#but I want to also go gremlin mode

[kay-elle-cee]

The way I’m like 95% done with a tumblr prompt fic and I’ve FINALLY worked through the one block I had on it…but won’t have time to update and edit it until tomorrow morning probably. 🥲

[muselexum]

( waking up one morning after 18 months of hiatus and finally getting the spark™ to freshen up ur rp blog )

[citrine-elephant]

thinking about leon having an EXTREME fuckin sweet tooth and getting absolutely shitfaced on those fruity drinks at the bars

[oneirataxia-girl]

episode five of alvita attempts to art: so I made a mistake edition

ft. Yume Kazama (Jujutsu Kaisen)

[meenaxskz]

when he gets sick (hyung line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack warnings: language a/n : sorry for the silence. life said ✨plot twist✨. but here’s something to distract you! ✧ hyung line | maknae line

bang chan

you walk into the room with tea in one hand and judgment in the other. chan’s in bed. sweaty. pale. wrapped in blankets like a sad spring roll. and of course… of COURSE. he’s got the laptop again. you stop. blink. “really?” he looks up, fake innocent. eyes glassy. lips dry. “what?” you squint. “why are you working right now?” he blinks slower. “…i’m not.” you glance down. ableton. open. project name: “BANG CHAN FINAL FINAL FINAL MIX ACTUAL FINAL I SWEAR” “christopher. bang. chan.” he winces “okay i was working but just for a minute—” “you have a FEVER. and a death wish.” he sniffles “my creativity doesn’t take sick days.” you sigh and set the tea down “wanna know where your creativity is gonna go?” he blinks. “IN THE CEILING. WHERE YOUR LAPTOP’S ABOUT TO BE.” he gasps. hugs the laptop to his chest like it’s his firstborn “don’t threaten her!! she has feelings!” you snatch it in one swift motion. “SHIT SHE’S FAST—” you unplug it. tuck it under your arm “you’re on rest mode. no tech. no work. no producing.” he groans. flops back dramatically. “you don’t understand. the project NEEDS ME—” “the project also needs you to be ALIVE.” five minutes later: he’s under three blankets. grumpy. arms crossed. you feed him soup. he pretends to hate it “what is this? poison?” “it’s chicken noodle, you absolute gremlin.” he slurps it anyway “…it’s pretty good.” you press a cold rag to his forehead. he sighs “you’re gonna leave me like this. laptopless. joyless. alone.” you stare “you’re gonna take a nap.” he groans. “will you at least sing to me?” “no.” “…hold me like a baby?” “…fine.” ten minutes later? he’s asleep. drooling a little. snoring soft. you check under the bed. just to make sure he didn’t stash a secret ipad or something. you find his phone. tucked into a sock like it’s hiding. you whisper “...i knew it.” bonus: the next day he wakes up feeling better. you catch him hugging his laptop and whispering, “i missed you, my love. she was so cruel to you.” you: “i will LITERALLY unplug your entire life.”

lee know

you walk into the kitchen and immediately stop. minho’s leaning against the counter like he’s doing a vogue pose on the verge of collapse. “you good?” minho (clearly not good): “never better.” he sneezes so hard he hits the cabinet. you raise an eyebrow. “you’ve blown your nose seven times in two minutes. you’re wheezing. your knees buckled when you poured orange juice.” “coincidence.” you step forward with a thermometer. he holds up a hand like you’re holding a weapon “i don’t need that. i’m not a CHILD.” “no. children usually listen better.” you try to press it to his forehead. he dodges like a ninja. you try again. he spins. you chase. he crashes into the couch. “STOP TREATING ME LIKE I’M FRAGILE—” “minho, you just fainted trying to open a yogurt.” he groans and lays back. dramatic. arm over his eyes. like he’s dying in a historical novel. “i’m fine. i’m a man. men don’t nap.” “men also die for no reason. lay down.” you drag him to the bed. he lets you. but grumbles the entire time. “this is humiliating.” you tuck a blanket over him. “this is degrading.” you bring soup. he looks offended. “…is this chicken flavor? i like beef.” “eat it before i shove it in your nose.” ten minutes later? he’s curled into the blanket. holding a warm pack to his stomach. soup almost gone. cheeks pink. “want more?” he mutters something. you lean in. “what?” “…yes please.” you grin “huh. what was that? i couldn’t hear over your PRIDE.” he glares. “don’t make me cough on you.” bonus: you catch him later whispering to doongie: “she tucked me in. like i’m some pathetic little—” he sneezes. “…anyway. i think i love her.”

changbin

you walk in to find changbin on the couch like a grumpy little burrito. blanket over his head. only his eyes and a single bicep visible. he’s watching cartoons. volume low. pout HIGH. you blink. “how are you feeling?” he sniffs. “strong.” you squint “strong like… ‘i’m good’ strong? or strong like ‘i almost cried trying to reach the remote’ strong?” he pauses. “i didn’t cry. i just grunted emotionally.” you sit down and feel his forehead. he doesn’t move. just stares dramatically. “am i dying?” he whispers. “you have a mild fever. you’re not dying.” he closes his eyes. “…tell felix to take care of my plushies.” you bring him water. he sips it like he’s been rescued from a desert. then cough suspiciously loud. “that cough was FAKE.” “was not. it came from my soul.” you hand him some sliced oranges. his lip wobbles. “…you peeled them?” “of course.” he turns away. sniffles harder “don’t look at me. i’m fine.” “are you tearing up because of fruit right now??” “no. these are just really… thoughtful citrus.” twenty minutes later: he’s in your lap. wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. cuddling a bunny plush. watching paw patrol. “i’m literally a tank,” he mumbles, full pout. “but like… a soft tank.” you kiss his forehead “my softest tank.” he sniffles again. “…don’t tell the others.” bonus: he gets better the next day and tries to act cool again. but you catch him sneaking the bunny plush into his gym bag. you: “strong again?” changbin: nods, flexing dramatically “back to beast mode, baby.” the bunny peeks out of his hoodie pocket. you say nothing.

hyunjin

you walk into the bedroom. hyunjin is face-down on the bed like he’s been defeated by life. blankets everywhere. a tissue stuck to his cheek. “…you good?” him, muffled: “no.” you bring medicine and tea. he doesn’t move. just dramatically points toward the nightstand like he’s too weak to lift a hand. “you’re so annoying.” “and sick. don’t forget sick.” you try to give him the pill. he stares at it like it’s poison “it’s huge.” “it’s literally the size of a tic tac.” “do you want me to choke and die right now? is that what you want???” he finally takes it after you bribe him with a popsicle. “you’re being so dramatic—” “WELL SOMEONE HAS TO BE.” you go to leave the room. as you turn to leave— ding-a-ling-a-ling you freeze. “…what was that.” you turn around. he’s holding A BELL. a literal. actual. fucking. bell. “where did you get that.” “my bag.” “WHY was that in your bag??” “i knew one day it would come in handy.” ding-a-ling-a-ling “stop.” “you said you’d take care of me.” “i didn’t say i’d become your room service.” “…i crave grapes.” “we don’t have grapes.” “…then cut a banana into circles and pretend.” your soul briefly leaves your body. “you are so lucky you’re cute,” you mutter, turning toward the kitchen. behind you, you hear the softest little "yay." a few minutes later, you return. plate in hand. banana. perfectly sliced. arranged in a damn circle pattern. sprinkled with cinnamon because you care, unfortunately. you set it on the nightstand. “your fake grapes.” hyunjin blinks at the plate. then at you “…you rolled your eyes so hard i thought they were gonna fall out.” “yeah. and yet here you are. fed.” he grabs the plate “i love you.” you sit beside him with a sigh “i know.” he pops a banana slice in his mouth. “…tastes like betrayal.” you throw a pillow at his face. --- twenty minutes later? he’s asleep, bell on his chest, lip poked out. you tiptoe over to take the bell. his eyes snap open. “i felt that.” bonus: you finally hide the bell. next day? he’s using the dog’s toy bell collar and shaking his whole head. “i’ve ADAPTED,” he announces, crown of tissues on his head. “you CANNOT silence me.” you sigh. “…i should’ve just let the cold take him.”

