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sageinacage · 3 years ago

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Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? 👀👀👀

"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic

“C’mon, give me a green!” Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, “friendly.”

“HAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at Unooo…” Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. “Tommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.” Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommy’s surprised face. “Yeah? Well-”

“Aha, draw four Toms!” Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful “+4” card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. “You are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.” Tommy pointed his finger in Charlie’s face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.

Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlie’s huff. “Really, the only color I don’t have?!” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t be all grumpy, it’s how the game works, yeah?” Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.

After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly… until they decided to start stacking “+2” and “+4” cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. “Holy shit, this better not end on me!” Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. “Me neither.” Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.

“This game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! You’re both cheating.” Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. “Tohohommy!” Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. “We aren’t cheheating, you juhust suhuck.” Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommy’s back as he whined again.

“You two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful I’m even playing a little card game with you.” Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. “You’re so sassy today, n’awww- don’t tell me someone’s grumpy over just a ‘little’ card game!” Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. “Yeah, are you up past your bedtime?”

“I hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.” The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. “Baby rage.” Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. “I AM NOT A BABY!” He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.

“That’s something a baby would say!”

“CHARLIE.”

Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. “You guys are assholes.” He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Yeah, are we, Tommy?” Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. “Compared to how you’ve been treating us this evening, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. “B- Bullshit! You guys are twats…?” Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.

“Twats, are we?”

“Wilbur, I don’t like his tone.”

Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. “I d- don’t trust this.” The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. “Don’t worry Charlie, I can take care of this.” Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.

“No, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.” Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Yeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? That’s what I thought.”

Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.

“I’m called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!” Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. “You clearly haven’t met me then, yet!” He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.

“Let’s have Tommy answer then. Who’s better at wrecking you, Toms?” Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. “D’awww, that’s not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, we’ll team up and Tommy will answer that question when we’re finished.”

“Deal.”

“Wh- what? Guys… guhUHUYS-!” Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. “What’s up? Wha’tcha need?” Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they weren’t expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.

“Looks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!” Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. “Wow, do you want a medal or something?” Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommy’s hip bones.

“Wiiihihill! NOHOhoho!” Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldn’t secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.

“CHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!” Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. “Gotta admit I’m the better tickle monster first!” Charlie giggled, making little ‘tktktktk’ noises right in Tommy’s ear.

“N’awww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know they’re because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?” Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.

“He’s now all hiccupy! That’s so cute!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommy’s flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommy’s laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “Uh oh, Tommy… someone’s in trouble now!” Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.

“DohoHOHON’T! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!” Tommy’s laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldn’t stop the stupid anticipation. “There’s no way I’m helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that I’m better at this.” Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommy’s knees.

The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. “Tommy, you’ve gone all soft now! Let’s change that, shall we?” Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.

Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. “NOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!” His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. “Looks like I found your worst spot, eh?” He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.

“Hmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?” Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. “What do you need from me, boss?” He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. ‘What were they planning now? My demise?’ Tommy thought curling up on himself.

In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlie’s arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. “You ready, Toms?” Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. “N’aww, don’t want to watch the show, Tommy?” Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they haven’t even done the tickling yet.

A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.

“YOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!” Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommy’s tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. “Who won? I didn’t catch it.” Charlie’s voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.

“Yeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!” The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- it’s Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.

“Let’s just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?”

“Yeah, for now, that is.”

#mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #ler!slimecicle #my writing

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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Hiiii can i request prompt 53 with tsukki? My annoying cousin u may know @chibiiichan(i cant tag her its a surprise) recommend ur account and well she never been right more than now I LIKE UR ACC TOO URM JUST TAG HER IN THE POST (bcs its actually her birthday next week monday so....the least i could do this bcs she likes tsukki and shes recently talk abt the iwazumi story of yours....lmao shes cringe but in the same time got mad n i was besides her hearing her whining like bruh 'its 1 am'...i know i should buy something for her but she got spoiled enough 💅...that mf-) thank you ✨

‘ALWAYS AND FOREVER’

TSUKISHIMA X READER

2K WORDS

GENRE: ANGST,FLUFF

TW: SLIGHT AMBIGIOUS MENTION OF SUICIDE/ASSISTED DEATH, AND DEATH, CURSING (IN MY A/N)

THIS IS FOR @chibiiichann Happy birthday, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS (BECAUSE I HATE IT :D ) SOOOOO YEAH I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY.

NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL. EXPECT SLIGHT MISTAKES

You were dying. You knew it. Your husband, Kei, knew it. Even friends you haven’t spoken too since high school knew it.

So why did you all pretend that everything was okay?

5 year old Y/N:

You were running around your neighbourhood park chasing after butterflies, without a care in the world. As you were frollicing in the grass, you manage to trip over a rock tumbling to the ground scraping your knee making it bleed. Looking down at your slightly injured knee, your lip begins to quiver which eventually leads to wails of tears streaming down your face.

“you don’t have to cry you know?” said a slightly quiet voice towering over you. Above you was a boy, quite tall with a fat pair of glasses, golden eyes and a head full of blonde locks.

“Well when I get hurt, I cry” you say matter oh factly (is that the phrase?) rubbing your nose as you sniffle. He held out a hand to you, which you immediately took shooting upwards and brushing yourself off.

The boy, after looking at you wildly, turns around and walks back to the actual park. “Oi wait,” you call at the boy swiftly following him “aren’t you going to ask my name?”

“no.” he says simply, proceeding to walk ahead.

“well my names Y/N L/N pleasure to meet you,” you say jumping in front of him so he doesn’t move, waiting for him to tell you his name...which he doesn’t. “you don’t have to be so rude you know”

“I’m not being rude” he says stiffly “ it’s just my brother says not to speak to strangers” a smirk appears on his face to say ‘you can leave me alone now.’

As if on cue, his brother approaches the both of you given the boy a slap on the back making him cringe “Hey Kei, who’s the friend you’ve made here?”

“My name is Y/N L/N and I'm here to be KEI’s best friend!” you said putting the emphasis on the word Kei after just learning that was the blondes name.

Kei rolled his eyes and sighed saying “nii-chan can we go home now” he folded his arms in annoyance.

“No Kei, you’ve got to get to know your new found friend Y/N-Chan right?” his brother said teasingly, knowing it was the last thing Kei wanted to do.

“Yes ofcourse!” you say with a toothy grin, dragging Kei along with you to his demise.

Until the sun went down, you spent the rest of your time with Kei getting to know eachother (well him getting to know you more, since you did all the speaking.) Regardless of his previous annoyance in getting to know you in the first place, Kei would be lying if he said he didn’t want to know you now.

As the sun was setting, Kei’s older brother (who’s name you learned was Akiteru) called him to tell him he had to go home because dinner was ready. Before he left, you grabbed his hand and wrapped your pinky finger around his saying “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

back to present -

In some odd way, this was Kei’s way of looking out for you. He knew what you had was uncurable and would weaken you even more as the days go by, so pretending like nothing was wrong seemed to be best in his eyes.

Everything you and Kei did was a game or some nostalgic act that you once did when you were children. It was sweet to say the least, seeing Kei all engrossed and determined to make you happy.

Your alarm rings snapping you out of you daydream, ‘it was time for medicine’ you thought with your face scowling at the thought. Immediately on time, as always, Kei comes In the room with all your medicine thats needed.

“Aren’t you my perfect little nurse Kei” you say teasingly giving him a wink, laughing as you see his face turn red.

“Do you have to do this every time y/n?” he asks rolling his eyes at your childish behaviour.

“Oh I'm just showing love to my best and favourite nurse” you continue laughing at your own words

“Im your only ‘nurse’” he deadpans giving you your medicine as you talk.

“Well that is more reason to make you the best nurse.” you say smiling.

Silence falls between you, and you stare down at your arm watching as your husband gives you the medicine making you frown. “Do we have to keep doing this?” you ask which is probably the 1000th time you’ve asked.

“Of course we do Y/N as I’ve said yesterday and the day before that and the day before that it-”

“But do we really?” you interrupt “I can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep doing this.”

“Do you doubt me Y/N, I can do this forever” he says “ I can take care of you forever”

“But I don’t wan-”

“I’m finished, I’m going to start on dinner” he gets up and leaves the room yelling “I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Sometimes you and Kei have these conversations. And all the time it ends the same way. You complain, he ignores and then you go and have dinner.

You can understand why he doesn’t want to have this conversation. Who would want to hear about their partners complaints about practically being alive. Kei was torn, ever since he met you all he wanted to was to keep you happy. But could he compromise his own happiness for it.

15 year old Y/N - flashback

“Kei Kei, aren’t you excited!” you yell smiling widley

“Excited for what?” he asks, amused by your enthusiasm “it’s just highschool.”

“Well it’s a new highschool! Karasuno high school, to be exact.”

“And that is still just a school.” he says

“Not just any! That’s the school nii-chan went too, and even tho he lie-”

“Let’s not talk about it Y/N” he murmurs “we should go now, don’t want to be late on our first date.”

Going to Karasuno was fun, at the start everyone was pleasant and nice. But after a week or two when you and Kei were still stuck to eachother like glue, people weren’t so pleasant. Kei was like a pop idol, being gorgeous and over 6ft at just the age of 15, caused alot of attention, especially when he was always around you.

At the start, the hate you got was bearable, it was the petty bitchy notes in your locker or just people blatanly talking badly about you infront of you. People didn’t do it when you weren’t around Kei, so when he had volleyball practice (which you were so excited that he joined the team) you were a big target for the bullies to come around.

Kei didn’t really know of the bullying that happened towards you, especially since he was mainly in practice or not around when it happened. But one day in practice he heard some of his teammates, kageyama and hinata who seemed to talking about a student in one of their classes that was always getting picked on by the other girls in the year.

“Yeah and I heard that Nana-san was planning on getting her and her friends to attack Y/N-san soon.” said Hinata

“Shrimpy, who are they planning on attacking?” Kei asks to make sure he just heard the ginger correctly.

“Oh this lovely person in our class their name is Y/N-san” he says, looking at Kei’s reaction he also asks “Why? Do you know them?”

Kei doesn’t respond, and immediately leaves the gym, ignoring Hinata’s and the other members of the teams yells of ‘Where are you going tsukishima.’ He didn’t care, he just had to get to you.

He searched all the classes, asking every student if he knew where you were. Someone directs him to the toilets, where he burst through the door to see the other girls in your year surrounding you and beating you up.

“What the fuck are you doing to them?” he yells startling the girls.

“T-T-Tsukishima-san" one girl says “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh fuck off” he says, with them still frozen in shock “I said go!”

“And don’t think I don’t know your names either” he calls after them.

He rushes towards your bruised body on the ground and cradles you gently, confused on what to really do. “Oi Kei,” you say weakly catching his attention “I would’ve won if you didn’t come to stop the fight.” you joke making him scoff.

“Whatever you say Y/N.”

After you heal up, Kei already told on the girls that beat you up getting them suspended, and you explain how they were treating you because of their infatuation of him. And how they only did it when he wasn’t around.

Once he learns this information, he decides to quite the volleyball team, to your surprise. But you demands on making him not quit were ignored, as he excused it by saying “I have to make sure you’re always alright remember, and if that means quitting some volleyball team then so be it.”

That was one out of the many times that Kei put his happiness before yours.

Flashback over.

When you first got diagnosed, Kei was immediately researching on it as it was a very rare condition. But sadly, he only found what the doctor already told you both. It was uncurable and your immune system and your body will weaken as the days go by.

Which it did, you were a shell of your past self. It was always shocking for Kei to see, especially with you only being 25. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be this way,’ but he never let you see his sadness.

Whenever you knew Kei was sad you always reminded him “Kei, I may be dying but please don’t cry over me” every time you said, there was a slight undertone of humour in your voice which always worked in boosting Kei’s spirit.

AN: IVE GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE I HATE THIS SOOO IM SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SHITTING RUSHED ENDING IM GOING TO PROVIDE FOR YOU LOL.

The days passed and the years went by, and you and Kei were still alive and kicking it. Doing your daily routine of you making some joke, Kei giving you your medicine and then you eating dinner. You eventually stopped complaining, realizing and remembering your promise you gave to Kei at 5 years old in that park. “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

Of course you had your rough days, everybody did and it was even harder being sick with a terminal illness. But having Kei to guide you through the storm made It better for you.

However, Kei isnt a miracle worker. He couldn’t save you, noone could. And you both knew that. That didn’t mean it made it any easier when the medicine stopped working and your pain got too hard to bear. Kei couldn’t watch you do this anymore, “the choice is yours” he said with tears in his eyes.

So you knew what you had to do, you got in your bed pulling Kei with you, and letting him envelope you in a big hug as you both cried.

“I love you,” you say “You know that right?”

“Of course I know that, idiot” he replies “And I love you.”

“Always and forever?”

“Always and forever.”

AN: how did I END UP CRYING WHILST WRITING THIS WHEN IT MADE NO FUCKING SENSE, I WAS TRYING TO DO THIS COOL NOTEBOOK (I HAVENT EVEN WATCHED THE NOTEBOOK) ENDING WHERE ITS AMBIGIOUS AND SHIT AND I JUST GIVE UP OKAY? I APOLOGISE LOOOOOOL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY ATLEAST A SENTENCE OF THIS AT LEAST.

