#ask mingle

[archerdepartures116]

MingLing?🥺

The Liu Clan will not continue with this generation😭🙏

[sapphicyanli]

park "i'm not gonna do any real flirting, just gonna stare at the woman of my dreams until she noticed my pathetic level of yearning radiating off of my aura and big brown eyes" gyeong sok

[stellar-collective]

I simply adore your ghost hunter au. Can we please see Phoenix and/or Reginald interacting with the ghost of Fabricator? She's my fav ghost design!

Phoenix should probably start running before the Fabricator unleashes her 5 million pins and needles attack

[creation-quintet]

Dunggeulge dunggeulge (Jjak)

Dunggeulge dunggeulge (Jjak)

Binggeulbinggeul doragamyeo chumeul chupsida

Sonppyeogeul chimyeonseo (Jjak)

Noraereul bureumyeo (Jjak)

La-la-la-la, jeulgeoupge chumchuja

@omniandco @chimeras-critters

[everwhovian]

hi! Love ur short fics of the hwang bros. Doing gods work i say. Would u be able to write onewhere it’s somehwee in season 2 but inho keeps hallucinating junho (maybe side effect of his trauma aftee shooting him in season 1) like maybe in the 2nd game or mingle

I'm gonna be completely honest with you here – I wrote the mingle scene already for what remains (act 6) 'cause a scene like that has been in my head ever since I watched that episode!! So I pulled my rambling out of my document, fixed it up a bit and now... enjoy!

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

The lights dimmed.

A mechanical whirr cut through the silence as the platform beneath them began to rotate. In-ho stayed still, head lowered just enough to remain unseen, just enough to watch. He didn’t need to pretend to be nervous. His pulse was erratic, not from fear of the game – but from everything else.

The spinning slowed. Then stopped.

A terrible hush settled across the players, the kind that only lasted a beat. And then: “Ten players.”

The crowd exploded.

A dozen voices rose at once. Bodies pressed into each other, everyone grabbing, calculating, scanning for familiar faces or anyone who might be useful. In-ho didn’t move. He watched it all from the eye of the storm, untouched, his thoughts quiet even as the room dissolved into chaos. It was always like this – the first few seconds of panic when the number was called. Even the clever ones stumbled. Fear made fools of everyone.

Gi-hun didn’t hesitate. His head turned, sharp and alert, eyes already searching. He moved with a kind of stubborn purpose that In-ho remembered well – always trying to save people, even now. He was already weaving through bodies when he found her. Player 120.

“How many are you?”

“Four.” She spun toward him, flanked by three others – player 095, player 009, and player 149. They stuck close together, braced against the tide of players pushing past.

“That makes nine,” Jung-bae commented.

Dae-ho pressed in over his shoulder, tense, while Jun-hee hovered close behind, glancing anxiously at the already closing doors.

In-ho stepped forward, seamlessly joining them.

Another player – number 050 – rushed over, trying to recruit their group of five to join him instead. But before anyone could respond, a different group dragged him away.

“We have to hurry,” In-ho said, pitching his voice to match the urgency in the air. “There’s no time, Gi-hun.”

“Need one more!” player 120 shouted.

Her eyes cut through the chaos, scanning wildly.

There – player 044. Alone, frantic, throwing her hands up and praying to an unseen entity.

Player 120 lunged, grabbed her by the arm, and hauled her toward the others.

“Room 44!” someone screamed.

And that was it – the signal, the lightning strike. Everyone moved at once. A stampede. Players surged toward the rooms, clutching each other, some tripping, others shouting. The doors lining the walls began to slam shut one by one as rooms filled. Too many people. Not enough spaces.

Even In-ho was swept into the momentum, carried by the panic. But his mind stayed sharp.

He reached the door first.

Room 44.

He threw it open.

“Go!” he shouted. “Go, go!”

They surged past him – Gi-hun first, then player 120, still dragging player 044 by the arm. Player 095 followed close behind. Player 007 rushed in next with his mother, player 149, clinging tightly to him. Dae-ho. Jung-bae. Jun-hee.

Nine.

He was the last.

In-ho stepped through and grabbed the handle behind him, slamming the door shut. The lock snapped into place with a heavy, final click.

Silence.

Ten players. A full group. Safe – if that word still meant anything here.

Everyone breathed. Some slid to the floor. Others stayed standing, shoulders heaving.