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[bcmbiquinn]

Boyfriend!Eddie Munson Headcanons

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He’d always make mixtapes/playlists for you for any occasion, “songs that remind me of us” “we should make out to this rhythm” type of thing.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He’d drag you to every underground metal concert he can find but he would also go to any concert you want.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Following the above, he would do anything to get you tickets for your favourite artist, like anything! Camping the night before to be early in line -modern Eddie would have a laptop, 3 phones and a tablet to get you tickets-

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Late night drives with your boy, yup! Blasting music, windows down and taking random turns until you end up in a secluded spot and make out for hours. (Maybe more)

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Eddie is definitely a total romantic, he would write you cheesy love notes on scraps of paper, make poems for you, showing up late at night outside your window with a flower he stole from your neighbour yard.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He would try on making breakfast for you, but it’s mostly just burnt toast and half cooked scrambled eggs, he tried tho!

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Touchy touchy, this man can’t take his hands off of you, pinching your cheeks, hand on your lower back, on your knees, caressing your arm, kisses on your forehead and neck and so on.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Eddie definitely needs a lot of reassurance, deep inside he always feels like people would eventually leave him, he desperately wants you to reassure him but struggles to ask for it, but once you do it and tell him there’s no one else you’d rather be, he melts instantly!

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He’s really into matching tattoos and would love to get one with you but if you’re hesitant about, he’d just draw one on you with a sharpie.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ ridiculously overprotective, you stub your toe, he’s like “Who did this to you?” Then proceeds to flip of the chair or hit the couch with his foot and ends up hurting himself too!

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧He’s sooo dramatic when he gets a cold, acts like he’s dying, all tucked acting like he’s on his deathbed holding your hand dramatically “my love…i don’t think I’d make it this time”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He can’t lie and definitely can’t keep secrets from you, if he has planned a surprise for you, he’s going to mess up immediately “Okay but when we get to the… I mean the totally normal thing we're doing! Forget what i said that!”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He would stole your snacks and leftovers, his logic? “What’s yours is mine, love. That’s how love works”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He takes fake offence to everything, if you say you don’t like a band he loves he would act as if you just stabbed him.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He’s genuinely protective of you, if someone upset you he goes full beast mode, “do I need to kick someone’s ass?” He doesn’t play about you or your safety.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ if he’s ever mad at you, he would never be mean, he may cross his arms and grumble but the moment you give him puppy eyes he melts “you’re so lucky I love you, you little gremlin”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Our boy is a crybaby but he never had someone to rely on until he found you, he would try to hold his tears but the moment you hug him and whisper “I got you, Eds” it’s over, he buries his face on your shoulder shaking as he sobs.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He loves making gifts for you, he thinks it’s way more romantic, he would spent hours making the perfect necklace, ring for you, love letters, a scrapbook with all the memories you’ve made together, concert tickets, Polaroids.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧He totally loves your quirks, if you’re into collecting rocks, you better believe he would get you the prettiest rocks!

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧He would give you one of his rings and if it doesn’t fit on your finger because it’s too big he would turn it into a necklace.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧he would give the most out of place birthday cards “congratulations on your promotion” “yaaaaaaaaay”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧He gives you his stuff to you for no reason, his jacket? Take it, his favourite band pin? Take it. If you ever mention liking something he has, straight right into your hands “No, really take it, I don’t even need it” he probably does need it.

We’re close to valetine’s day baddies!

Divider: @adornedwithlight

[glamourscat]

Some general hcs about the blue lock guys? Maybe if they are a girl or boy dad? Idk, anything of the sort thx 🙏🏻

Girls dads vs boys dads BLLK BOYS EDITION

GIRL'S DAD

⁃ REO MF MIKAGE. He is the N1 girl’s dad. So much that he *will* accidentally spoil her to the moon and back (literally). And he will hit you with “but look at her and her puppy eyes? How can you resist her? Is not my fault if she asked to own a star in her name for her birthday. It’s the least I could do for my own little star “

⁃ ISAGI: I don’t think I need to elaborate on him. But I will, because i love to yap. It's canon (or i think? i am pretty sure i have read it in the egoist bible but i cannot find the link i had saved for the life of me) that he would have loved a younger sister growing up. So it just makes sense.

⁃ BAROU : he has two younger sisters to which it's canon he cares and loves them for his dear life. Barou pretty much is already wired in husband and father mode ⁃ YUKIMIYA: purely out of personal vibes.

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE:

⁃ SHIDOU: In the eventual future where this little gremlin fixes whatever he has going on, he would make such a good girl dad. Why? vibes. He just fits the girl's dad vibes i can't explain to you why, you either see it or don't.

At the same time tho, I also see him as the unhinged, fun uncle who is everywhere at once. Living his life the most weirdly, yet oddly free, way.

BOY'S DAD (this is all about pure vibes honestly)

⁃ KUNIGAMI

⁃ CHIGIRI

⁃ GAGAMARU

BOTH

⁃ BACHIRA: My favourite Bee. He just wants a child honestly, in a very far future. He would be such a great dad. The fun, loving and just an absolute gem. He just want at least 2 kids, boy or girl doesn't matter as long as he can shower them with love.

⁃ NIKO

NONE

⁃ NAGI: I mean lmao.. self explanatory. He thinks everything is an hassle. Definitely doesn’t want kids

⁃ ARYU: I can’t personally see him having kids, he lives a stress free life and kids are definetly no stress free— he is the cool aunt that travels the world, has always some crazy stories up his sleeve and loves expensive wine and clothes.

⁃ KAISER: his childhood was everything but good. And the scars he suffered are a life time reminder of the neglect and abuse he faced. The amount of trauma cannot be healed over the course of a month nor a few years, it's a constant learning curve that will follow him until his last breath. Honestly speaking, just like Rin-- but in a more complicated way here, it would be extremely hard to get into a relationship with him alone. I cannot image how dating/ married and having a kid would work with his twisted way of seeing life and relationships.

⁃ SAE: emotional range of a tea spoon. I can’t see him settling down in a marriage, much less having a kid.

⁃ RIN: this is complicated, because I think he could settle in the “both” category and here. The thing is, objectively speaking, he is very selfish. His football career will come before anything, and like we see, he is not thinking twice before cutting people off if needed. Thus, if he doesn’t change his mindset/grow up.. if he wants a long, standing football career, I cannot see him settling any time soon. Not to mention his struggle to make friends, let alone being in a relationship. But, in the case he does change, I think he would like two kids for sure.

[alchemistc]

Actually you know what I don't think I've really seen anyone talk about how TYPICAL of Buck it is to revert to sex as a coping mechanism. Like yeah he's absolutely grown and changed from Buck 1.0 but let's look at his last year or so from his perspective:

Buck discovers new facets of his sexuality. He starts dating a dude who turned him into a feral little jealousy gremlin

Bobby leaves the 118 and leaves them with fuck ass Gerrard. Bobby almost dies.

Buck has a BOYFRIEND and he sees a future with him

Buck finds out something about his boyfriend that he can't square with, and gets frankly awful advice about what his boyfriend went through to make him Like That. He also continues to be not taken seriously about himself, his feelings, his wants and desires, his concerns

Buck gets dumped. He pushed too hard too fast as he tends to do and he gets dumped for it. Rinse and repeat

All of his friends immediately jump down his throat for wanting to talk to the dude who dumped him. He bakes. And bakes. And bakes and bakes and bakes and it doesn't stop him from missing the guy who dumped him

His best friend leaves. And while Buck can understand it it hurts enough to make him act a little out of pocket.

(Can we talk about the way everyone in his life infantalizing him absolutely makes him behave in childish ways in response? No? Okay I'll shut up.)

His sister gets kidnapped? And almost dies?

He moves out of a place he's lived in for five years to help his best friend. He cannot sleep in the new place.

He tries to make new friends but the thing is he already has a best friend and right now all he has available to him are stories about his best friend. So he tells them. To exhaustion.

So yeah. He's disconnected from a lot of his support systems because they just have other shit going on. (I do not blame them for not making him their number one priority and Buck doesn't either but they're still ...missing.)

He runs into his ex. His ex gives him a SCRAP and what does Buck do? He turns it immediately to sex. And he thinks to himself: this is what I'm good for this is what I can offer THIS will have to be enough even though this man has validated me: the way my brain works, the tangents I go on, the over-reactions I have and the way I get obsessive. But Tommy dumped him. So. Sex will have to be enough for Buck.

Like I just think we're undervaluing exactly how much this regression to fuckboy Buck makes sense. He's not doing it to be an asshole. It's a fucking survival instinct and he's been in survival mode since the second Tommy dumped him

[itsmeatballworld]

hold me close

pairing | husband!rick grimes x pregnant!wife!reader

summary | Reader is pregnant and her husband Rick Grimes is always caring and loving towards her, no matter what time of day.

wc | 1.2k

warnings | mentions of pregnancy/pregnant!reader, discomfort related to pregnancy

a/n | no plot, just soft and sweet Rick because he's a loving husband <3

Moonlight trickled through the large paned window and you were wide awake.