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima angst #tsukishima x reader

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neoraso · 4 years ago

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royal guard!minho

requested | some gender neutral hc for how he starts to wish he was maybe more than just a guard to you

to put things lightly, minho was the ace of your entire guard

like he was better than anyone …at everything

so originally he was on (your father) the king’s immediate guard

he was nothing but professional and saved the king too many times to count even from like stepping on rocks idk

when you turned like 17 and had to do more public appearances obv u were in a lot more danger so ur father jumped at having minho reassigned to u as the head of your personal guard “nothing but the best for his child”

the first time you met him… he only nodded or said yes or no to everything u asked him n ur jus like ok not much of a talker that’s not so bad ig haha ʕʘ‿ʘʔ

he was so quiet and “polite” for months despite you constantly trying to get something out of him

ur other guards always tried not to laugh bc if only u knew he had like two friends and was generally a pretty serious guy

but one day there was a festival in your kingdom’s central city so obv you had to make an appearance which u were very excited abt bc you only get to go into town like twice a year and THIS was one of those times

being “of age” and that much closer to taking the throne you might as well have painted a big red target on your head to signal people against the throne

everything was going fine, everyone was having fun and you decided to visit some of the booths and musicians around the square

minho was already suspicious of the situation and tightens the rest of your guard without u evenn rlly noticing but like

just as you turned to show these cute little candies to minho to maybe get a reaction for once -

the second he looks at you, someone moves to grab you but the flash of a knife in his other hand causes minho to jump immediately into action

honestly who knows what rlly happened minho moved so damn fast but the next thing you know, ur in the middle of your whole guard squad

looking through the gaps of their shoulders you see minho pinning down your assailant with a blade against his neck waiting for someone to arrest him even though he rlly wanted to just execute the guy right there

the festivities were kind of killed for u after that bc you and your family were rushed back home which u might’ve been more sad abt if u werent in so much shock :<

obv minho was the one to escort you back but like all he said was “you’re okay?” and after u dumbly nodded with wide eyes he walked with you but kept a hand around your shoulder

no one really talked after that which wasn’t unusual for him but in his mind he was rlly like

“?? ok i know its literally my job to protect this family but?? hm whyyyy do i seem to care sm more rnnn??//?” help him sdhskjd

u just looked so shaken up and disappointed and suddenly he was like damn </3 they rlly have no fun in their life and this one time they could was ruined :///

u had to stay inside for weeks after that bc it turns out there was a whole conspiracy to “eliminate” your family line so you waited in safety until the criminals were “taken care of”

minho had everything triple checked around the castle for your safety and secretly made sure you had extra treats and warm drinks sent to your room sometimes with little notes that he had the cook pretend to have sent because lately he’d heard you had trouble sleeping sometimes he’s shy boy aw

he started to realize how much he had gotten used to your smile and your little jokes and the way you sometimes tripped on the corners of rugs. and he thought maybe it was a good thing you guys didnt have many interactions lately because he was way too attached

you on the other hand, couldnt even rlly complain about having to stay inside so much bc you had everything you needed and- you knew it was for ur safety but- it wassss kind of suffocating at times

u tried sneaking out at first ((just to the garden!!)) which obviously was a bad idea bc it’s impossible to get past minhos fcking hawk eyes lmao

he STILL didnt say anything like he would just follow right behind you

n like u kinda huffed but whatever honestly at least it was just him and not 15 other guards like everyone acted like you needed

plus it was somewhat comforting to have someone so solid around even if he never talked smh

one night you sat near the little pond and tried to calm your mind by watching how the moonlight rippled in the water

you can feel him behind you so u just turn around and look at him ignoring how he was already looking at you

“would you at least sit with me?”

he kind of hesitates bc …what if someone tried to come up behind you? but with the sad look on your face he cant help but give in and sits on the stone bench at the opposite end of you

it becomes actually somewhat peaceful until you just decide to ask everything you’ve been wondering n u just blurt out-

“would it kill you to talk with me once in a while? i mean, talk like a normal person and not a machine? i dont bite i promise..”

he furrows his brow bc he’s shocked you cared at all and also he doesnt rlly know how to respond without being like “its not really in my job description to make conversation” but he honestly just thought you were being talkative out of niceties.

before he could even form a sentence you continued,

“i mean- i’m always trying to get your attention. i dont get to meet many people for obvious reasons but my guards are the closest people to me-literally, and i dont want there to be a big gap between us just because of my status..”

he cuts you off before you ramble yourself to death

“i didn’t know you were this troubled by it… i just take my job very seriously and i dont want to risk anyone’s safety for the sake of conversation”

u almost roll ur eyes but not wanting to be rude ur just like “even at home? i know you’re serious about your duties, believe me, i just… i get lonely.”

smthing inside him literally breakkkssss when you say that like u are such a pure and sweet person that deserves to have all the love and friends and fun in the world so he just gets quiet for a second and looks down

“im sorry.” he said it so softly you almost didnt hear him “i’ll be there for you more- if thats what you need. im essentially in charge of your safety and care and i’ll do anything to fulfill that responsibility.”

ok.

well this was good right? so why did you still feel unsatisfied?

“i dont want to just be a responsibility, cant we just be like friends? or…”

you cut yourself off before talking too much again

you had to admit to yourself you had developed a bit of a liking for minho, not just because he was probably the most handsome person in your kingdom, not even just because he saved your life, but he had really been a pillar of security in your life and you respected his loyalty and ambition.

he was more than admirable and everything you wanted as a standard for your kingdom

sometimes you let your mind wander to him getting on one knee and leading alongside you..

no, now youre getting sidetracked and delusional and he can practically hear the gears turning in your head so he stands up and reaches his hand out for you to grab

“of course you’re more than a responsibility to me, come on, lets go inside it’s getting cold.’

taking his hand and realizing the conversation was over, you moved to link arms instead as he walked you all the way to your bedroom door

u slept a lot better that night

from that point on you could not get rid of minho

like everyone was borderline uncomfortable with how jarring his change in attitude was

like he was constantly behind you looking right over your shoulder or grabbing your arm to stop you from bumping into things

even when he wasnt technically on duty he had taken it upon himself to give you little lessons in archery and even some defensive moves to help you protect yourself in case someone wasnt fast enough to help you

your tried not to get flustered every time he adjusted your form and the way you could feel his breath behind your ear

or the head pats when he walked you to your room at night

or his hand on your back when you guys would take walks in the garden

honestly it did not take long until one night you were sat next to your pond and after some comfortable small talk you noticed how close his face was to yours

but he noticed you didn’t pull away even as he leaned in closer and finally just kissed you

when he pulled away and saw your eyes still closed and how soft you looked his heart almost exploded

“i didnt mean to make things weird i just,, couldnt help myself, sorry”

his rushed confession pulls you out of your daze and you’re so happy (a little shocked) but you’re quick to reassure him

“it’s ok, i’ve been wanting you to do that for a while …”

he’s jus like “rlly?😳”

obviously this complicates things a lot and you aren’t really sure if you would even be allowed to have a relationship with minho bc of ur position

or if he would get in trouble for breaking the rules of attachment to u

all of this is kind of racing thru both of ur minds as you look at each other but you laugh after u both start talking at the same time

you prod him to go first so he grabs your hands and says like

“look i care about you a lot, and i know we’re not really supposed to be doing this but if i can be by your side … beyond my duties…i would really love to. but if we can’t, i can survive with just being here to protect and serve you in anyway i can”

he’s so honest and genuine and earnest it shocked u a little

even tho you were uncertain abt the situation as well you knew you had grown a little too fond and dependent on minho that you would do anything to make it work

luckily an arranged marriage was not required for you so that wasnt really the issue, but falling in love with someone not at all royal..? it was a daunting thought how the idea would be perceived

you wouldnt have said anything if you both weren’t completely sure of your feelings; but you really could not imagine being content or safe spending your life with anyone else so you mustered up the courage to ask the king and queen…

when you brought it up to your parents they looked pretty concerned

minho went on the whole “i’ll do anything to protect them and this kingdom” speech and your father just waved him off and was like

“i know u would …. i’ll allow it because there’s really no one better to represent the kingdom and because i want only the best for my child ;)”

u and minho were literally in shock but just quietly said thank u and left the room

when you had privacy he immediately pulled you in for a kiss (maybe several all over ur face)

you had a lot to figure out and many responsibilities but now you had an amazing person by your side to help you through it :.) <3

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lifesabe-ch · 5 years ago

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full scoop - jj m.

summary: after returning to the outer banks for spring break, you’re pleasantly surprised to see JJ again. Apparently, he missed you more than you thought

request: I love ur writing it’s so good :’) if ur taking requests, can u do #4 from the prompt list with jj 💕 “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: spilled ice cream

a/n: reposting this bc it got no notes and I absolutely love this so ...tumblr do better

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could tell me where the beach was?”

As you turned, you extended a hand towards the direction of the pier, “Yeah, it’s just down… JJ?!”

The boy in front of you grinned at your shocked expression, eagerly returning your quick hug. You hadn’t seen him since the summer the two of you had gone your separate ways.

After graduation, JJ had decided to take a gap year. Or a couple. He wasn’t sure. He had always assumed you would do the same, or at least stay local, but your plans had changed. You had applied for a school in the North East without his knowledge earlier in the year, assuming you wouldn’t even get in. But you did, and they offered you a scholarship. Even if you wanted to, your parents wouldn’t let you pass up the opportunity.

The day you had told him had been one of the worst for the both of you. It felt like when JJ had lost John B. to Sarah. Except, with that, he had gotten the chance to know Sarah. He wouldn’t be able to follow you to your school, nor would he get to meet all the people you met.

You had tried keeping in touch after you had left, but it hadn’t lasted for much longer than a few phone calls. You were busy with school, and JJ was busy with the other Pogues. You both knew during that last phone call that things wouldn’t be the same. The two of you felt like instantly, in that moment, you were shifted worlds apart.

It has been just over a year now, with you having just returned from college for spring break.

As the two of you pulled away, you tucked some hair behind your ear, subtly taking him in. He looked the same, but somehow different. Happier.

“Long time no see,” He teased. “How’s that fancy college treating you?”

You laughed as you responded, your words accompanied by a small shrug, “It’s nice. It’s big and I love it but…”

“It’s not the Outer Banks,” he finishes, gauging your expression.

“Exactly.”

The silence that followed was awkward. It wasn’t that the two of you weren’t brainstorming ways to continue your conversation, it was that you both couldn’t seem to decide on how to keep it going.

Clearing his throat lightly, he beat you to it.

“I was heading down to the beach… if, you know, you wanted to join me?”

You weren’t busy. That much was obvious. But you still took the time to think over his offer. You weren’t sure why you hesitated, but you did.

“Okay,” You nod, flashing him a tiny grin, “I’d like that.”

TIME slipped away from the two of you much too fast for your liking. You had spent the day trying to learn how to surf. It was a lot of falling off the board and getting made fun of by JJ, but you had fun. It felt easy between the two of you, the remaining awkwardness fading almost as soon as you had gotten into the water.

He’d even bought ice cream for you both.

You smile as you remembered the encounter from just hours earlier, and the way he had mentioned the hangout you two had first had in the same place.

You were both so awkward around each other. And by both, you meant you. JJ was his charming self.

“No, I swear, I was super nervous when I took you there!”

You shook your head at the boy in front of you, shoving a spoonful of your ice cream into your mouth, “Nu uh! I was nervous. I thought we were on a date the entire time and then you just mentioned that we would be really great friends at the end of it!”

He groaned at the memory, eliciting a laugh from you as you watched his cheeks tint red in embarrassment, “I can’t believe I said that. I had planned to kiss you but then I chicken out and—”

“And friend zoned me.”

“Yep,” He solemnly nodded, an apologetic look on his features, “I’m sorry.”

Waving him off, you shrugged, “JJ, don’t even worry about it, we were kids. It’s water under the bridge now. You were right, anyway.”

“Yeah,” he speaks, before pausing.

“Right about what, exactly?”

“Us being good friends,” You smile at him, gesturing with your hands as the two of you walk along the sand.

“I didn’t think we would at first, if I’m being honest. But we were. You were my best friend.”

“Were?” He nudged you, chuckling.

“Hey, you were the one who stopped calling me!”

“Only because you were always too busy with your new college friends.”

“Not true,” you reprimanded, clicking your tongue.

“I made new friends, but I always liked my old ones more.”

“How was that, anyway? Making friends and… stuff.”

Ignoring the weird infliction of voice when he said stuff, you just shrugged, “It was okay. My roommate was the one who introduced me to people, mostly.”

JJ nodded, smirking at you, “I bet you managed to land all of the boys up there. That’s why you never called, you didn’t have time with all of your new boyfriends.”

You laughed loudly, shoving his free arm with your own, “Don’t even. We both know that out of the two of us, you’re the one who pulls.”

You watched as he stumbled dramatically from your push, flashing you a smile that caused those all too familiar butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“We both know there’s only one girl for me.”

Ignoring the way his stare burned into you, you glance down at the sand before looking back over at him. A smile instantly erupted on your features at your own idea, as you took off.

“Race ya!” Was all you could manage to call back, laughing as you heard JJ’s groans of protest as he hurried to catch up.

Naturally, you had won. You had made it to the small tree further down the beach seconds before JJ, jumping in excitement for your own victory.

“Hah! I won!”

As you hopped around, you topple over your ice cream, gasping loudly as it spills onto the sand. Just your luck that it would spill not as you were running, but rather right after you stopped.

Still trying to catch his breath, he laughs as he watches you kneel besides the mess, hurriedly scooping whatever you could back up with your spoon.

“Bet you don’t feel like a winner now.”

You frowned as you glanced over at him, still hunched over, clutching his own ice cream protectively.

“JJ… it’s ruined!”

“Just wipe the sand off.”

You stared at him in disbelief, scoffing lightly, “Right, maybe I should just wash it off in the ocean while I’m at it?”

“That’s honestly not a bad idea! It’d wash away the sand.”

He wasn’t joking. In fact, he was the most serious he had been the whole day.

“And the rest of the ice cream! It’s water. Salt water.”

JJ has to ponder your words. He was playing out different ice cream washing scenarios in his head, trying to figure out which would cause the least damage. He didn’t think you were right, but he pretended that you were, for your sake.

Sitting down besides you, he offers up his own, smiling, “Have mine, then.”

“That’s not fair to you.”

He shrugged, smiling sweetly at you, “It’s fine, Y/N. You want it more anyway.”

Taking the cup he was practically forcing into your hand, you pout, “I feel bad.”

“Don’t, it’s fine. And stop pouting, it’s cute but it won’t work.”

Blushing slightly, you roll your eyes, grabbing a spoonful and holding it out for him, “Whatever. But we’re sharing.”

Gladly taking what you were offering, JJ smirked as his lips wrapped around the spoon before pulling away, causing your blush to darken even more.

Dipping it back into the ice cream, you twirled it around before bringing it up to your mouth.

“This is kind of gross. We’re swapping spit right now.”

JJ laughs at your comment, leaning back against the tree bark as he watched you, “Too bad it’s like that. I could think of a better way.”

His response sent you into a stunned silence, your eyes staying focusing on the grains of sand in front of you. If you had to pick between counting out every grain of sand on this beach and feeling as awkward as you currently felt, you’d immediately start counting.

“I… are you flirting with me?”

“You finally noticed?”

You felt like your heart would simultaneously beat out of your chest and stop altogether. Had he really just said that?

“What?”

Moving forward to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, it was JJ’s turn to blush, “I’m always trying to flirt with you. You just never respond. I was starting to think you just really didn’t like me.”

“I… I thought you were joking! I didn’t think you could be serious, I’m not your type.”

He rolled his eyes in response, shaking his head, “You’re the only person who’s ever been my type.”