In-ho didn’t move.

Instead, he turned back to the door, to the narrow slot that served as a window, just wide enough to see the room beyond.

There was still noise out there – screams, pounding, the sound of fists against metal. The unlucky ones. The too-slow. The ones still begging for a spot.

He watched them.

At first, it was all a blur. Shapes, motion, shadows slamming into the metal doors of sealed rooms. Desperation in its rawest form. One player collapsed just outside their door. Another yanked at the handle, as if brute force might still open it. His face was pale, lips cracked.

And then – in the chaos –

A boy turned.

Not toward the door, not toward the others, but directly toward In-ho. His gaze cut through the narrow slot like he already knew where to look.

And In-ho stopped breathing.

Jun-ho.

It was him.

The eyes were the same. So was the mouth. The slope of his brow. Even the wound across his cheek – familiar, too familiar. The boy didn’t move. Just looked at him, silent and steady, as if he'd always known In-ho was watching. As if he’d been waiting. As if he never fell.

They locked eyes.

A bolt of something – fear or grief or something so much worse – ripped through In-ho’s chest.

No.

It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

But it was.

For one, crushing second, the world narrowed. The sounds dulled. The air thinned.

He felt himself moving before he realized it. His hand lifted, fingers brushing the cold metal of the door handle. His other hand came up too, ready to pull, to open the door again – get to him –

Everything rushed in at once – the smell of gunpowder, the weight of his brother’s stare, the cold ocean water closing over his head.

His heart stuttered in his chest.

It was Jun-ho.

He just had to get to him –

He grabbed the handle.

And froze.

The metal bit into his palm.

Jun-ho stared back at him through the window.

Not angry. Not scared.

Just watching.

Waiting.

And then, without warning, everything shattered.

Someone shoved past the boy, blocking the view. The figure shifted – hair too short, shoulders too broad, face wrong.

It wasn’t him.

It was never him.

The illusion shattered as quickly as it had appeared.

In-ho flinched back from the door, stumbling a step, his breath tearing out of him in a sharp gasp. His hand hovered uselessly in the air.

His vision tunneled.

Gunshot.

The recoil jolting through his arms.

Jun-ho’s body arched back – staggered – stumbled.

Fell.

The sound of the sea. The wind. The silence after the shot.

Jun-ho’s eyes widened as he plummeted from the cliff’s edge, arms outstretched. And then – nothing but ocean. Swallowing him whole.

Gone.

In-ho gripped the edge of the doorframe now, hard enough to ache.

His face – the way Jun-ho had looked at him – it hadn’t been angry. It had been disappointed. Terrified.

In-ho’s mouth parted, but no sound came out.

He blinked hard, forcing the memory down, trying to anchor himself in the present.

In-ho blinked. Once. Twice.

It wasn’t Jun-ho. It was no one. Just another body among hundreds.

Behind him, someone muttered something. Player 044 was already complaining. Her voice, sharp and shrill. Gi-hun was saying something calm, trying to soothe. But the words were underwater. In-ho’s heart was still hammering against his ribs, louder than anything else.

He turned away from the door.

Didn’t speak.

And somewhere behind his eyes, Jun-ho was still falling.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

(A/N: so... first round of mingle! Definitely more rounds in which In-ho could see Jun-ho somewhere!)

[vqnta]

Being friends with neurotypical people is so weird because I'll be working for 20 hours straight on the most bizarre, autism-fueled project without so much as blinking and then I'll be asked what I did that weekend and simply answer "oh I just relaxed."

[jespardon]

yes iminterested in headcanons without art yes i want to hear abr your thoughts on purebrutal please please pls sir just 1 drop (or several) of purebrutal hcs for the poor and the needy…

actually you know what you're so nice you get this scrapped first draft for a purebrutal..... thing :3c

okay this is the nsfw alt so these are very much nsfw. alsoooo a lot of what i'm about to write is from me and @slobber-teeth 's brains telepathically connecting throughout the day.

Cw for sliiiight dubcon mention at the end

OKAY SO there's a lot of buildup in their relationship from hating each other's ass but this is at a point where they "tolerate" (madly want to fuck) each other. there's a WHOLE lot of denial between them, both the emotional kind and the literal kink kind lmao. they both know they're attracted to each other but Brutal is on some "i'm a d4rk lone wolf, i don't love i only fuck etc" mindset, while Pure is obviously more "well i'm a man of god, i can't possibly be acting upon these evil impure thoughts".