This was most nights; sleep would come fast but end just as quick. You exhaled, readjusting the pillow beneath your head with the hopes that would make you snug – and eventually you’d become tired.

But… nothing.

Everything was uncomfortable. The bed, the pillow. You twisted and turned, contorting your limbs around the sickly hot blankets but no angle or elevation was helping you sleep.

Opening your eyes wide, you grumbled.

“Let. Me. Sleep.” You tapped on the lowest part of your protruding belly with the hopes your unborn gremlin gets the hint. Let mommy sleep or nobody’s gonna like me tomorrow.

And so you scrunch your eyes closed with the hopes the warning was enough…but hell…not even a silly demand could make you fall asleep.

I guess I’ll start counting sheep or whatever sane people do.

First, you outlined your fuzzy slippers under the armchair and Rick’s comfy sweatpants folded neatly on the cushion. Judith’s toys were there too. Some were thrown on the floor from playing the day before. She has a habit of hiding her favorite toy in different parts of the bedroom every night when Rick brushes his teeth. It turns into a game the next morning of ‘daddy find my toy’. Rick usually shuffles around the bedroom and acts surprised when he finds it in the same spot every time: in your right slipper. Never the left, always the right one.

The soft snores from your husband beckon you to turn towards him. He was so peaceful, enjoying his dream about ‘who-knows-what’. And you wanted to be doing that too but you couldn’t and it was irritating. Every twist felt wrong and unnatural. Surely you were going stir crazy.

You groaned. With a last-ditch effort, you push your body to the left with the hopes you can relax on your side. But nothing.

Each second you lie in bed, every moment you're awake, it gives you more reasons to get up and go outside for air. If sleep was not happening, then fuck it – the day starts now.

The bed shifted before you moved. Shit, you curse.

Rick rolled over, turning his sleepy blue eyes on your contorted frame. The bedsheets slipped down to his navel and exposed his bare chest. “Hey.”

“Sorry.” You shift towards him slowly, “can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

“Liar,” you hummed. “You’ve been snoring for over an hour.”

He smiled lightly. “Must be hearin’ things.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm.” There was a pause as he stretched his arms and dipped his head back into the pillows. You admired his jaw and stubble in the hazy light as Rick scratched his chin. He was sexy, even when he wasn't trying to be which made your life so much harder than it should've been. Damn. You wished you had more energy to climb on top of him.

…That might also be one of the reasons why you were pregnant.

“Feelin’ okay?” Rick gazed back at you with admiration.

You nod.

He yawned, slowly inching closer until his arm draped across your waist. His large hand trails across your side, down to the swell of your belly. He keeps his palm steady. “Are you lettin’ momma sleep?”

You laughed, placing your hand on top of his. “Not since last month.”

“Now, you gotta let ‘er sleep,” Rick’s sleepy southern drawl was scratchy as he hushed his words. It was like he was whispering just to the baby, lost in his own little conversation. It was cute to watch his demeanor change from ‘husband to dad’ mode in a split second, even in the middle of the night. You loved how he doted over every single one of his children – even the ones he hasn't met yet.

His fingers rubbed a bit more before that arm slid back around your waist. He pulled you a bit closer before whispering, “what can I do?” This time his eyes were on you.

“Nothing, I'm just tired.”

“Want me to rub your back?”

A smile crept across your face before yawning. “That might be nice…”

His hands drift over to your side, pushing up against your lower back when you slide closer to the edge of the bed. You moaned, relaxing against his callous hands. “Keep them there, sheriff.”

He stifled a laugh as his body met alongside yours. His hands took turns kneading and swirling your muscles in different directions. It was so calming and gentle. Every touch felt like butter melting into your skin. You might not be tired but you sure were relaxed.

“Mmm.”

“Like that?” Rick’s playful voice made you grin.

“Yes.”

“Good, I’ll keep goin’.”

“No. No, I should move.” You stretch your legs, “I’ll get up. You need to sleep.”

There was a pause as you tried to swing your legs over and prop yourself up. The momentum wasn't enough. Your weight was so disproportionate from the pregnancy that it was almost impossible to fully roll over and lift yourself up. It only took one second of struggling and that was enough for Rick to meet you halfway.

“Need help?” he asks quietly. “I’ll help you up.”

“Oh, now that’s hot,” you snickered as you pushed yourself up from the sunken mattress. As soon as gravity took hold, you felt the pressure in your bladder as the baby weighed heavy on what felt like every organ you had. Rick went to follow behind you, but he stopped when your lips pecked his forehead. “Stay. Sleep. I’ll be back soon.”

“Nah, I’ll come sit with you—”

“I’ll be right back. Okay?”

Rick wasn’t one to just give in and agree to anybody. His wife was the only exception. You cherished that he loved you so much, so much that he’d stop being stubborn and lie back into the pillows with a quick ‘alright’.

And you did plan to be back soon.

But plans get messed up sometimes. When you woke up in Judith’s room, cradling her against your body in the padded rocking chair, you saw Rick already bright eyed and dressed for the day. He slipped on one black sock as a wide grin plastered across his handsome face.

“Mornin’ beautiful.”

“Morning,” you hummed and rubbed on Judith’s back.

You remember a bit of last night. After leaving the bedroom, you made a warm drink, cleaned the kitchen, folded the laundry, and finally checked on everyone once the sky brightened. Carl was fast asleep, his sheriff hat neatly placed on the top of his dresser next to the clothes he’d wear for the day.

But when you got to Judith’s room, she was up. Dark eyes watered as she clung to the side of her crib, like she was already awake after a bad dream. So you came in, changed her into clean yellow and pink floral pajamas, and made her a bottle. You passed out some time after Judith fell back asleep in your arms.

Rick scooped his daughter up his arms. “You should get some rest before you pass out on the couch. I’ve got ‘er and Carl so go lie down.”

“No way.” You slipped off the rocking chair with one hand on your bump. “I’ve had this craving for crunchy granola and milk all night.”

“Granola?” You can hear the twang of sarcasm on his tongue which sounded funnier because of his cute accent.

You nod. “Carol snuck me an extra batch before portioning it out at the pantry.”

He was grinning, watching you waddle down the hallway and stairs as you rambled on an on about this craving. “—crunchy granola, not soggy. The baby is very specific, Rick—”

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[michanvalentine]

Since I talked about my favorite sad Astarion lines, today I’m indulging in some of the funniest ones instead! There are obviously so many—he’s always a delight, at least by my standards. I adore him because, among other things, he’s truly an embarrassing little gremlin. I swear, I don’t know how anyone finds him annoying when teasing him is the most entertaining thing in the world! xD

"Next time? No, no, no." This entire scene has become iconic. It’s simply amazing—what he says, how he says it. I could watch it on a loop with a dumb grin plastered on my face the whole time. He’s absolutely losing it, completely unhinged, and I love him for it. I don’t care about the disapproval, I don’t care that he got splattered under Lathander’s monastery, and I don’t even care about the gold I had to pay Withers for his resurrection. I’d do it a thousand times over, just to have him scream in my face again! xD For the record, the first time I played, I had no idea what was going on and grabbed the weapon without thinking. Then, in full panic mode, I smashed the whole contraption, not even realizing I could escape. The second time, I did things properly and solved the puzzle. But the third time? I went there with the sole purpose of making Astarion lose his mind. It was premeditated. I left him there while I happily ran away, fully knowing what would happen to him. Forgive me, little Star, you know I love you. <3

"Can we kill them? Please, pretty please?" This one caught me off guard, but I absolutely adore it. Neil is, as always, brilliant. It kills me because everything about his body language—on top of the tone of his voice—screams how badly he wants to do it. After all, he’s a vampire, a predator, and as such, he has certain instincts. He crouches slightly, leans forward, and just the thought of it practically makes him pant. A real, proper vampire, who’s almost about to come in his pants at the mere idea of spilling blood. <3 But there’s also a bittersweet note here. The line makes me laugh so much, especially because, among other things, he’s asking for permission to do something horrible in such a cute and playful way. But that’s just it—Astarion is asking for permission from Tav/Durge, subtly emphasizing the dependent relationship that binds them, especially in the beginning. It’s almost like he’s addressing his new master.