It was quiet for a moment between the two of you, gazes flickering from lips to eyes, back to lips. You both leaned in slowly, careful not to move too fast in fear of making the moment disappear.

When your lips finally touched, the kiss was soft. JJ’s hands found their way to your face, cupping your jaw as he held you close to him. Your hands stayed in your lap, desperately clinging to the small ice cream cup in your hands, your body leaning forward to keep the space between the two of you minimal.

You were the first to pull away, grinning widely at the boy sat across from you,

“That’s really cheesy.”

“You know what else is really cheesy? This dick!”

“JJ, I cannot stress this enough, I find you utterly repulsive.”

With a wide grin, he pulls you the rest of the way to him, resting his forehead against yours, “Fine, then I’m taking my ice cream back.”

Gasping, you pull yourself from him, holding the cup out of his grasp with a glare, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

As you get up, he follows, chasing you around the sand as the two of you laugh. Eventually catching up to you, he wraps his arms around you from behind, lifting you off the ground and knocking the cup over in the process.

“JJ! The ice cream!”

“Next time I’ll buy you two,” was all he muttered, lips already finding their way to your cheek.

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vldelijah-blog · 5 years ago

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well hello ! my name is blaire (19, she / her, est), and though my app and this intro are very late i’m ecstatic to be here ! i’ve had muse for this baby for a while but was taking forever to make him so here he is ... 4am’s mr. elijah kang ! he’s definitely a lot to handle, but he’s here to bring the party to veil and i’m so excited to see all the craziness he gets in ! i’m super excited to plot with you guys, so please like this if you want to plot something, and check here for his bio, private profile, and public profile ! plots coming soon, i swear, but you can find some general ideas under the cut alongside trivia ! let’s go !

BACKGROUND.

born in la, california !! will always be a cali baby at heart, both his parents are originally from korea but moved there because they wanted to start a family in america !

he has two younger siblings - bora, who’s 12, and jandi, who’s 25 ! such an older brother, he teases / loves them to death and will fly to cali just to fight whoever hurts them !

original name is eunkwang elijah kang, but around middle school he changed it because a.) people always asked him about it or couldn’t pronounce it and b.) he didn’t think it fit him

the only people who still call him that are his parents when they’re speaking korean and his grandparents / aunts in korea. he introduces himself as elijah or eli nowadays, though !

but he prefers eli somewhat because elijah makes him feel like he’s getting in trouble ?? lmao !

his mom tried to get him into child acting because acting was always something she wanted to do, but it didn’t go very far for him

his father hated the idea of him going into the entertainment industry because he didn’t feel like it was a stable career, and thought that as the oldest of the family he should be financially well off

consequently, him and his dad’s relationship has become a little difficult now, he loves him a lot but is frustrated his dad doesn’t seem to be happy for him pursuing his dreams

even so, he started getting into singing because his mom had him join the church choir she lead ! he pretended he hated it but he loved getting all the old people to smile on that little stage

but he really got into performing when he tried to impress a girl with a talent show & won second place by doing a really cringy song & dance performance with friends !

feel free to read more in his bio, but long story short he auditioned as a joke and had the surprise of the century when he made it past auditions AND callbacks !

the idea of being in the “kpop” industy still seems so weird to gim, esp bc it’s never something he saw himself doing ?? he’s a r&b type of guy so it was really weird for him to think about at first

they decided to go with this “flirty bad boy image” for him which isn’t too out of character tbh ?? but they also thought he had the look of a rapper so started training him to be one ! so now it’s one of his positions, and though he finds it really fun he’s embarrassed to call himself one because he doesn’t feel like he has the skills to rap.

he has a v unique voice, similar to wonpil’s, but since he had no proper training prior to joining the company they had to work with him a lot bc he didn’t really know how to use it !

was a little apprehensive at the whole “boy band” thing at first, until he realized just how much he loved it ?? and then became very invested and has been working hard ever since !he has high hopes for the group and thinks that, as long as they work hard, they can gain a stable following

also was like thank god bc he can’t dance for shit so that helped him otu a l o t !!

PERSONALITY.

like i said before, his personality’s not too different from his brand the company is trying to market him as once they debut ! so “flirty bad boy” pretty much sums it up lmao. he’s got the whole rebellious streak going on, but i wouldn’t call him bad for real because he’s still got a good heart, he’s just dumb and gets into equally dumb scenarios. i think that this pretty much sums it up:

haha !! anyways he is definitely a flirt, even when he doesn’t mean to be ! but he usually does, and isn’t afraid at all at expressing his attraction to others ! ( on that note - he’s pansexual fyi ! ) but his downfall is that he’s terrible with commitment, he’s just not in the mood to settle down and doesn’t know how but i’m sure he’s got a long list of romantic connections !

he’s got a bit of a potty mouth, he doesn’t really have a filter ( unless he’s somewhere for work ofc ) but even then he’s had a few embarrassing slip-ups. def got a few wrist slaps for it bc apparently he can’t shut up !! but please lmk if you don’t want him to curse in our threads bc even though it won’t be that bad in threads, i don’t want anyone to feel uncomfy !

very spontaneous, definitely the type to call you up at 3am on a sunday asking to go out some random place with him, he just loves adventure ! some find it endearing while others find it chaotic, he’s really a hit or miss in terms of this !

a charmer, he knows how to say things that people here....especially when trying to get himself out of a sticky situation ! if he had a superpower it’d be sweet talking people, he’s got a way with words and that’s ultimately how he’s become as successful as he has ! once 4am debuts he’ll definitely give fans lots of fanservice and is the type to “marry” them at fansigns and such.

on that note he’s very deceptive and isn’t pathological liar, but can do it v casually if he thinks it’ll make his situation any better ?? not a good thing but yk just how it is !

bc of these he’s quite the life of the party, and actually gravitates toward quieter people because he wants them to have fun & he’s def the first to try to break the awkward tension !

super carefree - the world could be crumbling, and this man will make a joke about it ! it can be good in stressful situations due to his ability to keep a leveled head, but at the same time it causes him to make poor decisions because he’s less concerned about the end results.

a downside is that he can have a bit of a temper, and if he feels like someone’s competing with him or trying to prove him wrong he gets pretty defensive. also if someone breaks his trust this man holds the biggest grudge i stg

tw: alcohol ! he loves to drink, it’s a habit he started back in america but moved over here ! he can’t do it quite as often bc of company rules he has to maneuver, but if you ask him to go out for some drinks, he’ll never say no.

just...silly lmao !! will literally come into his member’s rooms in the middle of the night just to do a stupid dance then walk out & leave.

very loyal & protective over those he loves !! he’s an older brother, so that’s rooted deep in him and he cares deeply about those he gets close too !

not a leader in any way ( thank god atlas saw that ), but he has his own way of checking up on people ! he’s not the talk-about-your-feelings type per se, but if he sees someone’s down he’ll go out his way to make them laugh or do something to make them feel better

also totally irrelevant but definitely has a retro eboy aesthetic going on here ?? his style very much so resembles jaewon his fc, but with a tinge more grunge ?? his ig is so eboy guys i just...he’s a mess

CONNECTIONS.

besties pls ??

exes ?? i feel like his exes would’ve ended pretty messily bc he’s the Worst but hey maybe they still vibe !!

drinking buddies ftw !! shall they drink & be merry together !! bonus if ur muse is a stupid drunk two and these two just are losing it

he misses his siblings a ton so some younger muses, esp girls, for him to interact would be great ? would 100% baby them & treat them like one of his sisters !!

someone equally wild as elijah who he can always count on for a good party or getting into some sot of trouble.

fwb, a no-strings-attached situation except maybe later on ?? depends let’s see he just wants to have fun !

someone very different to him, they’re away of his personality but in contrast are very structured ! it would be super fun to interact with someone like that, see if they butt heads ?

in contrast, a father-son/mother-son type of friendship where they look out for him to make sure he doesn’t take it too far and he makes sure they take care of themselves and have fun !

give me some rivalry ot enemies pls i love the drama

i promise i’ll add more soon and do a proper plots page but i’m literally so tired i can’t function

#vldintro #( & ooc. )#def rbing this in the morning since it's such a weird time !#i'll message everyone tomm morning !

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maximushoward · 5 years ago

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hello it’s me, sunny, comin’ at ya with a fifth character. will this ultimately be my downfall? hard to tell. guess we’ll see! anyways uhhhhhh you can read abt him below the cut? also don’t get used to that smile he won’t do it often.

I wrote up a lil bio in addition to the one on the main so if u feel like reading that click this sentence xx

EXTRAS ( IF UR TOO LAZY TO READ THE BIO AND OTHER HCS ):

he’s got daddy issues ( don’t we all ) and that’s where his fragile masculinity and ego comes from

a very masculine man

doesn’t really feel things. if he does he pretends he doesn’t!

Bad At Love™ ( due to issues with dad aha )

finds joy in very few things.

doesn’t see the point in befriending people at work

honestly probably doesn’t have that many friends. just rapunzel. and his feelings for her alternate between work mission and little sister depending on the day.

prides himself on being the best cop in all of carthay ( sorry shang and judy xoxo )

rarely smiles

hates small talk

hates flynn rider

loves beer and apple pie. an american hero, truly.

loves being in the hundred acre woods. perhaps u have seen him there?

used to be a mama’s boy.

drinks his respect women juice every morning

needs a hug but will kill u if u try to give him one.

FROM THE APP:

to this day, maximus sends money to his mom every once in awhile. when he first moved, it started off as just letters with no return address ( he didn’t want his dad to find him ) updating her on his life. the hardest part about leaving san francisco was leaving his mother. that’s why he feels so obligated to keep in touch with her. even though she stopped having his back, he figured ( hoped ) she still worried about him. the letters were meant to relieve her from any possible stress she may have of him being gone. but since he writes to them with no return address, he has no idea how they’re doing or if they even still live in that same house. if not, he hopes whoever does live there enjoys the small donations whenever he gets a chance to send them.

there are few things maximus is ashamed of, and his inability to hold a stable relationship is one of them. he blames his father for this, but knows he could attempt to fix this if he really wanted to. his dad was never the softest man, doing all his kind and loving things for his wife in private. maximus has no idea how to properly love someone. he’s been in relationships but they all eventually implode because of his inability to open up. it scares him, though, the thought of being alone. he knows there are tons of women out there who are wonderful, but the last thing he wants to do is cause any stress into their lives. so, for now he sticks to being on his own.

deep down, maximus knows he is severely messed up by his relationship with his parents. he curses them and himself each day because of it. he knows it’s not healthy to carry that kind of thing around with you, but he refuses to seek any sort of mental help for it. he doesn’t have any mental illnesses ( that he’s aware of ) just a few… issues. issues that could definitely be fixed by opening up to a therapist and looking for solutions. what would the town say if one of carthay’s finest was going to therapy? he’s not aware how socially acceptable it is among teens these days, and he has his dad’s voice drilled into his memory telling him how pathetic he’ll look walking into a therapist’s office and lying down on a couch, bitching about how poorly his dad treated him. so, he keeps it to himself.

part of maximus is grateful that all of his relationships have fallen apart thus far. he’s absolutely terrified of having kids because he fears he’d be just like his dad. he watches out for some of the kids around town, but he thinks that’s as far as he could ever go. besides, he’s almost in his forties. at this point, it’s too late to really have a kid for him. that’s partially why he’s so drawn to rapunzel. while she may not be a kid, she is someone for him to look out for and have their best interest at heart.

maximus is at his happiest in the hundred acre woods. there’s ( usually ) no one around to bother him and he can just enjoy the world for what it is. it gives him an opportunity to wind down from a stressful week at work, it gives him an opportunity to workout without the stress of doing it for some high speed chase, and it gives him the opportunity to think about when he was young. he’s not sure how many other people see all the fruit that grows in the woods, but he definitely does. it reminds him of summers with his mom, where they’d go into her little garden and pick tomatoes and strawberries. but none of that could even compete with the excitement of picking from their apple tree in the fall. luckily for him, the hundred acre woods is full of apple trees. every time he goes he longs for his mother, but he knows this is for the best. still, when he picks them, he can hear her singing in the back of his mind.

#this is all over the place im so sorry.#now i gotta do tags before i can do anything dfkjghdfjkhgdfhk #carthayintro