So there's a lot of powerplay exchanges between them, Pure denying Brutal any sex, making his frustration only grow with time; and Brutal trying to coax Pure into it by making elaborate horny displays (like this one above) or insisting that "it's not sin as long as we don't have sex the 'regular' way 😇"

[pomefioredove]

Vil with a tomboy girl that hates wearing pretty things and make-up and her clothes is a mess all of the time.

Poor man is questioning what he did wrong in life to reach this point.

one too many trips to visit epel in harveston

imagine a romance between vil's perfect angel daughter and one of epel's unruly farm children. vil has his head in his hands trying so so hard to be supportive

[askthechronoverse]

▪️ Cal, are you still you?

I'mmmm totally Cal? Wₕₒₑᵥₑᵣ ₜₕₐₜ ᵢₛ...

[feketeribizli]

last anon is incorrect, need marci on the podium so he can give the champagne to the rookies. p3 deserves crimes.

and which one of them should he spray in the mouth with champagne sexual style...

[slashthrashandcrash]

Slash what are your other blogs? Can you tag em?

.................................n-no..

[gomzdrawfr]

Does Raven and Jelly have MANY interactions with other OCs? (Like one of your friends OCs) I’m curious

Hey there! To date, Jelly have zero, Raven have about 6 only, 3 were within close friends, 3 as a gift for fellow cod artists

I do want to share why xD know that this isn't meant to be harsh or dismissive, just an explanation of where I'm coming from.

Although I am pretty much okay with most thing in COD, I'm however extremely picky about how I portray Raven because of past experiences where her character had been invalidated, misinterpret or forced into dynamics that just don't align with her personality or backstory (eg. being best friends with medic OCs, shoehorn with a group of Shadow company OCs or drawn with set of clothes that's just...well that's just not Raven).

Part of this is of course, on myself. I've developed a specific way I write her but I struggle to fully explain how she works xD I think unlike most COD OCs, the way I've wrote her background made it so she's not really suited to being casually thrown in every situation (like of the primary reason was how she grew up from a highly individualistic PMC so socializing is a whole other shebang to deal with) Her relationship with Price is an exception (because I said so LMAO)

That being said tho, this isn't me saying "hey dont put Raven with your own OC, like ever". OC creation is meant to be fun and one of the best part of having them is to mash it with another, and I welcome any fanarts of her (like wdym you drew my bbg let's get married rn-) hence the Raven fanbox post. I think if anyone have an idea or would like to collaborate about placing Raven with their own OC, I'm more than happy to discuss it, just shoot me an ask first :]

Now Jelly is different to Raven, since I've made her from a more casual background and actually wanted her to be more of a character that more people can relate to, anyone's free to draw her with their OC if they want to :3 she's just a sillay gurl, maybe a bit shy and skiddish but she's bubbly to be around with!

On a lighter note, check out these Raven collab doodles I have :3 (the baby one is my friend's oc's baby)

[creation-quintet]

"Girls, let's lock in."

[mantisgodsdomain]

Any opinions on human domestication guide? I feel like some of the pieces for it might appeal to you with the whole yes kink no sex aspect of them

That's the, uhh, plant people domesticating humans setting, right? We aren't 100% familiar with it but we've seen enough to know that the narrative treatment is solidly... really, really not for us. Dan is more familiar with it than us, but from what we've seen, we're very inclined to just opt out of it - the narrative treatment of the actual domestication process treats it way too much like a good thing for us to be capable of being comfortable with it, and it has a sort of, like, lack of awareness of itself that throws it from "could be cool" solidly into squick territory.

Listen, we love a good bit of domestication and loss of autonomy, but the way that a lot of the narrative we've seen treats it is... awful, honestly, leaves us feeling like we need to get a good drink to get the taste of it out of our mouth, and it's not even something that we can fully verbalize because it's something in the higher framework and the treatment and execution of tropes that is really goddamn hard to explain without a five thousand word essay, and we don't want. To read enough of it to do that.