"It's not you, it's me. I have standards." I die every time I hear this line, every time I see that smug, punchable face of his when he says it. It’s never actually happened in any of my playthroughs, but it always makes me laugh out loud—complete with a head shake at how utterly… insufferable he is. Seriously, how can you not love him? And let’s be real—his actual standards? The average Astarion-approved partner is a drunken whoremonger at a brothel, probably a full-blown degenerate. I love how he tries to act all refined, as if he’s some discerning, high-class individual who only picks the best. Yeah, sure, babe. Anyway, Tav/Durge must have really pissed him off to get a response like that. But still, I can’t help but laugh—and, weirdly enough, find it kind of endearing. Because even though he’s got the most slappable face in that moment, he's also hiding his vulnerability, and that’s exactly what makes it so good. Astarion is a walking contradiction, and that’s what makes him such a brilliantly layered character—one who constantly makes you feel a whirlwind of emotions, often conflicting ones.

"Gods above, look at you..." No, I’m done. I’m dying. You transform into a horrifying monster with unsettling fangs and four clawed arms, you get horrified stares, concern, and even a full-on scolding from the entire camp—and then there’s him. He just lifts his gaze, completely unfazed, and says this in an almost admiring, even flirtatious tone. The contrast in reactions absolutely kills me. Sure, Astarion is a vampire, a monster in his own right, but there’s a big difference between a smelly Slayer and a pale, well-dressed, ridiculously handsome elf. There's also the possibility that, after everything he’s been through with Cazador, nothing truly horrifies him anymore. But what I love—besides how hilarious this moment is—is that, out of all the companions, he probably has the fewest lines where he actually judges Tav/Durge. At most, he might call them naive if they act like a hero or see the world as a just place. But beyond that? He doesn’t criticize. He accepts almost everything.

"You have a type, don’t you? Elven prostitutes." This line completely caught me off guard—I had to actually stop and think about it to fully get it. And even then, I kept questioning whether he was really saying what I thought he was saying. And yes. Yes, he absolutely is! I lost it. At first, I didn't even connect the dots that he was talking about himself, so obviously, if I’d been visiting brothels and then ended up with him, I had a type! xD I know, I know—the subtext is actually kind of sad. But that's exactly what makes the line so brilliant! Once again, it’s layered with meaning. There's a bit of resentment, his low opinion of himself, his harsh realism, and of course, his ever-present sarcasm. And yet, it’s still funny. Honestly, I’ve never encountered a character before Astarion who can express so much and evoke so much in just a single line. <3

"I'm actually a princess of House Nightstar." This one kills me every time. Especially the way Neil spits out the name of the tarrasque, Jhonatan. The moment I hear "Jhonatan," I completely lose it. This is, of course, pure sarcasm—his go-to defense mechanism to keep people at arm’s length and wriggle out of uncomfortable situations. Tav/Durge is telling him not to hide things anymore, and we all know Astarion hates talking about himself, especially when it comes to painful or difficult topics like his scars or the deal with Mephistopheles. And naturally, this is how he responds. I just can’t! He’s such an idiot! I love him. And for the record... Jhonatan is one of us! A fantastic husband, I’m sure of it! Someone should absolutely write an Astarion x Jhonatan fanfic. xD

I'll stop here for now. I have a million more favorites I could add, but honestly, pretty much everything Astarion says deserves a discussion of its own! Maybe, when I just can't help myself anymore, I'll make another post about his other fantastic lines. xD

[minlahzz]

friede with an introverted s/o.

requested.

this guy is really interesting. i hope they stretch out his character more, because all he's known for is just being the hero when liko and roy are getting cooked. it's not enjoyable anymore the 1st time, but im glad we got to know more about his backstory and pikachu, i think that episode was more enjoyable than the recent ones, because it actually felt like i was watching pokemon the anime. anyway sorry for the yap, this was fun to do.

— NOTE : LOWERCASE INTENDED

since friede is definitely a social house, people wonder how you guys met. it's like opposites attract, or sun and moon.

he's dedicated into making sure you're comfortable around the environment of the ship. friede asks you to go but never forces you out during their bonding moments, (picnics)

and he'd talk for you when there's way too much people, or tell this people to go away for you. he's straight forward anyway.

you're introverted (of course,) so you've never really talked to the kids, but they've always wanted to talk to you, just too shy to do so. liko and roy would ask friede, and he'd all go all golden retriever (or pikachu) mode. he rambles about you, in the most inlove way possible

captain pikachu always had a liking to you, this electric rats love for you probably competes friede's love for you! like pokemon like trainer, what can i say? friede's also not bothered with it, he thinks of it as his two favorite people bonding.

speaking of bonding, when everyone else in the rising volt tacklers are asleep–he'd take you out to ride charizard, not anywhere special preferably just a stroll around places or star gazing if you're a fan of that.

he'll do anything you'd want when he has free time, journaling? he'll journal and make crappy stickers to design it with! reading? friede has alot of books from his time as a passionate professor (not that he's not passionate anymore.)

he encourages you to socialize with others, but remember that it's alright to take things slowly.

when you do socialize with others, friede is watching far away proud. he knows you have a social battery though, and can take you out of the conversation when you feel discomfort.

and he's pretty supportive in whatever you do! he'll support your boundaries and make sure other people support and respect them. friede isn't always there, but captain surely is, when you're missing friede there's always this gremlin rat as a replacement.

[magic-shop-stories]

hiiii!! i love your writing and i think you’re absolutely amazing!! :)))

i wanted to ask what do you think yoongi would actually be like around his partner on a day to day basis like their normal routine? cuz a lot of people describe him as this cold and closed off person and a lot of people write him that way, but i feel like he’d be an actual big softie, esp around someone he’s comfortable with, i feel like he can be loud and clam as he wants to be i can never see yoongi as this cold man 😭 lol but what do you think?? in so curious about your response!!

(p.s. you’re genuinely my fav writer)

💌 Reply:

HI THERE💙 First, THANK YOU for this sweet-as-hell message... you made my tired little heart do a backflip 🥺 and I am so sorry this took ages; life’s been… a lot lately. BUT! I’m 1000% with you! Yoongi isn’t cold, he’s "selectively soft"... like, he’s the human equivalent of a grumpy cat who only cuddles ONE person but will scratch anyone else who tries to pet him. 😭 My take: he’s guarded, not icy. around his partner?... total marshmallow. He’ll grumble about “disgusting” PDA but hold your hand under the table at dinner. He’ll call you “annoying” for sending memes at 3 a.m.… then reply with a 10-minute voice note dissecting them. And YES, he’s loud... (sometimes) argues with the TV during basketball matches, sings your favourite songs in the shower, and laughs like a windshield wiper when you tickle him. 🖤 also… same. Lot of people, especially my bf's parents think i’m “calm and shy” but my friends know I’m a loud chaos gremlin who would do anything for them - ignoring social anxiety (like walking full confidence mode in a bakery, asking if they sell rubber boots - just for fun) - maybe that's why he's my bias... Yoongi’s that friend who’s silent at parties but sends you 47 texts about his new plant’s emotional needs. Privacy ≠ Coldness... it’s just love on HIS terms. ANYWAY, I got a little overexcited and wrote a *few headcanons of this... he’s a soft, salty, secretly clingy legend who will fight the microwave if it beeps too loud. THANK YOU so much for trusting me with this ask – c -

MIN YOONGI (SUGA) DAILY ROUTINE HEADCANONS  X PARTNER

MORNING

-“I’M A CAT, NOT A CEO”- or -“I’M NOT A MORNING PERSON, BUT YOU MAKE IT BEARABLE"-

Wake-Up Time (9:30 AM)

Yoongi stirs awake like a disgruntled cat

wakes at 9:30 a.m. after 7 hours of very specific sleep

= blackout curtains, white noise, 2 pillows minimum

burying his face in the pillow to avoid the sunlight creeping through the curtains

his first coherent thought is always: “Why does the sun hate me?”

first words: “Coffee. Now.”

if you’re still asleep, he’ll freeze mid-stretch

holding his breath to avoid waking you

he fails, because his elbow always knocks over the water glass on the nightstand

you crack one eye open to see him crouched on the floor?

he's swiping at the spilled water with a sock

“Go back to sleep."

cheeks pink

“This is… hydration therapy for the carpet."

REAL Coffee Ritual (9:45 AM)

shuffles/ tiptoes to the kitchen

hair sticking up in three directions

slams the coffee machine buttons with the intensity of a concert pianist

Loudly

because subtlety is for people who don’t have a Grammy

while it brews, he leans against the counter, squinting at his phone

you find him half-asleep standing up

his forehead pressed to the fridge

coffee pot beeps

he jolts awake

“I was meditating.”

later brings you a mug with a scribbled sticky note: “70% caffeine, 30% my soul.”