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Flowers are pretty, but so are sunsets and they look nothing alike. ’ ‘ i have a “why am i like this” moment at least five times a day ’ ‘ very sad to hear about donald trump. nothing happened to him i’m just sad to hear about him ’ ‘ *me, eyes wide open at 3am* what happened to chandler bing once he got to yemen ’ ‘ tonight’s mood is the deep desire to be held close in a dimly lit room, covered in blankets while rain is softly falling outside ’ ‘ do ya ever bring your pet up to a mirror and ur like “that you” ’ ‘ i guess im just too fucking dumb to lucid dream. cant ever realize im in a dream, i’ll look around me like damn i’m in my old elementary school and my teeth are falling out and im naked? well shit guess this is my life now. got fooled by my subconscious again lads ’ ‘ u ever get no sleep and the next day ur body functions like the tumblr app ’ ‘ you ever wonder how many people you’re in the “we’re friends but i would kiss you if you asked” club with ’ ‘ is anyone else just going through life like “yeah i just gotta get past this last difficult week and then it’s smooth sailing from there!” but like… every week ’ ‘ The only thing toxic that you should still be in contact with is that song Britney Spears made, because that song is lit. ’ ‘ imagine if you named your kid dad. just dad. ’ ‘ take care of yourself, please. i don’t know what id do if anything happened to you. ’ ‘ crazy how personal growth can make you let go of people you swore you couldn’t live without. ’ ‘ im in no position to have high standards but it doesn’t stop me ’ ‘ you can start over at anytime. your day is not ruined. your world is not over. take a deep breath. start over. ’ ‘ I’m gonna have a bomb ass life and I know it cause I’ve suffered so much and I know that wasn’t for no reason ’ ‘ you ever just get in bed and ur like yep this is where i’m meant to be ’ ‘ an unstoppable force (my love of books) meets an unmovable object (my lack of a desire to actually read anything) ’ ‘ i just have this persistent feeling of “i’m not doing enough” combined with “i don’t have the energy to do anything” and it just really fucking sucks ’ ‘ sorry I haven’t replied to ur texts I’ve been overwhelmed by literally anything that’s ever happened or will happen ’ ‘ me when i see a wild animal in a metropolitan area: reclaim your space, we are the invaders, retake what is yours ’ ‘ no offense but money would solve literally every single one of my problems. like all of them. i dont have a single problem that money wouldnt immediately solve ’ ‘ i am not enough and it’s eating me alive ’ ‘ what do u mean “what have i been up to” … i’m out here ruining my own life as always bitch ’ ‘ always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back. ’ ‘ The struggle between me wanting to be successful and me wanting to lay in bed 24/7 ’ ‘ If you play “Feeling Myself” by Nicki Minaj and Beyoncé at exactly 11:58:50 pm on New Year’s Eve, Beyoncé will say “World Stop” in 2017 and “Carry On” in 2018. ’ ‘ Self care is putting absurd amounts of parmesan cheese on your pasta ’ ‘ you ever just like “wow that’s my voice? people listen to this clown on a daily basis?” ’ ‘ ravioli ravioli give me a reason to live ’ ‘ finally worked up the courage to tell the starbucks girl she was beautiful and i only puked twice ’ ‘ do i wanna know??? no. but thank u monkey friends ’ ‘ hey this is kinda ns.fw but i wann h*ld your h*nd ’ ‘ talent: overthinking ’ ‘ have you ever had that feeling that you really wanna workout to get a flat stomach… but you also just wanna eat pizza and watch netflix. ’ ‘ if you google eyebrows are you eyebrowsing ’ ‘ *skips tutorial* how the fuck do you play this game ’ ‘ Literally heard a convo at the library where a guy was telling a girl that he’s an omega and the girl telling him that she’s a beta, and my mind just did not automatically connect the context to fraternity pledge classes at all and I just whispered to myself “what the fuck?? What the fuck??” ’ ‘ my hands? ready to be held ’ ‘ Catch These Hands! with your hands. we’re holding hands now. this is nice ’ ‘ kinda weird that u can think about someone as much as u want and they have no idea ’ ‘ physically, yes, i could fight a bird. but emotionally? imagine the toll ’ ‘ I would rather wander around a store for 9 hours than ask an employee where something is and this I do not understand ’ ‘ my childhood, or, as i like to call it, the general abyss with one or two memories attached to it ’ ‘ i know ‘gay’ isn’t an emotion but let’s be real,,,,,,,,,it kind of is and i feel it 24/7 ’ ‘ babe get ready for a night on the town, i just found an old Subway gift card and there’s still $9.45 left on it ’ ‘ just because the past didn’t turn out like you wanted it to, doesn’t mean your future can’t be better than you ever imagined ’ ‘ i’m the person who’s 100% down for spontaneous adventures but also 100% down to lay in bed all day. i’m on both ends of the spectrum ’ ‘ this year has changed me more than I ever thought it would. ’ ‘ it’s ok to disappear for a lil while and get your shit together. ’ ‘ if you wanna love me hmu ’ ‘ calling me baby makes me so freakin weak ’ ‘ i’m that one guy on spongebob always screaming about his leg ’ ‘ remember to drink a fucking shit ton of water every miserable day of ur life ’ ‘ i just want someone who’s excited to make out with me and text me all the time. ’ ‘ never apologize for your giant dogs getting overexcited, if i get taken down by a 100 pound mass of fluff then that’s how i go. ’ ‘ when i figure out how to die without hurting my mom’s feelings it’s over for me, bitches ’ ‘ THIS GUY JUST ASKED ME WHAT MY NAME WAS AND I DIDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT HE SAID SO I SAID 4:45 ’ ‘ my blood is glow stick juice. thats why all my bones crack when i move. ’ ‘ are cute dates and rough sex too much to ask for ’ ‘ honestly, my goal in life is just to be a very warm person. i want to be as loving and as kind as i can be. ’ ‘ just a small dumb bitch…. living in a lonely ditch ’ ‘ you’re not selfish for wanting to be treated well ’ ‘ when y'all fake conversations in your heads do you sometimes say random sentences out loud too? i was just tying my shoes and said very sternly and loudly “i DO know how ants work, fucker” ’ ‘ true space facts: if u look up there it is ’ ‘ anyone else bummed they have 2 sleep alone tonight and uh not in some1s arms ’ ‘ how am i sensitive and a bitch at the same time ’

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glitch-writes · 6 years ago

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“color my world”, part 2

Relationship: Ennoshita Chikara/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rating: T Tags: AU, Artist Tanaka Words: 1,773

( Part 1 here )

For @ennotana-week, for the prompt “orange”.

A burst of orange.

If a higher power painted the first dawn with splashes of orange and complimented them with haphazard strokes of a brush, it would look like the picture in the text message.

[ Tanaka ] told u i’d send a pic ………… kinda embarrassed i sent that 1 now lol pretend u didn’t c it i’ll send a better 1

It’s the first text from Tanaka, a text Chikara hasn’t expected at all, honestly. He’d hoped, certainly; his worries about coming off too strong were second to his curiosity. The wait and the worries pay off, as well as the other evening’s purchases; the painting is beautiful in a way he can’t describe. It makes him feel adventurous, invigorated by the hues of orange and restless from the swirls and sharp zigzags of brush strokes.

[ Ennoshita ] Its energy is inspiring It gives me a feeling like I’m trying something new and daring What was your feeling behind it?

[ Tanaka ] something kinda like that actually like u know when u wake up some days n u get that feeling like its gonna b different? like something new and exciting is gonna happen but also kinda mysterious

[ Ennoshita ] I can see it

He isn’t quite sure what more to say on that. As a creator himself, he values all interpretations of his work, no matter how different they are from his intentions. To move his audience - be it to make them think or to make them feel - is what drives him. He shouldn’t assume another creator feels the same, though. Giving his general impression went well enough, but would it be presumptuous to get specific? Would it cross a line to say the the swirls cascading outward reminds him of that defining moment when he’s gathered all he needs for a new project, and he’s about to take the next step forward? It’s not just a painting to Tanaka, after all; it’s his emotion that he’s baring to a man he barely knows.

[ Ennoshita ] I don’t know much about art, but I can tell you’re quite skilled It must have taken a lot of practice and dedication to use these techniques so well

The [ Tanaka is typing… ] message starts and stops, starts and stops, a pattern with no rhythm. It’s not until Ennoshita puts his phone down two minutes later that it finally chimes as it touches his desk.

[ Tanaka ] do u wanna meet up 4 lunch? ur treat >:)

[ Ennoshita ] Goemon strikes again When?

[ Tanaka ] right now

Despite his initial confidence to eat at Chikara’s expense, it takes some prodding to get Tanaka to suggest a place that was at least a smidge better than fast food.

The restaurant he eventually picks is still cheap, and it’s tiny, but it’s cozy. Probably for the best, Chikara decides; it’s nice, and there’s less of a chance that he’ll get recognized.

Tanaka’s dressed in khakis and a short-sleeve button-up, and though it looks just fine, it doesn’t fit the impression Chikara has of him like his paint splattered jeans do. The furrowed brow as he stares at the menu is familiar, at least.

“Stop looking at the prices. Get anything you want.”

“Alright, show-off,” Tanaka grins. “What if I get one of everything?”

“Then you’ll have an awful lot of leftovers.”

When the server takes their order - one meal for each, despite Tanaka’s teasing - she gives Chikara that look he’s become all too familiar with, tilting her head just a sliver and squinting her eyes, but she thankfully skips the usual “Do I know you from somewhere?” before she departs.

“Thanks for this,” Tanaka begins, folding his napkin in half diagonally. “And. Um. Thanks. For being real.”

Chikara blinks at him. “Could you elaborate on that?”

“In the store, when I said you shouldn’t buy me stuff cause you don’t know if my art’s garbage or not, you didn’t give me some bullshit like,” Tanaka raises the pitch of his voice, “‘Oh, I’m sure it’s good!’” He folds the napkin again and trails the crease with the back of his nail. “And when I showed you my stuff, you didn't go ‘Oh, you’re so talented’. You said you could tell I practiced. That…” he pauses his words and hands alike for a heavy beat before unfolding the napkin, “That means a lot to me. I practiced my ass off for years. I’m sick of people thinkin’ I just picked up a brush and that��s it, that it’s all just some natural talent.”

Chikara doesn’t know much about art, but he certainly knows that feeling. Others mean well. Truly, they do. Their awe at the final work is genuine. But it doesn’t happen with a wave of his hand; it happens because of years and grueling years of observing, studying, and practicing. “How long have you been creating art for?”

“Shit. Long as I can remember.” Tanaka folds as he tells his tale of studying techniques and being a general nuisance. He drew with everything on everything, much to his mother’s dismay when he was still drawing on the walls with crayons at 17 if the urge struck. Though he sticks to mostly paints and charcoals, he tries whatever he can whenever he can. The only exception is graffiti - after getting caught and spending three months in jail on his first try, he decided that medium wasn't for him.

“I’m just going on about me like a jackass again. Tell me about you.” Tanaka places his folded napkin in the middle of the table - an origami koi fish, riddled with miscreases, but its shape unmistakable. “What do you do that gets you those fancy glasses that are probably worth more than my apartment?”

“Well, I…” It’s not that Chikara wants to keep it a secret, but talking to someone that has no clue who he is… It’s a nice change of pace. Not that most people know him by name, or especially face, but that’s starting to change after his last project, and with it he’s learning that there are too many that’ll feign friendship for their own selfishness. That, and the server is still giving him that inquisitive look when she comes by with their food. “I work with a lot of pretentious people,” he replies before thanking the server with a polite nod. After she walks away, he continues, “I like that you don’t know what I do. Is that okay? I could tell you, but...”

“Is it shady?” Tanaka asks with a glint in his eye.

“No, nothing like that. I just… I deal with a lot of people that pretend to care about me because of it.”

Tanaka frowns, and a trickle of fear drips down Chikara’s spine like paint until Tanaka says, “Damn, thought I was walking into some cool murder mystery or something.”

“Murder?!”

“Yeah! Imagine:” Tanaka leans low, lowering his voice to match, “You’re a hitman, walkin’ around with your fancy suit and tie. You find your mark - a handsome, charming painter - and you’re about to go in for the kill, then you realize- He’s way too hot. It would be a crime against humanity to rob such good looks from the world. So instead, you start buying him stuff. Like some secret apology for almost acting on such a sin.”

Chikara laughs, his smile hurting his cheeks, before he gestures at his knit jumper. “Do I really look like a hitman?”

“Maybe it’s a clever disguise. Maaaybe you’re still thinking about taking me out, and this lunch is to catch me off guard. I’m onto your witty schemes, rich boy.” Smirking, Tanaka gestures ‘I’m watching you’ with two fingers, pointing from his eyes to Chikara’s. “I get it. I been there, too, back when I posted stuff online. Assholes everywhere that act like your buddy cause they want free stuff, or want you to be some billboard to make them famous. So, I get it if you wanna keep your job a secret.” He grins deviously before adding, “Besides, it makes you all mysterious. But you gotta tell me some stuff about yourself. I’m feeling like an asshole, doing all the talking.”

So Chikara does. As they eat, he talks about his hobbies - video games of all genres, knitting, hunting in stores for obscure movies. He talks about his work, vaguely; he mentions that he works on one large project at a time, and sometimes that means traveling. And, feeling a little more comfortable after Tanaka asks such genuine questions to get to know him - and after excitedly talking about their mutual favorite horror game - he tells Tanaka that he struggled in school despite excellent grades, due to the rarely-diagnosed form of depression ‘burnout syndrome’ in his third year, and then taking another two years to get back on his feet.

After the food is long done, they keep talking about anything and everything.

Tanaka is like the other side of a mirror - a creator that’s struggled, burned out, and rose again, but everything they do is wildly different. When Chikara brings his right hand up to the mirror, the man on the other side meets him with his left. Chikara made his passion into his career and is happy for it; the man in the mirror tried that and despised it, would rather fix kitchen appliances for the rest of his life. But the reflection is the same - they want to entertain others with their work, to make them smile or make them think, to inspire them or give them some relief when the world is overbearing.

Tanaka folds napkins as they talk, a school of koi fish swimming over the tablecloth, each one better than the last.

“Oh shit, the sun’s setting already? What time is it?”

“It’s-” Chikara pulls out his phone, “-16 missed calls from work.” He sighs and closes his eyes; it’s probably nothing - judging by the number, it’s probably just Azumane-san overthinking something, but work is work. “I need to go. Sorry to leave suddenly.” He glances at the orange sun trickling through the window, “Well, sort of suddenly.”

“Here, let me help with the bill-”

“No.”

“C’mon, I gotta pay you back for-”

“You can pay me back by sending me a pic of your next painting.”

Tanaka smiles, the brightest Chikara’s seen. “You got it!”

Chikara’s heart skips a beat. “Next time we meet up, let’s buy out a craft store for you.”

( Part 3 )

#ennotana week #ennotana #ennoshita chikara #tanaka ryuunosuke #haikyuu!!#my writing

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tozierswheelers · 7 years ago

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promise [s.h.]

Requested: yes. Anon: ”Hi! Are you ok with writing about a reader who self-harms? I was wanting to request a one-shot where my baby boy Steve finds out when the reader’s long sleeve sweater hikes up. If you dont want to, thats okay :) Thank you so much, I love ur writing! “

Warnings: mentions of self-harm. please don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable in any way and if any one of you lovely people want to talk about something i’m always here <333

Summary: (Y/N) Henderson hasn’t been the same ever since the first Demogorgon attack. And now that they’re back, things will only get worse. (at this point, Steve and Nancy are no longer together!)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader (romantic), The Party x reader (platonic)

The Upside Down had changed (Y/N) Henderson.

It had changed everyone, yet the young (H/C) girl couldn’t seem to get over it. And that frustrated her to no end.

Her brother had seemingly moved on, finding comfort and happiness within his friend group. Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harrington had all moved on as well. Jonathan and Nancy’s relationship had blossomed into a close friendship that no one saw coming and Nancy and Steve remained the school’s most talked about couple.

They all had each other and you, well you remained alone.

It didn’t bother you at first. You coped well enough, trying to forget about the Demogorgon and slide back into your regular, everyday routine. Then, the nightmares began.

You never knew what happened during your dreams. All you knew was that you always woke up in a cold sweat, your fingernails digging into the flesh of your arm and drawing blood as you resisted the urge to scream.

The dreams never stopped, only worsening as time passed. Your sleep schedule became messy, and you began spending hours locked away in the public library, studying nonstop in order to keep your grades from slipping.

You often wondered if you mother noticed your sudden change in attitude. Or even if Dustin did.

You eventually decided that, no, they hadn’t noticed and that no one really cared.

So you went about your days, digging your nails into your skin to keep from breaking down.

