.

Also, the cat content... I LOVED customizing the cat, but I thought the add-on was gonna be more obvious and didn't even realize that I had missed the actual content until I went into the trophies menu after playing lmfao😭😭

I have like a million more comments abt this game but I feel like I got all my major stuff out already so I'm gonna stop rambling lol. I still have my pricefield rant/analysis i'm working on and I'll probably make some small comments while I platinum the game but this is it for my live-blogs !! Thank you to my hundreds of adoring fans for sharing these out to world and to the actual 3 people who interacted and decided to try and deciper my insanity ! 🫶

#life is strange #life is strange double exposure #lis double exposure #lis de spoilers #lis de #life is strange double exposure spoilers #double exposure #ky plays life is strange double exposure

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