Breakfast (10:15 AM)

Yoongi’s ideal breakfast is whatever requires zero effort

maximum efficiency

he’ll eat cereal straight from the box or gnaw on a banana like a raccoon

if you mention craving kimchi jjigae, he’ll sigh dramatically

then spend 20 minutes digging through the fridge

burns the rice - Again

you poke the charred crust?

he crosses his arms

“It’s fusion cuisine. Carbon is a flavor.”

you both end up ordering delivery

he saves the burnt rice in a Tupperware labeled “Hyung’s Art™.” (just to annoy you a bit)

but if you’re sick?

suddenly he’s a Michelin chef

“I watched a YouTube video. Sit.”

presents you with seaweed soup that’s perfect

Pre-Studio Routine (10:45 AM)

disappears into the bathroom for his “productivity ritual”

= brushing his teeth while blasting Agust D’s “Daechwita” at full volume

mirror fogs from his aggressive air-conducting

you catch him mid-headbang

toothpaste dripping down his chin

he pauses, deadpan

“What? The dentist said to brush for two minutes. I’m being thorough.”

DAYTIME

-“I’M WORKING, BUT I’M ALSO JUDGING YOU”- or -“I’M BUSY, BUT I NOTICED YOU”-

Studio Hours (11:00 AM – 5:00 PM)

Yoongi’s studio is a sacred cave

empty coffe cups, MIDI controllers, and a single framed photo of your family dogs (because I'm 100% sure he'd have more than one if he had a partner)

texts you sporadically or every 90 minutes without context:

“Lunch?” (translation: I forgot to eat) “This kick drum sounds like a dying robot. Fix it.” (attaches a 3-second clip) “Why is the sky blue?” (he’s been staring at a synth preset named “Azure” for too long)

you drop off a lunchbox?

he’s so engrossed in a track that he doesn’t notice you until you wave a mandu under his nose

“Oh. You’re here.”

takes a bite mid-note

“...Not bad. Did you poison it?”

proceeds eats the whole thing

Studio Visit (3:00 PM)

if you stay, he lets you lurk, giving you his hoodie

plays you a demo he’s been obsessing over

stares at your face like a scientist awaiting a breakthrough

you hum a melody suggestion?

he rolls his eyes

“That’s… basic.”

two days later, you hear it in his new track

you call him out?

he mutters: “Coincidence.”

casually mentions he produced a track for PSY

when you freak out, he shrugs

“He’s cool. Liked my jeans.”

“Break Time” (4:30 PM)

drags you to the convenience store under the guise of “needing air"

translation: he wants strawberry milk and someone to rant to about the music industry

debates the cashier about the ethics of pineapple on pizza

slamming a bag of shrimp chips on the counter (but soft)

you find a pineapple juice in the grocery bag later

“For research."

drags you to the rooftop

translation: 10 minutes of him ranting about a synth plugin while stealing your fries

EVENINGS

-“LOUD, SOFT, AND UNFILTERED”-

Dinner (7:00 PM)

Yoongi’s cooking skills are much better than he'd ever admit

but also has a few things he just hates making

he’ll attempt kimchi fried rice if you’re sick

smoke alarm sings backup

serves you a charred lump with a side of cucumber slices cut into hearts

“Eat. Now.”

lets you feed him spicy tteokbokki

despite his “delicate palate”

sweats magnificently

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Post-Dinner Chaos (8:00 PM)

challenges you to Mario Kart or any other game you like playing

then loses spectacularly

“Rematch. Now.”

when he finally wins, he does a victory lap around the couch

“Bow to your king.”

you catch him practicing rainbow road alone at 1 a.m.

“Training."

ears red

next day, he beats you by 0.2 seconds and frames the score screen

Quiet Hours (10:00 PM)

reads webtoons/weverse posts; watches videos etc. with his head in your lap

snorting

“This guy’s a worse rapper than Jungkook.”

you stroke his hair?

he pretends not to purr

falls asleep mid-sentence

phone dropping on his face

you snap a photo

he wakes up, sees it, and deletes it

but not before setting it as your contact photo

NIGHTTIME

-“I’M A CAT, NOT A ROMANTIC”-

Skincare Saga (11:00 PM)

11-step routine (he gatekeeps) = a sacred ritual

applies serum with the precision of a heart surgeon

you mock him?

he retaliates by slapping a face mask on you

“Now who’s glowing?”

you catch him using your expensive eye cream

“It was… expiring”

LIES

next day, a new bottle appears in your bathroom

Bedtime (12:00 AM)

hogs the blanket

pulls you close so your icy feet press against his calves

“You’re like a yet” “A what?” “A yeti. But smaller.”

mumbles half-asleep

“Marry me? Oppa needs health insurance.”

you laugh

he pouts

“Joking. …Mostly.”

HIS LOVE LANGUAGE

-“DON’T MAKE ME SAY IT”-

ACTS OF SERVICE

-“DON’T THANK ME. JUST LIVE.”-

his love is a silent, relentless doing

he won’t write sonnets

he’ll rewrite your life to make it easier

Tech Savior

your laptop dies mid-deadline?

Yoongi confiscates it with a grunt

returns it 3 hours later with a new SSD

pirated Windows license (“Don’t ask”)

sticky note: “Backup your files, dumbass.”

you try to hug him?

he dodges

“It was boring. Needed a break from genius.”

then kisses your forehead

remembers your allergy meds better than you

“Take it. Now. I’m not nursing you through a sneezeocalypse.”

Protector Mode

at a party, a drunk acquaintance sneers:

“Your partner’s awfully quiet.” 

Yoongi steps between you

voice glacial

“And you’re awfully loud. Funny how that works.”

later, he drags you to a fair (not because he wants to be there but he knows you like it)

“Let’s drown out the idiots.”

wins you a mangled plushie and calls it “therapy”

Ultimate Gesture

you mention wanting to learn piano?

next day, a piano appears in the living room

“It was free."

LIES (you find the horredous receipt later)

when you play a shaky rendition of “Spring Day,” he records it secretly

uses it as ambient noise

PHYSICAL TOUCH

-“I’M NOT CUDDLY…FINE, I’M CUDDLY.”-

Yoongi’s touch is rare

it's mostly on his turns

tho deliberate, and electric

= a language he speaks only with you

Workaholic Affection

you find him slumped over his desk

forehead dented by MIDI keys

he doesn’t wake when you drape a blanket over him

but his hand snakes out to grip your wrist

“Five more minutes."

you sit cross-legged on the floor

his thumb brushing your pulse until his breathing evens

The Yoongi Glomp™

after a brutal week, you collapse on the couch

he wordlesssly flops on top of you

limbs splayed like a starfish

“Charging."

mutters into your neck

his weight is a lead blanket

but his fingers trace idle circles on your hip/back/side... everywhere

leans his full weight against you when tired

“You’re comfy. Don’t move.”

plays with your hair while brainstorming lyrics

“It helps… science.”

Public Exception

at a crowded event, you sway on your feet

Yoongi materializes beside you

palm pressed to the small of your back

“Eat something."

hisses, steering you toward the buffet

his hand stays anchored

pinky hooked in your belt loop

ARMYs later dissect the photo: “Why is Suga glaring at that samosa?!”

ROASTS AS LOVE LETTERS

-“YOU’RE LUCKY YOU’RE PRETTY.”-

Yoongi’s insults are love poems in disguise

= sharp, specific, and weirdly tender

Breakfast Roast

you burn toast

he sniffs

“Congrats. You’ve invented charcoal.”

he slathers it in butter and eats the whole thing

later, he buys a toaster oven “for humanitarian reasons”

Compliment War

you call him “cute”

he recoils

“I’m a wolf.”

next day, he texts: “Your face is… acceptable.” 

translates to: “You’re the moon, the stars, the...” 

nope.... he’d rather die than let you have evidence

Emergency Sarcasm

you cry during a movie

he freezes

“If you ruin my hoodie, I’m billing you.”

he pulls you into his lap and lets you stain his shirt

“Drama queen."

whispers, wiping your cheeks

QUALITY TIME

-“YOU’RE LESS ANNOYING THAN MY SYNTHS.”-

Yoongi’s version of romance: existing together, no performative fluff

Parallel Play

you read; he produces

hours pass in silence until he spins his chair around

“Listen to this.”

it’s a melody that mirrors the book’s climax

“Coincidence."

it’s not

Errand Partner

drags you to Home Depot for studio cables

you mock his obsession with “gold-plated connectors"

he retaliates by comparing your sneakers to “grandpa slippers”

you leave with cables, tulip bulbs (“For the vibe”), and matching keychains he “didn’t” buy