By the time almost a year had passed, your closet was almost completely composed of jeans and long-sleeved t-shirts, specifically chosen to keep your scarred arms hidden.

But you couldn’t stop.

You suppose it was your way to cope; digging your nails into your arms until you felt the blood trickle down your hands. You knew it wasn’t healthy but you couldn’t stop. It just came along with the nightmares. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone could tell.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Steve Harrington walked through the hallways of Hawkins High, trying to avoid the new kid Billy. His eyes lit up momentarily when he saw you standing at your locker and in a split second, he found himself walking towards you.

“Henderson! Hey,” Steve greeted, leaning against the locker next to yours.

Steve didn’t miss the way you flinched at his sudden appearance. Or the way you subconsciously tugged your sleeves over your hands.

“Harrington,” you greeted, voice quiet. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed at your quiet tone before his eyes landed on a bright orange piece of paper.

“You going?” Steve asked, nodding to the small orange poster.

“‘Come and get sheet faced’,” you read out loud before turning back to Steve. “I think I’m actually just gonna go trick-or-treating with Dustin. Save Jonathan from chaperoning.”

“Aw, you’re no fun Henderson,” Steve said, a pout forming on his lips and causing you to chuckle. His heart skipped a beat. “C’mon. At least drop by real quick. For me?’

You rolled your eyes and reached for your book. You didn’t notice your sleeve rolling up slightly as you reached up. You didn’t see Steve’s eyes wander to your now exposed arm. You didn’t see the hurt and sadness in his big brown eyes as he took in the cuts and scars.

You didn’t notice anything until you looked up and met his eyes, which were still focused on your arm.

“(Y/N),” Steve whispered, taking a step closer.

You, on the other hand, took several steps back, slamming your locker shut and looking at Steve in a panic. “I’m going to be late for calculus. I’ll catch you later Steve.”

You were gone in an instant, leaving Steve stranded in the sea of students as he tried to figure out why you were doing the things you do.

You smiled softly as you trailed after The Party. You watched as they argued over which candies were better, Dustin occasionally looking back to ask your opinion.

“Just nougat, Dusty?” you teased. “I thought I raised you better than that.”

The rest of The Party laughed at your words, with Lucas smiling at you proudly. “Thanks (Y/N)! See, at least someone agrees with me.”

You slowed down a bit as a redheaded girl joined the group, noticing the excitement rising. You glanced around, taking note that it had gotten darker outside. Checking you watch, you noticed that it was fifteen minutes until 9 and you were nowhere near Mike’s house.

Looking back up, you frowned as you noticed that the street was pretty empty. In fact, you couldn’t see any members of the Party in their Ghostbusters costumes. You could feel the panic rise up in your chest as you looked around for them yet resisted the urge to scream, knowing that they were probably down the block.

You pulled your jacket tighter around you as you walked down the street, keeping your head up as you scanned the wandering kids that were still trick-or-treating.

You squeaked slightly as your foot caught on a rock and you tripped, hearing rushing footsteps as you started nearing the ground.

You heard a loud “oof” come from beneath you and you chuckled as you rolled off of the mysterious person.

“Henderson,” Steve groaned. “What are you doing out here?”

You laughed breathlessly as you laid in the street, shoulder brushing with Steve’s. “I was looking for Dusty but he seems to have gone missing.”

Steve snorted as he looked over at you, waiting for you to do the same.

You laid there for a minute, staring at each other before Steve’s eyes flickered down to your jacket.

“(Y/N),” Steve began quietly, licking his lips nervously. “About earlier-”

“(Y/N)! There you are!”

You let out a small grunt as you stood p, a smile making its way onto your face as the Party reached you.

“Guys!” you called out. “I thought I had lost you!”

The Party began babbling about how they ran to the houses with the best candy before immediately shutting up at the sight of Steve. They gave you confused looks and you sighed, sending an apologetic smile towards Steve as you ushered the kids back towards Mike’s house.

“What did he want?” Dustin grumbled as he chewed on a 3 Musketeers.

You smiled and ruffled his hair, ignoring his complaints. “I’m not sure kiddo.”

You panted as you ran inside the bus, your sweater torn from the demodogs that had surrounded you and Steve in the junkyard. You tried to take a deep breaths and control your fear but you could feel yourself panicking.

It wasn’t until you felt Dustin’s hand slip into yours that you felt yourself calm down slightly, reminding yourself that you had to take care of your younger brother.

Once you had all calmed down enough, you decided to go towards the lab. You were keeping a close eye on the kids, trailing behind them, when you felt a hand slip into yours again.

it was Steve.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, bringing your arm up. “What is this?”

You cringed as his eyes scanned over the half-moon indents on your arm, some more noticeable than others and some scared and fading.

“Trust me Steve, it’s not what you think,” you spoke calmly, keeping your voice down in order to keep Dustin from hearing.

“What do you mean its not what it looks like?” Steve exclaimed, flailing his free arm around.

You tugged him down harshly and hissed in his ear. “Listen Harrington. This isn‘t the time nor the place to discuss this. We have to focus on keeping the kids safe.”

Steve gave you an unreadable look before nodding reluctantly and letting you go.

You continued to walk in silence.

You didn’t speak to Steve again until Eleven had managed to close the gate.

You had swung open the door, expecting your pizza, but instead found Steve.

“Harrington, in case you forgot, you already picked Dustin up,” you spoke, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Steve ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration before pushing past you and into your home.

“Sure, come in. Make yourself comfortable,” you muttered as you shut the door and trudged after the big-haired boy.

Steve was pacing around your living room, looking mildly irritated.

“That’s it!” he exclaimed, making you jump in surprise. “I’m done pretending. You know what (Y/N)? I have been in love with you since freshman year and I will not just stand by and watch you tear yourself apart.”

You stayed silent as he stepped forwards and grabbed your arms, your heart pounding in your chest at his words.

“Please,” Steve whispered. “Please tell me what’s going on because it is so painful to see this happening and not be able to do anything about it.”

You sighed before speaking. “It really isn’t what you think Steve. It’s just, I keep having nightmares and this is the only way that I can keep my anxiety under control. I didn’t think it was such a big deal and it allowed me to keep Dusty from worrying about me. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

Steve wrapped his arms around you as he sat down on the couch, bringing you down with him. It was a comfortable position, your head in the crook of his neck and his arms hugging you closely.

“Promise me,” he whispered. “Promise me that whenever you have a nightmare you’ll call me. No matter what.”

You nodded dazedly as you dozed off, causing Steve to smile as he lost consciousness as well.

A few hours later, Dustin walked through the door, cursing Steve for forgetting to pick him up.

At least Will’s mom was kind enough to offer him a ride.

Dustin loosened his tie and made his way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Walking into the living room however, he lost his grip on his glass, causing it to fall and shatter.

The scene in front of him was something unique. On the drive home, he definitely wasn’t expecting his sister to be having a cuddle-fest with Steve Harrington himself.

He couldn’t help but smile. “Fucking finally.”

Tags: @delicrieux, @broken-pieces, @toekeery, @stanleyurisalive, @tapetayloe, @thekidsofneibolt, @enigmaticallyme, @gaiasambuci, @the-crime-fighting-spider, @baby-byers, @heckin-harrington, @theconscientiouswriter, @maggie-duvall, @it-reader, @gay-ships-and-tea-sips

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realmzenith · 7 years ago

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answer All the questions for your newest oc

DEAD U HAD TO ASK FOR NEWEST DIDN’T YOU. welp in that case have ya boi eneko

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?he’s a patient dude! eneko can likely sit still doing nothing for as long as his physiology will allow aka until he needs to go to the bathroom or smth. he does well w low activity as he’s an introspective person

How easy is it for your character to laugh?FAIrly easy?? on a level of one to ten w one being laughs at anything that moves or doesn’t move i’d say he’s a.. 6. ok so not that easily like he IS fairly taciturn but he will smile and laugh at a good joke esp if he’s comfy around the person making it

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)by crying- no jk he doesn’t… cry… emotions? what are those??? (thats a lie he’s an emotional mess) he will plan for the next day, strategizing and such but that’s honestly rlly bad for him. he stresses easily. on nights when he’s got a clearer head he’ll hum softly or read if he’s not feeling too guilty abt burning off candles. he does like night walks they always clear his mind

How easy is it to earn their trust?oh oof that’s a tricky one. not that easy but at the same time- OKAy yeah just not that easily from one being the easiest to ten being the hardest he’s likely a 8

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?VERY hard. once you’ve gained his trust he will be LOYAL af to u eneko is quiet n not the most expressive but he will absolutely go down in flames for someone he’s deemed trustworthy. a solid 9.

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?laws are flexible defo. he PREFERS structure but if morality trumps laws he will break them. it also helps that he’s lowkey part of a rebellion so technically his existence in the present is breaking the law

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?god save us all. he’s a nostalgic dude so uh, oh damn i dont have backstory for him yet i made him last night rainy stop bullying me but ykw we’re doing this. flowers defo. queen anne’s lace n bluebells esp? bring back memories n also pumpkin stew. mixed memories w that one. queen anne’s lace mean sanctuary n bluebells mean gratitude which is LOWKEY ironic considering they spawn memories of burning along w memories of his older sisters so yes?? he does like remembering his sisters but no not in that context. the stew is a weird reminder of his first love n that’s. also complicated

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?talk more and talk better. he’s got a bit of habit of being short abt things and the middle sister of the fam was ALWAYS getting on his case abt no u can’t word it like that but the eldest was and is a terrible influence n absolutely encouraged it bc she found it hilarious. it’s good they love each other i swear

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?yes he’s part of a rebellion and a soldier what more do u eXPECt and no he doesn’t remember his first swear word. he also doesn’t curse that much dont get me wrong. he has to be comfy around u

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?gosh uh. eneko is still v underdeveloped so i .. WELL I CANNOt tell u in the present it’s prbly smth angsty involving his sisters or his lovER but the answer to does it haunt him? yes absolutely he must Suffer :)

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?it depends on the situation’s levity. if it’s smth important he will absolutely bluntly ask for clarification if it’s smth casual he’ll just nod and pretend like he knows what ur talkin abt bc social anxiety is a b

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?Suffer in Silence

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?he doesn’t rlly think abt this. he likes green tho but he wears a lot of black (that’s partially required by his associations and partially bc idk what other colors exist thanks @ god) he looks best in hmmm red

What animal do they fear most?himSELF

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?he’s usually fairly forthright so he sounds like he’s saying whatever comes to mind but the reality is he says abt 1% of what he’s thinking and he won’t say things that are quite obviously rude. who knows tbh maybe he gains secret enjoyment from watching ppl squirm under his bluntness eyes emoji

What makes their stomach turn?torture n he hates the sight of bones. blood he can stand but bones? no thanks. unfort in the business they’re in he comes across both of those more than he’d like. he also hates working in the theoretical. it’s unnerving but he’s fine if someone he trusts is wading thru the abstract for him aka thank u @ kent for being the resident intuitive

Are they easily embarrassed?nah not particularly

What embarrasses them?if u slap his BUTT in public jkjk i mean that would embarrass him if u caught him by surprise but hmmm he doesn’t like attention if u draw attention to him he’ll freak a lil that would fluster him also excessive praise esp if it’s expressed publicly. he squirms beneath the spotlight

What is their favorite number?19. day of the month he last saw his sisters smiling

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?he’d prbly say smth deep which i cannot truly replicate but prbly smth like. “familial love is steady. it’s the mountain beneath which u were born. it’s the protection n the stability n the impossible sheer volume of it that can’t quite be comprehended. platonic love is like cords linking u to them. it’s the promise, the assurance of i will pull u up if u fall and if i can’t ill fall w u. it’s a tug o war and an anchor. romantic love is a stallion. it’s the passion and the chance but if u know how to tame it it serves to make u a better man than u could ever become on ur own. it’s the teamwork and the flames”

Why do they get up in the morning? to execute justice and to experience each new precious day he’s been gifted

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? it’s ugly when jealousy rears its head in him. he doesn’t SAY anything but his actions become more erratic and he has a harder time focusing. it’s likely he’ll become more impulsive. he’s not DANGEROUs per se but it’s not a situation u want him in

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? envy he’s better about. mostly bc unlike w jealousy he doesn’t already have the thing. it’s smth he’ll just push down and soldier thru like he does w most uncomfy things in his life

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? oh MY GOD DONT TALK ABT SEX that’s SCANDALOUS- the answer is no he finds it unprofessional in his line of work but he would be comfortable discussing it w his s/o

What are their thoughts on marriage? good. he approves. however, for himself he finds the prospect unlikely considering the high risk nature of what he’s involved himself w. he expects to die before 35 in all seriousness

What is their preferred mode of transportation? in the sweet embrace of death horseback

What causes them to feel dread? the knowledge that everything’s falling apart. that fate and circumstance are slowly but surely chipping away at the very foundation of what u live for and there’s absolutely nothing u can do to stop it. also freaking the appearance of the antagonist or his minions

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? in theory? no. in practice? he’s actually p sensitive that’s a difficult one to answer. it would greatly depend on the circumstance but in the long run he prefers the truth

Do they usually live up to their own ideals? yes but in his own eyes, no. he holds himself to extremely high standards and is very self critical. also he has rlly unachievable ideals he’s a lil bit idealistic beneath the guise of realism

Who do they most regret meeting? ohohOHO jk i have no idea not there yet in the story but prbly the antagonist he’s a b

Who are they the most glad to have met? funnily enough? he could almost say the antagonist. he’s the reason why eneko’s working as hard as he is for what he is. without the introduction of the antagonist he would’ve been oblivious to the terrible injustice around him and likely ended up a victim by some obscure mindless death order. however the person he truly admires is the rebel member who took him under her wing however she’s still in the works so i can’t give u much on her

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? i don’t think so, no

Could they be considered lazy? NOPE not in any sense of the word. eneko works extremely hard. he’s v dedicated n dutiful

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? oh, very hard. he’s naturally altruistic so he tends to take failures to heart and internalize them and considering the dangerous line of work he’s in he oftens has guilt building up inside him. he’ll likely carry it w him for the rest of his life once he’s decided to be guilty abt smth. if someone doesn’t help him w it it can break him down in ugly ways

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? yes!! he’s a pure son. you’ll definitely get a smile out of him if smth good has happened to u. he’s very supportive of his friends. he would die for his friends and likely all of u i just want u all to know this

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?neither. he finds seeking romance irresponsible w his lifestyle. as i previously stated he expects to die young