It feels bad to read. It is the unfortunate combination of "kink that's close enough to what we generally enjoy that it feels like something we should like but makes us want to cringe out of our skin in practice" that has gotten it and derivative works recommended to us and we just get immediately turned off by the narrative treatment. It's not... great. We are going to turn to Dan's opinion for this since we can't get past a few chapters on even derivative works and he has far more tolerance for this stuff.

It would be different if it had more of, the, like, self awareness of other works - the knowing of the author that what is being done is awful, even if the work itself takes place in a universe where that would not be a consideration. The first chapter's treatment of humanity is uncomfortable. The further treatment of humans and their domestication pushes that discomfort further, and it feels like the author thinks this domestication is a good thing - that it's a net gain for humanity to be enslaved. It treats it, narratively, like a utopia that people are resisting for no good reason, and that's...

There's a reason we prefer dark fiction over utopia, you know? The difference between a utopia book and a dystopia book, a lot of the time, is that the person writing the dystopia knows the world they're writing would be miserable to live in, and the person writing the utopia hasn't thought that their ideal world might be a nightmare for someone else. We can take a lot of very dark bullshit, but the moment that you lose that awareness that what's happening here is fucking terrible, you lose our... ability to engage with the work. Because if you, the author, aren't displaying that awareness, we can't keep with it. It's like how you can tell when an author doesn't view women as people, but with that view of... autonomy. The disabled. The way that cutting away any choice of how to live is seen as a mercy - and we know this may seem an extreme view of the subject matter presented, but we have seen these ways of thinking in people before, and a lot of those experiences have majorly affected our life.

We can see how someone would like it, if they had different experiences to us, if their brain worked a different way. Unfortunately, it makes us want to physically chew our arms off, and none of the narrative we've seen escapes that... pervasive, all-consuming thought, in the background, that you don't know yourself as well as someone else with a position of power over you. That if you gave up control, someone could make the decisions for you, and that would be good. That life is better when you have no say over what happens to your own body.

If it's something you like, we aren't going to yuck your yum. KINKTOMATO is a thing for a good reason, and you enjoying something is decidedly not our problem - we probably would legitimately never mention it if not specifically asked. But we quite value our bodily autonomy, and we have lived our life in a position where almost all of our problems have come from the fact that there are a lot of people who believe we don't have the capacity to properly make our own decisions, and we have had to battle that, tooth and claw, for years, and still, arguably, don't have all of our life in hand. It feels awful, it strikes on things we have personal experience with from an angle that feels like the author believes that it was stupid for us to attempt to fight people who had best intentions for us, even when "best intentions" can pave a road to hell worse than anything else you can imagine.

The sympathy in this narrative does not go to those who fight against domestication. In this setting, we are treated like a toddler fighting against what's best for us for wanting the right to choose what we do with our own body, and we cannot separate that underlying view from the story enough to enjoy it.

Also it doesn't have enough interesting spec bio for us to tolerate it sorry

[1800duckhotline]

temerice question! what's her favorite way to go to different places (as in. by car or walking or smth) & why?

very good question i surprisingly have an answer for! Temerice is actually thoroughly a passenger princess, she never got a driver's license so she's always been a public transport girlie through and through. it helps she's decent with understanding directions and finding her way through the city.

as a vampire this doesn't really change, especially since whatever plans she might've had to go outside of LA are up in smoke. considering her new important role as part of the Anarchs, she finds no reason to "run away" now that her unlife is drastically better than what her human life was (to her).

If she needs to go to distant places outside of downtown, where her current "headquarters" is (got herself a new apartment not far from the one she lived in before), she usually takes taxis or asks her friends to accompany her. Otherwise, she doesn't mind walking at all, as comes natural to her as a Gangrel. Especially if the way there involves walking through a park.

[askthechronoverse]

You said you were up for a Magic anon, here we go!

M!anon event!: Body-swap! Everybody is swapped for 24hrs! Who’s in who, and how yall handling?

Uh...

So when we say "everybody"...

I have a big cast... uh...

RJ is in Unikitty's body.

Unikitty is in Emmet

Richard is in Puppycorn

Puppycorn is in Lucy

Hawkodile is in RJ.

Dr. Fox is in Hawkodile

Lucy is in Richard

Emmet is in Dr. Fox

For the kids:

Cal is in Kit

Kit is in Bellamy

Charmy is in Cal

Vito is in Charmy

Bellamy is in Ai

Ai is in Vito

Hey, RJ? How's it...

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!?