Midnight Musings

wakes you at 2 a.m.

eyes wild

“I figured out the bridge."

plays a track so raw it steals your breath

“Well?” he demands

you say nothing

just kiss him

he scowls

“Distracting me won’t work.”

it does

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

-“…SHUT UP.”-

Yoongi’s verbal love is a rare gem

buried under layers of grump

Accidental Confession

you help him translate English lyrics

stares at your scribbles

“You’re… not useless.”

high praise

Drunk Honesty

at a staff dinner, soju loosens his tongue

slurs into your ear

“Your brain’s sexy. Stop laughing.”

next morning, he claims amnesia

you have a voice memo

Ultimate Sacrifice

you overhear him ranting to Jungkook

“Of course I love them. They’re my… favorite person.”

when you barge in, he chokes

“You... heard nothing.”

but at the break, when alone, kisses you senseless

SECRETLY SOFT MOMENTS

"ACCIDENTAL" NAP CUDDLES

I think he acts like he hates being called cute

but after pulling three all-nighters in the studio, he’ll stumble home

collapse facedown on the couch

unconsciously drags you into a koala grip

when he wakes up, he’ll deny it

“You latched onto me”

he’ll grumble

even though his hoodie is still bunched in your fist and his cheek bears a crease from your shirt buttons

his phone buzzes with a studio alert

he silences it

tucks your hair behind your ear

“Five more minutes.”

falls back asleep

you count his eyelashes - he knows

"I SAW THIS AND THOUGHT OF YOU" GIFTS

they’re never wrapped

never labeled

just appear where you’ll find them

a limited-edition vinyl of your favorite indie band in your tote bag

single persimmon on your desk during a stressful week

“They were out of apples.”

drove 30 minutes to the farmer’s market

USB drive labeled “DO NOT OPEN” left on your pillow

it’s a playlist of piano covers he recorded of your favorite songs

RARE VERBAL VULNERABILITY

slips out when he’s half-asleep, tipsy, or distracted

Post-Concert Murmur

sweaty and buzzing from adrenaline

presses his forehead to yours

“You’re my… home base. Don’t tell anyone.”

Mid-Soba Slurp

“… glad you exist.”

stabs a dumpling

“Eat.”

After a Nightmare

shakes you awake

breathing ragged

“Stay. Here.”

doesn’t let go until sunrise

EMBARRASSINGLY EARNEST DANCE

he’ll swear he’s “rhythmically challenged."

after his first Grammy win, he slow-dances with you in the hotel hallway

humming off-key

“Don’t laugh. We're celebrating.”

catches you dancing to “SEXY NUKIM” while washing dishes

joins you with exaggerated shoulder rolls

“What? It’s exercise.”

"I NOTICED" MOMENTS

you mention loving a long-dead poet once

he hunts down their first edition book

leaves it on your nightstand with a note: “Page 42. You’ll get it.” 

it’s a poem about quiet love

remembers your childhood fear of thunderstorms

during a storm, he “accidentally” schedules a power outage movie marathon

“Coincidence. Guess we have to cuddle.”

UNEXPECTED PUBLIC DISPLAY

Yoongi hates PDA

but sometimes, when the world feels too heavy he does ot

links pinkies with you under the dinner table while arguing with Jin about kimchi recipes

at a red carpet event, he tugs your earring straight and lingers

thumb brushing your jaw

paparazzi photos trend for days

he refuses to explain

"CHILDHOOD YOONGI" GLIMPSES

shows you a photo of his 10-year-old self holding a toy keyboard

“I was… cooler then”

he wasn't

teaches you his hometown dialect

“Say ‘I’m hungry’ like a real Daegu kid.”

laughs so hard he snorts

lets you wear his pre debut scarf

“It’s vintage. Don’t ruin it.”

he secretly loves it

DEFENSIVE AFFECTION

you get sick

he buys every medicine in the pharmacy

arranges them by symptom

glares at your fever

catches a staff member teasing you

interrupts their meeting

“Apologize. Or I’ll release your karaoke footage.”

"YOU’RE MY PERSON" RITUALS

lets you pick his hair color

“Gray? I’ll look like a grandpa.”

does it anyway.

shares his headphones during flights

playing his unfinished demos

“Don’t fall asleep. Feedback.”

you do

he doesn’t mind

whispered truths in the dark

“I’d burn it all down for you. Don’t ask me to.”

[lostwysteria]

(Part 11. Yesterday was rough. In more ways than one. My main manager on duty was in a snit all day and we were slammed. Today might be worse. your comments and asks really kill me, tho. And enable me terribly. (And give me ideas.) Your tags are amazing as well. Omg)

Masterlist

Nice felt absolute bliss as he held his long time love and his new love at the same time. He had fallen so fast for Lin Ling. As fast as he had for Wreck. He never knew he could hold so much love in his heart. It was almost painful.

He would tear down Hero Tower itself if he couldn't keep the two in his arms with him.

…

“At least you brought home food.” Moon griped before stuffing her face with pasta. Nice was, well, nice enough to let her finish the spaghetti they brought with them from the night before. If he was lucky it was the last bit of his Ling’s cooking she would be having for a looooong while.

“Do me a favor and try your teleportation now. Test out if my plan worked.” Nice demanded.

Moon did so eagerly as all three men watched from the couch.

It worked. Moon opened a portal to a beach. 

“!!!!” She screamed wordlessly.

“Congrats!” Ling clapped joyfully. Nice pumped a fist in celebration. Wreck just gave her a thumbs up. 

“Oh. Let me help you pack. Where are you going first?. Do we have sunscreen for you? Bug spray? Let's find you some plane tickets. I’d feel better if you took things slow for your first trip.” Homemaker fretted. He’d been knocked fully into hero mode. One of his charges was leaving the nest. He’d gained the mental thread to her over the week as well. The thought that she was leaving was making him anxious. “You have to visit at least every season!” He told her seriously. Four months was the longest he could be separated from a permanent charge before their linking thread broke.

“I will! I’ll bring souvenirs!” She agreed happily.

Moon’s tablet beeped. She checked it. She then squealed. “I am still contracted with Treeman, but I can be a Wandering Hero. I still have a job! Oh. This is the best!”

…

Kira @cantstopwontstop

Nice bringing his men home.

*A pic of Nice landing in front of Hero Tower with Homemaker in his arms and Wreck on his back*

…

“Hey. Take care of them, yeah?” Moon half asked as Nice watched her pack.

“Isn't that a given, you gremlin?”

“Yeah. As much as I despise you, I’ll also kind of miss you, you Ken Doll.”

“Shut up. Me too.” He huffed.

“No you won't. You’ll be too busy trying to make babies with your new wife and your husband.” She teased. 

Nice stiffened. His face turned tomato red and a trickle of blood came out of his nose. Moon stared.

“Oh my god. Go away you perverted freak.” She choked out in a strangled whisper screech.

He flew to the bathroom at mach speed. 

Moon stared at her hands again and thought of the power she had as a Trusted fanfic author. “Omg.” She muttered, hysterical.

…

Moon left that night. Nice was down in the offices arguing with Miss. J over maybe setting up a ‘redemption arc’ for Wreck. Nice was obviously sick of shit and was now standing up for what he wanted. And he wanted Wreck to be by his side along with Homemaker. 

Ling was puttering around, placing little knick knacks on the new shelves he finished putting together and watering the new house plants. He was determined to make the place more cozy in a way that didn't set off Nice’s OCD. Wreck was at the piano playing a rambling melody.

It was very domestic and peaceful. Once he was done with his task Ling set down and started crocheting. He was making a light blue blanket. It was a domestic task that settled the buzzing need to do something under his skin. That was the drawback to his abilities. That overwhelming need to do domestic tasks and to care for others. 

It had only gotten stronger. He had hit rank 320. 180 ranks in a week. He was buzzing with new power. His abilities were much stronger now. As was the need. It would take a bit to get used to. 

“Thank you.” Wreck said as the melody shifted to a nice slow jazz.

“For what?” Ling asked as he added a colored row marker to the end of the blanket. It was a habit, really. He knew exactly what row he was on.

“For being there for him when I couldn't. He’s so much happier already. There's life in his eyes again.” 

“You don't have to thank me for that.” He told Wreck softly. 

“Yeah. I do.”

[lynaferns]

FNAF Steampunk AU

That I never finished because I couldn't figure out what was going to be the story and character dynamics, and the role of each character, and yeah… I also spend many days writing, rewriting and changing thing, I didn't even get to finish the first draft and I got artblock.