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? he has fairly good memory esp w faces! but otherwise? i would say he learns best by touch. he’s a tactile person and also fairly auditory. music defo helps him remember things

What memory do they revisit the most often? prbly the day he separated from his sisters. it’s not a particularly good memory but it’s seared in his mind

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? he doesn’t ignore ppl’s flaws per se? he’s p perceptive so it’s difficult for him to just turn a blind eye at least within his own mind but eneko is v tolerant of ppl and accepting. even if he dislikes u it’s doubtful you’ll know he’s fairly good at keeping up the same respect for most everyone he comes in contact w. but yeah? he knows what flaws are there but he will simply accept ppl bc he knows everyone, including himself, esp himself, has many flaws

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?oh oof yeah he’s?? a p sensitive guy so while he recognizes his own faults jabs to his weak spots will hurt him and he’ll prbly sit on the accusation or callout for days esp if someone accuses him of being selfish or immoral or not having done enough for the ppl he cares abt (smth along those lines) he’d absolutely hate that. but if u tell him he’s blunt he’s going to be like im well aware of that

How do they feel about children? he’s SUCH A DAD he loves kids and he’s rlly good w them they love him bc he’s SOFT ok but he doesn’t plan on having them himself even tho he’d like to for the exact same reasons he isn’t pursuing romance/marriage

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? enough that he’d die to reach it

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?eneko is either demi or grasexual w pan preferences. he’s also panromantic. if someone asked for explanation he’d be like “i’m attracted to people of all genders” and just leave it at that unless ofc they were like RLLY curious or smth but he doesn’t rlly consider himself demi or pan or anything he just knows he isn’t straight LOL

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?…strong silent type. that’s all i have to sayB) What inspired you to create them?i’ve taken some inspiration from other characters from shows, etc. i’ve written so he’s a bit of a love child of the best of my musesC) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?im still figuring it out so that’s a probable yesD) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?he’s been edited a bit there were a few reincarnations of him like at first he had straight black hair in an undercut style but now it’s WAVY and dark brown and he also got darker. id say he’s like latino w a lil african blood this is esp amusing considering i literally created him last nightE) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?i think we’d get along alright if we could get past the initial awkwardness bc we’re both kind of crap at interpersonal relationships actually he isn’t that bad it’s mostly me and i THINK he might find me slightly abrasive n energetic (even tho im PLOT TWIST low energy compared to most extroverts) but he’s tolerant it wouldn’t be too badF) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?love…. i love my soft boi i usually hate my ocs aka i would slap them if given the chance but eneko? deserves happinessG) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?he is not real in general and non existent in actual writing as of the present. the latter tragedy i will soon solve. in all seriousness it’s prbly his bluntness it has the tendency to give me second hand embarrassmentH) What trait do you admire most?his tolerance and patience i have none loLI) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?for now, yes! i dont have a solid grasp of him so until then he’ll stay where he was BIRTHEDJ) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?not rlly! the entire story he’s in is still in the works so everything’s rlly flexible

#regneriisch #eneko #triad #long post #diavasi #dead what is my life #ykw if any of y'all are going to send asks just send a chara name i want to do tthis again and suffer w all my ocs #my ocs

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kpurereactions · 7 years ago

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got7s reaction when during a fight they say something really mean and u go to slap them but they stop ur hand before u can pls!! 💛💛💛

Jaebum:He had a bad habit of throwing low daggers at you when the two of you fought. But every time something mean came out of his mouth he’d instantly apologize. But tonight as he screamed at you from the opposite side of the kitchen you couldn’t help but think this was the end. ‘All I do is work! And for what! What do you do to help me? Nothing!’ He screamed. It was only the dishes and it was only one day that he came home to a slightly messy kitchen. You shook your head not knowing what to say and watched as he huffed. 'That’s right. You do nothing. You’re lazy and your worthless.’ He said slowly ascending on you. Gritting your teeth you rose your hand and swung. How dare he say that to you when you do nothing but run around for him. He’d caught your hand and looked from it to you, wide eyed and slack jawed at the words he said to you. He’d let you pull your wrist out of his hand and would watch you still in shock as you locked yourself in the bedroom. He’d know instantly what he did was wrong and knew there was no way he could make it better. Your sobs on the other side of the door made that clear. He’d still try though, mocking every 15 minutes up till you opened it to throw his pillow at him. When he finally got you to talk to him he’d try his hardest to get you to believe him when he said he didn’t actually think that he was just tired and stressed. Even though he was able to convince you to stay with him he’d know he didn’t deserve you and he’d make sure to never have to fight with you like that again.

Mark:He’d hate getting mad at you, his temper was the one thing he hated the most about himself and he never wanted to show it to you. But that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. The first two times you saw it it had been directed towards someone who hit on you. The next time was towards Jaebum. But this time it was towards you. You couldn’t help that you were already crying against the wall silently with your arms wrapped around you. He was to mad to even notice how mad he was taring into you. You didnt mean for your ex to keep messaging you but even though there had been no response from your end it didnt stop Mark from accusing you for cheating. 'And what did you do today huh!? Or should I be asking you who did you do today!’ He screams. You looked at them, hatred burning in your eyes. 'So you’re just going to stand there. You’re not going to tell me its not true?’ 'I already told you its not true.’ You whispered. 'Bull Shit!’ He said punching the wall next to your head and making you flinch. You looked at him with wide eyes and rose your hand prepared to slap him, but his hand caught your wrist. Tears burned in your eyes again as you pulled your hand away from him and pushed his shoulder as you walked past him. He called after you but you didnt stop, just stormed off into the bedroom to slam the door. He stood at the door, now calming down and scared that he might have done it. He might have lost the best thing that has ever happened to him. He sat there listening to your feint sobs, your phone ding and then a crash. He bursted in the room and saw your phone broken across from you and you kneeling on the floor crying harder he’d kneel down next to you and hold you into his chest. 'Im so sorry, I shouldn’t have… I never want you to feel like this I’m so sorry.’ He’d say pulling your body closer to his. He didnt care that you tried to hit him, he knew he deserved it with the way he was treating you.

Jackson:

Jackson had been picking on you all day; poking your sides tugging your hair pulling you around. It was all in good fun but it was getting old. You knew he was excited though and you couldn’t get yourself to tell him to knock it off, he had just released a single and Got7 was getting ready for their comeback and everything was just to excited, so you sucked it up. The problem it was all day though. At lunch he kept taking your food, at dinner he kept pretending to put unwanted spices in the pot you were cooking in and taking the spoon to spank you over and over again. After dinner you thought it was over. The two of you had curled up on the couch together, legs intertwined and were finally calming down for the day. But then he kept doing it. Pulling at your shirt, tugging your hair, you were fed up. You stood and when he asked you what was wrong you told him to just stop. He was being annoying. He stood with a goofy grin and approached you to shake your shoulders. 'Im not being annoying! Im being loooovveeeyyyy.’ He said shaking you more. You pulled his hands off of you and turned to make your way to the bedroom but he followed you so he could turn you around and take your cheeks between his hands. You rolled your eyes and tried to pull your face out of his hands but he started to smack your cheeks almost a little too hard. 'Jackson stop it.’ You warned, but he continued to do it harder. 'Jackson I said stop!’ You yelled pulling yourself out of his grip to turn away. He grabbed your hand and spun your around and out of instinct you rose your hand to hit him. His hand caught yours as his expression went from playful to angry. 'Were you really going to hit me?’ He said softly, his hands running down your arm to let it go. He watched you blink back tears as you realized what you had did and even though he was so upset this happened he knew that he had pushed you. He’d pull you closer and sigh as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and your face buried in his chest. 'Im so sorry.’ You cried softly as his arms wrapped tighter around you.

Jinyoung:

Jinyoung at work compared to Jinyoung with you were almost two different people. At work he was hard faced, strict, and came off as having no time for any ones games. Even on goofy days of his those characteristics still hung around. But with you he was sweet, thoughtful, loving and everything you would expect from your boyfriend. He always did such a great job of leaving all of his stress from work at the door, but today was different. He came home and walked right past you. When dinner was ready he ignored all of your calls and eventually you when you came to get him. Getting mad wasn’t even in your line of thoughts so instead you just walked back into the kitchen, made him a trey and took it to the room he was in and left it next to him. You gave him his space as much as it killed you, but when you went to retrieve the trey an hour later and was faced with the same amount of food that was now cold you decided to say something. The moment your mouth opened he sat up straight, eyes burning with anger as he looked at you. Something that had never happened before. 'You’re so god damn annoying! Would you quit babying me! Ive actually had it up to hear with you and I wish you would just leave me alone!’ He screamed getting in your face. You sniffled and tried to hold back your tears and folded your arms around your body before leaving the room, but were stopped by him grabbing your arm to pull you around. 'Don’t act like I’ve hurt your feelings, your too much of a push over to think that.’ 'If you think I’m such a pushover and so annoying then maybe you should just go back to your own place.’ You started, pulling your arm out of his grip. 'And you should probably stay there. I don’t want you here anymore.’ You started to turn but his arm caught yours again causing you to stumble and fall into the wall with a little bit more force than he expected. With a rush of anger running through you, your hand rose and you started to swing. His hand caught your wrist, his expression now softening drastically. His own eyes began to well as he realized how serious things had gotten. 'All I do is take care of you. To try and help you destress from work and live like a normal person. I do all that on top of taking care of myself and all the things I have to do during the day. But its good to know I’m annoying you. I won’t bother you anymore.’ You said pulling your hand out of his grip again and walking to the front of the house where you gathered his coat and shoes. 'Leave.’ He had no choice other than to leave and for the rest of the night he couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t focus the next day at work and when it got time for him to go home he had already made it half way back to your place before he realized where he was going. He broke down right there and had an almost hour long self debate that resulted in him storming into your house, tears down his cheeks to beg you not to leave him.

Youngjae:

You hadn’t seen Youngjae in what felt like forever, he had been so busy with work that seeing him had been scarce. but finally he’d had a day off and he swore to spend every second with you. You woke up with him in hugged close to your back you couldn’t help but smile and when you got up to make breakfast he already had laid out an array of breakfast pastries. You spent all day together cuddling on the couch, laughing at each other, crying at sad parts of the movie you were watching, and goofing around. He was back to the floor, you had been able to wrestle him down and straddle is body and started to fight against him to keep him there. You were body giggling, having a great time when he finally was able to over power you so he was now hovering over your body. You screamed playfully and started poking at his chest to let you up, but your playful exterior started to stray away from the anxiety that was now setting in your chest from being pinned to the floor. 'Jake stop, stop please.’ You said as it became harder to breath. He didnt listen though and kept pinning you there, now bending over to try and kiss your neck up and down. You squirmed and pushed him off of your chest and rose your arm to hit his face, silently thankful he caught your hand. 'I can’t breath.’ You said moving the hand you rose to clench to his hand. He’d totally forget that you had tried to hit him and would move to help you stand up, pulling your arms over your head, something he did overtime you got short of breath. Even though he wouldn’t admit it to you, seeing you like that was one of the scariest things he’d ever seen so as he sat you down and knelt in front of you he’d shake his head and squeeze your knees to tell you to stop apologizing for almost hitting him, he knew he should have been paying better attention. He’d be careful with you for the rest of the night and even though you were able to start laughing again he’d still feel weird and wasn’t sure what to do.

BamBam:

It wasn’t his fault that you were in a bad mood, and usually when you were BamBam was always able to make you feel better. There was just something though about the way he came over, flopped on the couch next to you and started complaining about the new choreography it was just the straw that broke the camels back. You got up and walked away from him, storming into the kitchen where you opened up a bottle of water and folded your arms over your chest. He followed you in and asked you half heartedly what was wrong. When you didnt answer he propped himself up on the counter and continued to talk about his day. 'You You You, why don’t you ever ask me about me BamBam. Ive had a shit day and you haven’t said anything to me and hearing you complain about stupid things like this makes me mad!’ It was your light that started the fire. Hours had gone by and the two of you didnt even know what you were fighting over any more. It came to an abrupt stop though when BamBam strutted up to you, yelled 'Would you just get the fuck over it!’, pushed you slightly and then watched as you lost your balance and slipped to slide down the cupboard. You stood suddenly and swung on him, huffing as he dodged your hit and then caught your hand when it came back the other way. Seeing him holding your wrist, anger in his eyes that were starting to water you’d pull you hand away from his and use it to cover your mouth. You were so upset, now for a completely different reason now that the argument was actually over. You cried as he pulled you into his chest and held you tightly, the both of you knowing very well that things had gone to far and could have been avoided if one of you just stopped. He wouldn’t stay the night that night but when he came over the next day he’d show up with an armful of your favorite things to see you cooking up his favorite meal with some of his most favorite things on the table. It would be put behind the two of you quickly, and the two of you worked to never let things get to that point ever again.

Yugyeom:

He wasn’t one to fight with you. He hated seeing you mad and when you were if he could help he would but if he couldn’t he always made sure to stay out of your way. He had come to your house early, getting off of work early allowed him to come to your apartment while you were still in class and cook you a very detailed, over the top dinner. But the thing was he wasn’t a very good cook. When you got home after a stressful day full of annoying professors and a butt ton of work to find a huge mess in your apartment you couldn’t help but already start to loose your cool. He smiled and calling your name but as he turned the egg he was about to crack slipped from his messy hands and broke on the floor. You couldn’t help but start to yell, ignoring the fact that his bright smile had dropped and what ever that was in the oven was now burning. He tried to get words in but as you unraveled all of your stress from the day on to Yugyeom you became blind to the fact that you were doing so. Soon your mouth was shut and pressed against Yugyeom as that was the only thing he thought to do to get you to stop yelling. You pushed him back and without thinking rose your hand, but when his egg covered hand caught your wrist his eyes tightened and he threw it down. 'Im sorry you had a rough day. All I was trying to do was something nice for you. But right now I can’t believe you actually thought about hitting me. You stuttered trying to find the words to say and could hardly move as he threw the towel he had used to dry his hands at your feet and started to walk out of the door. But as he bent over to put his shoes on you hooked his arms around his waist and tucked your head into his back. He sighed and turned around, hesitating slightly to wrap his arms around you but eventually did and rested his cheek against your head. 'Take out?’ He asked as he held your crying body, smiling slightly as you nodded against him.

#got7 #got7 reactions #jaebum #mark #jackson #jinyoung #youngjae #bambam #yugyeom

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gweyson · 7 years ago

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how much would u hate me if i asked u to do every single uncommon question for an oc of ur choice?

the absolute madman he actually did it

im gonna put this under the cut sdjkfhsdjfsjkl also im answering for pascal because. Thats My Boy

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

he’s gotten really good at it since he had to start hiding from murder robots... but even before then he was never a super fidgety person so he could sit very still !