I think my problem in the first place was that I wanted to make this AU stick to canon. A mistake, I know lmao. Later I thought of just making up most of the things but having to rewrite what I had already done dismotivated me.

So I thought of at least showing this character height chart I made a year ago. And maybe, idk, some of the wips that I never finished.

Maybe some notes and interactions I wrote under a cut.

If you ever want to ask me about what I had planned for this AU go ahead! Some main things about this story are:

All of the events of the story happens in a week (or so).

Gregory acts a little more scared than what is shown in the game.

DCAs arms can stretch up to 100 ft (30 m). He bends them to write or make shapes in the air.

Sun has some nowlege in animatronic repairs and maintenance due to being abandonent, having to repair himself.

Vanessa/Vanny have a biger role than in the game.

Burntrap also apeared more.

All animatronics are equiped with dart guns (for safety!). There are some places that require to leave the dart guns behind to continu.

Pizza is scuare (this is not important, I just felt like adding it).

Also, first idea and some doodles.

Edit: Now Cassie is in the AU

Gregory gets to escape to the locker rooms leaving Chica behind him. While searching for an exit Gregory gets surprised by Sun who was searching for him, and out of fright takes out the camera and flashes his bad eye damaging him for a few seconds.

Sun- "you were carring an object capable of blinding animatronics with you and you didn't use it against Chica to escape?!"

Gregory- "I didn't remember! I was more focused on running than taking a camera out of my pocket!"

Sun-pointing at himself with his hands- "And you had to remember when you saw ME?!"

Monty grabs Moon by the neck and throws him like a stick doing a spinning motion on the air, Roxy chases after him. She comes back carrying Moon with her mouth.

Freddy has an existential crisis by seeing endos. Moon is there awkwardly watching him. He gives him a pat on the back.

The auxiliary arm of the protective cylinder is broken, Gregory has to repair Sun manually. Trying to put his face plate back the nose falls off and Gregory nervously catches it juggling. They look between each others and the nose.

Sun-"..." "Gregory"

Gregory-"..."

Sun-"come on, say it"

Gregory-"..." "Got your nose~"

Vanessa is explaining something to the group. Moon is behind her copying her movements. The others are trying not to laugh. She notices and throws a flashlight at Moon.

They divide in groups. Moon gets on Monty's backs like a gremlin.

Moon-"go gator boy"

Monty-"I hate you"

One last, this is a whole scene that needs a bit of context. The current team members are Gregory, Freddy, Sun/Moon. They have figured out that the safe mode prevents animatronics from acting weird/hostile (found out the hard way in an encounter with moon and a fuse box). Though Moon seems not to attack Gregory anymore they wanted to test it with the rest of the band and found Chica, some things happened, they left her in her room in sleep mode and went to roxy raceway. This begins when they head to the west arcade to repair the service bot's head and on their way they encounter Chica out of the sleep mode but more normal.

(Forgive my poor writing, this was more of a script)

The four of them stare at each other until one decides to react.

Sun–”HELLLLO” Chica– holding her left arm–”A- Hiii, umm” Freddy– “He-hello Chica! What got you here??” Chica– “I-uh…patrol? I- think?? There… There is a child lost in the pizzaplex and we were, like- told to go find him, remember?” “Actually, wait, why are you out of your room? I thought maintenance put you on lock down- And what is the Daycare attendant doing out of the Daycare? it’s not the end of the hour yet- Oh!”–she just saw Gregory behind Freedys legs–”hey! you got the kid-”–flashback of the garbage compactor–”GET HIM”–she points at him with a dart gun– Sun–gets in the way–”WOAH WOAH WOW easy there!” Freddy–”Chica- wait! It’s ok he’s with us” Chica–”T-that-that kid is a menace! He- we should-HAVE to take him to the officer Vanessa–” Gregory–*gasp * Freddy & Sun– “NO!” Chica–”????wha-?

Freddy– “We must not take him to her.” Chica- “You guys kidding?” “These are literal-plain-instructions that you are- just-” “That kid threw me through the garbage compactor!” Gregory–”You tried to kill me!” Chica–”what?! No! I couldn’t do that, that’s against my programming!” Sun–”Uuumm, about that miss-” Chica–”YOU”–points at Sun with the gun– Sun–”?!” Chica–”You were there too!” “You have been with this kid all this time!” Sun–hands up-”Iwastryingtostophim” Freddy–”Chica, calm down, I know what this looks like but-” Sun–”OHMYGOSHWAITGUYS, she’s not hostile!” Chica–”wha-?” Freddy–”what…?” Gregory–”what??” “She’s literally pointing at us with a gun” Sun–standing next to Chica, pointing at her while looking at Freddy and Gregory–”I just noticed! her behavior changed-!” Chica–redirects the gun to re-target him–”you’re getting too close” Sun–ignores that–”She’s back to normal! That means the safe mode worked, we can use this!”

Chica–”What are you talking about?” Freddy–”You’re right! That’s a relief” “right Gregory?” Gregory–”...Yyyyyeah? I guess, yeah” Chica–”seriously, what do you all mean?” Freddy–”Well, It’s a little long story-” Sun–”And we will explain it to you!” “BUT not now, we are in a rush!” “To repair this bot-head so Gregory can ride the racecar” Chica–”...” “‘you serious?” Sun–”yep!” “Say, Gregory! You still want to ride?” Gregory–”uh-yeah” Sun–”Then let’s go!” “TO THE WEST ARCADE!”–grabs Freddy and Gregory and takes them there–”You can come if you want~!” Chica–”...” “OH- GOLLY, WELL” “I guess I’ll just go with you even though I don’t understand what is happening! And no one is going to give me an explanation!” Freddy–”-I promise that I’ll give you a wide explanation once we are done with all this… But in a more private place”

There are actually a couple more of scenes before this one (and after) but I'm not very confident of showing those (or any actually but I don't want this to be buried in my documents and forgoten because I really want to at least make a decent story)

Also, I know that the canon heights for the animatronics are like 6 ft but I prefered my height variety headcanons. Maaaaaybe they are a little too tall looking at it now that I look at it again but, eh.

[sleeplesssmol]

Vertin's personality and traits based on in-game context.

Contains Spoilers.

Will update when I find more tidbits about our beloved Timekeeper.

Updated: March 15 2024

Vertin sucks at math.

Not much to say here. Although, this is another difference between her and Sonetto, who loves math. I hope they do something with this later because it'd be fun.

Vertin is 16 confirmed

While this isn't a personality trait, I did see some debate about her age since it wasn't officials stated until now and it was assumed through context. Prisoner in the Cave explicitly confirms her age. Vertin became Timekeeper when she was 12 and has been the the TK for the past 4 years.

Vertin is a pianist and a painter.

You can see a piano in the back of her office in the Suitcase by the window. It makes sense in regards to Vertin's musically inclined Arcanum. There's an easel and stool in her office too. She doesn't merely collect art, she creates it. Vertin also owns a camera (official artwork released) too and mentions her photography in the begining, so this isn't new but I thought I should add it.

Vertin's still playful under all her composure.

We know baby Vertin was a little menace, but we can still see a spark of that mischief in her later years. For example, Vertin slapping a fake mustache on Regulus to avoid Sonetto really captures this. We can tell from other characters' voice lines that Vertin will most likely play along with their shenanigans. She'll chirp like a bird in response to Rabies talking about his bird friends (Wilderness interaction). She'll help Sonetto during hide and seek (Wilderness). She watches movies with Eternity and An An Lee. X asks her for help with his projects. Going through her crew's voice lines really paints a better picture of how she interacts with others. The voice lines point to someone playful and curious when she's not in work mode.

Vertin was a gremlin.

Vertin's love language is giving.

We know baby Vertin loved to give gifts to a reluctant Sonetto, but that part of her still exists. She tried to grant everyone's last wishes during the 1929 Storm. We also know she gives Lilya alcohol as a gift upon her return from 1929. She is also very direct. We see her ask people what they want or what can she do for them throughout the story. To expand further, you could say she likes fulfilling people's desires instead of limiting it to material gifts. We can see more of instances of this during the Green Lake event, especially in the way she protects Jessica from the Foundation. She also tried to get Regulus funding for a ship. I love the Suitcase Dad meme, but it's rooted in nuggets of truth.

She was a crappy student, yet she was also a resourceful gremiln. Vertin never liked the institution! Honor student? Top of the class? Never. Teachers are filled with that "Godamnit Vertin" energy toward her too. I hope we see more gremlin energy in the future.