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

he’s good at pretending everything’s fine when it’s all actually Rather Shit so. yeah pretty easy

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

thinking mostly.... sometimes he’ll talk to someone and drift off from there but it depends on who’s on lookout or how quiet the group has to stay

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

he tries to remain suspicious of people he meets but at heart he’s too trusting for his own good tbh.... he does try to hold off on trusting stangers these days but hes still a little soft

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

yeah pretty easy. like it’s easy enough to get him to trust you in the first place but once you do something to fuck that up then good luck getting it back lmao

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

laws arent really. a thing anymore djkfhdljk but when they were he’d like... say laws are immovable and very needed and then do stuff that completely contradicted that view

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

cooking !! it reminds him of when he used to help his mum out with houseowrk/cooking. he. doesnt really like the feeling because it reminds him that he has no idea if his family is actually still alive or not :(

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

“stop playing in the dirt”

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

he doesnt swear heaps but he does enough that it’s not super shocking whenever he does. he sweras more the angrier/more agitated he gets

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

he’d regularly lie to his mum just so he could get out of the house and go to parties lol. he’s not super haunted by it or anything (& he was a pretty good kid otherwise so he figures he was allowed at least this one not great thing)

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

he’ll try to play along until he can figure stuff out but if he cant he’ll just go “what tf is happening”

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

either gets someone to scratch it or uses like. a ruler or smth

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

he thinks he looks best in green but it’s... not his best colour

14. What animal do they fear most?

big dogs... scarey :(

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

he usually just says whatever comes to his mind tbh. idk how to properly descrive it but like... the way he talks makes him sound smart but not arrogant about it yknow. like you hear him talk and youre like “yeah this is a guy who knows what hes doing”

16. What makes their stomach turn?

not much tbh?? like before everything turned Awful he was studying forensic entomology so like. hes got a bit of an iron stomach lmao. the smell of rotting meat maybe

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

not really? if he does get embarrassed he’s pretty decent at hiding it

18. What embarrasses them?

when he’s the centre of attention in a big group and he can feel everyone staring at him and his face goes all red and aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA

19. What is their favorite number?

7 !!

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

he’d go on a really long tangent about it and possibly not even answer the question at hand tbh

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

to not die, mostly

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

he’ll become pretty aloof and just. not wanna talk. he’ll avoid the target of jealousy a bit as well oops

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

he’ll do everything in his power to one-up whatever’s making him envious. it rarely works

24. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

he is comfortable talking about it !! really the only thing that ever stops him talking about it is if someone else is uncomfortable with it

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

he likes the idea ! if he does get married though he wants to do it wayyyyy in the future he’s not ready to settle down

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?

before everything went shit he preferred driving, now he walks everywhere

27. What causes them to feel dread?

robots. or when astrid is pissed

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

he says he’d prefer an unpleasant truth but when it actually comes time to deal with it he doesnt go too great lol

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

he tries... whether he succeeds is another question

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

[redacted for spoilers]

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

astrid !! as much as he loves everyine else in the group she’s the only one who could realistically protect him if something were to go wrong. shes just more secure

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

not really ??

33. Could they be considered lazy?

nah not really !! he’s always been a hard worker

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

it follows him around for a loooooong time. whether it goes away or just fades into background noise really depends on the situation but it’s not easy for him

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

he always tries to be supportive !! unless it’s something like. morally disgusting then No but he tries to support his friends even if he thinks whateber theyre talking about is kinda dumb

36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

he just kinda waits it out !! when the world was Not Shit his friends would be regularly trying to set him up with people so he never had to work super hard for it :’)

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

i cant remember the name for it but he does the thing where like. he’ll associate thing a with thing b by finding something that connects them togehter? like a syllable in thing a sounds like thing b so. yeah. im good at explaining

38. What memory do they revisit the most often?

either when astrid helped him bust out of the factory he was trapped working in or just miscellaneous memories of his mum & siblings

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

he tends to ignore people’s flaws which can lead to issues

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

he tries to be self critical but he’s not really self critical enough for it to make a solid difference. usually he has to be told what he’s doing before he consciously realises it

41. How do they feel about children?

he likes them !! he was the oldest of a lot of siblings so he knows how to handle them & he’s pretty good with them

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

his end goal is to stop robots killing everything & for everything to go back to normal so id say he wants that pretty fuckin bad

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

“hey pascal are you into--” “yes”

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS (I wasnt sure if you wanted me to do these ones too so. shrug emoji)

A) Why are you excited about this character?

i made him for my comic which. i will start one day fdklgjdlkjgd..... also hes just fun to develop ! i gave him a bunch of traits i rlly like and also i made him like bugs a lot so. i am biased

B) What inspired you to create them?

uh. needed characters for the comic hehe.....i cant remember the exact process i went thru when making him?? i wanted someone who was close to astrid/who she could trust, plus i had the idea for a backstory (i think. like i said i cant remember my exact process)

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

not really, i came up with the concept before i actually made his character

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

he’s always had the same appearance !! even though i should probably change it a little because he looks different every time i try drawing him but shhhhh

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

hes someone i would think is super cool but then. would never actually talk to jkdsfhsdjkhfsdjk. he’d be nice to my face but i’m....not sure what he’d genuinely think of me oops

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

THATS MY FACKING BOY BABEYEYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also excited bc i have angst planned ^____^

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

he’s too gullible and willing to trust strangers. he should know better but he’s too much of an optimist for his own good !!

H) What trait do you admire most?

he’s always able to put on a happy face when he’s feeling awful because he doesnt want anyone to worry & he doesnt wanna bring anyone down !! he’s always thinking ahout everyone else before himself

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

i dont know what this means..... yes??

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

uhh technically not ?? in his original concept he was gonna be in a poly relationship with 2 others but i cut the other members of the relationship. not because of pascal it’s because i thought the group would get too big and like. they value stealth and sneakiness. plus it’s harder for big groups to travel undetected

#im too lazy tp check for typos fdgjdlkjDFLGJDLFJGDK #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK. I AM DEAD #ask #ocs #daudside-r #one day ill start this comic. i was gonna aim for this month but. hm #anyway i lvoe my boy #and also all my kids #ok bye its 2.30am

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greywolff77 · 4 years ago

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I wanna preface this by saying that if it’s u seeing this, it has a lot of really raw emotion so this is a heads up so u have the option to ignore it cause it’s a lot and I get that. My heart really needed to get this out even if to the void and u don’t need to hear it if u don’t want to, I just need to say it. I think u get that. I know ur blogs are important to u. I hope I can count on the same respect for mine.

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I don’t think he will ever know-3

complicated yet clear my emotions were. Being so freakin sure about him but also having that fear of heartbreak and loss and wanting so desperately to slow down so we could enjoy the moment. I don’t think he understood how I could just love him and that’s it. There had to be more. But there never was. It was simple. He is just wonderful the way he is. He will never know how often he succeeeded in something and my brain went “yea! That’s my fox!!!!”. He will never know how every little accomplishment he made had me beaming inside. Honestly I was always beaming at him just being him. He will never know how often I would lay in bed wondering if I was enough for him, even before we were together. He will never know how soothed I felt leaning my head on his shoulder. He will never know the thoughts that were going through my head the night we spent together, the thoughts I never told him. The thoughts I felt too ashamed to tell him. Why i backed off and shut down. Why I didn’t completely go for what I really wanted. Him. I guess that made him think the way we treat sex is different but that’s not it *sad sigh*. It was never him that was the problem. I wanted all of him and wanted him all over me. Under me, over me, tasting me, exploring every part of my body. But I was too scared of what happened in my past. I didn’t realize that until it was too late and I went numb, even though so much of me was flooded with desire. How I wanted to completely wrap my naked body around him. How I wanted to grab his hair and neck and take my mouth and make him mine. Make him know he’s mine. How I wanted to be completely his too and let go and let passion take over. I should have told him my thoughts then and there but the fear...nothing came out. I try to face the world like a wolf, but the lamb in my soul still exists, and she hurts more often than she would ever care to admit. She’s had to live with her pain so long that she was scared that this person that she cared for so deeply would reject her. Being naked with her soul and body with people she trusted before just about broke her. And she was so very afraid. He will never know that he was the first person in so many years that I wanted so close to me. He will never know how much I craved him, not just physically but emotionally. I just needed more time and I didn’t know that then. We both didn’t. He will never know how special he became to me, how I would love him if he let me. If he let me show him everyday how exactly like magic I think he is. He will never know how many times I had his back at work. How I would almost never raise my voice for myself but always for him. He will never know how much I enjoyed our silliness, how I valued our deep talks. He will never know how I loved that he enjoyed my crappy jokes and my sarcasm and how he was able to dish it back. He will never know how looking forward I was to learning all about his love languages, to show him how loved he really is. He will never know how many times I would start to instinctively reach for him only to realize that I couldn’t touch him because people around. He will never know how love songs took on a completely new meaning to me after he came into my life. He will never know that I started wearing rings on my middle finger instead of my usual finger because that’s what he does and it makes me feel closer to him. He will never know that I was honest as I was physically caplable of about my feelings toward him. I am not ashamed nor sorry that I love him and I never will be. I’m honestly fucking proud as hell to love a soul like him. He will never know that I started to write love letters to him. That I would dorkily pretend he was sitting in front of me so I could read them to him and close my eyes and see him smile. He will never know that sometimes I just look at him for a brief moment and suddenly I feel hope. It’s like an instinct type of feeling, hard to explain. Hope that if he exists, maybe the world isn’t as bad as it seems.

He will never know how when I would randomly hear his voice coming from somewhere, I couldn’t hear a word, but I would smile inside. He will never know how every super cheesy quote about love would remind me of him. He will never know everytime he called me beautiful, I would get butterflies. He will never know how I never needed any big gestures, how the simplest little things he did meant so much to me. He will never know how I wished we lived closer together, so I could randomly show up and drag him outside to look at stars and talk about life with me. He will never know how excited and nervous I was to slowly learn how to let down all my walls around him. He will never know that I fully accepted him and nothing ever changed that. He will never know how handsome I think he is. Even tho I remind him often, I don’t really know if he sees himself the way I see him. I see the courage, the scars, the pain, and the love he has in him. He’s so wonderfully...human. He will never know how much I truly regret not sticking by him when he needed me and how I would never do that again, no matter what. And I know this doesn’t change anything, but he will never know how at the end of the day I just want him to be happy, the kind of happy that u wake up and can’t believe it’s ur life. And he will never know how I want to be by his side, and to support him in whatever way I could to help him get there. Because he deserves it. He deserves all of it. All the joy this crazy world has to offer. I want to tell him one day, all of the everything that is coming out of my heart, if he’s ready to hear it, but maybe he won’t ever be, and maybe somehow that’s okay, maybe that’s what he needs. To not know. Maybe he needs to heal and grow in his own way, without my interference. And he definitely deserves that. I don’t know much about love, but I think thats how u know, when u want the absolute best for them no matter what. Even if them getting that pure happiness involves u not being there with them, u want that, for them. I just know I can’t help but love this dork with everything I have and I know he’s gonna kick ass in life and I just hope with all the hope that exists in me, that when that happens I’m there with him to see it and can give him a happy wiggle of my own. I want to give him happiness but overall, god I can’t wait to see him have the life he’s always wanted. And I’m not a crier but I’m literally sitting here imagining him in a cozy house surrounded by so much love from everything and everyone around him and I’m have fucking tears of happiness coming out at that thought. He will never know that I know I never stopped loving him, no matter what. I would love to have him by my side and face the world with him and if he would change his mind, I would never let him go and try my best to show him the love I think he deserves. But u know what? I’ve learned that If him chasing his dreams and getting getting all that happiness doesn’t involve me, if that is what he really wants, I will handle all the pain that comes with that and keep that distance, and root for his success quietly. I will continue having hope for us, hope that one day he will let me show him every single day how wonderful he is, show him all the loyalty, all the passion, all the love and friendship, and maybe one day he will come around, he will be less afraid to take the chance. Maybe I’ll tell him all of this one day, but as long as he’s happy, that’s what matters most to me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way

#for you

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cxnsigliere · 7 years ago

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ALL THE QUESTIONS BINCH and no erica totally didnt send this to herself haha what r u talking about.

when u desperately send an ask meme to urself bc u just wanna talk about ur dumb oc for no reason whatsoever

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

about 10 minutes for king! he really cannot stay still for very long tbh, blame it on ADHD for the most part. if he sits down for too long, he starts to get really antsy and squirms in his seat the whole entire time. also a big reason why he always be skippin class in his high school verses roijwoirjgaegogij

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

very easy! honestly king usually makes himself laugh more than anything else tho. hes the kind of person who laughs at his own jokes. but honestly all u gotta do is tell like even the world’s shittiest joke to him and he’ll probably start cryin from laughter

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

usually he’s just out like a light, so he doesnt have to do very much to put himself to sleep. if theres ever a night where he cannot sleep tho, tHEN HE GETS OUT THE ALCOHOL UNTIL HE PASSES OUT DRUNK, KING NO THATS BAD,

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

pretty easy tbh?? like as long as you dont scare him and ur nice to him, he’s probably gonna trust u right off the bat

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

ALSO PRETTY EASY. it all just depends how you act towards him.

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

i guess it depends idk. generally immovable tho, but then, when has king ever gave a single fuck about the law???????????

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

he doesnt usually like to think about his past very much and avoids thinking about it as much as possible. he’s not sure what necessarily triggers any nostalgia for him– but when he’s left alone in silence with nothing but his own thoughts, that’s when he starts to think about his childhood, his dad, basically everything, and he hates it. thats why he very much prefers loud environments and likes to be in the company of other people, no matter who it is. he just hates having to think. if he’s ever in a situation where he’s stuck thinking about his past, especially if it has to do with amber kennedy or veronica delgado, he quickly turns to alcohol to drown out all his thoughts.

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

his mother absolutely hated his smoking habits. of course, that wasn’t just him tho, bc his dad was a pretty heavy smoker too, but king would often be scolded by his mom because of it– especially when he ever got caught by a teacher smoking in school.

his father would often tell him, “Think before you say or do anything.” (as u can tell, its a lesson that went in one ear, out the other for king. lol) it’s because seeing as his dad was raising him to be a soldato someday, king would need a lot of brains for it. after all, working in the mafia can be very dangerous, and if you piss of the wrong people, you can obviously wind up dead very fast. and needless to say, king has always been skilled at pissing people off.