One-sided childhood friends.

Vertin is a collector.

Sonetto and Vertin were desk mates but Sonetto couldn't stand Vertin when they were kids. She even tried to avoid Vertin at times but Vertin persisted with her gifts. We can see this in the hallway scene. Sonetto's about to change routes to avoid Vertin but Vertin called out to her to give her a frog she caught. Kinda funny how Sonetto can't stand Vertin but also can't resist her when they were kids. Vertin and Matilda were actually closer back then. Well, at least until the tear gas incident. Sonetto changed after Vertin was hurt and the rascal wasn't around to bother her. I feel like this tidbit says a lot about Vertin and her influence on people.

Baby Vertin collected rocks, bugs, and frogs. Adult Vertin collects painting and mementos of people she's lost. Things were simpler as a kid.

Vertin is stronger than she looks.

She was a wild child and she's still got it years later. Vertin can run for long periods of time, endure injuries, and climb obstacles. That, and she's still essentially a child solider. We see her hold her own when she needs to fight solo doing stuff like dodging bullets. Sonetto and Matilda also exhibit these freakishly athletic traits, especially Sonetto.

Vertin befriends people in every Era, despite knowing she'll lose them.

Compared to the other children raised by the Foundation, Vertin's traveled the world and witnessed loss in every Era. This opens doors to a whole new set of questions. How did she change over time? How do the Arcanists she recruited before the story treat her? Did she have crushes in previous Eras? Were the oranges just as bitter? Vertin seems to get close to people very easily and doesn't build walls around herself despite the trauma. You'd think someone who's lost so much would stop trying to get close to people, but she doesn't.

Vertin is optimistic.

Even as a child, she was full of hope. It's why she fights for the future and is a core part of her personality. She needs to fight for all those she lost and stop the Storm from taking more lives.

Vertin gets quiet when embarrassed/shy.

She'll blush and fall silent, but she doesn't stammer or go all tsundere. We can see this in voice lines. Sonetto's high praises make her cover her face with her hands. Eternity gets a reaction out of her when she holds her hand. She also blushed when she received surprise smooch and fell silent.

Vertin has a unique scar on her back.

Vertin is a tactile person.

Arcana mentions the scar after Vertin was shot multiple times in the back by Schneider. It's a big scar and new theories about the scar are ongoing and interesting!

In several voice line interactions, Vertin is patting people's heads or holding their hands. Not all her crew mates are on board with it, some seem confused, and others play along. We can also see examples in story like her handing Sonetto a frog while gently grasping her hand or her taking Regulus's hand to lead her into the Suitcase. Here is a post with the evidence to back this claim.

Vertin sucks at arcanum but her deep understanding of arcanum is uncanny.

The story mentions her weak arcanum skills throughout the story. They really want you to remember this. Also, her arcanum didn't manifest until sometime after the break away event but before the events in the prologue. During her stay in the guardhouse, she doubts if she's even an arcanist and mentions her arcanum has yet to manifest, which is wild. Smoltin is fighting with her tiny hands and wit in this chapter. However, in the prologue it's mentioned Vertin's understanding of arcanum and her perception makes her unique amongst arcanists. She's also considered more "rationale" than other arcanists. You can read more about this here.

Vertin is stealthy.

Smoltin sneaks around to play outside. She steals food for herself and the Ring from the Staff Canteen, which has better quality food than what the kids get. This tells me she's done this before. Adult Vertin also sneaks around the Walden to find Schneider. She makes maps, tracks guard routes, and avoids detection since whe was a kid.

Tooth Fairy was one of the few Foundation members who cared about Vertin.

Tooth Fairy is the one who gave Smoltin the toffees (chit chat voicelines). She also covered for Vertin on a few occasions to protect her from punishment. She remembers Vertin faking her illness to skip class, but her bruises and wounds were real. The Foundation does have a few kind hearts that genuinely care about the children. The causes of Vertin's injuries is up to speculation.

[meenaxskz]

meena x skz dynamic overview

meena's dynamic with each of the members : pure chaos, love, and ✨therapy-worthy behavior✨

🐺 bang chan – team dad, trauma bond captain

ship name : BangNa (because it sounds like a weird fruit i love it)

✦ Chan is the leader, the rock, the one who tells her to rest... while not resting himself. ✦ She’d throw hands for him, but also slap him upside the head if he forgot to eat lunch. ✦ Tells her “you did great today” and now she’s crying under the blanket like a simp. ✦ If anyone ever breaks his heart? They’re disappearing. No body. No evidence. "Say you’re proud of me again and I’ll sob into your pecs, you responsible piece of hotness." (Meena)

🐱 lee know – her nemesis

ship name : NoNa

✦ She’d stab him in the leg and then ask if he’s hungry. ✦ They argue like divorced parents ✦ Minho roasts her like it’s his job, but if anyone else breathes wrong near her? He’s in murder mode. ✦ She would never admit it, but she lives for his backhanded affection and rare soft smiles. ✦ Also, he could say “move” and she’d move. Out the country. “I’d die for you. Or kill for you. Whichever comes first, just let me know.” (Meena)

🐖 changbin – emotional support teddy bear

ship name : MeenBin

✦ Looks like he bench presses buildings but turns into mush when she pouts. ✦ Meena teases him constantly about his protein shakes and gym selfies, but he will 100% carry her on his back without being asked. ✦ He’s protective in the “hold my earrings” way. They argue over snacks like siblings, then he buys her ten more the next day. ✦ Bonus: gives the best hugs but pretends he hates them. “You’re so cute I could bite you. Like literally. Let me gnaw your arm a little.” (Meena)

🎨 hyunjin – your Honor, they’re soulmates but dumb

ship name : HyunNa

✦ “Koala boyfriend energy but they’re not even dating (yet??)” ✦ Clingy. Dramatic. Jealous if she breathes near anyone else, but totally not in love or anything 🙄. ✦ He’s the walking green flag with red flag behavior, and she’s the only one who can calm him down when he spirals. ✦ Also if she calls him “pretty boy”, he follows her around for hours like a duckling. “You’re ridiculous. You’re clingy. You’re dramatic. I’d let you ruin my life.” (Meena)

🐿️ han – chaos gremlin x flirty bestie energy

ship name : MeenJi

✦ They either kiss or fight for snacks and there’s no in-between. ✦ Their friendship is 90% jokes, 10% dangerously flirtatious moments they pretend never happened. ✦ They could be naked in a closet and still go, “Haha no it’s not like that!” ✦ Also: they once “fake dated” for a prank and never clarified it was fake. To this day, no one's sure what the hell is going on ?? ✦ If he cries? She's committing arson. Like full-blown news headlines. "You’re my favorite idiot." (Meena)

🐥 felix – her sunshine

ship name : MeeLix

✦ he bakes her cookies then threatens anyone who makes her cry. ✦ Meena is Felix’s emotional support noona. ✦ He’s clingy in a quiet, loving way. Back hugs, shared drinks, forehead kisses without context. ✦ She sees him smile and immediately wants to cry, adopt him, AND throw hands for him. ✦ If Felix so much as sniffles, she’s ready to flip the Earth upside down. ✦ Would protect him with her entire life. Like if God said “choose one,” she’s choosing Lix with zero hesitation. "If anyone hurts you, I will end them and then cry because you’re crying." (Meena)

🐶 seungmin – menace little brother who secretly adores her

ship name : MeenMin

✦ Insults her 24/7 but will fight God if she’s sad. ✦ Calls her “annoying” more than her name. ✦ Their love language is mutual disrespect and vague threats. ✦ Once, he had a fever and she cancelled her entire day to baby him. ✦ She would literally rip the moon from the sky if he ever felt unloved. ✦ Pretends to be emotionally unavailable but once stayed up with her till 5am when she had a breakdown. ✦ He’d rather eat nails than say “I love you,” but will silently fix her blanket when she’s asleep and think he’s slick. "Only I get to bully you" (Meena)

🦊 I.N – baby of her life

ship name : JeonMeen

✦ She babies him. He exploits it. Balance. ✦ She’s convinced he’s the cutest thing alive. Would die for him. Or kill. Honestly both. ✦ Meena spoils him. He lets her. ✦ Then turns around and makes some wild comment that makes the whole room go “EXCUSE ME??” ✦ Lowkey chaos. Highkey knows he can manipulate her with one pout. ✦ Calls her “Noona” just to make her soft, then roasts her the next second. “You're too cute. I’d die for you. I’d stab someone with a glitter pen if you asked nicely.” (Meena)

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