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

DUDE king has the mouth of a SAILOR!!!!!!! in case u didnt notice in his thread with sam lmao. as for his first ever swear, he probably just said the classic ol’ “FUCK” but i highly doubt he remembers it, bc he’s been swearin literally since he was like 8. blame his parents for that, he picked it up from them from watching them shout swears at each other 24/7. ironically, he’d always smack his siblings on the back of the head if he ever heard either of them swear.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

the whole trial of Amber Kennedy’s murder tbh. that was basically nothing but lies, and how he first was able to get away with killing her for a while in the first place (until the case was reviewed ofc). it still haunts him, but not because he regrets killing Amber or anything, but more because that’s the whole reason his mother lost her job as a lawyer. he feels more bad about that than killing someone.

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

seek clarification! unless he’s trying to prove that he’s right about something.

12. Already answered!

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

brown, as u can tell by his design which has like 93850245 shades of brown in it. id say its probably his best color! that, or red.

14. What animal do they fear most?

bIG DOGS

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

he talks like fuckin LIGHTNING man. he talks so goddamn fast, someone slow him down pls. he also never thinks before he says anything (often making him say the most horrible things at the wrong time). he’s got a very small vocabulary and hates using or even hearing big words.

16. What makes their stomach turn?

anything that’s like dark or “””scary”””. basically goth aesthetic? scares the shit outta him. i know it’s such a weird thing, but listen, king is a pussy.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

not really. dude has no shame when it comes to most things, but there probably are certain things that can embarrass him.

18. What embarrasses them?

his fear of water! he sees it as such a silly thing to be deathly afraid of, and never wants to admit it.

19. What is their favorite number?

69 UHHHH 28 bc thats his lucky number!

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

he doesn’t really know how to put it into words, but there certainly is a big difference with them. someone he’s romantically attracted to is the kind of person that will make his heart skip a beat or make him easily flustered and be with all day every day!

for platonic, it depends on just how deep that friendship goes– like a simple friendly acquaintance he couldnt really give less of a fuck about, its just someone he can joke around with, but there does come a point where they feel like a second family to him, and he would go into harm’s way to protect that person, so long as it doesn’t put his life at risk.

for familial love, it’s a little complicated with him. King loves all of his family very much, but after all that he did to his parents in his earlier years, he knows that they don’t always feel the same way toward him, or most people in his family are just so disappointed with how he turned out, that he couldn’t handle it– it’s such a big reason why he faked his death and abandoned most of his family aside for a few. he wants to protect them, and to do so, he feels he should just stay away from them. (tbh tho hes probably right his family dont deserve him)

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

mostly just bc he’s got that Elderly Person Sleep Schedule™ hONESTLY. he goes to sleep very early and wakes up early. for no reason in particular either, it’s just the way he likes. unless, of course, there comes a night where he blacks out drunk, in which case, his sleep schedule is all over the place.

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

SEEING SOMEONE HE WANTS THE ATTENTION OF HAVING FUN WITH SOMEONE ELSE….. it can be either a friend or a lover, but if they’re having fun without him and completely ignore him, hE’LL GET SO MAD LIKE JFC…… he’s been getting better about it, but it can become scary real fast at some point. he’s very, very possessive and gets jealous VERY easily. mostly just bc he wants all the attention 24/7

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

he hates hates hates seeing people with their dads. he gets so jealous and remembers “oH HEY, MY DAD IS FUCKIN’ DEAD. HAHA!!!” he doesn’t actually do anything about it, but he does become very pouty and depressed. probably a great time for alcohol for him tbh

24. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

absolutely!!!!!! he’ll talk about it with almost just about anyone bc he has no shame.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

he’s not really sure, and he’s a little hesitant to think about marriage (at least rn anyway bc hes still p young). after his countless shitty experiences with relationships in the past, and witnessing how bad his mom and dad’s marriage was, it’s really not something he likes to think about.

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?

any old-fashioned ass car tbh. any car from the 30s? hell yes.

27. What causes them to feel dread?

anything that makes him feel threatened in any way tbh

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

YES. ABSOLUTELY. he’d rather hear what he wants to hear than what he needs to hear.

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

well his ideal self would be to be exactly like his dad, and so far, that is nOT THE CASE. SO NOPE.

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

AMBER

31. Already answered!

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

not really. he forgets most of the shit he says bc he has a terrible memory.

33. Could they be considered lazy?

nah, i dont think so. he’s almost always outside wandering around and actually doing productive shit, and hates feeling lethargic.

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

BINCH IT STAYS WITH HIM FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE-

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

sure! i mean it depends what it is tho

36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

he actively seeks it– i mean he’s not gonna go around searching for some cute person, but if he just so happens to see someone he finds attractive, u bet ur ass he’s gonna go flirt with that person.

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

not really. if it’s something that’s really important, he’ll just write it down in a mini notepad he always has with him.

38. Already answered!

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

it depends who it is. if it’s someone he likes, he usually just ignores all their flaws and holds them in a “theyre fucking perfect in every way omfg” viewpoint. if it’s someone that generally bugs him, basically every single thing they do annoys the shit out of him.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

very much so, especially when they’re pointed out at all! but he usually refuses to think about it, because he wants to believe he’s practically perfect (he knows deep down he isnt tho)

41. How do they feel about children?

king loves kids, and wants children when he’s older someday! which is ironic, bc he actually SUCKS with kids. dont let him have any. pls.

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

he’s not really sure what his end goal is at the moment.

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

“girls are nice as FUCK, but also, who the hell gives a shit, ill fuck anyone”he doesnt even know what his sexuality is tbh, rip king

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?

GOD as infuriating as king can be, he’s just so exciting to write!!!!! like, it’s impossible to be in a bad mood when ur writing with king, its so fun.

B) What inspired you to create them?

i wanted to make an oc that looked kinda like Q from Street Fighter, and I also based him heavily on Al Capone! As to how I came up with the alias ‘King’, i literally got it from King from Tekken bc why not. except oc King himself thought of it bc he lived in Kings, New York

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

not really! king is pretty unpredictable, even for me, but he’s so easy to fit into just about anything.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

ive edited how he looks a LOT tbh. when i first made him, his design was a lot more simple, and he was sKINNY….. and god let me tell u, looking back, seeing king as skinny is so unsettling. his scarred eye also changed a lot, i used to b a lazy ass and just draw a black line through his eye, but now its like FULL ON WIDE-OPEN SLASH THAT FUCKING DESTROYED HIS PUPIL AND IRIS YKNOW… idk just small things like that

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

HELL NO……… NOT AT ALL. im the type of person king would be afraid of, and he has a lot of personality traits in him that i dESPISE IN A PERSON……….. like if i met king irl id probably try to fight him honestly.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

UHHH A LOT OF EMOTIONS GOIN ON THERE MAN. im proud of him like ooc wise bc hes such a unique muse with a unique backstory that so many people actually enjoy and wanna hear about, and holy shit that makes me so happy?!?!?! but also ANGERY bc. well, i mean, its king. hes an aSSHOLE.

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

BOY THERES A LOT, but if i had to go with one, probably the fact that king nEVER OWNS UP TO HIS MCFUCKING MISTAKES!!!!! like if u call him out on his bullshit he’ll be all like “UM I DID NOTHING WRONG, WHY AM I BEING BULLIED??” AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD, I WANNA SMACK HIM!!!!!!!

H) What trait do you admire most?

hes funny as hell, like, u gotta give him that. whether he means to be funny or not, hE CRACKS ME THE HELL UP

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

tbh yes, bc he kinda is meant to be a huge New Yorker dude, and he doesnt fit very well in any verse where he has like magic powers or shit like that bc i can only see him as a plain ass human being tbh??? idk if that makes any sense but. i mEAN I DONT REALLY CARE THO, ILL STILL THROW HIM IN LIKE 100000 VERSES ANYWAY.

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

not really i think idk????? i mean ive had to revamp his backstory like a SHIT TON SO MANY TIMES, and even now i still sometimes get like huge realizations of his backstory that can definitely change every now and then. and back in the Olden Days™, i used to write him as like this huge moody crybaby, but also someone who had no fears whatsoever and overpowered as fuck and eventually i was like “ok i gotta buckle the fuck down and actually write him the way i see him, tf am i doing :/” and GOD i hate the way i used to write him when i first made him and shit, he had such an edgy backstory and his personality was like “LOL NO WEAKNESSES” but lOOK AT HIM NOW…….. he has come a long way as a character and im happy

#{Ooc; Shut up Erica}#{I'm streetsmart; I've got New York City heart;;} {Trivia}

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sammygiddings · 7 years ago

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What are ur headcanons that happen AFTER the game?

I have a million different headcanons about what happened afterwards... but I’m gonna tell you about something that was almost a fic, but got ended cause I’m too lazy to take on a project quiet so big.

I know many of you haven’t ready my first Beth fic/one of my favorite fics. It’s a oneshot just detailing moments in Beth’s life that were vital to her and she thought about before she died (it can be found here ).

What I was planning on doing was doing one for each kid (minus Josh and Hannah). It would show snapshot of their life leading up to their death, and they were all kinda connected and would be released in order of their death (ie first goes first, last to die gets the last fic). However i started writing it, an I just couldn’t do it, so here is what it would have been.

They all spend years afterwards healing and such. They are all scared and they all kinda group apart. Chris and ashley hermit themselves off from the others, same with Mike/Jess and Emily/Matt. Sam is on her own an no ones 100% sure if she’s even still alive.

Matt loses his scholarship and never actually graduates high school.

Jess eventually gets pregnant and that’s whenever thing kinda changes. Mike seeks a friend in Chris, and Jess in Emily. They all reconnect and it’s almost as if they can pretend things are normal again, though they never will be.

Jess has a girl, and they name her Grace. Mike and Jess get married a few months after. Mike wanted to get married before the baby comes, but Jess refused to have a shotgun wedding and refused to be fat in the wedding photos

Emily is Grace’s godmother, and Chris her godfather

Emily is best friends with Jess again and adores her, but she can’t ever forgive Mike for what he did. He is kind enough to respect that and tries not to be in the same room with her too long.

Chris and Ashley (catching wedding fever) get married shortly after Mike and Jess.

Sam dates a string off assholes who everyone hates (but Matt tries to be nice to them). Mike and Chris constantly scare them off or try to break them up because it’s obvious Sam’s only with these assholes cause she misses Josh and feels as though saving these men would somehow save him.

Jess and Mike get pregnant again, and when they give the news to the others, well Chris and Ashley are pregnant too. They’re all pumped.

Ashley’s baby comes first, and It’s a boy. They name him Joshua, and Sam and Mike are his godparents.

Sam breaks down crying the first time she hold him, and that’s when she starts actually getting help and decides to go to therapy

Jess has her baby next and it’s also a boy. They name him Mike Junior, aka MJ

Two years later, Sam get’s pregnant from one of the asshole’s she dates. She has a girl she names Hannah and a few years later has another girl from the same asshole and names her second daughter Beth.

Chris and Ashley have a few more kids cause they would.

at the age of 30 Jess is the first of them to die. She’s driving her son to baseball practice and is hit by a drunk driver. She dies instantly and MJ is seriously injured but inevitably survives.

Mike goes into a depression after Jess and starts drinking. He goes on tangents and is sometimes missing for days. Emily and Matt take care of the kids while Mike it like this.

Emily eventually finds Mike and just fucking loses it at him. She yells at him, calls him selfish for acting like that since Emily lost her too and now she’s taking care of HIS kids for him cause he just fell apart and how the fuck is that fair?!? At the end she tell him she’s going to get his life back on track, not because she cares for him in the slightest, but because she loved Jess and she loves their kids.

Mike moves in with Emily and Matt, and eventually quits drinking.

Chris and Ashley have their own apartment now and four kids they love, but everything is a mess. They’re constantly fighting, they’re scared, and the kids are starting to ask question about why mommy and daddy scream in terror in the night and don’t let them do other things.

Chris is constantly frustrated and Ashley is always scared. Both of them feel the guilt of what happened to Josh, and they can’t ever bear to call her son they names after him by his first name because it hurts so much.

They sit down one day and consider getting divorced. They both admit that they love each other and they wish things were different but their love starting from tragedy poisoned their relationship.

Ashley get’s pregnant again, and they decide to stay together for the kids, even though it’s still as hard as ever.

Sam is a mess and her daughters spend more nights on their own than they do with her. She’s working nonstop to pay and support her girls (because their father is M.I.A). Because of this, the two of them grow up with the same neglect that the Washington kids did. Hannah becomes the original Beth and Beth becomes the original Hannah. (even developing a crush on Mike Junior)

Despite this, the girls manage to keep their noses out of trouble and Beth is in the running for a track scholarship.

All of the kids grow up calling each other “cousin” and treat each other like extended family.

MJ and Joshua end up dating in high school and Chris and Mike hate it. They both think the other is a bad influence on their kid (which is not true, they are equally as bad and just build off on each other). Eventually they get married in college and Mike and Chris both are ecstatic for their sons.

Mike thinks about how Jess would have been so excited and happy to see the two of them get married, and he cries at the wedding.

Chris and Ashley separate not long after.

Emily and Matt never have any kids, but what was meant to be a temporary living situation (having Mike and the kids live with them until Mike could afford get a place of their own) ends up becoming permeant and Emily views the kids as her kids.

Mike and her make up and become the closest of friends, and bond over their grief of Jess. Matt and Mike also shockingly become very close, and Matt becomes the kids second father.

Chris and Ashley (after all the kids are grown) start dating again. They don’t want to get married again, but they still love each other and are better healed and are ready to try at this again

Chris dies next. He’s in his late 50′s and he suffers a heart attack. Ashley was out with their daughter and came home to find him on the floor. She cried over him and fell apart after his death.

Sam and Ashley move in together and help support one another.

They live for many more years, but then when they reach their 80′s and 90′s they start to die in their sleep. First Matt, than Ashley, and then Sam.

Mike and Emily are the last two left, and live together in a home.

Mike’s mind starts to go, and everyone thinks his stories of wendigo’s in nothing but madness. He asks when Jess is coming home often. He eventually passes in his sleep as well.

Emily’s mind is a steal trap and she has her wits till the end. She is visited often by the kids, and while she never had any kids of her own, they are all her kids because they are the flesh in blood of the people she loved most.

She dies at 103 and is content to see her friends again. She hopes the Washingtons are there too, she’s missed them.

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